Fucked By Josh's Huge Dick And Learning How To Deep Throat

I was hoping you wouldn't pick up on JOSHUAP.GIF. I happen to know him personally, was surprised and more than a little delighted to find GIFs of him in a random walk through my collection (of which I've still seen less than half!), a little upset to have to feel the whole gay world had voyeur access to him, and only grudgingly sent him to you. He is one of those fond memories that still support an important share of my fantasies. His hame is Joshua Payne.

He now lives and works as a professional model in the Washington, DC area. He is 26 years old now. I met him about five years ago at a gay bar in Kauai. I was over there alone on some business (staying in one of the houses) and, somehow, succeeded in picking him up. He's 100% "top" -- or anyway was when I was with him -- and has enormous "staying power" -- I think in our first session he came five times in three hours without ever going soft. I'd never had a dick anywhere near that big up my ass before but he was very gentle to begin with. The part of my fantasy "Mariano" where I could feel the repeated surges of his orgasm was based on Josh's first orgasm in my ass. I think he must have shot five or six times, his whole body spasming each time and his scrotum pulling his nuts up almost into his gut.

After that he just lay there on top of me for about five minutes, his dick still up me and not deflating. Somehow, without pulling out, he got me in to the legs-in-air position and started pumping again. It was really beautiful, he got his mouth on mine and we French kissed all through the second time (his tongue seemed to have a mind of its own, exploring first slowly, then frantically, reaching "hot spots" I hadn't even known I had in my mouth). He rose up a little pulled out just before cumming and shot all the way up to my neck with his first spasm, then fell onto me and I could feel two more strong ejaculations with my lower abdomen. He'd gotten a little shitty so we took a shower together, and all through it he never seemed to go the least bit soft. My house in Kauai had a very commodious stall shower and we tried a few positions with the warm tropical water streaming over us. Along the way he did jack me off, dropping to his knees to take the load in his face, and he did some very fancy tongue work on me but never would take my dick in his mouth. That was OK, I got off fine just holding his head in my hands, running my fingers through his hair. We got out of the shower all wet just kind of stood there, belly to belly, enjoying the slipperiness of our skins together. He ran his dick, still stiff as a board, between my legs and -- there's a French word for it -- stroked back & forth till he was breathing hard again.

At this point I was really scared. I knew I had to take that dick in my mouth, had to taste his cum, roll it around like a fine wine, but I'd rarely had so much meat to swallow and had never learned how to "deep throat" without gagging. I got him back onto the bed, his hips on the edge and his legs spread, and started licking his scrotum, which was already tight (maybe still tight, I don't remember whether it ever relaxed during the whole three hours) and perineum, advancing up the cock shaft. He pulled me up so we were face to face, gave me a really beautiful kiss and said something like "Skip, don't worry, I'll show you how to manage it, and before I cum I'll get back from your throat so you can taste the load." Well I just about came again myself just over this gorgeous, gentle sexual athlete's sensitivity to my fears and needs, and slipped back down to where I could do him, licking, kissing & nibbling as I went, and was soon back on my knees taking that beautiful dick tentatively into my mouth.

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With a little gentle advice about how & when to make swallowing motions, when to breath in through my nose & hold, I was soon able to do a full stroke, from where I had just my lips on his glans (well, a little tongue there too, begging for a little pre-cum) to where I had the whole thing all the way down my throat, with my nose in his sweet-smelling bush. This got easier with practice and soon I was really doing him. I'd never realized how much saliva flows when the throat is invaded, or how much easier that made it to keep things going. Pretty soon I'd got the hang of it and was doing a nice, wet rhythm on him, with my tongue working around on the upstrokes, tasting the beauty of it, and getting out of the way late in the downstrokes, and occasionally adding a hand around the base which seemed to increase his pleasure. This took a while -- I don't remember how long, it was all pretty timeless -- after all by now it was his third load we were working on -- but I could smell the sweat and feel the tension rising all through his body, his breathing going coarse and hard, but I trusted him.

Pretty soon he pulled back from a deep stroke, whispered hoarsely "Skip here it comes" and I put the tip of my tongue on his slit just in time to feel the first spurt push out against it. Three more spurts altogether nowhere near as much as I would guess the first two were and not as strong, and some really hard sucking got me enough to savor and finally swallow. I was amazed. That glorious dick still stood sturdy and staunch and I was running out of ideas and falling in love. I was really dick-whipped. This guy could have anything, anything, he wanted, yet so far he was totally undemanding, not trying to dominate, just happily going along with whatever lead I gave. Except, of course, that he was always "top." And that gave me an idea for Act IV. I got up onto the bed, sitting with my back against the headboard, and pulled him gently to where he was straddling me with that beautiful dick just inches from my face.

I put my hands on his hips, really around his hips onto his buns and said "Joshua, fuck my face, you do the work this time." This put him in complete control, all I had to do was anticipate a little to swallow and breath in sync with his strokes. It was really exciting, having this beautiful guy in charge and having to meet his every variation because he really knew some interesting strokes, and with him calling the shots it wasn't long before the climax approached. With a mighty shout -- oh yes, did I forget to say, he's a shouter? -- he pulled out of my mouth and sprayed the stuff all over my face.

I grabbed him with my lips and sucked him back into my mouth, got the past few drops out and just held them in my mouth. I wanted to share that delicious flavor with him. He must have sensed my intention, because he gently dismounted, caressing my body as he did, and took me by the hands to bring me to where we were standing and hugging each other, our sweaty bodies again in close frontal contact. And he bent my head back a little and put his lips on mine, and slowly entered my mouth with his tongue and sucked his juices, and my tongue, back into his mouth. I have never been so aroused, before or since, by a kiss. My dick came up as hard as it has ever been with nowhere to go? His dick was still so stiff it stood straight up, not out, so I was able to get mine between his legs in that position with the French name I can't remember.

By now, glory be, his scrotum had relaxed somewhat and his balls were sort of brushing the sides of my dick as I started a few tentative thrusts against his inner thighs and perineum. That's as close to "bottom" as I ever got Josh to play. He just stood there, letting me fuck his thighs while he kissed me continually and ran his hands caressingly all over my back. With what had gone before, I was plenty hot and it didn't take long to reach a climax with this god- like man so lovingly helping me in the only way he could. Not being an athlete I was pretty well spent but thoroughly infatuated. I suggested a short nap together and he acquiesced but gave a meaningful look down at his still-hard dick. I took the clue and got the glue, greased his dick and my asshole and lay down on my side, on the bed. Joshua moved up behind me, gently inserted his dick not-quite-all-the-way up my ass -- how did he know how far was most comfortable for me? -- put his arm around me and his mouth to the back of my neck and whispered -- his breath tickled a little -- "Skip, go to sleep. I'll be here, just like this, when you wake up." It felt so good to have him in me, to possess him like that, secure in his arms and the reassuring presence in my rectum, that I did in fact fall asleep.

To this day, I sometimes shove a dildo up my ass before I go to sleep, just trying to help bring back the memory of that sweet nap, to imagine I'm falling asleep with Joshua in me once again. When I woke up -- it could only have been about 15 minutes later -- Josh was there, just as he had promised me he would be, and I squirmed a little just to know the pleasure of having him in me. He'd gone just a little soft -- not much, not enough to fall out -- and just the little squirming brought him back to full readiness. I knew exactly what I wanted, what I needed, what I had to have. Pulling away from him I got up on my hands and knees and demanded "Josh, fuck me like a dog!" He said "Skip, I'm not sure I've got another load, I'm pretty well drained, I came in you while you were asleep without even any stroking just from the pleasure of being with you." I said "Josh if it takes awhile so much the better, but I really want this I want you fully in me treat me as rough as you can."

The guy actually growled! He seized my torso with his arms around me and rammed his dick in me without any preliminaries. God, it hurt so good! He fucked me hard - we had to pause twice and back up to avoid running into the headboard -- every stroke a full one from clear out to all the way up me, abusing my sphincter every time, growling and snarling and licking the nape of my neck and squeezing my body with his arms. It was the most violent sex I've ever had, it was far more than I'd expected or had thought I wanted but Oh God did I love it! It went on for half an hour like that with no sign of slackening until suddenly he let out a less-than-half-human howl, sank his teeth into my shoulder, grabbed both of my nipples and really hurt them with savage pinches, and shuddered through his whole body so I cold feel it everywhere our bodies touched. I came with one of those oozing ejaculations that happen when the prostate has had enough pounding.

After that violent orgasm Joshua rested there, still mounted. still in me, and - wonder of wonders -- I felt that glorious dick begin to deflate, allowing my rectum to return to a relatively normal condition, and all the while he purring like a kitten, no longer growling like a dog, kissing and licking my shoulder where he'd bitten it and making gentle grooming motions with his hands on my chest. Ultimately he did slip out, still engorged but no longer erect, gently wiped the KY and cum from my ass, lightly kissed my buns in turn, and rolled me over onto my back.

Now astride me on his hands and knees, he bent his face to mine, gave me the most fetching smile I think I'll ever see, and with a feather-light contact kissed me gently, briefly on the lips and said, "Skip, it's too late for lunch, too early for dinner, and my turn for a nap. Hold me close." And then he simply collapsed, his head on my chest and an arm flung across my torso. I got an arm around him with my fingers in his hair and drifted off with him. We slept through dinner, all night, and woke with the birds singing in the early dawn, with the land breeze wafting through the window over us, still in the same position. I had to fly back to California that day on a 10:00 o'clock plane.

Josh still had 2 days of a prepaid vacation on Kauai. We messed around in the shower together, and over a huge breakfast caught up on the "getting to know you" part we'd bypassed the previous day. Joshua was "between jobs," had dropped out of a small college after 2 years of humanities studies, and was living in Virginia with his father, who did not know he was gay. We kept in touch for a year or so by letters -- I still have his -- and had one more fantastic night together at - believe it or not -- the Watergate when I was in Washington on a visit to the S.E.C. At that point he had just started his modeling career -- he gave me credit for having encouraged him in that direction with praise of his physical beauty and was living with another (gay) guy in an "unsatisfactory" relationship Mike was a crypto-top himself who'd thought he could overcome Joshua's reticence and was being a thorough bitch about not getting what he wanted.

After that we talked occasionally on the phone for another year or so. He eventually found "Mr. Right" and our communications gradually dwindled to where I haven't heard from him now for almost three years. I was surprised to come across his picture(s) in my collection; I hadn't been aware of that aspect of his "modeling" career. I'll try to track him down for you, but if I can find him, don't be too sure I'll share him! Meantime, download JOSH*.GIF whenever you see it. There are two more shots of him in the B of F collection (that I know of), and quite a few more, of lesser quality.

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