Alexander The Great 6

So I withdrew once more, dragging my tongue along the seam of his balls and up the bottom of his shaft. The salty taste of his seminal fluids urged me on, and I rapidly swallowed the head of his cock, pressing it tightly with my tongue inside my mouth. Alexander's legs draped over my shoulders, I felt his heels digging at my back. With the inspiration of the truly horny, I quickly slipped a finger up his ass as I plunged my mouth down his delicious dick, keeping the pressure of my tongue and tight lips against him.

When his cock hit the back of my throat, I knew I didn't have enough -- knew I might never get enough. My lips slipped up to the crown again, my finger withdrawing at the same time, only for both to plunge once more. It's a wonder I didn't choke myself, but I took him deeper into me as my finger charged deeper into him. Once more, and then he did scream.

His cock surged in my mouth, asshole clamped on my finger, and I felt rather than tasted his hot semen spraying into my throat. Quickly I swallowed, battling against his thrusts to slip back up to the head to taste that sticky-sweet juice. His heels dug into my back, pressing his buttocks higher into the air as I fought frantically to swallow his offering.

My finger continued to plumb in and out until his legs gave way and his weight dropped onto the bed, driving my finger back up his asshole one last time. Slowly, my lips massaged the length of his cock, already starting to soften in my mouth. Cum still flowed from him, but merely drops now, no longer strong spurts. I heard his ragged breathing and looked up to see him heaving on the bed, his eyes open but unfocused.

I let his limp cock drop from my mouth, then paused to kiss the tip once more. My finger slid gently out of him as I began kissing my way back up to his face, following the path I had made earlier. His hands in my hair hastened the trip as he pulled my mouth to his urgently, forcing his tongue into my mouth. I sucked on it as hard as I had his cock, feeling my own checks expanding with the force of his breath.

Where I had been relaxed after my blow-job, Alexander only seemed more intense, more desperate. His hands pulled at my body, rubbing, caressing as he kissed me even harder. His hand closed on my cock and squeezed tightly.

Suddenly his legs were around my back and my cock rode the cleft of his ass. His asshole felt hot as it passed over my shaft, and I used every last ounce of restraint to keep myself from plunging into him.

"Do it, Sean!" he hissed. "I want you in me."

"We shouldn't without --"

"Now, damnit!"

I tried to pull away from him, but his legs held me tightly. His hand reached for me, to aim my cock, but I knew that he wouldn't be able to take me dry. I wanted to get a rubber -- the age of AIDS, you know -- though I knew there was no chance of disease: I had tested negative -- no surprise as my only sex partners had been the guys I had fooled around with at puberty and our early teens, and I suspected Alex was a virgin. (He later confirmed my theory.)

"We need some oil or something, Alex! It'll hurt if we don't --"

"Reach to my bed-table. There's some vaseline in the drawer. Get it." He fired his statements like a machine gun, quick, short bursts that gained intensity. "Do it now!"

Tears were streaming down his face as I reached into the drawer and found the tube of petroleum jelly. I nearly dropped the thing trying to get it open, but Alex grabbed it from me, squirting some into his palm. He again reached for me, and I felt fire on my cock as his palm, coated as it was, engulfed my cock and began spreading the slippery jelly. Then his hand released me and moved to work at his own ass.

Finally, he grasped my cock once more, placing the head against the pucker of his anus. His grip pulled me tighter, stuffing my pointed dick into him slowly.

As I slipped through the tight ring of muscle, I felt my hair stand on end. I couldn't believe how hot and tight he was! The urge to plunge home almost overcame me once more, but I saw the pain etched on Alex's face, the tears falling faster from squinted eyes, and knew that I would have to go slowly. Deeper I moved, but centimeters at a time.

When I felt my head complete its entry, I moved a little faster, but was stopped by a groan. Gasping, Alex grunted, "God, it hurts!"

That was it; I didn't care how great it felt, there was no way I wanted to see Alex hurt. I started pulling back, but his hand grabbed my cock again, his eyes flashing fire at me while his legs slipped around my buttocks holding me in place.

"Don't!" he screamed. "You can't stop, God damn you! I want you to fuck me!"

"Alex," I hollered back, "I can't ...."

His face contorted; shivers ran across his head and chest. "You damn well better! I want your dick all the way in me, NOW!"

Alex's legs pulled at my buttocks; the fingers of his left hand twirled in my hair. Catching locks in his fist, he pulled them as well, and I felt my cock slide into him -- rapidly sinking to the base even as I fell flat against him. His teeth bit deeply into my shoulder, smothering his screams. My own voice rang clearly through the room, raised in pain, joy and a pleasure I had never imagined. Beneath my navel, I felt Alex's cock stirring once more.

His teeth nibbled now at my shoulder, groaning at me, "God, Sean! God, please fuck me!"

Slowly I started to withdraw my cock, then pressed forward again. Initially I was moving slowly, pulling out only an inch or so before pushing back into him. His nibbles turned to kisses, and my pace began to pick up. Soon, only the head of my dick remained in him when I plunged into his depths. Alex was now laying back flat, his eyes glazed and unresponsive.

"Alex, I love you!" my voice rasped at him. His hands flew behind my neck and pulled me tighter, our lips searching across each other's bare flesh to find each other.

"Oh, Sean," he moaned at me between kisses, "God, it feels ... so good!"

I knew I wouldn't hold out much longer, so I began pumping him even harder, ever faster. His ass moved in rhythm beneath me as his hands moved along my back, massaging and scratching at my skin. I felt his hands grab my ass, pull the cheeks apart. Somehow, the heel of his foot pressed into the crack of my ass, right against my own asshole, and I couldn't take anymore.

I could write as many pages as I already have here describing how I felt, as my cum pumped into Alex, how it felt when the cum from his third orgasm splashed between us, but I couldn't do it justice. Maybe English just doesn't have the words to describe it, but I suspect that no language could fill that bill.

I can tell you, though, that I loved Alex in that moment like I'd never loved anyone else in my life -- like I've never felt since. In that moment, and those that followed, I could sense his presence, his thoughts beneath me. There was no he or I -- just we. We never really lost that.

And in that moment, though I had always scoffed at the notion, I conceded the possibility of reincarnation. Perhaps he truly was Alexander the Great, and I, his slave-boy/lover. Or perhaps it was just a foolish, romantic hope that our love had existed from the dawn of time, that the two of us had always loved each other and would continue to do so for all eternity. I guess I'm still a skeptic, but I wonder, from time to time, how our love, so new and fresh, had seemed so perfect and endless. And I still cherish those thoughts.

Of course, we were only together for five or six years after that first night together. My career in human services led me back home, but Alexander the Great had worlds to conquer and moved on to the big city. We parted as friends, though our love has never diminished. We see each other when we can and talk on the phone every week. And if we've moved on to other lovers, the relationship we built over the years since we met -- as friends and lovers -- has endured them all undaunted.

Still, I love to think back on those years when Alexander and I were young and falling in love.

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written by psyche0