Who Needs You, Baby


Scared Kitty

A few months back, we had a little health scare with Scared Kitty.  He turned out to be ok, but the doctor recommended that I switch him from dry food to canned food.  An idea which Scared Kitty was only too happy to go along with.

The first week or so, I used regular spoons out of my silver wear drawer to scoop out and chop up the food I was feeding him, but I decided that I needed to get some spoons specifically for this purpose so I wouldn’t be using up my human spoons supply on the cat food endeavor, so I  bought a six pack of toddler spoons at Target just for this purpose.

Today I was at Target again and I stopped in the baby section to look for more spoons, not sure if I really needed to buy more of them (I did not), and for a moment, while looking at all the baby supplies, bottles, sippy cups, bibs, utencils, etc., the thought crossed my mine, “Awww…  maybe I want a baby.”

Ten minutes later, I was in the video section and walked down what I liked to call the, “Kill Me Now” aisle.  You know the one.  It’s the aisle where on one side are all the Disney movies ever made, each for sale for $19.99 a piece, never to go on sale because they know that you’ll make the mistake of taking your child down that aisle and the child will see, “Disney’s Princesses on Crystal Meth” and your own little princess (who may or may not someday be on Crystal Meth) will grab the DVD case and beg you, “Daddy, Daddy, can I have the Crystal Meth Movie?  Can I Daddy?  Can I, please, Please?  PPPPLLLLLEEEEAAAASSSSSEEEEEUH?” and they know that the only way to get your precious little future crack head to shut up is if you agree to buy the movie, no matter what the cost.

And on the other side of the aisle is all the educational type videos.  Little Einstein, and Elmo and (God forbid) Barney.  The “Kill me now” aisle, otherwise known as the “Birth Control Aisle”, not because you buy Condoms and spermicidal jellies there, but because one trip down this aisle reminds you that you never want to procreate, ever, EVER in your life.

Yes, I looked at the babby aisle and thought, “Awww….  maybe I want a baby.”  And then I walked down the “Kill Me Now” aisle, took one look at a Hannah Montanna video cover and said, “Nope!  No!  I don’t!  No baby for me, thank you!”

Jimmy Has to Ride in Your Pocket or Lock Him in Your Wallet

I was going to write today about my Thanksgiving break and the day I got to spend with Eve, the coolest person I know, and how it was ruined at the end by her ass hole of a Grandfather.  I’ll still probably write that post but as I was surfing some of the blogs I subscribe to it came to my attention that today is World AIDS Say, and I thought it might be a good idea to touch on that instead.

You see, I’m afraid of AIDS.  Silly right?  It’s 2008.  There have been mad medical advancements.  What do I need to be afraid of?  Well, my answer to that would be simple, one word!  AIDS!  That’s what I need to be afraid of!

I’m referring to my lack of sexual experience, due in part to my lack of opportunities but just as much due to my fears about what could happen. I’m sure I’m being completely unreasonable about this.  It’s not exactly all THAT common, is it?  But honestly, I worry about all kinds of STDs.  I worry about taking risks and about thinking I’m protected when maybe I’m not sufficiently and I worry that by taking my chances, I’m inviting the worst.

I know that, as a gay male, I’m automatically at a higher risk than many and to me, that It’s a real concern.  I also know that many people live their entire lives without contracting anything and I have no reason not to think I’d be one of those people.  I’m not stupid.  I know that I have to protect myself and if and when I do engage in sexual activity I will insist on the highest level of safety possible.  But the inherent fear of the whole thing makes me that much less inclined to date.  I have a preconception, however wrong it may be, that gay men consider sex to be an automatic and integral part of dating, even casual dating and I’m not ready or willing to jump into the sack with any and every man that comes along, despite what you may have read, and therefore I find the inclination toward dating frightening.  It’s a real internal conflict.  I do not want to be alone.  I want to be in love and share my life with someone and yet I do not want to rush into anything.  And, I find myself automatically inclined to be afraid of even a first date with someone because of all the pressure and turmoil that could come with it.

It seems lately like society as a whole tends to take it all to lightly, and while I’m sure I take it too seriously, there must be a reasonable middle ground.

I guess I don’t really know where I was going with all this except to say that AIDS is still a very serious issue that should not be taken lightly and that all of society, but gay men in particular should still be very proactive in protecting themselves from this and all other sexually transimitted diseases.  So take advantage of this day, this national reminder of what we’re facing, and recommit yourself to your own, and your partners’ safety.  Always wear a condom, unless you’re certain your partner is disease free, and never, ever, take any unnecessary risks

OK.  I’m done.  Can somebody come get this soap box?  The air was getting a little thin up there anyway!

Batman’s Return, Part 3

In my dreams.

In my dreams.

After it was over, he continued to hold me close to his body.  He made no effort to remove his shrinking member from my ass, and as we lay there quietly listening to each other as our breathing began to synchronize, I knew I’d have sweet dreams that night.  And then we drifted off to sleep.

When the morning came, the sun was streaming in through the open windows over my bed, bathing the room in the early morning light.  Despite my remarkably restful nights sleep, I had moved in the night and was now facing Batman, with our heads mere inches apart, sharing the same pillow.  As I stretched myself awake I slowly opened my eyes to see my new lover, looking sweetly back at me, just watching me sleep.  “Mmmmm,” I cooed.  It was an automatic reaction as I stretched.

“Good Morning,” Batman softly spoke to me.  “How’re you feeling?”

“Mmmm,” I repeated, as I opened my eyes and smiled.  “Good.  How about you?”

He smiled back at me.  “Really good.  I’m so happy to be here with you,” he said as he brought his right hand up to stroke my cheek.  For a brief moment we were silent as I closed my eyes and enjoyed the loving caresses of his hand on my face.

As he moved his hand down and placed it on the back of my shoulder, as if to hold me close, but still maintain a safe distance, I looked up into his eyes, again, and asked, “What happened between you and Mrs. Batman?”  It was time for the talk we hadn’t had the night before.

For a moment his face hardened, as if encountering a painful memory, and then just as quickly his countenance returned to the softness I was used to.  “After you moved out, I tried to get back to my old life.  I missed you and I was really sad that our friendship hadn’t survived the experience.  But I understood why it hadn’t.  I thought I had done the right thing, standing by my wife and against Bat-Mother-in-law-”

“You did,” I interrupted.  “She was wrong to try and come between the two of you.”

“I know,” he replied, “But I’m really sorry she used you to try to do it.  That wasn’t fair to anyone.”  He paused for a moment, as if lost in some memory.  “But what I didn’t realize at the time was that you meant a lot more to me than just a friend and I realized, after you were gone that I had really lost a lot.  I loved my kids and I truly cared about my wife but I realized, when it was too late, that I really cared for you too.”  His face was now very somber and I could feel the pain in his words.   I reached out to him, placing my left hand on his bicep.  He was still holding on to me, and I stroked his arm lightly.  He looked into my eyes and smiled faintly again.  “After that, something changed with Mrs. B and me.  I wasn’t exactly angry, but I couldn’t really stand for her to touch me either.  Before you moved out, she and I discussed having another child.  After you were gone it was clear, she really wanted one, but I wasn’t so sure.  Things had definitely changed between us.  Mrs. B would make advances and I continually made excuses not to be with her.”

“But you did have another child,” I stated, confused.

“Yes we did.  You have to realize this process went on for almost seven years.  I had to have sex with my wife if I wanted to keep my marriage intact.  Every once in a while, I even wanted to.  I started drinking more and before long I was drinking too much most days.  Over the course of a few years, I went from believing I was straight and that drinking made me feel open to more possibilities with men, to feeling like I only wanted to be with a man and drinking made it possible for me to have sex with my wife.  Eventually, there was so much distance between us that we had no choice but to discuss it.

“She turned to me one morning while we were getting ready for work, I was in the shower and she was brushing her teeth, and she asked me, ‘why don’t you ever want to be with me anymore?’  I was totally caught by surprise and I tried to sidestep the question at first but she wouldn’t let me.  She said that for years now, I’d been very evasive and that most of the time when she was feeling amorous I had some excuse as to why it wasn’t a good time.

“I wanted to tell her that she was wrong and everything was fine but it was clear she wasn’t going to accept that…  And you’d be surprised just how truly vulnerable you feel  when you’re completely naked and the only route of escape is blocked by an angry woman.”  He smiled now as we both laughed lightly.  In spite of the somberness of the moment, I was beginning to sprout a little wood at the mental image of him naked in the shower, all soaped up, with his Army issue dog tags hanging between his mocha colored erect nipples, jingling quietly as he scrubbed his body clean, and for the first time since arriving at my apartment the night before, I was glad we had some space between us and he couldn’t feel my inappropriately timed hard-on.  “I hesitated for a moment, turned the water off, opened the shower door and looked at her.  I could see in her eyes, that no matter what, she wanted the truth.  So I took a deep breath and before I could think better of it and stop myself I told her, ‘It’s because I’m gay!'”

I felt like I was living in that moment as I felt his body tremble with the memory of the fear he felt that day.  I remembered how I felt the first time I told someone I was gay and how hard it was to hold my hands steady, let alone my voice.  I resisted the urge to reach out and pull him closer to myself as I sensed that if we didn’t finish this conversation now, we might never finish it.  With wide eyes, I asked, “What–  How — I can’t even imagine what her reaction was to that!”  I had learned enough about Mrs. B to know that she wasn’t very tolerant of behaviors that didn’t satisfy her.

“No you can’t.  She threatened to kill me.  She threatened to Bobbitize me.  And then she threw my towel at me and told me to get out.  I packed a bag before I left for work, not knowing what to expect when I came home.  I ended up spending a couple nights in a hotel and then I got an apartment with a six month lease.  I wasn’t ready to accept that my marriage was over, and yet at the same time I felt so much better having come forward and finally told her the truth of my feelings.”

“Did you tell her you had feelings for me?”  I didn’t mean to be insensitive but given how the story had gone I couldn’t help but feel somehow responsible for what had happened.

“No!” he said.  “By this time I’d assumed I’d never see you again and this was about me and my feelings.  I had slowly but surely grown to be attracted to men and was constantly checking out hot guys, everywhere I went.  Turned out she’d noticed and had her suspicions for a while.  I guess she just wanted to hear me say it.  Anyway, it took a little while and things got really ugly for a time but we finally sat down together, just the two of us, without our lawyers, and discussed the whole thing.  I explained to her that when I married her, I honestly didn’t think I was gay, and that I loved our children no matter what.  I even care about her.  I just had learned this new thing about myself that couldn’t be ignored any longer.  That’s when we agreed, that I’d move back into the house with my own room.  Thanks to the VA, we had gotten a grate mortgage on a nice big house and it has two master suites on either end.  We agreed that I’d move back in and we’d raise our children together as one unit and that we’d have our individual love lives, too.”

“Wow.  That’s really amazing…”  I paused, looking into his eyes and trying to decide what to ask next and how to ask it.  “So…  Last night…  You were meeting…  a… date?”

Batman pulled his hand away from my shoulder, as if it had been on fire and he was suddenly feeling the heat and I could see his body tense up.  Without thinking I reached out and took hold of his hand, placing it on my chest and holding it in place.  “It’s OK,” I told him, reassuringly.  “Nothing you tell me is going to change what’s happening here.”

He took a deep breath.  “After Mrs. B and I split up, I began to explore this other side of my self.  At first I just really needed to know what it was all about.  To be honest, I did some things that, looking back on it, I’m not really very proud of.  But once I knew what I’d been missing all those years I couldn’t get enough.  I have profiles on several of the top gay dating sites.  Last night was a semi-random hook-up that was set up on one of those sites.  I’m thinking now, though, that it’s time to shut that down.”

“Oh, I don’t know,” I said, smiling, “we might get some mileage out of those sites yet!”  I grinned at him, deviously.  “So you’re not exactly new to all this, then.” I said, more than asked.

“No,” he answered, “I’m not.  I hope that doesn’t bother you.”

“Are you kidding!  Last night probably wouldn’t have been nearly as hot as it was if we were both novices.  I’m glad you knew what you were doing.  God knows, I wouldn’t have.”

He smiled, “So you’re not mad?”  I smiled and shook my head as I gazed into his eyes.  “When I first saw you last night, I knew this was what I wanted.  I just didn’t want you to be mad that I was… experienced.”  I raised my left hand and rubbed his hair back away from his face and caressed the back of his head.  With that, he reached out and pulled me close, wanting to hold me tightly again, like he had the night before.  And then he pulled his head back to look at me with pleasant surprise on his face.  “Well, hello!” he said, as he looked toward the middle of my body.  Hidden under the sheets, my semi-hard cock had poked him in the crotch.  I pulled him close and kissed him deeply and passionately on the lips.

Batman,” I said, “I’m happy to have you back in my life, and even happier to have you in my bed.  I can only be grateful for whatever lead us to this moment!”  As I leaned in for another kiss, he took control again and rolled over on top of me, lying between my legs, our erections building as they were pressed between our bodies, side by side like two baguettes in an oven.  He was kissing and licking my chest and neck, nibbling on my ear lobes when I said, “You are so good at this!  I’m so impressed!

“This is the easy part,” he pointed out, “What I did last night is the part that should impress you.  I don’t do that very often.”

I placed my hands on his muscular shoulders and pushed him up, looking incredulously into his eyes.  “What do you mean you don’t do that very often?” I asked, shocked.  “You sure seemed like you knew what you were doing to me!”

He smiled back at me and said, “I have done it, and I do know what I’m doing, but I kind of prefer to be on the receiving end of a good ass fucking, if you know what I mean.”

Indeed I did.  “So you’re more of a catcher than a pitcher?” I said.

“That’s not really the commonly used terminology, but, yeah, I guess you could say that.  I’m versatile, but I do enjoy being the one to get fucked.”

I just looked at him for a moment, shocked by what I was hearing.  Finally, I spoke up.  “Why did you–  I mean, if you prefer to–  Wh– huh?  What happened last night?”

“Well,” he started with a laugh, “I wanted to give you pleasure last night.  I wanted to give you as much of myself as I could and I hoped I could do that by showing you what is, to me, one of the most pleasurable parts of being gay.  I hope I was right.”

“Well, yeah.  I mean, it was really incredible, but, well, I think it should go both ways, don’t you?”

“Sure,” he answered exuberantly.

“I want to–  I mean.  Can I–  I think I’d like to try it.”

“Try it?” he asked.

“Yeah.  I mean, if you think it’ll be good, I want to… to…  be the top?”  I asked, feeling foolish for not knowing the terminology.

His grin grew exponentially as he said, “OK.  If you think you’re up to it,” and as he said the word “up” he grasped my cock which was already quite hard.  “You need to be good and hard, or it won’t really work for you.  Maybe I can help ensure that!” he said as he began to stroke and kiss my growing hardness.

I stretched my body out flat to enjoy my lover’s ministrations.  As my cock grew harder and the sensations more intense I lifted my arms above my head, reaching for the headboard of my bed where I grabbed hold of the rods, thinking how perfect this bed was for a little bondage action.  Perhaps next time (if there would be a next time – God I hoped for a next time) we could explore more deeply, the sexual options available to us.  As Batman worked on my cock I remembered the escapades of the night before and felt the familiar sensations of my cock in his throat.  When he felt that my cock was sufficiently solid, he reached for one of the condoms that I had brought from my goody drawer the night before, opened the package and began to seductively roll it down my solid, throbbing cock.  The he reached for the bottle of lubricant I had provided and turned it over above my dick squeezing a generous amount out onto the tip of my shrouded dick.  He smiled at me and said, “Are you ready?”

“I sure hope so,” I said, as he climbed up onto his knees and straddled my body.  He reached down and took hold of my throbbing member at the base, holding it upright and placing the tip at the opening of his waiting hole.  I felt a little pressure on my otherwise stiff pole and then I saw him sink down the full inches of my dick as I felt the tight pressure of his guts holding tightly onto me.

“You are officially fucking me,” he said joyfully as he grinned broadly at me.  “How does it feel?”

“It’s incredible,” I said, “How does it feel for you?”

“You are awesome,” he said.  “Your dick is hitting all the right spots.”  I wasn’t really sure what that meant, but I knew, from what had happened while he was fucking me the night before that there were great sensations to be felt while riding a stallion and I was happy to oblige him.  He sat down hard, on my balls that hung just below his ass hole at this point and pulled his feet up underneath him and then he reached back and put his hands down on my thighs.  He began raising and lowering his body on my solid rod and the sensations were amazing.  Up and down, up and down, he continued to impale himself on my healthy member.  I could tell by the look on his face, the way his eyes were closed and he was biting his lower lip, that he was enjoying what he was experiencing.  He repeatedly looked down into my eyes and then closed his eyes and threw his head back.  As he was controlling the rhythm and depth of my penetration I reached down and lightly took hold of his cock that had been sticking out in front of him bouncing to his movement and slapping my abdomen with each inward penetration.  It felt so soft and smooth.  As I gently pulled on it to the beat of his own movements, I again felt the pre-cum oozing little by little out of the slit at the end of his cock.

As it became clear that he was tiring from his exertions I reached out for him and he collapsed forward onto my chest, still riding me and squeezing my dick with his sphincter and Kegle muscles, milking me for all I was worth.  He kissed me deeply and I wrapped my arms around his back.  Now I was in control and I rolled to my right ending up on top of him with his legs on either side of me.  I took hold of his ankles and pressed his legs toward his head, slightly raising and spreading his ass cheeks for a better angle of approach.  Now Batman was lying on his back and I was kneeling at his tunnel of love.  I took hold of my cock which had begun to shrink slightly and stroked it a few times, through the condom to return it to full mast.  After a few masturbatory strokes I was ready to enter him again.  I placed the tip of my cock at the pucker of his anus.  I looked down at him and he nodded.  I leaned forward slightly, placing some extra weight on his sphincter.  It was clear he was used to this because my cock head slipped right past the outer ring of his ass.  Once the initial pop of that that barrier was complete, I slid right in to the hilt.  I could feel my balls, hanging below and resting against the his Bat-cheeks and for a moment I was reminded of the hard pounding I’d received the night before as his hips slammed into my ass cheeks.

I started out slow, this was all new to me, after all.  Once I got the hang of it though I began to really get into it.  Thwap, thwap, thwap.  My thrusts were hitting home and his bat-cheeks were beginning to redden, just as I had imagined mine had done the night before.  As I was holding his legs up and apart, Batman reached down with his right hand and began to slowly stroke his cock as he used his left hand to twist and tug on his nipples.  I watched him jerking it and I looked at his face and saw how he was truly enjoying this fucking I was giving him.  Thwap, thwap, thwap.  This was such an incredible experience and I didn’t want it to end but I knew I couldn’t hold out much longer.

Suddenly I knew.  If it had to end, I knew how I wanted it to happen.  I let go of his ankles, reached down and took hold of his wrists, taking them away from his dick and nipples and I collapsed on top of him, pinning his arms down above his head and licking and kissing every bit of his torso as I continued to, Thwap, thwap, thwap.  It wouldn’t be long now.  And then he took a cue from my moans and began actively milking my full cock with his sphincter muscles.  Within just a few moments I began convulsing as I was filling my the condom with my own fluids just as he’d done to me the night before.  As the last few pumps were shoving the last of my cum from my cock, I kissed him passionately, so grateful for the opportunity to return the favor that he’d done for me the night before.

As I pushed myself back up onto my knees to remove my waning erection from his tender ass and removed the condom I looked down and realized that his erection was still hard as a rock.  “Let me help you out with that,” I said, as I lay down next to him for a closer vantage point.  “Mmmmm” was all he could manage as I took his nine inch dick into my hands and began running my tongue up and down it like a candy cane at Christmas.  While fondling his dick with my mouth I used my left hand to rub and tug on his balls, while simultaneously pressing a finger into his taint.  I’ve always been a quick study and I wanted to show my appreciation by giving him every bit as much pleasure as he had given me.  From the involuntary movements of his body I could see I was on the right track. I continued to manipulate his balls and put pressure on his perineum as I opened up and took the top of his penis into my mouth for the first time.  It tasted salty but good and I lightly sucked on it, drawing some of the fluids out of the slit at the tip.  His dick was rock solid by now and I was leery at first but I was determined to return the favor he’d done for me, so I began to press my mouth down on his shaft.  It felt so good to have so much of him inside my mouth, but I knew I was about to get into trouble.

Suddenly, I began to choke and sputter as I pushed his leaking member too far into my mouth and had to back off before I gagged myself.  “Are you alright?” He asked me.

“Yeah.  I guess so,” I said.  I just don’t know how you did it!”

“Just relax,” he told me.  “If you’re tense about it your throat will never open enough to let it in.  Just take it slow and easy.  And if you can’t take it all the way, it’s ok.”

I took a deep breath ready to give it another shot.  I leaned down again, ready to give it my best.  I was working the shaft and squeezing his balls and breathing deeply to relax myself and give it another shot.  Suddenly I felt him moving and as he turned toward me, he leaned forward to take my own growing cock into his mouth.  I couldn’t believe I was actually ready to go again after such a short time, but more importantly I couldn’t believe I was actually engaged in my first 69 position with another guy.  My cock was quickly returning to a fully erect position and as I worked on his dick I suddenly slid down to the hilt and found myself sniffing his balls as they were pulling up close to his body preparing to loose their load, and his dick was in my throat.  I was feeling really close myself and I was completely amazed as we both shot another simultaneous load deep into each other’s throats.  Beep, beep, beep.  I felt like I’d shoot into his throat, forever.  “What is that sound?” I heard him ask.  Strange that he could speak so clearly while my cock was still shooting into his gut.

Beep, Beep, Beep.  Pulse after pulse after pulse of cum shooting into my throat.  “That’s just my alarm clock,” I said.  Wait!  His cock is still in my throat!

BEEP, BEEP, BEEP.  “Oh shit,” I sighed.

As I opened my eyes, I realized that my alarm had been screaming at it’s top volume for several minutes, working at it’s maximum effort to wake me from this glorious dream.  As I moved forward on the mattress to turn off the offending device atop my night stand, I felt the familiar, wet and sticky sensation of my cum on the sheets.

The entire thing, may have only been a dream, and I’d mourn the loss of that relationship, all over again, but at least I’d gotten a good orgasm out of the deal, and how could I possibly complain about that.  Where ever you are, out there, Batman, I do still miss you.  And I do still love you and I only wish that my dream would somehow come true!

Batman’s Return, Part 2

How was that?” Batman asked, knowing what the obvious response would be.

My chest and abdomen heaved as I struggled to stabilize my breathing.  “Mmmm,” was all I could muster at first.  “Tha-  That was incredible.”  A few more breaths, “Best I’ve ever experienced, for sure.”

“Well, hold on to your hat, sweet cheeks,” he told me, “‘cause the fun has only just begun!”

He settled down on the bed next to me and his thigh was pressed against my side.  I brought my arm down from the headboard where I’d been holding on tight during this wild ride and rested my hand on the soft skin of his leg.  Suddenly I felt something brush against the edge of my hand and then I reached over to feel his hard-on sticking straight out in front of him.

I wrapped my hand, apprehensively, around his thick, nine incher and when I gave it a gentle tug, I felt  the sticky pre-cum as it oozed out of the tip and down my fingers.  “Mmmm,” he cooed as he laughed quietly, “that’s nice.”  I slowly stroked it a few more times and while I did I smiled at him not knowing what would come next, or how much more I could endure.  “What did you have in in mind?” I asked.

“Do you have any condoms?”

I turned over and opened the top drawer of my night stand where I kept all my goodies and brought out a box of condoms and a bottle of lube.  As I turned back I said, “I’ve never done this before.  I just thought you should know.”

“Damn!  What are you?  A boy scout?” He exlaimed.  “‘Always be prepared’.”, and then he looked over at the drawer to see what else was there.  “Wow, you really are prepared.  Grab those latex gloves and the plastic wrap too, OK?”  I reached back into the drawer to retrieve the requested items and turned back to face him, laying the items on the mattress next to him.

“I guess I just didn’t want to be caught with my pants down…” I said, bashfully.  “Well, I mean, I did want to be caught with my pants down, but…  ech.  You know what I mean.  I guess I’m just a little nervous.”

“It’s OK.  We’ll take it slow and easy.”  Batman leaned forward and started kissing me again and when he did, I could taste my own juices on his tongue.  This time his kisses were slow and gentle as though there was all the time in the world and as far as I was concerned, there was.  He kissed my lips and explored my mouth again.  And then slowly he began to make his way down my body taking his time to give equal attention to my chin, my neck, each nipple, my chest and abdomen and finally back to my spent cock.  He licked it, starting at the tip and working down to the orbs suspended below.

He stopped here and focused some attention on my balls, taking first the right one into his mouth and then the left.  Then while gently stroking my dick with his left hand he used his right hand to collect both balls at once and shoved them into his mouth where he began to suck on them.  The pressure was at once painful and intensely pleasureable.  As the waves of pleasure/pain radiated out from my balls my body stiffened in ecstasy and my back arched…  And then I began to laugh as I said, “Keep that up, and you’re gong to give me a hickey.  Gives a whole new meaning to the phrase ‘blue balls’.”

Just as quickly, my back was arching again and my breathing changed to shallow gulps as Batman pressed his thumb deep into my perineum and I moaned with pleasure.  And then he stopped.  He let my balls drop from his mouth and let go of my cock that was already partially engorged again.  “Do you trust me?” he asked.

I nodded, unable to verbalize a response.

“Turn over,” he said.  And as I started to move he gingerly put his hand on my side to guide me.  I turned onto my right side and he leaned me forward and bent my left leg forward to help support me, leaving my ass fully exposed to him.  “Good.” he said as though he were training a dog.

I heard him rustling through the supplies I’d given him but I was too nervous to look back and see what he was doing.  And then I felt him touch my bare ass cheeks.  With his left hand I felt him squeeze and push my left buttock up and out of the way and then I felt the strangest sensation as he lay a section of plastic wrap over my anus.  Instantly that sensation was replaced by another as he began to run his tongue all around my sensitive ass hole.  My dick sprang to life again as I felt his tongue darting around and in and out of my ass hole.  I couldn’t even tell the plastic was still there and it felt so good.  And as I encouraged him with my soft moans of pleasure, I felt him flick his tongue into my hole, swirl it around the perimeter and once in a while, just to keep me on my toes a nibble on the exposed ass cheeks.

I’d never experienced anything like this before and it felt so incredible.  My whole body was tingling with pleasure and I felt weak.  And then he stopped for a moment as he tenderly pulled my left leg out straight again and pushed me over onto my stomach.  I heard him pulling on a latex glove and then felt the cold of the lube as he squeezed some onto my ass hole.

“Aahhh!  That’s cold!” I squealed as I felt him begin to rub at the lube.  I was suddenly back to my senses, but only for a moment.  The anal massage felt so good.

“Are you ready to go a little farther?” he asked me.  “I promise to be gentle, and I guarantee you’ll like it!”

I was apprehensive, of course, but we’d come this far.  I stammered, “O- Ok.  I trust you.”

And then I felt another chill as more lube touched my ass hole but this time it wasn’t being applied to my ass directly and I felt the tip of  his finger pressing against my sphincter.  Instinctively, I clinched my hole tight.  “This will help you loosen up and get used to the sensation,” he said.  “Just relax and let it happen.”  I took a deep breath and as I slowly exhaled I felt his finger slowly and smoothly enter my hole.  It felt very strange, but very good at the same time.  For a moment he just sat there, with his finger invading a part of me where nothing had ever entered before, allowing me to adjust to the sensations and then he began to move it.  First just a slight and gentle in and out motion, finger fucking my ass, and then he began to bend it, gently rubbing parts of my body that had never been touched before.  And then he removed his finger, only to replace it with two and then three.

Suddenly he was pressing his hand harder toward my ass hole and I felt the most incredible sensation!  “Unh!  Mmmmmmm,” was all I could convey.  My dick was hard as a rock again and I felt as thought I’d erupt from deep within me.

“That’s your prostate” he told me with a gleeful tone in his voice.  “Feels awesome, doesn’t it?”  I responded by pressing my ass upward and toward his hand.  “I’m glad you like it.  But just wait.  I’m not through with you quite yet.”  He removed his fingers and I heard the snap of the latex as he removed the glove.  “Roll over on your back.”

I obeyed his instructions and as I did so, I saw him masturbating his cock a few times while reaching for a condom.  He placed the corner of the wrapper between his teeth and pulled, opening the package.  As he plucked the condom from the package, I swung my left leg over his head so he was between my knees and I sat up and took the condom out of his hand.  “Let me,” I said as I examined the condom.  I found the reservoir tip and grasped it between my left thumb and index finger.  Placing the tip on his engorged cock head, I slowly and methodically rolled it down his beautiful shaft, feeling the blood pulsating in his bulging veins as I went.

“Are you ready?” he asked.

“I’m not sure,” I said, “but I let’s give it a shot.”  And as I lay back down he took hold of my ankles and placed them on his big, powerful shoulders.  He looked down at me and smiled the most caring smile I could remember ever seeing.

“Just look into my eyes, and when you feel me start to enter, take a deep breath and relax your sphincter muscles.  It might help to bare down on me slightly, too.”

I nodded and took a deep breath.  I looked straight into his eyes and saw the affection and compassion he felt and I smiled.  And then I jerked in pain as his hard penis slid past my outer ring and into my ass.  “That hurts!” I yelled as I breathed deeply, wide eyed.

“I know.  I’m sorry,” he said softly.  “Just relax for a minute.  I promise, in a second it will feel good.”  He continued to look deeply into my eyes as I breathed deep, ragged breaths.  But as I calmed down and breathed through the pain, it started to melt away and then it really was quite a pleasant feeling.  Batman watched as my breathing eased and he could feel as every muscle in my body relaxed and eased.  “OK,” he said, “let me know if you don’t like something, or if you want me to stop.”

I nodded and stared into his eyes as he began to slowly, rhythmically pull back and push forward, pull back and push forward.  Once the pain had passed it felt very good and I was really starting to enjoy myself, and offering up involuntary moans and grunts to prove it.  As he pumped at my ass, my cock was becoming stiff again and I began to alternate light strokes at it with rubbing at and tugging on my balls, occasionally reaching up to pinch and tug at his nipples.

I could tell that this was feeling really good to Batman as well and his thrusts were getting more and more vigorous.  And then he stopped, pulled out of my well loosened ass and pulled my ankles down off his shoulders.  He took hold of my hands and pulled me forward.  “Doggy style,” was all he said to me as he guided me into an all fours position facing away from him.  Now I was really getting into things and I couldn’t wait for him to enter me again.  It didn’t take long for him to oblige me and before long, I was bouncing around like balls in a fun house and the headboard was banging the wall to the rhythm of our fucking.

“Oh God! That feels great!” I exclaimed as I collapsed onto my shoulders, ass still sticking up in the air for his pleasure.  I reached back and took hold of my dick and tugged and stroked it loving every moment of this education I was getting.  “Unnnhhhh!!!  Yes!  God that’s incredible!” I repeated over and over.  I could feel his hips slamming into my ass cheeks and knew I was going to have a hard time sitting down tomorrow, but I didn’t care it felt so good!  I just pressed back harder into his thrusts loving every minute of the pounding he was giving me.  On and on this went until I thought surely I’d burst with another load of cum all over the bed, when he stopped again, this time with his rock hard cock still fully inserted in my ass. He collapsed onto my back the sweat we’d both built up sticking to our fevered flesh.

And then I felt him tremble as I heard an almost silent sob and I turned to look at him.  “What is it?  What’s wrong?” I asked fearfully.

“It’s nothing,” he lied.  “It’s just that–  Well, I never thought I was going to see you again.  I thought I’d destroyed our relationship.  And now…” he trailed off into silence.

Almost as if it had been pre-choreographed we gently lay down on our left sides, me still impaled on his massive rod and as I spoke, I began pressing backward and forward, temporarily taking charge of our thrusts.  “Batman, that’s all in the past.  All that matters is that we’ve found each other again.  I just want to stay this way forever.”

“Me too,” he said as he began thrusting into me again.  He reached around in front of me and began stroking my cock in rhythm with his thrusts and I could feel the build up coming.  He reached up and began fondling and twisting my nipple as I took over jerking off my cock.  I was close and I knew I had to cum or I’d be in pain for days.  And I could tell he was getting close, as his thrusts became shorter and less rhythmic and then as if planned I felt his entire body tense up, holding me tightly against him as he filled that condom up inside my ass and at the same moment, I began to shoot my second load onto the sheet in front of me.

After it was over, he continued to hold me close to his body.  He made no effort to remove his shrinking member from my ass, and as we lay there quietly listening to each other as our breathing began to synchronize, I knew I’d have sweet dreams tonight.  And then we drifted off to sleep.

There is a third piece to this story, so stay tuned for the third and final installment of my own private Batman Saga, coming soon!