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Archive name: mudfuck.txt
Authors name: Matthew Shakespeare (jock12345@aol.com)
Story title : Mud Fucked

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Mud Fucked
by Matthew Shakespeare (jock12345@aol.com)

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A passionate gay encounter. (MM, rom)

***

I had barely pulled my jeans down past my knees when he 
tackled me. Knocked to the ground flat on my back. I 
frantically struggled to kick the pants off as his 
mouth attacked mine with the hell-bent passion of a 
starving man, raping and seducing me at the same time 
with his tongue, hungrily pressing me to the dirt. 

We were both starving men. I was starving, starving for 
his body. I wanted it. Bad. He was still wearing a pair 
of wet Calvin Klein boxer briefs, and as I ran my hands 
over the smooth muscles of his lower back I slipped 
both hands underneath the elastic to feel his buttocks. 
They were smooth and quivering as we ground our bodies 
against each other. Our chests rubbed together and his 
flesh was smooth with hard adolescent muscle. Wet skin 
against skin. We rubbed each other and prepared to 
fuck.

My dick was completely rigid underneath the thin wet 
cotton of my briefs, and as he ground his crotch 
against mine I could feel the heat and the hardness of 
his dick. He moved down to suck on my neck. The soft, 
wet lips were everywhere, sometimes seductive, 
brushing, teasing; sometimes rough as he nipped the 
skin with this teeth. He sucked and licked all over my 
ears, his hot breath sent shivers rushing through my 
body. 

"Tommy," I moaned. I said his name over and over again 
till it pounded itself in my brain in sync with the 
grinding of our hips. He wrapped his arms around me in 
a powerful bear hug and our legs entwined themselves 
together. I kissed him like he was kissing me, kissing 
his beautiful face, his nose, his eyelashes, but always 
returning to the wetness of his lips and the hot cavern 
of his mouth. He licked my face playfully and I smiled 
and kissed him again. And again. And again and again 
until I wanted more, more than his mouth and his 
beautiful green eyes.

I grabbed at the waistband of his underwear and tried 
to push it down and off. He realized what I was doing 
and then rolled over to help me. The Calvins came off 
and I swallowed hard. There was his cock, erect and 
begging for attention. It was about seven inches and 
cut to perfection, topping off his sack which was 
swollen with a set of nuts the size of plums. 

His pubic hair was a shade darker than the blonde mop 
on his head, and took that strawberry blonde to its 
extreme. It was curly and golden, and caught the sun 
spectacularly while throwing off highlights of copper 
and red. The golden fleece of an Argonaut's desire and 
the body of a god. 

I reached down to quickly remove my own white Jockeys, 
but Tommy made a flying leap for me again, so I just 
reached down and ripped them off. We kissed again, 
naked and close, but I wanted something more. We rolled 
over so I was on top.

I wanted his cock. I wanted to make him bust a nut 
right in my face, spew his thick white Tommy spunk all 
over me. I broke off our kiss and moved down, pausing 
momentarily to suck and bite his hard nipples, to run 
my hands over his sides while I licked the hard 
rippling flesh of his stomach. It was smooth and hot, 
but I could feel his dick pressing achingly against my 
chest. 

I moved my face down and looked at it, hard and pulsing 
with precum foaming at its tip. I wanted it. I wanted 
to take it in my mouth. To suck it, to whip him into a 
passionate frenzy and then feel him cum, spew his nuts 
right into my mouth. I wanted to taste him. To taste 
Tommy-spunk. 

He grunted softly as I took the head between my lips 
and into my mouth. 

"Aw fuck!" he moaned. "Brett... yes, blow me, please. 
Ungh! Yeah... oh, fuck..." 

He was biting his bottom lip, moaning softly with his 
eyes closed. He played with my ears and ran his fingers 
through my hair. I kneaded his butt cheeks with my 
hands, and felt them clench as I went down on his cock 
and licked the head. I reached down with my hand and 
began to stroke my cock. Our bodies were covered in 
sweat and my hand slipped up and down its length 
without difficulty. Tommy was so damned hot. His skin 
of his dick was soft and it was warm and throbbing in 
my mouth. I licked around the swollen head and felt his 
body squirm with pleasure.

"Brett," he moaned, "wait." His eyes opened and he sat 
up. "I want to blow you too, man. Lemme suck your 
dick."

He pushed my mouth away long enough to move between my 
legs so that we were sixty-nining. I felt his breath on 
my nuts and I flinched. Then I felt his wet mouth on my 
dick and gasped. Oh, god, I couldn't stand it. It was 
driving me up the wall. I closed my eyes and saw 
colors. Flashing lights. "Fuck!" I groaned hoarsely. 
"Oh god, Tommy, man... oh fuck!"

He gripped my head with the thick muscles of his thighs 
and squeezed. "Oh yes," he screamed around my cock, 
"Fuck, yes!"

I looked at his face, sucking my dick with his eyes 
closed, his face screwed up in passion. I saw the 
hollow that formed in his cheeks as he sucked the 
bulging of his temples as his jaw moved up and down. 
Then I closed my eyes as I felt the instinct in him 
take over and he begin to grind his hips. I did the 
same, grinding against his face, fucking his hot, wet 
mouth for all its worth. He was grunting now, soft 
guttural "oh's and "uh's as the tempo of our fucking 
increased. 

"Brett... oh... oh... I think I'm about to come," he 
gasped around the thick length of cock. He groaned. 
"I'm gonna cum... yeah... oh, *fuck* I'm gonna cum!!!"

I grinned around his big Tommy-dick, feeling at the 
same time my own orgasm rush to the surface. I knew his 
was coming too. I felt the ferocity of his thrusts and 
felt his muscles tighten, his butt cheeks clench 
together. I sucked harder and heard him whimper as he 
pumped his whole load into my mouth. 

It was sticky and thick, and I swallowed it. 

As I tasted hot Tommy-spunk I lost control and shot my 
wad all in his mouth. His dick was still twitching and 
spasming in my mouth, and it spewed giant amounts of 
cum in huge, sticky wads into my mouth and throat. I 
must have cummed forever. 

Then after we finished, he threw his arms around me and 
we hugged each other roughly, like boys. He licked my 
face playfully and I told him that I loved him. We 
began to play rough and we wrestled and fucked in the 
mud by the pond. We sucked dick and jacked each other 
off everywhere: on the pier, in the water, in the cab 
of his truck.

It was late afternoon before we were finally tired of 
fucking each other. I wasn't tired of his body, but my 
all of my cum was in his stomach and on his face. The 
sun had become red and swollen on the horizon, painting 
the sky fiery orange. The first of the night breezes 
had begun to blow. It was cool, and it caressed out 
naked bodies as we lay in the cool grass by the water, 
sleeping contentedly. 

I looked at him lying there with his head on my chest, 
his breath teasing one nipple. His fair hair was gently 
ruffled by the breeze, and I smoothed it back out of 
his eyes. I stroked the back of his neck and his arm 
tightened around my waist. "I love you, Brett," he said 
softly without opening his eyes.

"Go back to sleep, Tommy," I whispered. "I love you, 
too." 

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Do you like the story so far? Please send your comments 
to: jock12345@aol.com or hit the 'reply' button on your 
AOL screen. This story is a work in progress, and the 
author would appreciate any comments or suggestions. 
Plot and character ideas are also welcome.

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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