Hard At Work. Brad Saunders

to finger-fuck me while continuing to lick the sensitive nerve endings in my butt furrow, but I knew I would have to brace myself when I heard him stand up behind me. I hadn’t yet felt Samuel’s hard-on, but I reached back to take hold of it and guide it into my waiting ass. It was hefty and thick, just like its owner, with a head that was as big and round as a snow globe…at least it felt that way to me.

      He had already managed to get it wet and slippery with a mixture of spit and the precum that I felt practically pouring from the hole at the tip of his dick. Holding his penis in one hand and pulling aside one of my cheeks in the other, I slowly maneuvered his corkscrew into my shy pink pucker.

      I breathed in deeply, trying to loosen up enough to take in his remarkable girth, and it was only after a few seconds that I was able to decontract for him to push his way inside me. As every inch of his slab of meat entered me, I felt Samuel lean over onto me with his heavy bulk, pressing me even harder down onto the barrel. When he had totally penetrated me, he took a moment to kiss my ear and the back of my neck, letting me get used to his volume; then he smoothly pulled almost all the way out, leaving just the tip of his cock head inside me before gliding it all back into my ass cavity. He did that a few times; then he started to pump in and out of me with more purpose.

      The bramble of his pubes was tickling my ass cheeks, and I could feel his balls whacking against my taint, making a sweaty slapping sound each time they came into contact with my skin. Samuel’s hands were prying apart my ass cheeks, opening them as far as they would go and stretching the skin of my sphincter as he plunged in and out of me with his fat hard-on. He stood back up and took a firmer grip on my pelvis, really plugging me with all he had. I took it for a few moments, but then I stood up, too, and arched my back in order to slow him down and make him punch deep up into me in order to hit my G-spot. I turned my head to kiss his scratchy face, sending my tongue on a caving mission into his mouth while he, in turn, went spelunking in my nether regions.

      After a minute or two in that more intimate, profound position, Samuel asked me if we could change it up. I breathily agreed to do whatever he wanted, and so he pulled his knob out of me and set me back up on the barrel, facing him. Then bending his knees slightly, he launched himself back inside me with the precision of a guided missile, barely pausing when I issued forth a sound that was half moan and half whimper.

      We were both totally warmed up, so Samuel started at a fast pace, jamming me several times a second as his breath came faster and more shallow. I loved being able to see the changing expressions on his face. His cheeks were puffed out and totally flushed from the exertion, and a line of sweat had broken out on his fair forehead. We both still had our tops on since it was cold in the barrel room, but I reached up to feel out the hard, rounded muscles of his husky frame, and I shifted my ass back and forth so that each time his sturdy, hairy legs slammed into me, we met with a powerful impact.

      Our motions combined to create long, vigorous strokes that stoked the fires within both of us. I pulled Samuel’s face down to my own, his hefty weight resting upon me, so that we could kiss as he fucked my brains out. I could barely concentrate on anything except the fact that my ass and my back were aching—my ass from the pounding of a lifetime, and my back from the strange arch shape the barrel made me conform to. I didn’t care, though. I just wanted this to go on forever, though I knew that within a minute I would be spewing enough cum to fill one of the room’s stainless-steel fermentation tanks.

      Each thrust sent me further and further toward the precipice. I had barely even touched my own dick since Samuel’s oral entertainments, but I could already feel the precum coating my piss pipe and the sperm flowing up from my prostate and through my balls to where it would erupt from my groin.

      I could no longer resist giving in to my impulses, so I demanded that Samuel fuck me as hard as he could, and I gave myself a few final squeezes, getting ready to pop my cork. I told Samuel I was going to cum any second, and he panicked…with two results. The first is that he pounded me even harder, faster, his whole body becoming stiff as a board. The second was, after screaming that if I came on the barrel I’d ruin the wine, he bent down with a flexibility I found remarkable for someone as powerfully built as he was, so that his mouth was suctioned over the very tip of my cock.

      That was it. He sent me right over the edge when his mouth latched on to me like that, and I began to ejaculate right into his orifice. Wave after wave of undeniable gratification swept over me as each burst of semen flew out of my body.

      Samuel struggled to gulp it all down. I always produced big loads, but his massive cock had kneaded out every last bit of semen I had to offer, like a fully inflated winepress, and I was sending it all down his throat. He managed to suck down most of it, but he was quickly overwhelmed and let a few drops spill back onto my pelvis. He was considerate, though, and as soon as he knew I was done, he released my dick from his mouth, and licked up the remaining splatters from my body.

      The least I could do was return the favor, so I climbed down from the barrel. His prick was completely engorged and red, with veins sticking out in every which way. He had to be close to completion. With the same attention he’d given me, I fastened on to his cock with the single-mindedness of a leech and sucked for all I was worth.

      Using my hands, I coaxed and caressed moans of pleasure from him, and when the flow of his precum became particularly heavy, I knew he had only seconds left to resist me, so I employed my hands to jerk his slobbery cock off while I continued to suck and lick at the sensitive skin on the bottom of his shaft right below the head. That did the trick, and he began to shudder, while his balls shriveled way up into his groin.

      Keeping my mouth over the entire head of his cock so that not even a jot of juice would escape me, I continued to tug at his shaft until I felt surge after surge of body-hot goo hitting the back of my mouth and running down my throat. He kept gushing for almost a half-minute more, then, treating me to one final trickle of his mineral-tasting slime, he shifted back and pulled out of my mouth. I wiped at my chin to be sure I had polished off all his gunk, then stood up to kiss him, tasting our mingled substances on both our mouths.

      Standing back at the rudimentary bar a few minutes later, Samuel poured us both another glass from the vintage bottle he had pulled out earlier. We swirled our wine, sniffed at it professionally, then tasted a hearty swig of it.

      “Delicious berry notes and a strong alcohol content, but still a fine, young acidity. Just beautiful,” I sighed, taking another sip.

      “For once I agree with you, but it’s nothing compared to how you taste,” said Samuel.

      “Well, that was just one sample. You’ll have to try a few more before making your final judgment,” I told him, knowledgeably.

      “I look forward to it. You know, we could use more wine writers like you around here. Ones who are really willing to get their hands dirty…”

      “Well, it helps to have a barrel master who can show you the ropes and really let you delve into every aspect of the winemaking process,” I replied, taking another sip. “That’s how you learn.”

      “I plan to teach you everything I know,” he told me.

      Raising my glass to toast him, I replied, “I look forward to it.”