Frank

Overcome with desire and other overwhelming emotions when John expressed his need to fuck me, I simply nodded. As I've said, I am a top. I've submitted to being fucked a few times, but I can't say that I really enjoyed it. I didn't know how it would go with John; I only knew that if that's what he wanted from me, that's what he'd get.

He headed out of the kitchen carrying me, still clutched to his chest, up the stairs. Entering a large airy bedroom, he gently laid me on a huge four-poster bed, where he started undressing me.

He pulled my shirt off over my head, pressed his lips to my chest, nuzzling in the nest of hair between my nipples. Then his tongue sought a nub. When it hardened, he moved to the other. I pushed up against his mouth wanting him to devour it... to devour me.

He rose up and stood between my legs, staring at me. Damn, he looked more gigantic from this angle. It made me feel even more tiny. I glanced at the tall carved bedpost and envisioned my arms and legs tied to them. I could feel myself quailing, but then he murmured, "You're so beautiful, Farr. Precious. Just looking at your perfect little body, makes me want to love and protect you from the rest of the world."

I relaxed, knowing John would never do anything to me against my will. He reached for the buttons on my Levi's

Never. I mean never, had I ever completely submitted myself to another man, much less a big man. And John was about the biggest man I'd ever laid eyes on. That day in the electric supply, I never even dared to dream that he would want me, nor would I ever have imagined wanting to submit to his every desire.

But now.... now our desires were totally intermeshed. It didn't matter whether it was him fucking me, or me fucking him. We needed to be inside one another.... to be one.

I shuddered at the thought of him lying on top of me. He must have read my mind because after lying on his side, cuddling and kissing me, he rolled onto his back and said, "Ride me, Cowboy."

It took me a minute to figure out what he meant. With a big grin, I straddled him with his hard throbbing cock riding against my perineum. Holding onto his big muscular pecs, I leaned forward and dug my heels into his thighs and said, "Giddy up there, Hoss."

His deep laughter rumbled through my chest as he pulled me down against him, and said, "God, I love you, Farr."

I froze. Had I heard right? Did he really say what I thought he did? How was I supposed to respond? Did he expect me to say that back to him?

His broad hand was caressing up and down my spine. "It's alright, Sweet Man. I didn't expect you to say anything back. I just couldn't keep it locked in any longer. I wanted to say it before I got into the throws of an orgasm." This was said by the man that drank himself into a stupor because he could deal with my small

I relaxed. He had said it and didn't expect it in return. Just laying there with his hand running up and down my back while his other hand massaged my butt got my motor running. But then, what he'd said hit me. He loves me! Hell, what's wrong with me? I've been in love with the big guy since the night he sat on the floor of my store with me wrapped in his arms. I sat up and looked at him… really looked at him. He was as beautiful as any Greek sculpture, but more rugged and manly. I reach out a hand and rubbed his scratchy unshaven cheek. "I thought I'd be the first to say that."

His eyes smiled at me while one side of his mouth twitched like he wanted to say something devilish. I didn't give him a chance as I crushed my lips against his. His arms tightened around me making it difficult to breathe. But who needed to breathe? I'd happily expire in his arms. 'Soupy thought, Frank,' but it was kind of true.

His cock bounced against the back of my balls. "We need a condom and lube," I muttered.

He reached into a bedside drawer and pulled out both and handed them to me. I slid down onto his legs, applied a little lube to his shaft, tore open the packet and unrolled the latex tube down it. Before I could start to prepare myself, John took the bottle from me and said, "Let me get you ready, Farr."

I lay onto his chest and scooted up to where I could kiss him as he lubed and fingered my rear. When he had me groaning and begging for it, he said, "It's time to ride, Cowboy."

I stood astraddle him and as I squatted, he held his cock up and I impaled myself on it. I wanted him inside me so bad that I forgot how painful it could be. Hell, it had been at least three years since I'd been entered. John looked like he was going to yank me off his cock, but then the pain receded and I smiled at him and he relaxed.

When I'd settled my balls on his pubes, I began to rotate and grind against his pelvis. I'd also forgotten the sensations that kind of move caused. John put his hands behind his head and watched me. His satisfied smile was constantly changing to a closed-eyes grimace of pleasure. I fucked myself on his cock bringing him to the brink, then I stopped.

John asked,"Why'd you stop?"

"I want this to last for you," I panted and carefully lay on his chest.

When he had backed off coming, John, holding me lightly against his chest, sat up and maneuvered his knees under him. The way his cock jabbed me a couple of times I thought I'd lose it. It caused sensations I'd never felt before.

"Are you ready to be really fucked?" John asked.

I felt like a toy the way he manhandled me, and I'd usually resent it, but this was John. God, he could've done anything to me at this point and I wouldn't have objected.

He started with feathery kisses all over my face and neck, barely moving anything down below while murmuring things I couldn't discern, but interpreted to be words of love and desire. I relaxed back against his strong arms, in heaven. Slowly he let my shoulders down to the bed. His hands slid down to my hips and held me against him, impaled on his phallus. Holding me thus, he rose up and began to move his hips, pushing and pulling his cock in and out of my sensitive hole. I was nearing delirium with his constant slow thrusting against my nut. I wondered if it was because this was John, or had the previous fuckers not known how to do it. Or maybe it was so good because we were in love with each other.

With that thought, I was suddenly over the edge, shooting like I'd never shot before. I thought I'd never stop. And then John let loose his load into the condom. I could feel the pulse of each ejaculation and sighed contentedly.

John let go of my hips, and fell forward holding himself above me, his head hanging down as he caught up on his oxygen. Sweat dripped off his nose landing on my lips. I licked them and relished his saltiness. His arms began to collapse; he rolled to the side and onto his back. I let him dispose of the condom, then crawled on top of him and relaxed. This was becoming my favorite place to be. His arms wrapped around me, a hand on the back of my head holding it firmly against his chest. "My precious, my precious," he murmured. An image invaded my mind of Gollum finding the ring and saying the same thing, but in a Peter Lorrie voice, and I couldn't help but giggle.

He pushed me into a sitting position and asked, "What's so funny?"

There was no way I would tell him. I shook my head, just stared into his rich chocolate eyes and said, "I love you, John."

John

After walking out of the Pomodoro the previous evening, I couldn't face being confronted by Farr on Monday morning. I called Ward before he headed over to Farr's shop and had him come by my house to pick up the estimate that I'd written out and forgotten to give Farr. He kidded me about being in love and I told him to shove it, and to tell Farr that I had to finish another job.

I should have expected that Ward would tell Farr where I was. And I should have expected Farr to show up at my door, but I was surprised to see him. I think he was a bit surprised to see me half dressed, but he didn't say anything.

I didn't expect to be telling him how I felt about him either, but I found myself again kneeling in front of him pouring my feelings out to him. Nor did I expect to be pushed over onto my back on the kitchen floor with him crawling onto my chest. And I didn't expect at all that the little man would not only consent to letting me fuck him, but be eager for me to do it.

Let me explain something I learned that day. There is plain fucking just for the sheer pleasure of it and that pretty good. Then there is fucking to express how much you love someone and that can be beyond wonderful. I'd heard all that before and thought it was a bunch of sissy B.S. until I had the pleasure of making love to Farr. That changed my whole perception of sex.

When I collapsed onto my back after bringing us both to climax, still covered in cum, he crawled on top me, and cuddled against me. I was in heaven. Never again would his diminutive size inhibit me. Then, when he said that he loves me, well, I couldn't have been happier; I had never felt more fulfilled than at that moment. That this marvelous little man could make me feel like this, like I'd never felt before... it was just wondrous.

Every moment, no matter how grand, has to give way for something else. When the cum adhering us started getting cold I suggested that we bathe together. I'd built a huge shower tub in my bathroom when I renovated this old house. I love to soak after a hard day's work and since there was no commercial bathtub big enough for me to stretch out in and relax, I'd built my own. Farr's mouth literally fell open when he saw the six foot long, three foot wide tub.

"Wow, I could do laps in that thing," he exclaimed.

I poured in some bubble bath for which I got teased, filled it with comfortably hot water, crawled in and lay back inviting Farr to join me. I spread my legs and pulled him back against me. He relaxed with his eyes closed and let me wash his hair. I guess that he hadn't paid any attention to the bathing accoutrements I'd installed like the hand held shower head, which I turned on making him jump in surprise as I rinsed away the shampoo.

He, in turn, insisted on sittting on the back of the tub with my head in his lap so he could wash mine. I got a kick out of him mounding bubbles on top of my head, then showing me what I looked like with the shaving mirror.

I had to sit up so he could wash the top half of me, then I stood so he could wash my lower half. The lower half took a lot longer and I was hard as a rock when he finished. Then it was my turn to wash him. I lay on my back with him in his favorite position, lying on my chest. He giggled and held on to the sides of the tub for stabilization as he lay with his back against my chest so I could wash his front side. When I washed his cock, I whispered in his ear. "Soon as we get dried off I want this in me."

Farr sat up and spun around to stare at me. "Are you serious, John?"

"Absolutely. Do you think you're the only one to enjoy the pleasure of getting fucked?"

"That was the first time, John."

"Oh.... God damn, Farr, I never thought... You really were a...a...a virgin?"

"No, Silly, I've taken it a few of times, but I never enjoyed it, never stayed hard. I never came before without being touched."

I lay in the sudsy water, my mouth loose as I stared at him.

"I've never let a big man have my ass before, John. I wouldn't have let you, if we hadn't made love together twice already. I knew when you made love to me the first time... when you laid me on the table and took me in your mouth....you were making love to me, weren't you? I felt like you were."

"I was making love to you, Farr."

He nodded. "I knew then that I was going to let you have my ass, because I knew you would be making love to me, not just fucking me."

I rose to a sitting position and gathered Farr into my arms as he slipped down onto my legs. "Lets' dry off and go back to bed. I want you to show me how much you love me."

Frank

I've told you I'm a Top. I discovered that there is one difference between all the guys I've fucked and John. Size… That's body size, People. No one before was that much bigger than me. Picture a Chihuahua and a Great Dane.... well.... with the Great Dane lying on his back. That's how I was feeling, and I couldn't help but giggle when I knelt in position between John's big long legs.

John knew without asking what I was laughing about. "Hey, Pup, the only thing that matters here is that you're big where it matters and that you know how to use it."

He drew his legs up and grasped them with his hands behind his knees and pulled them down to his chest, which raised his spread ass. There's nothing that turns me on more than the sight of a grown man's ass. His puckered opening surrounded by light brown hair invited me to plunge my tongue into it, and I did, along with a lot of licking from his tail bone to the back of his scrotum. I soon had John sounding like a female Great Dane in heat.

I should have been ashamed of myself for making him beg like he did, but it was only the two of us, and I was enjoying giving him so much pleasure, and he was obviously enjoying the pleasuring I was giving him. I knew he was serious when he started muttering threats and said, "If you don't stick you cock up my ass I'm going to tie you down and sit on it."

So I quickly sheathed and lubricated my cock, and attempted to slowly enter him, but John was having nothing to do with slow. When he felt the head of my cock touch his pucker, he let go of his legs and grasped my ass and pulled me into him.

He smiled with satisfaction and said, "Now show me how much you love me. Fuck me into tomorrow."

So I did. When you stop and consider that one of John's thighs, which is all muscle, and is bigger around than my waist; it's hard to imagine that I could possibly make him yell. But I was doing my best and I did have him making unrecognizable, incoherent noises before he noisily shot all over his face and chest without ever touching himself.

"Jeeeeezuz," he groaned after he came down from his climax.

After giving him a few more thrusts and filling the latex, I pulled out of him. I sat back on my haunches and mischievously asked, "Was it as good for you as it was for me?"

He opened an eye and looked at me. "Get up here," he commanded holding his arms out to me. With no hesitation, I spread myself out on his chest ignoring the cum that covered it. I licked some from his left cheek and fed it to him with my tongue. He took it and tried to suck my tongue, but I pulled back and cleaned off his left eyelid, his forehead and right cheek before feeding him some more. He accepted it and hugged me tightly, then thrust me back to where he could look at me. For several seconds he simply stared, then he said, "You're the man, Farr. You're 'my' man. You thoroughly claimed me. I've never before ejaculated without some manual stimulus. I love you, Little Man."

I grinned and said, "And I love you, Big Fellow." God, he made me feel ten feet tall.

After showering and playing around a bit more, we dressed and headed out to refuel before going over to my shop. Ward winked at me and quickly attempted to look contrite to John who grabbed him around his neck and pulled him into a hug. I heard him say, "Thanks, Bud," as he smooched his cheek and let go of him. Ward was bright red as he turned on a heel and headed back to work. I wondered what else John might have said, to get that response.