TY AND I part 4 - Sex Stories

TY AND I part 4

... said was that Ty was the first black lover he'd ever had. It made us all chuckle. Paul and and I remained respectfully removed from the two young lovers but could not resist the temptation to move another vantage point. I was content with my position so long as I could view Ty's face. The expressions that passed across it were infinitely more erotic than what was happening with his body, however the beads of sweat twinkling on his smooth brown flesh was not without it's erotic allure. Paul then walked over to where I was seated. My cock was quite hard by this time but still hidden within my pants. Paul smiled and liberated my cock, his long fingers curl round the shaft and in one swift motion had engulfed my cock deep down into his throat. He knew the art of relaxing his throat muscles and accomodating massive cocks. I have witnessed this talent on a number of occassions where he was even challenged by men even more endowed than himself to swallow their cocks and stunned to silence when this was accomplished. He called it the Zen of cocksucking. It was an amazing sight to behold. Paul was also very accomplished at self sucking. To watch a man of his advanced years throw himself on the floor and curl his body up so that he was deep throating himself was also a stunt that made a party go suddenly silent with rapt fascintion. I attempted this a few times but never got anywhere near my cock before the strain upon my back brought the experiment to an abrupt halt. For Paul this ...

... was the rewards of many years of yoga. His lean, sinewy body was one massive sexual organ. He had swallowed my cock down to the base and held it where for a few minutes before releasing it with a wet pop and my cock shimmered with his saliva. &#034We are Nature, long have we been absent, but now we return, We become plants, trunks, foliage, roots, bark, We are bedded in the ground, we are rocks, We are oaks, we grow in the opening side by side, We browse, we are two among the wild herds spontaneous as any, We are two fishes swimming in the sea together, We are also the coarse smut of b**sts....&#034 Paul said in a dreamy tone than seemed as if he were in a deep state of enchantment. He identified the author of those words to be those of the great American poet Walt Whitman before he resumed sucking on my cock. I came fond of these strange interludes when he'd stop and quote a poet in the middle of a sexual activity. For Paul was never frivilous nor merely a transitory pleasure. Sometimes he referred to his lovers as his &#034little poems&#034. As Ty and Yukio continued fucking before us, Paul had tossed off the robe that up to now was just casually open. He turned and straddled my cock, holding it steady as it slid up his ass. I have no great knowldge of the human body nor to the stamina of the human rectum but Paul's rectal muscles seem as supple and vibrant as when I first met him. I watched as my cock slowly disappears up his ass, but he is total control and savors each ...