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Over-hard With A Side Of Sausage

By

TJ

   Do you mind if we walk while we talk? That bench looks pretty unforgiving, if you know what I mean. Now I've always known Hutch was, um, well endowed. All you gotta do is look at his hands to know that. Those long musician's fingers, well, they're just like his cock - long and strong and hard as steel.

   I mean, I'm not exactly small myself, but Hutch is positively huge. And where he was trying to stick that thing hadn't seen a lot of action. Actually, it hadn't seen any action. I was as cherry as a twelve-year-old. My partner sure took care of that, though. Busted my cherry wide open.

   Now before you go getting the wrong idea, let me tell you, it was great. No, that's not it. It was... it was... I don't think there's a word to describe it really. When he sank that big blond cock of his into me it was the strangest sensation I'd ever felt. All of a sudden I was hot and cold and tingly and numb all at the same time.

   This is gonna sound corny, I know, but the pleasure and the pain mixed together so thoroughly I couldn't tell which one I was feeling anymore. I wanted him to stop and I wanted him to keep fucking me forever. I was so out of it I didn't know which way was up. All I knew was that I had Hutch inside me and nothing was ever gonna be the same for me again.

   I know, I know. I sound like a damn soap opera or something. But it's the truth. When we... joined... like that, it was incredible. Finally, at last, we'd achieved the one thing we'd always wanted but never knew how to do. We were one. One body to go with the one mind and one heart and one soul that we'd been all along. I wish we could stay like that forever.

   There's something I want to say about that partner of mine. Now I know I said that Hutch really busted my cherry good and he did. But don't go thinking he was rough or anything. He treated me like I was made of glass or something, touching me all soft and gently, respecting my body the way he respected everything else about me.

   And he was so scared. He was terrified he was going to hurt me. And for him, that was unacceptable. He's seen me hurt a lot over the years. There was no way in hell he was going to add to the list. I truly believe he'd cut off his own dick before he'd hurt me with it. He loves me that much. But it was something I really wanted. At least once. And he knew it. That's another thing about my partner. He's never been able to deny me anything, not if I really wanted it.

   I'm glad this time proved no exception. I may be sore as hell right now, but I can't wait to do this again. I asked him later what it had been like for him. He thought for a minute then he told me if he had to pick a single word to describe it, he'd have to say intense. Well, me being me, I had to have him explain that. So he started at the beginning and told me all about it.

   Let me tell you, I felt real bad when he told me he panicked. That was not what I wanted to hear. But then he told me how good it had been for him, how close it made him feel - like we were somehow merging into a single being, I think he said. My heart just melted. That was just what I'd felt.

   Then he told me how powerful it had made him feel to take me inside him. If I hadn't already been lying down that would have floored me. I mean, I felt a lot of things while Hutch was taking me, but powerful wasn't one of them. I should have known that partner of mine would find a way to think he was the one in control even with someone shoving their dick up his ass.

   I thought about that one for awhile, just lying there in Hutch's arms. Powerful. I hadn't felt powerful. I hadn't felt particularly powerless, but I hadn't felt powerful either. I thought about what Hutch said more closely. He felt powerful because he was giving me pleasure with his body, that he was giving me so much pleasure in fact that I came. That made him feel powerful, like a man, able to satisfy and please his mate.

   I thought about how I felt about that same thing. I didn't feel powerful. No, I just felt blessed. I felt thankful and humbled that my partner could find so much joy in the use of my body. I remember what his face looked like as he slid inside me and I remember thinking how lucky I was that I was the one that caused that look.

   No, I didn't feel powerful, I felt awed. He was so gentle and loving about it all, it made me feel special down to my toes. When I took Hutch, it was bent over his kitchen table, like he wanted. When it was his turn to do the taking, though, it was in my bed. We were lying on our sides, my back to his front. He held my leg up then pushed inside me as careful as he could.

   I turned my head while he did it and just watched his face. He had his eyes squeezed shut and looked like he was in pain. I could tell he was struggling not to go too fast. It took awhile but he got that monster in me all the way and boy could I feel it. He was balls deep inside me and it felt like a telephone pole had been rammed up my ass.

   He stayed there, rock still until he felt me relax around him. I kept my eyes glued to his face the whole time. It was the most fascinating thing I'd ever seen. I've seen Hutch have sex before. We've done a few three-somes and four-somes in our time, but I've never seen him look like he did then. I guess that's the difference between making love and having sex. I've seen Hutch have sex before, but I'd never seen him make love.

   Like I was saying, I was watching his face. I felt him pull out a little then push back in real gentle-like. It was such a small movement but the look on his face was pure ecstasy. He was in heaven. My big, tough partner was in heaven and it was my body that was taking him there.

   Now can you see why I said I felt grateful and humbled? I was fucking HONORED to be the one my partner was sliding his dick inside of. It was the purest, most special gift I'd ever given him. Hell, it was all I could do to keep from bawling like a baby.

   When it was over, he pulled him into his arms and held me so tight I had trouble breathing. I didn't care, though. I was right where I belonged and, for better or worse, I was gonna stay right there for the rest of my life. Or as long as Hutch'll have me. But I hope it's forever. I really do. Cause I can't see ever being with anybody else. Not after this.

   You know, I always knew that one day I'd find the love of my life. Even after... after Terry... I still believed I'd find someone to share my life with. I just never imagined that person would be a six foot tall blond with control issues and atrocious taste in cars. I never imagined that person would turn out to be the one person that already meant more to me than my own life.

   I love him so much. More than I've ever loved anybody before. I don't think I could make it without him. Not anymore. I don't think I'd even try. He's all the best parts of me. He's what I strive to be. He's the best human being I know and I'll love him and protect him till the day I die. Now if I could just get up the balls to ask him to marry me...

THE END