Unzipping Ken

Looking back to the times Ned and I spent in the allotment shed leaves me of fond memories of him, it is just a shame he went early, in his late forties too but now I have taken over his allotment and it is me who in turn has the assistance, in more ways than one, to help with the allotment chores and to revive those passionate times.

If only that shed could talk, the stories it could tell, all those pots and tools would no doubt come tumbling off the shelves and the well-used bench, where many a time I was sprawled over for the guys to enjoy me - because it was often not only Ned who shared my talents, but also his mate who both gave me something to remember. I do feel sometimes the ghost of Ned is around when his old mate Ken takes me over that well used bench.

Ken, well he loves to play games. To make it more interesting he says, and he is right, the task he last set me was downright torture, he knows very well just how I love to suck cock, that it is like a drug to me, I am completely hooked and, with Ken, it's exception and he bloody well knows it.

When on a wet Sunday, we'd finished the allotment chores and as it was coming down cats and dogs Ken reckoned we had earned some potting shed comforts and asked me what I thought about being handcuffed.

With ken it was always adventure, the adventure of discovery trying something new so of course I eagerly went along with his suggestion, me thinking he was going to serve me with some domination, and have me like he was fucking me against my will, wanting me to pretend and make all the objections..

But no, we'd been there, done that and I still had the cane marks on my ass cheeks to prove it! I absolutely adore that, when he slaps or canes me, I do love to be all ass for him, bent over in just the way he likes as he takes great pleasure to enjoy not just the beating but what comes afterwards, of course the wonderfully stimulating and satisfying baby oil massage followed by his oral overtures like he wants to eat my ass - it's all so wonderful when he kneads each freshly spanked cheek to ease away the pain into sheer ecstasy - then the way he spreads them as his strong tongue finds its mark - and that certainly hots me up for his wonderfully proportioned cock giving me that absolutely satisfying deep penetrative throbbing fuck.

But this time, it was none of that, "this is what I want you to do, Pete" he said. Already posturing before him, facing him on my knees I just assumed he wanted the usual oral treatment, but no, well not exactly, you see he wanted me to work out a way to unzip him, but with no hands, because they were handcuffed firmly behind my back, and then get to his cock for a full blooded suck. He'd read about it somewhere, and how it procured overwhelming passion and excitement given the challenge and endurance, asked me if I was game for the challenge, that he would really make it worth my while afterwards and was that okay?

"What a stupid question," I replied, "you know me more than that." And he did certainly, he knew just how much I revered his fuck and he also knew my dyer need for a regular dose of the taste and suck of prime cock. Even though he was into his early fifties he could still give me a good showing and all that followed.

So there I was, working out in my mind just how I was to take hold first of the zip tag without any hands. I could tell Ken was already exited as his bulge grew, not exactly making it any easier for me to take his zip tag between my teeth and maneuver it down.

He parted his legs a little and started to moan, "You like that, Pete, sniff me, baby, get the scent of it in your nostrils, you know how you like that," and he made those delicious little movements, moving his crutch slightly to make it more tantalizing. And it is true, I loved the scent of him, sniffing him though his jeans was always a delight But I knew when I released his zip I would get the full scent of cock, which was always a real attraction to me in a way I just could not get enough of it in my mouth, feeling its knob against the back of my throat, that's what I was geared up for as I struggled to undo the zip.

My hands behind me were itching to feel him, such was the tease and torture. It was going to take time for me to work this one out and all the time Ken was pressing his swelling against my face, just as I managed to get a hold of the zip tag between my teeth , so I bloody lost it again didn't I! I yelled at him be still for just a moment and eventually he did, perhaps he was getting impatient as I was but I knew all the time just what a real tease this was going to be which made it really all the more scintillating and exiting I guess

There! I got it between my teeth, held it there, unzipping slowly, half way down, I was already getting the full scent of him now as his jeans began to open, Then all the way down, his bulge sort of popped out between the gap, hidden by his tight black briefs. The sod, he was making it difficult to the end, now I had to work out a way to get to the flesh of his gorgeous cock , pulsing now, from behind those very tight briefs..

But for a while I just enjoyed the smell of it, rubbing my tongue around there, Ken was ecstatic, telling me how lovely that was, but I still had to contend with a mouthful of cotton briefs blocking the way, which made it all the more thrilling I guess, and very every tantalizing too. I just had to somehow work his briefs downwards to reveal that hulk of masculinity that I adore and love so very much, and I needed to do that soon because I was hungry, so hungry to suck cock and to feel his fuck up inside me.

I was thinking if only I had my hands now, makes you realize just how important hands are, especially when you are enjoying another guy, imagining how I could feel and suck his cock and balls, rim his hole and all that and lick my fingers afterwards, then I had no fingers to lick or to use, I had to do it with my mouth, my teeth, my tongue and even the way I worked my head in different positions to get that just right grasp of waistband between my teeth, and then working out how best to work it downwards over the extremity of his now full erection.

Difficult indeed but I had enough vigilance and sheer hunger to work it out, slowly and gradual it had to be but I was thinking about the end product I kept telling myself, think of just how it will be when you have really earned your suck and feel of good quality well primed and mature cock for the taking! That was Ken. He had a very enticing and so tasteful a cock, sort of sweet, yet sour, salty and sensual and when that first drop of pre-cum oozed through his p-hole I was like a hungry kitten sucking its mother's cream.

So all the time it took to tether his briefs down over that protruding penis I had those sweet thoughts running through my mind, and the feel of it through his briefs - so sensual and extraordinary, wherever Ken had read about this I didn't know, but it was so very tantalizing and made for a wonderful sensual foreplay which we both knew would end in a most wonderfully gratifying deep rough fucking.

Ken started to grunt, impatient of what, perhaps he had bitten off more than he could chew, or should I have been thinking that, for at that moment, running through my mind was the thought of him ramming his cock into my mouth and me chewing it, and the times when he did that, I thought if only ... but of course I could never do that, else what would I do in future by way of ken's very exclusive charm and karma?

Ken grunting a lot, knowing I was having an almost impossible task in pulling his briefs over his stiff erection, sort of getting the waist of his briefs half way over his standing penis, but not quite, when they slipped down again to where they were - and it was a case of starting all over, but the best thing being, with a lot of sniffing and nudging between. But for Ken, he was not so patient as me, I'd known that from the beginning, how when I got him so worked up he couldn't hold on any more, twisted and poked me for all he was worth and gave me the most delicious rough fucks across that well used bench, but always with a cushion for me to rest on, whether or not he placed it there for my comfort or the sheer fact I was not quite high enough for him to comfortable penetrate me I don't know, but is certainly worked and made for some wonderfully memorable fucks.

But as quick as you like, his thumb flashed down, quickly achieved the task which I had been attempting to do for so long, and at last there was I with my reward, a veritable length of hard cock which seemed to pop out over his waistband like a jack in the box suddenly springing up into my face, and there below, his firm balls, like a pair of onions being squeezed below, with the waistband of his briefs now neatly tucked below, causing them to probe outwards in a very delightful and inviting way.

Now at last I was in my element, a little peeved that I had not completed the conquest myself, that on the end ken had to help me, I felt so good that at last I could get that taste of cock and my oh! My was it good, it was like heaven feeling at last the touch of pulsing cock slither into my mouth, like a long lost friend, licking, tasting and moving it inside my mouth, anointing it with all the goodness I could give, and then those balls, as if ready to serve my needs.

I just adored to licks then up, feel Ken tremble when I did so, then feel him shudder and moan as I went at his cock hammer and tong - letting myself go as I always did, enjoying his cock to the full, but today a little more so, because I had gotten so worked up by the long tease, and now Ken had opened his jeans to allow them to slide down over his knees, I had the full advantage of nudging beautifully between his thighs, upside down, turning my head as he nestled down over me above, his balls hanging low and free now for me to feel and enjoy.

His hole ripe for me to suck as I spread his cheeks wide apart, his cock well ripened and dipping into my waiting mouth, sniffing and tasting all the time until my nostrils reeked of his scent and my mouth of his taste, the taste of salty sweet and sour cock, that's how it was, and then, the impatient Ken could wait no more, I saw the look in his eyes - he was going to take me, like he'd never taken me before, harnessed with the handcuffs still firmly in place - he aggressively pulled me up from my laying position, twisted me around and ordered me to sprawl spread-eagled on the floor.

If wanted to resist I wouldn't have stood a hell's chance, I was in for his deep screw, that's what he said and I anticipated the feel of that so stiff penetration I had come to enjoy, but not this way, for today, what we had been doing, was such a turn -on that we both knew it was going to be something much more memorable, and he was going to fuck my ass like it had never been fucked before, and when he took me, like that spread-eagled on the floor, my chest and face touching the floor, my ass perched high for his penetration - and when it went into me, it was swift and sure and deep, soon reaching a full and thrusting penetration, our bodies arithmetically moving to each other, taking and giving all we were worth.

For a day or so afterwards I was so numb , but it felt so good, something special had moved us both and it was something I certainly wanted to try again, but Ken had other things in mind, next time it would be his turn to do the honours, but unlike him I would not relent, he would have to figure just how to solve the task, and I knew I was going to enjoy every moment. It was going to be just another wonderful session with Ken.

written by writersinterlude

WRITE STORIES join free

CATEGORIES encounters

Why Read? Audio Sex Stories!