According To Tim

According to Tim, the word rebuttal means, that among other things, to refute, to repel, or to rebuff. Any one of them would have been applicable to Foxxe Rome.

He had the most desirable butt I had ever seen, and he refused to let me, or any other man for that matter, get a handle on it. How could anybody with an ass to die for be so strong on rebuttal, I asked myself. Still, I'm one of the fortunate ones, and got to play squash with him twice a week. Which also meant I got to get a double dose of his bowl-you-over-buns under the shower. Although even when he was playing squash, they were pretty much in evidence. You can bet your bottom dollar - if you'll excuse the pun - that those who professed interest in the game he played, are secretly more intent on watching the way that those butt muscles of his worked as he lunged forward with his racket. I suppose a lot of sport has sexual overtones, but I think squash probably beats them all. It's so anal and invigorating. I'm sure Foxxe fucks the ass off his girl friend after every game we played. I know I go home and have erotic dreams about me reaching up to pluck his golden delicious apples and sucking the juice out of them, or kneeling to worship him in the shower and soaping up his butt to my heart's content.

The only problem with people like Foxxe is that they're always so uptight and straight. Always talking about how many girls they've had, or how many they'd like to fuck. So much so that you feel like a dickhead jerk, and soon convince yourself that it would be easier to ask the Queen to come and have a crap with you, than to invite Foxxe Romie for a beer and a little indoor sport. So I had to make do with the regular visions I got of him in the shower room, watching him soap his dick and lather up his ass until his cheeks looked like two milky churns. His dick was pretty nice to look at, too, and his balls were just how I liked them, firm and close to his dick, not in a saggy sack like a lot of guys.

Also he has a great body and a handsome face. But I was stuck on his butt. The rest of him could have been plain to bordering on ugly, but I would still have followed his butt anywhere. Bet you're curious now to know what it looks like. Well if you've seen that film, Lost in Translation, you'll know that you can't describe the indescribable except to say it's sublime. Just think of a few of those marble statues, add the word malleable, and you're half way there. Malleable marble. What more could you possibly want! On top of that they're uplifted, which also describes the way I feel when I see them. They start high and have a kind of little shelf which opens out and undulates down so you can't help thinking what a nice frame they would make for your dick as you're fucking him. Or even better, how nice they'd be to hold on to as he's fucking you. Either way.

Then there's a kind of dent between each cheek and a heavenly valley that forms his crackerjack crevice. The whole ensemble is rounded off by the complimentary smoothness of his silky skin and the rock hard muscle of his butt. As you can see I've committed every precious inch and curving contour to memory. So where do we go from here? We fly to London is what we do. You see he's a journalist, and I'm a photographer, Eventually we have to share a room because the plane is delayed, and there just aren't enough rooms to go round.

Then, the unexpected happens, and suddenly the impossible becomes possible. You didn't think this was going to turn out to be a fairy story, did you? Want to read on? I think you should. He was drunk, of course. He would have had to be in order to excuse himself, or for it to happen in the first place. But it's also an unusual story of being in the right place at the right time, and never letting go of your dream, or in this case, Foxxe's butt.

We had been waiting forever here in the airport while they were deciding if the plane was going to take off or not. People had became extremely irritated and crabby, by now and eventually, very drunk. Then about two o'clock we were packed into buses and distributed alonge the way to hotels. Stuart had been working his sexual magic on a hot blonde girl, and had also been plying her with whisky, so she was half way to the stars when we had arrived at the hotel. Naturally, he wanted me to fuck her roommate, but I told him that I wasn't inclined that way. I thought he knew that already, but I suppose there are none so blind as those who will not see what in frnt of them. Or something like that. I was al so pretty drunk myself.

He said in that case he'd have to fuck her in our room. I said, 'What am I supposed to do?'

He said, 'You can hold my balls and watch.' Without any more ado, he threw the girl on the bed. She tore off his shirt as he pulled down his pants and proceeded to service her. I found myself confronted by that marvellous butt and I decided to follow his orders. I took his balls in my hand and squeezed them as hard as I dared. At which point, he began to pound away at the lady beneath him. He was spurred on by this success, I began to nuzzle his butt, which wasn't easy as it was soon going like a piston. Somehow I had manged to get my tongue got in there, and I tongue fucked him while he dick fucked her.
I knew I was going to have some explaining to do when this is all over, but I got pasted that caring if he got mad or not after all he toled me to hold his balls.

Suddenly he just stopped, and I thought I was in for the high jump. 'It's just no good,' he said. ' It's like fucking a body bag. She's passed out. Help me get her back next door.' He pulled his pants back up again, and we delivered the package to her friend. Back in our room, he stripped to the buff right in front of me before going to take a shower. While I was having mine, he just wlaked in and talked to me. There seemed to be a new intimacy between us that we didn't have before. I grabbed one of the towel so he wouldn't see my dick reach out for him.

"Wow," that was a pretty good job you did on my ass.'' he said as I dried myself, " Think I got more of a kick out of that than screwing Sheila.''
"She was drunk, " I ventured.
"You weren't,'' he replied.
"I would have been if you'd let me continue.'' I quipped.
"Who's stopping you," he said, and flopped face downwards on the bed. His luscious ass had never looked so inviting or so appetizing, to me and here he was giving me an open invitation to sample it. I didn't need to be asking twice and I went right to work on this stud. "Turn the light out," he said, "and I'll try to imagine you're a broad."

"You're in for a big surprise," I said as I flicked the switch and inserted my tongue. He lay stoically silent for a moment until the tang of my tongue began to get to him. He lifted his butt slightly so I could get further inside him, and began to grind his groin against the mattress, all the while making a vain attempt to bury his growing groans in the pillow. Just as he seemed about to beg for more, I withdrew my tongue from his ass and began to lick from his crevice to the base of his balls, taking each one tenderly in my mouth and sucking it ever so gently, almost imperceptibly. He shivered in anticipation and rolled over. I ran my tongue along the full length of his sphincter. As he slid along the bed in a semi-delirium, I managed to straddle him and get my penis in line with his mouth. I let it hover there for what seemed an eternity, and waited for him to take the initiative. I thought maybe he couldn't see it in the dark, so I brought it down lower so he could sniff the sweet juice of it. The tension was terrific. Soon I felt his tongue snaking out of his mouth, and making tentative contact with the tip of my dick. I hesitated only a moment, then brought it down even lower and guided it into his waiting mouth, wondering if this time I hadn't gone just a bit too far. To my pleasant surprise, his mouth seemed to water at what I can only suppose was his first taste of prime dick, and he worked his way on top of me and began to make a full meal of it.

"That feels good," I said. "Make it nice and wet so it won't hurt when I slip it into you." He did as he was told, and sucked and slathered so well that before long I had to get a grip on myself as I longed for nothing more than to come in his mouth. I stretched out my hand to get some lube on my fingers. I began to titillate his orifice. He moaned and groaned as I inserted one sloshy, slushy finger after another, and the more I sloshed, the tighter his lips folded round my dick until his mouth began to feel like a suction pump. In the meantime, I got a kick out of finally being able to get my hands on those delicious forbidden buns, and feeling his butt hole open ever wider as I buttered them up real good and probed him with my fingers. Inside he felt like marshmallow, but his butt was a vice.

It sucked in the fingers of my hand greedily until I began to think my arm would soon be halfway up his ass. Of course, the rest of me was halfway to heaven already. It was like being sucked up and sucked in at one and the same time. Then he shuddered and let out a cry of sheer pleasure and I knew he was ready. None too soon either, as my dick was about to hose his throat. I was out of his mouth, and into his ass in a flash. He had made my prong harder than a fireman's pole, and I roared my way in there like one of their high powered engines. His bowels were aflame for me, and the harder I gave it to him, the hotter his fucking furnace grew until the heat of his blazing butt engulfed me, and I thought I'd never be able to extinguish him. His milky ass boiled and bulged and billowed beneath me like the safety sheet rescuers hold out for an emergency landing. As I rammed home, I could almost hear the wind whistling through his nostrils or was it steam? He humped and heaved and grunted like a hog in heat, and then groped for the bedside light.

"I have to see this," he said. "I want to see this." Then he wrapped his legs round my neck, drawing me towards him as if he wanted to kiss me in gratitude, looked me straight in the eye, and said, "Fuck me, fuck me. Fuck the fucking ass off me. I never realized anything could feel so good. Fuck me." I looked down at him, literally drooling with liquid lust as I did so. He opened his mouth wide to receive my spittle, and opened his butt even wider to receive as much of me as I could muster. I knew I wasn't far from coming, so I whipped out my dick for a split second, gave him a tasty dose of pre-cum and then turned him over onto his stomach to bask my eyes on his butt. His ass rose high in the air like a cobra about to go in for the kill. Only the cobra was me. I hissed my way up his steaming shaft. He drew me deeper and deeper inside him, then he rose to his knees, arched his back and leaned back on me, driving his butt right down on me and setting off sparks inside me that ignited my entire being. Now we were both on fire.

Suddenly, a valve or something was released, and several months of pent up passion had roared out of me to a soaring, searing crescendo. In that instant, my head was full of sirens and bells, all going off simultaneously as I exploded like a lite fire cracker inside of him. We lurched and lunged and thrashed to a stop. Then we lay there immobile for quite some time. He was swimming in his own cum. I knew I had fucked him good.

"Sean that was great." he said. "Why did you wait so long?"
We spent the night laying on the bed for along time before getting up the next day he had a good time that night.