As the sunrise filtered in through Marion's bedroom window, I felt the warm wisp of his breath on the back of my neck, his hand still cradling my cock and balls and the nascent development of his morning woody nestled in the crease of my legs. My mind leaped back to last night and everything that had happened. My own woody began developing.

Reaching behind me, feeling his fleshy pole, semi-hard, I turned toward him while disappearing under the sheet. A foot or so under the surface, I was face-to-face with his cock, which took on a golden tint from the sun's rays permeating the sheet. It radiated a mystical quality like Ruyi Jingu Bang. It's the magical golden staff of Sun Wukong, which can shrink or grow and make copies of itself.

Marion sensed my presence and pushed his hips forward. First, touching my lips then parting them, eight inches of pleasure slipped into my mouth. His hips moved slowly as he began to fuck my oral cunt.

My cock sprang to life given the situational hotness, feverishly tonguing, back and forth over his meat as he pushed it deeper and deeper. Damn, I loved how it filled me up; how it throbbed for me; how it felt going in and out, full-empty-full-empty; how it made me feel powerful; how it excited all my senses. How badly I wanted to elicit his cum.

Marion moaned then let out an "argh" then came for me flooding my mouth with his offering. Fuck, I felt so in control of his release. My mouth and tongue had compelled Marion to give me his cum. I wanted more.

Pushing Marion onto his back, my head began bobbing on his semi-hard cock like I was giving CPR. What is it? thirty strokes then two breaths? After a few minutes of CSR, Cock Sucking Rescue, he came for me.

"Benny, good morning... or should I say great morning! You are amazing. Thank you so much."

"I really wanted to do it!"

"Yes,...yes, I can tell. Do you want me to take care of you?"

"I was thinking that, if I can hold off until later, I might have more cum for you."

"If that's what you want to do, I appreciate your sentiment and will honor your wishes. How about breakfast?"

"Didn't I just have it?"

Marion laughed, "Yes, yes,...but I was thinking something a little more traditional."

"I'd like to make THIS! traditional," which generated another chuckle from Marion.

As we sat at the breakfast table, we talked for the first time about what happened last night. Marion questioning how I felt about what went down. I assured him that I wanted whatever happened to happen and it was the most life-changing things I'd ever experienced.

He added, "So far."

All the thoughts that exploded in my consciousness filled me with anticipation.

"Where are we going today?" I asked.

"Do you want to see millions of dollars then some history?"

"Yeah. Do we get to take any of that money with us?"

"No, it's tightly guarded, but cool to see."

"So where are we going exactly?"

"Well, Benny, I don't know if you know this but Fort Worth has one of the two bureaus of Engraving and Printing facilities. They print over half of the paper money in the US. After that, I thought we'd go to Dealey Plaza and the Texas Book Depository for starters. You said history interested you."

"Hey, that's great. I like learning about things I don't know anything about."

As we got ready to leave, Marion asked, "Are you really wanting to make more cum for me?"

"Yes,.. yes, of course, I am. Why?"

"You remember what I did with my fingers last night?"

"How could I forget!"

"I have this device that will stimulate you all day, so you make a lot of cum. Do you want to try it?"

"Will it hurt?"

"No, it will feel a little strange at first, but you'll get used to it and probably forget it's even there."

"Okay, I'll give it a try."

We went to the bathroom, and he had me pull down my pants and underwear. Opening a drawer, he had several chrome-polished probe-looking things of various sizes. He measured them using the two fingers he had put into my starfish. It looked like a snake that had swallowed a big meal. It was about six inches long, tapered on one end with a two-finger bulge in the middle, and the bottom was much smaller just before the end knob, which sported a blue plastic gem.

"This should be about right." He reached for some lube and asked, "Bend over and spread your cheeks. This will feel different for a bit, but it's just temporary."

I felt the lube's coolness then pressure. It started to hurt, which Marion assured me was normal. However, he said I would stretch out to accommodate it. I was about to ask him to stop when I felt the probe kind of get sucked into place.

"There you go. All set. Walk around."

I pulled my underwear and pants back up and walked around the bathroom. I knew something was inside me, but it didn't hurt. In fact, it kind of made me tingle.

"It feels okay. Different, but okay."

So off we went to see millions of bucks printed, approximately 540 million dollars daily with $38 million in $100 bills.

After returning from the grassy knoll in Dealey Plaza to Marion's car, we had some lunch at Sweet Georgia Brown's BBQ. I had a couple of ribs, some collard greens and a piece of sweet potato pie. Boy I was stuffed.

After driving around to see some other sights, we made it back to Marion's around three. I was a little tired from being up late last night and all the activities today, so I decided to lay down for a short bit. It ended up being ninety minutes. I could feel the probe poking something that caused my cock to leak, maybe it was that prostate thing. It had been doing it most of the afternoon. I felt like a girl, who got her period unexpectedly and wasn't prepared. My cock and groin were slick with precum, I guess.

Marion stuck his head in, saying, "Well, was this too much for you, Benny?"

"No, I guess I was catching up on my missing beauty sleep," I said, with a snicker.

"You're handsome but beauty? Maybe you need another nap!" He replied with a laugh. "Supper's ready."

I roused myself off the bed and stopped at the bathroom to splash some water on my face before heading to the kitchen, where Marion had the dinner spread out. It wasn't anything fancy, but it was delicious.

He got us a couple of beers as we sat in the backyard under that pecan tree and chatted about the day's adventures. About seven-thirty, Marion said, "It's time for our shower, don't you think?"

We got up and headed toward the bathroom, but Marion stopped in the kitchen. "Here, you'll want one of these," and handed me a gummy. I chewed the whole thing this time.
Once Marion had adjusted the water temperature, we stepped into the shower and he began to soap me up. He pressed his chest up against my back. I felt his cock growing between my legs as his hands slid over my hairless chest while playing with my nipples. My cock began to swell.

"I like how smooth you are, Benny." He whispered in my ear.

I enjoyed feeling his hands slipping and sliding over my skin. He soaped and thoroughly washed my cock and balls until my cock sported a raging hard on.

His hands slid over my butt and he said, "We need to take your companion out."

His fingers curled around the blue-jeweled knob and plop it was out. I felt empty for the first time all day. Marion proceeded to wash my butt and the area between my cheeks. I felt him slip a finger or two inside me as he pressed me up against the shower glass. I can only imagine how this would look to someone standing in the bathroom.

He stopped and handed me the soap. I began with his hairy chest and played with his nipples, too. He seemed to like that.

Looking down, his cock was hard, fully erect, all eight inches and so was mine.

Mine look small in comparison, five inches and thin. His eight inches was thick, at least twice my size. As I washed it, I love the feel of it, hefty, meaty and hard.

Remembering last night, I couldn't help myself. I had to taste him. I knelt in front of it with the shower pelting me with drops of encouragement.

Kissing it like it was the girlfriend I'd never had, soon I was sucking him deep into my wanton mouth, wanting to feel him cum for me. His hips began thrusting as his hands pulled my head deeper onto his fleshy pleasure pole until I was pressed against his groin. I'd taken it all.

His head flared and he let out an, "Argggggh" and began to cum for me. I swallowed it like a banshee. Damn, I never knew sucking a hard throbbing cock could feel so euphoric. The gummy must've kicked in.

We exited the shower and dried off. Fuck putting on the robes as we headed to Marion’s bedroom. Like yesterday, I wanted another prostate orgasm.

We threw back the duvet and nearly ripped the sheet drawing it back quickly.

"I want another prostate orgasm. I need one." I requested from Marion.

"Are you sure?"

I'm not one for cussing, but I shouted, "Fuck, yes, I need one of those motherfuckers, now."

Marion said, "Let's do something a little different, but it’ll feel even better than yesterday."

I thought to myself, "How can that be?"

Marion got the lube then smeared some over the entrance to my innards and poked some inside using his finger.

"Benny, get on your knees with your head on the bed."

I assumed the position. I wondered what my mom would say if she saw me on this bed with my ass in the air?

I felt something big sliding up and down my crease spreading that lube around. It stopped and began to press into my entrance.

"It's so big. How many fingers are there?"

"None. It's my cock. I'll go slow. You'll love this, Benny."

I gulped and girded myself for what was to cum.

The pressure, the pressure, then a quick snap. I guess his head was in because it felt a lot like the probe I put in this morning. I thought that was it, but no. I was wrong, so wrong. That's when the stretching began. It was like taking the biggest crap in reverse except it was huge.

Marion would stop, saying, "Just relax. Let this stay here a bit," before pushing in another inch.

By now, I was panting. I sounded like a woman in labor. I was birthing my first ass fucking. I knew from washing Marion's cock that it started out with a tapered head, but once past his flare, it was thicker and a uniform size all the way to its base. He proceeded slowly. I began to get that Thanksgiving full feeling, except I was the turkey getting stuffed.

He stopped. I panted then caught my breath. I relaxed, and his cock filled all the voids as my innards slipped around his extension like a latex glove.

He began to move slowly at first, always checking by saying, "How's this?"

"Okay, so far," I'd reply.

After a couple of minutes going with slow short strokes that inched deeper each time, Marion began taking longer ones, from the tip all the way to the base. OMG, his cock head must've been raking over that damn gland every time because my, now, limp cock began leaking a steady stream of clear, prostate juice.

"I love making a clitty leak like that. Taste it!" He ordered.

I did. It was thin and sweet, much different than cum.

"Why did he call my cock a clitty, I wondered?"

His hands moved to my waist and he began sliding in and out at a faster pace. The leakage oozing from my flaccid cock looked like drool from our Lab, Buster, when I'm holding a piece of bacon, long strings of slick, translucent secretion.

Once Marion began doing those long strokes, he began spouting out short blurbs like "Your cunt's so tight; I love busting a cherry; you're the best ass I've had in a long time; take all my big cock in your cunt; let me fill you up!"

Then the questions came: "How does it feel? -Do you want it deeper? -Is faster better?"

I was moaning as his cock pummeled my cunt? and a feeling began to well up from deep inside me like yesterday, but this was miles above that feeling. Babble began to spew from my lips.

"Fuck me, fuck me good. Oh my god, your cock feels so good inside me. Make me cum for your cock. Deeper, harder, faster. Fuck, I'm so close. Don't stop! Fuck me...fuck me!"

Marion slammed his cock deep inside me. He must've hit my detonator because my legs began to shake; they lost all their strength; my hands gripped two handfuls of sheet; my brain went blank and the room went black.

I screamed, "Aghhhh,...I'm cummmmming!"

My flaccid cock, ere clitty, shot several cum blasts even though it was limp. It was a sensation that I'd never felt. In all my masturbation sessions, nothing could compare to this climax. Nothing! I collapsed.

Marion disengaged from my cunt and roll me over onto my back and began licking up my explosive's discharge. Pushing my legs apart, he leaned toward my face and kissed me shoving his tongue and sharing my cum with me. I instinctively kissed him back as our tongues dance in orgasmic bliss.

He pulled my legs over his shoulders and filled my gapping cunt again. He began sucking on my nipples. Fuck, that was another sensation I'd never experienced. All the while his cock was filling my cunt to its fullest. Grabbing my clitty, ere cock, I forget what it's called, he began stroking it. It got stiff as his cock probed deeper for my detonator again.

Success, he found it and my stiff member erupted with several blast on my belly.

Licking it up again, he shared it with me. I felt his weight on me and wondered if girls feel this way after they've been fucked? After a minute or so, he rolled off.

I was spent for the time being, trying to catch my breath as my brain struggled to interpret what had just happened. All I knew was that they were the most intense sensations my body had ever experienced. This was truly a life-altering event.

We took another shower then spent the rest of the night sucking and fucking - me sucking and Marion fucking. I loved feeling him cum inside me.