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A Bad Boy s Love Ch. 02

My first erotic fiction actually. Thanks for all the comments on this story. It s a good ego-booster. Constructive criticism is fine by me too. I once saw something a Literotica author posted an author s only reward is feedback so if you like the story go ahead and give a holler. Enjoy. )



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Kei was naked his tight ass waving in front of my eyes. I spread those lovely cheeks apart exposing his small puckered hole. Don t tease me Jake. Hayaku! He begged wantonly his voice heavy-laden with lust.



My hand reached below to stroke his erect cock already wet with need while I leaned forward and murmured in his ear. You like that Kei baby? I m going to take you right to nirvana and beyond. I lubed up my own swollen cock as I prepared to plunge into him…and woke up drenched in my own sweat. No wonder that line was so corny.



Fuck!! I ran a hand through my sweat-slicked hair and tried to calm my racing heart absent-mindedly adjusting my very erect cock in my shorts. I was starting to get weary of these dreams no nightmares which never failed to pursue me relentlessly night after night ever since the incident . (Refer to Ch. 01)



I looked down at The Man and scowled. I d thought you d have reacted to some hot chick instead. NOT some hot dude who isn t hot at all in my opinion.



I love girls. I really do. Innocent-looking schoolgirl ones Asian ones biker chicks with D-cup boobs…I love them all. So far I have never reacted to any man for any reason. Sure there were the couple of times in bathrooms where I ve snuck peeks at a guy s dick before just to compare sizes (Note: mine is usually bigger and better) but nothing sexual.



In fact I was pretty much sure I was a hetero since I d never even thought of anything remotely gay like checking out some guy s ass. Huge problem now though. I think I m not so sure of myself anymore.



Classes were boring. I wish I d skipped them. One of my favorite hideouts to escape pesky lecturers is the library. No one but nerds go there and no nerd in his right frame of mind would ever try to awaken me from my slumber. Unless he has a death wish of course.



Planning to skip the following class I headed to the library. Coincidentally Keisuke was there reading quietly at a table with a pile of thick research-looking books. Well well well. If it isn t Mr. Studious. I smiled graciously and pulled up a chair beside him.



He glanced up in surprise then resumed reading his book on Marsupial Life but not before I d managed to catch a tinge of fear behind those dark stormy eyes. Aha. So he does know that I ll be having sweet revenge for what he did to my poor battered ego the other night.



What brings you out here so far from your usual domain O Great One? His neutral voice dripped sarcasm.



I sighed dramatically. Not much. I d caught a whiff of some pretty boy and my nose had insisted I follow the scent so… I shrugged and spread out my arms. Here I am. Your Prince Charming about to save you from the boredom of your Marsupials.



Kei snorted in disgust. Right. If you re Prince Charming then I m Brad Pitt.



I smirked. Can t you take a joke Kei? Sheez. Loosen up dude. Don t get your panties in a knot.



He glared at me and stood up turning to leave. I grabbed his arm before he wandered off too far. Alright alright. No more panty jokes for you. Sit. Chat with me.



Kei resumed his just-vacated chair and looked at me. Chat? I wonder what sort of topics we have in common. For some reason his intense gaze unnerved me. I could take his glares and scowls but this? I shifted uncomfortably in my seat.



The common topics. Like how many siblings do you have what s your favorite color favorite food uhh…favorite subject… I ticked off an absurd list of what I actually wanted to know about him. Besides other secret secrets of course.



Silence hung in the air for awhile. He assessed me at first to see if I was making fun of him and then when he d decided that I wasn t he actually started answering them. No siblings I m an only child. My dad is Japanese and my mom s American. Color. Hmm. Probably shades of blue. I hate sashimi. If you didn t know it s a Japanese delicacy. It s raw seafood like slices of tuna salmon and such. I like fish and chips with tartar sauce. I never get sick of it. I live for art. Painting s a stress-reliever. Your turn.



That was quite interesting. It was a tad strange to feel no animosity at all between us for once but I was in the mood to be even weirder. I raised an eyebrow. So this is like a two-way street? Kay. I m an orphan so I don t have siblings or anyone whom I d consider as one. Favorite sub? Math because there is only one answer for everything. I like the color black as it suits my jaded personality and Italian pasta. God. Thinking of spaghetti carbonara now is making me drool. I rolled my eyes up to the heavens mockingly.



That was when I saw it. It started with a small smile then a chuckle and it blossomed into a full-blown laugh complete with a show of white teeth. It was at that moment when I knew that I d fallen in love. His head thrown back the corded muscles visible at his neck made him look so so sexy not to mention that deep throaty laugh. I d never seen him laugh that way before with his little buddies.



Shhh! Quiet please. This is the library young man. The plump librarian lady hushed us up.



We looked at each other and snickered. Whoops. My bad. Looks like I m bad influence eh? I grinned at Kei s amused expression.



Seems that way. His smile faded for a moment and he turned pensive. So you re an orphan? Sorry to hear that. Must have been tough growing up. He shot me a sympathetic glance.



Pity. That was one of the things I loathed most in the world and I hate to be looked upon like some sad pathetic case especially by someone who knows nothing about me.



I shrugged. It s all in the past. Growing up on the streets isn t as bad as what other people make it out to be. What you have to do is make a name for yourself. For me I was pretty good at street fights so whenever some guy needed help he d sort of hire me. That s how I get paid.



I d lied. A little. It still affected me sometimes knowing that I was an unwanted child. Looking at families chatting animatedly and laughing together makes my heart ache still. It s the feeling of being so completely alone that there is no one who d care even if you were killed that turned me into the cynic that I am today.



Kei looked at me for awhile. There are those who say that eyes are like windows to the soul. I hoped that the person who created that quote was a big fat liar. Scratching his chin thoughtfully he said I see.



That was all he said after I d laid bare my painful past to him. Just as I was about to put an end to the discussion and probably his snotty little high-life he looked away and asked You remember that day when we met in the locker room?



Yeah. What about it? I answered in a clipped tone feeling not too generous right now.



He looked down at the table. I was on the phone with my dad. I hate him which explains why I got so mad when you made fun of me then.



I wasn t too sure of what to feel with this strange turn of events. Here he was baring his secret to me and I was just sitting there dumbfounded like a dork. I managed an apology even though I only half-meant it. Sorry. It s just that I could tell that you…well. You re not being yourself to put it in polite terms. It s probably not obvious except to me so I suppose you don t have to worry.



He looked so cute sitting there fidgeting and shooting nervous looks at me to gauge my reaction. By now I d come to terms with my gay-ish thoughts of him.



Kei swallowed. This is my first time actually talking to someone about this. Honestly I d never thought it d be you. You re right though. Otou-san wa…I mean my dad has high expectations of me. I have to keep my grades up and report my progress in clubs as well to him. He shows me off like some piece of chattel to his friends at parties and keeps telling me that I have to uphold the family name since I ll be taking over the family business in the future.



I whistled. Whoa. Sounds tough. No wonder you opted to live out here.



Scoffing he retorted Tough? It was a hell-hole that s what it was. It s like you don t have a say in anything and you re his personal slave.



Well. What a way to put it. Can I have you as my slave? I batted my eyelashes at him flirtatiously.



In your dreams. He playfully smacked my head not knowing he already was a sex slave in my dreams. Just then the bell rang and we said our goodbyes. Things had changed for the better and we d made plans for dinner. I think it had slipped his mind that he still had a debt to pay and I wanted it cleared by tonight.



By six our classes had ended and we headed out to Italiano RestaurantГ©. It was a sight to behold for some of our acquaintances to see the sun and the moon chatting together like old buddies. I picked a secluded corner of the restaurant and was pleased to note that the table cloths as expected draped all the way down to the floor. I chose to sit next to him on the booth.



As Kei flipped through the menu I slid my hand under the white table cloth and right on top of his crotch. He jumped in shock and looked at me with disbelief and betrayal. Why don t you order Kei? Let s not keep this nice waitress waiting shall we? Spaghetti Alio Olio with Portobello and a glass of orange juice for me please. I flashed her a smile and proceeded to unzip his fly massaging his growing erection over his boxers.



His face turned pale as he tried to focus on the menu finally choking out a Bolognaise for me and water. He didn t dare push my hand away not whilst the waitress was here without making it too obvious as to what we were doing.



When she left Kei hissed at me in anger. What the HELL are you doing Jake? Take your fucking hand out right NOW before I– He gasped when my hand delved inside pulling out his cock from within his boxers.



I smiled as I stroked his cock with slow steady strokes rubbing the sensitive tip with my thumb. Try not to make too much noise Kei baby. You don t want to be caught with your cock sticking out like that do you? I liked the look of fear in his eyes. He was so turned on in anticipation of what I was going to do to him yet afraid of the consequences. I wonder if that made me a sadist.



Relax. I won t hurt you. It s just to call it even you know. You know that you deserve this for how you treated me then don t you?



Kei squeezed his eyes shut and gritted his teeth a visible muscle ticking at his jaw. Feeling aroused much? See how wet you are? Maybe you ve an exhibitionist streak in you after all. I drawled enjoying the expressions of want and desire on his face.



Just when I launched into a full-blown hand job making him sputter and gasp and even occasionally moan the waitress arrived with our meals and drinks. He bit his lip hard when I didn t stop my hand movements clenching his hands into fists at the table and struggling to steady his hips.



The waitress took one look at his perspiring pain-twisted expression and assumed it for something else. Sir? Are you feeling alright? Do you feel ill anywhere? She must have been the most dense homosapien alive.



With her attention fully focused on Kei he started to panic. Yeah. Yeah I m alright. I ju…just need to rest for awhile. That s all. Thanks.



I smiled at her. Thanks for worrying about my good friend here. I continued to stroke his cock building a faster rhythm.



Her name was Alice on her name tag. You re welcome sir. Please enjoy your meals. She smiled and left. Another wicked thought entered my mind.



I glanced at Kei. The moment the waitress disappeared from our sight his hips moved of its own accord sliding his cock in and out of my closed hand as he stifled his groans with the back of his hand. St…stop. Please Jake. Yameru yo. Tanomu zo.



You know I don t understand much of the Japanese that you re spouting. So I won t even pretend to. Since you ve obeyed my wishes so far I ll give you a nice reward. I took my hand off his straining erection and I heard a small sound of protest. He looked disappointed and relieved. Eyes glazed over with lust tousled dark hair and slightly parted lips he was the epitome of an exotic-looking sex siren and he was beyond what Pamela Anderson could ever be.



Simply irresistible. I leaned over gave him a peck on the lips surveyed my surroundings quickly and disappeared beneath the silky table cloth. Before Kei could even digest the fact that I d kissed him I was already enjoying the view and taste of him.



It was quite a juicy-looking cock about seven inches long and slightly curved. It twitched in response when I traced a finger down its length teasingly.



By now I d noticed that all of Kei s protests had died down to heavy breathing as he felt me smear his precum all over the rounded tip of his cock though I doubted that he d thank me for this when he was back to his normal self.



I bent my head over his cock and ran my tongue around the rim of his knob eliciting a low groan from him. Encouraged I dragged my tongue over the entire underside of his erection leaving a wet trail of saliva behind. I wrapped my lips around his throbbing cock and worked my way down feeling him shudder as my lips closed around the base of his shaft.



Almost desperately Kei thrust his cock repeatedly into my warm mouth using short quick movements of his hips. I started bobbing my head up and down his erection coating it with my saliva. If anyone at all had been looking his way they d know what was going on underneath those white sheets because he was starting to make muffled noises and obvious shifts in his seat. Too bad that noises from the other tables drowned out his and people were too busy minding their own businesses than to mind ours.



It was pretty tough not to gag sometimes when Keisuke s cock plunged right to the back of my throat but sucking cock came very naturally to me from the experience of so many girls going down on me. I knew what felt good for me at least and used that to my advantage. I continued my assault on him loving the sounds of whimpers and muffled moans which escaped him.



There was no way I was going to make it out of the restaurant alive if I didn t take care of little ole me down there as well. I stroked myself to the same rhythm of my lips on him and then I felt him tense and mutter some Japanese words again which sounded something like Mou…dame! Iku zo! Mou…iku!!



I couldn t describe the feeling of exhilaration when Kei came in my mouth. I think I came at the same time just by imagining how hot he looked at our table. I cleaned myself off with a paper napkin and sucked the remaining juices off of his cock. It wasn t an addictive taste since it was slightly bitter. It s probably an acquired taste and I was startled to find myself liking that and many other things about him.



Lifting an edge of the table cloth I made a quick check around me and resumed my place beside him. So Kei baby. Was that hot or was that hot? I smirked victoriously at him. He looked worn-out and sated with heavy-lidded eyes.



I am so exhausted mentally emotionally and physically. I ll hit you tomorrow that s for certain. He looked down at his spaghetti. And my food s cold. He shot me an accusing look.



We can switch if you like. I offered him spaghetti which was just as cold as his was. We finished our meal in silence.



It was dark by the time we d reached our room. As I prepared for sleep I glanced over to his bed where he was already tucked in his shirtless back facing me. No doubt he was still pissed at me.



Hey. Kei.



No you re not forgiven even if you beg. Okay. I deserved that.



I think I m falling for you.



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Japanese terms:



Hayaku! : Faster! or Hurry up!

Otou-san wa… : My father is…

Yameru yo. Tanomu zo. : Please stop. I m begging you.

Mou…dame! Iku zo! Mou…iku!! : Enough…stop! I m cumming! I can t…I m cumming!!

Two young boys are giving a first time gay sex lesson to their twink friend

Governored

The limo was where I expected it to be in the VIP parking lot of the airport serving the capital city of the forgettable southern state located between somewhere and somewhere else—for those of us from the West Coast most of these states down in this region are forgettable.



The Limo wasn t parked up at the well-lit side near the terminal but back toward the end of the lot and close up to some bushes on the side away from the terminal. No one was near the vehicle but the doors were unlocked. After looking around to be pretty sure I wasn t seen I quietly opened a rear door almost pushed into the bushes and slipped into the back seat. There was a pile of luggage on the floor near the center and I crawled over that and pulled a blanket over my head. This would have all been easier to accomplish—and not so warm and stuffy—if I hadn t been wearing a three-piece suit. These were the instructions though. Blend in. Do what you have to do and not be caught at it.



Some minutes later I heard the driver s door open and we were off. So far so good.



After an eternity of bone-rattling rapid speed probably on an expressway from the sound of vehicles passing and being passed and then slowing down to the stop-and-go movement of an urban area the limo stopped. The driver exited the vehicle. Several long minutes of silence. Then I heard the rear door on the other side of the limo from where I was hidden open and the vehicle settle as at least one person got in the back seat. There was considerable noise coming from beyond the confines of the limo while the door was open. The sound of a crowd—boisterous. It sounded happy. I burrowed farther under the blanket. This was no time to be seen.



Fuckin opera a deep gruff voice said as the door slammed shut and the sound of the crowd deadened. Some year we re gonna have enough in the coffers sos I don t have to attend these fuckin operas and perform for the Devonshire set. Right Steve?



Yes sir right. Another softer a little higher-pitched more refined voice.



I heard the driver s door open more crowd noise the seat I was wedged against puff back a bit a breeze of air and then the door shut and with a honk we were pulling away from a curb again.



You bring the latest budget proposal folder? The commanding voice.



Yes sir right here sir. The subservient voice.



And the plans for the new nuclear plant they want to put downstate. I promised I d look at those before Monday too. Fuckin power company. They said they were lookin at another state when they endorsed me. Now I m stuck with their fuckin fallout.



Right sir. They re right here. The plans I have them here in my briefcase.



Because you know we have to go straight to the airport from here. God I hate these unexpected trips to Washington. I d planned to have some foolin around time this weekend. Did cha cancel the hotel rooms at the Omni?



Yes Sir. And made reservations at the Mayflower in D.C. just as you asked. Two adjoining rooms.



I groaned to myself. This was supposed to be all over right here in this town. Well I d just have to adjust.



Fuckin opera.



A foot had come around the stack of suitcases and was nudging me in the thigh.



OK son you can come up now.



He was still talking as I came up from under the blanket and turned and with the dominant voice pulling me and turning me I plopped down on the limo back seat between two suits one on a bulky middle-aged man of noticeable height and one on a younger Harvard Law School grad type. Tanned. Well groomed. Quite good-looking.



There was no question who was in charge. The larger guy was already pawing at me. Prodding and feeling like I was the Pillsbury Dough Boy.



Well lookie what we have here. A real stud. Does his picture justice. Yes Siree a real hunk.



It was pretty dark in the car we were already moving out of the well-lit city center and onto an expressway. Back to the airport if I d heard right.



But I knew who he was. Client 11 was all that Leon had said when he gave me the assignment back in L.A. But he d said it in the hushed tones he reserved for the regular big spenders whose files were kept separate more private than the others.



I d seen him on TV. He d had his hat in the ring for the presidency in early primaries last year but had been weeded out as too folksy too reactionary conservative and from a state no one could remember and didn t particularly care about. He was the governor of that state though so he wasn t necessarily a nobody. And if he could afford what he was paying for me he most certainly wasn t a nobody.



Excuse me? What was that? I d heard him say something give some sort of command but I d been dreaming catching up on the situation. I liked to try to keep up.



I said whip it out son. Let s see your dick. Umm yes very nice. A good buy. Now suck on this.



My face was in his lap for most of the rest of the trip to the airport. His cock had seemed sort of shriveled—but quite thick—when I first closed my lips over it but it wasn t any time at all before it was a real gagger. And he was all business not only was he able to maintain a running conversation with his hunky go for assistant on schedules and the state of legislative bills but he was also able to get his hips moving and he jacked off in pretty quick order. When I felt him about ready to come I moved to pull my mouth off him but he just took my head in his strong beefy hands and held me down in his tool until he d spouted and I d swallowed it all and cleaned his cock for him with my tongue. Winner take all style. Sucking—and certainly ingesting—wasn t my favorite sex act. But when the client pays what the client pays for my services the client gets what the client wants.



After ejaculating the governor took time out from his busy schedule to stroke on my cock and to hold my head back against the seat with a fist in my hair and do some lip exploration of my neck and cheeks and mouth—and tongue and tonsils.



As we were pulling into the airport he left off and rapid-fired instructions at me.



Back under the blanket stud. After leaving Steve and me off at the jet ramp the limo will pull around to the baggage stairs. You can go up there while helping the driver to load up the luggage into the plane. There s a seat back in that compartment where you can sit for takeoff. When I let you know it s time to come into the passenger compartment be stripped down to your socks.



And of course it went as the governor instructed. The limo driver wouldn t make eye contact with me while we were loading the plane and he would jerk back whenever our hands made contact in moving the suitcases. It was like he wanted to be able to deny I ever was there like he was already contemplating his congressional testimony. A good move on his part actually I thought. It didn t bother me much. I d often gotten that from the hired help. On the other hand I often liked the hired help better than the client and I often wound up giving it to them for free. Sometimes I even did it in the spirit of rubbing it in the client s face—without him or her knowing it of course—that they had to pay big bucks and their cook or bodyguard got it for free. If they were arousing enough.



The driver was old and bald and pretty dumpy though so no regrets that I was invisible to him. Now Steve the Harvard grad flunky on the other hand . . .



When I was summoned after we were airborne and presumably flying northeast I was ready. And upon entering the passenger compartment from the baggage area I did a pose in the doorway. The usual pose for the client early on to give them a thrill. The governor only grunted and raised his bushy eyebrows a bit but I could see that he was impressed and happy because the front of his briefs tented right up. That s all he was wearing now his briefs. And in his current state of near nakedness he gave a first impression of being a big Russian bear. The man towered to well over six and a half feet and he had the bulk to match that. It probably helped him a lot in dominating his political opponents. It wouldn t take a genius to know what his likely sexual preferences were. He was a little on the hefty side just slightly paunchy but also heavily muscled. And black curly hair all over him.



Nice bod he said. And damn well it should be. You can tell your pimping managers that the last price hike has almost ejected their sticky fingers from my pocketbook. So you can start earning your pay right now. See that conference table up front?



I did. Not a very wide table because of the narrow fuselage of this private Jetstream but maybe four feet wide and seven feet long running down the center aisle from which regular airplane seats had been taken out. There were a couple of pull-up chairs with upholstery matching the plane seats on either side of the table. The governor was up there pulling them to the sides.



Steve meanwhile was sitting closer to me in a section of facing seats on my right. Still fully dressed in a smart dark business suit he was making like he was deeply involved in a stack of papers on his lap and he had a laptop open on the pull-down tray of the seat next to him by the window. But I could see that he was copping shots at me. He was blushing. I couldn t gauge whether he was interested or embarrassed by it all—but having seen it all several times before. All part of the job.



Well this is all part of my job too buddy was what I was thinking. But I was also think he looked interesting. A redhead more auburn than carrot though and very well put together—at least in a business suit. Slim hips wide shoulders good depth to his chest. Maybe we d just have to see about Steve. This governor was one client I wouldn t mind doing an upside-down social payment screwing job on. Much too self-centered and pleased with himself. He wasn t even from my party.



We re gonna use this table for a massage the governor was saying. There are towels and oil over here. Set the table up and then I want a massage. It s been a rough day topped by a fuckin opera. I want everything sucked after my muscles are unstressed. Fingers toes dick the whole enchilada. Chop chop. Earn your pay.



I pride myself on my full body massage and I had the governor as loose and as close to cooing as he would ever get short of an electoral college win. He particularly liked the finger and toe sucking. He d had the cock sucking before but I was more inventive this time and he had to grab my head by the hair and pull me off of him to keep from shooting off. This told me I was going to be topped and probably sooner than later.



A little later it turned out because he wanted to be fucked. I turned him on his stomach and licked into the cavernous gorge between his mountainous hairy buns and tongued him around the rim and into the hole until he was writhing under me. Then at his command I started to go up on the table and then remembered and looked around in the nearby plane seats.



Ummm. Where? Where are the . . .?



For what I m paying we don need no rubbers the governor muttered. They guarantee clean and I expect skin. Get up here. Fuck me.



And so I did. I climbed up on the table and straddled his hips and ran my engorging cock up and down inside his crack and across his hole again and again while he started melting and begging for it and I was getting hard enough to give him a proper fuck.



On the last downward pull of the cock I pressed it down as I started up again and the dickhead just plopped into the hole and I glided inside. He was loose and warm inside. He brought his rear up to my pelvis a bit off the table as dogs do when they present themselves and I had him grunting and groaning nicely in a long stroke session of deep slides and some rotating work.



Not being sure what he wanted me to do when I shot off I pulled out of him and ejaculated up the small of his back into a thatch of dark curly hair. He didn t object so I must have guessed right.



Right after that though he bounded right off the table and grabbed me and practically threw me into one of the facing seats across the aisle from where Steve was sitting and studiously pretending he wasn t seeing or hearing anything.



Scoot your butt down. Legs over chair arms. Now.



He was pouring oil on his engorged thick cock while he was saying this and I thought I d get at least some of the oil in my channel before he fucked me. But I was wrong.



He was crouched between my legs. The briefs had come off a long time ago. And he was squeezing and lifting my butt cheeks off of the chair seat pulling me up toward his pelvis. When he had the bulb of his dickhead rubbing at my entrance he just reared his hips back and thrust himself inside me and pumped me like an animal in full rut.



He had marvelous staying power and vigor for a man his age. And a thicker cock than most of my clients the strength and working of his cock inside me all the more focusing because I hadn t been opened up well before he was porking me and because I didn t often get the sensation of skin sliding back and forth inside me between my ass walls and his steely shaft. He wasn t cut. I enjoyed being fucked by uncut cocks. And as brutal and direct as the governor s fucking was I quite enjoyed it.



I wondered idly if Steve was enjoying it to. Not just being a limited voyeur to what the governor was doing to me since I saw no evidence that Steve was watching with any sort of attention or stroking himself while we were doing it but also turned on by the assault. I also sort of wondered if the governor fucked Steve too.



There was no wondering what he was going to do when he finally after a good half hour of vigorous pumping shot his load in one explosive victory celebration. He had brought his cock out to the rim of my hole for the event ejaculated into my entrance and then returned to pumping me for several more minutes. This wind-down session was actually the most pleasurable for me because there was extra lubricant inside me now.



I was summarily banished to the baggage compartment for the descent into Washington D.C. s Ronald Reagan airport just across the Potomac from the federal city.



We had two adjoining rooms at the Mayflower Hotel across town from the airport. I was booked in Steve s room under a name I barely had a chance to see on the register sheet in passing. The governor of course was alone in his room.



But not really alone for long. Once we were settled and I d taken a shower in Steve s bathroom the governor made clear I was going to be in his bed—and that he was going to get as much of his money s worth out of me as he could. When I entered the room I couldn t see him. He came in behind me and twisted my arms behind my back and propelled me toward the bed. He bent me over forward when we got there and pushed my chest down on the bedspread. He immediately started probing my canal with the fingers of his other hand which thankfully were lubricated. They were digging deep inside me and I was moving my hips for him and moaning and groaning just as I knew rough dominators liked. I was groaning for real though as he started working his cock in between the fingers without extracting them. And then he was plowing and riding me hard. That loose foreskin of his cock moving back and forth between the rock hardness of his tool and my sensitive ass walls.



An amazing man. Who could have thought that he could jack off four times that night while he rode me hard and into the wee hours of the morning? But I was used to this clients usually did do everything they could to stretch out every dollar they were paying for my services.



At dawn he threw me out of his room and I took another shower in Steve s bathroom and curled up on a loveseat by the television set. Steve was sleeping blissfully on one of the double beds in the room snoring slightly. He was sleeping in the nude and had thrown the sheets off. The cut of him in his suit didn t lie. He was in very nice shape and had a very presentable cock and two nice pouty balls. If my ass hadn t been worn out by the governor I would have put a move on Steve. But maybe I d get a chance later.



Later came sooner. I felt a cramp from all the work underneath the governor and uncoiled myself from an uncomfortable position on the love seat and walked over to the open door between the two rooms. I had been thinking of what the governor had said the last time he was fucking me from behind on the bed me on my knees and presenting to him with raised butt his slight bulge of a paunch rubbing up and down the small of my back and his hairy chest slapping against my shoulder blades and me hanging onto the headboard for dear life while he dug fingernails into my nipples and took me in long thrusts. He d said he liked me so much we d do some special fucking tomorrow night. I wondered what that meant and I didn t like surprises. So I d been drawn to the door with half a notion of going through his luggage to see what kind of toys he might have. He d do what he wanted of course but I liked to be prepared for the most taxing to come. I stood in the doorway leaning against the frame and taking in the room. Where to start looking first?



He won t be back until after noon.



I turned. The Harvard grad was awake. He was sitting up knees drawn to chin watching me. He hadn t covered himself and he was looking mighty fine. All reddish sheen and sculpted muscle. A half smile promising more if I worked it right. A lock of curly hair tumbling down toward one hazel-green eye.



He had some meeting this morning. He wouldn t tell me what it was. Rather strange. He doesn t keep much secret from me . . . naturally. The smile was broader now a little wry. A very nice smile. That s why we had to come to Washington unexpectedly today. But he did tell me that the meeting would take all morning. Said he wouldn t need me until after lunch.



Ah a great opening then. Than what could we possibly do while we wait? I asked giving him my best sheepish smile.



A slight pause.



We could order room service for starters.



Why isn t there enough service available in the room already? I moved into my best I m available lounging pose against the frame of the door and opened my smile up more for him.



His tone turned to regret. Nice idea but way out of my league. I make the governor s arrangements. I know what you cost. There s no way I could afford you.



You haven t asked what I d charge I responded quietly. Giving him my I m serious look.



Uhh.



Two condoms. Two used condoms. For you that s all I d charge.



He moved gracefully to me although I could see he was trembling with surprise and anticipation. And he moaned deeply as I knelt before him in the doorway and made love to his very nice cock.



He was on his back on the bed me astride his hips and rising and falling on his throbbing tool him gurgling softly undulating languidly and holding my hips in his hands for the first half of the payment. We took our time in the second half making love properly using all of our bodies and all of our tactile sensations. He lay full length behind me both of us on our sides and he explored my body with one hand as I turned my head to him in a long lingering exploring kiss and raised my leg to give his cock deeper access to my channel. I gave him the full treatment wanting it as much as he did after a night of mostly being just a hole for the governor to work to his private singular power trip.



The irony. The governor paying big bucks so that his harried assistant could get the better-quality fuck.



I was so pleased that I demanded a third used condom as my tip. I d sent him to the showers and then surprised him by joining him there turning him toward and facing me my back against the slick tiled wall. Then I hiked my legs up on his hips and took his lips in mine and groaned and moaned from him as he moved my back up and down on the tiles under the flowing water from the showerhead with the thrusts of his cock inside me.

He was dressing and I was drying off with a towel when we both heard the heavy knock at the door to the governor s room. The do not disturb signs were out so it shouldn t be maid service.



Steve turned to me put a finger to his lips and motioned for me to get out of view of the connecting doors. I gathered up parts of my suit and my socks and shoes and moved over to the door to the corridor and hurriedly dressed as Steve turned and went to the other door.



I didn t hear it all but I did hear the part about IRS agents and Checking irregularities and The governor down at our office and We understand you keep his accounts Mr. Horton and Please finish getting dressed and come with us.



I didn t want to hear any more though and knew I was just the spanner in the works that neither Steve nor the governor needed around here at the moment. I quietly opened the door to the corridor checked to see if the coast was clear which it was and closed the door again as silently as I could before moving as quickly and quietly as I could away from the door to the governor s room and toward the bank of the Mayflower elevators.



I wasn t worried about myself I always came prepared for the eventuality of needing a quick getaway and had plenty of resources to get back to L.A. And I certainly didn t give too figs for whatever trouble the governor had landed in. I was worried a bit about Steve though. Steve had been very nice.



And I worried about the ire of Leon my pimp. I sure hoped the services to the governor had been prepaid—and in untraceable money.

Two hot Euro boyfriends having some oral and anal fun before swapping a big load of hot semen

A Winter s Night

My wife had gone off to visit an old girlfriend from high school for the weekend so I was home alone. A Nor easter had blown in by surprise so she d decided to say through till Sunday Monday if the roads were bad. I d spent the day watching some football and occasionally looking out the window as inch after inch of snow surrounded our neighborhood with an ever increasing blanket of snow.



As night fell there was a knock on the door that startled me. Who could be out on a night like this? What reason?



Wearing only sweats I grabbed a tee and pulled it on as I walked down the stairs into the front entry hall to open the door my mind quickly wondering if my wife was OK.



Flipping on the front porch light I saw an older man maybe 64-65 suit and tie no overcoat with a gash over his left eye. As I ripped open the door he asked if he could use my phone to call the police. Seems he d been on his way home from work at the local hospital when someone side swiped his car pushing him off the road and into a tree half a block down the street. His cell phone was not working and he d seen lights on in my house.



The police asked if he was OK took down his information and informed him that in this weather and since he was not hurt badly that they would have someone stop by his house the next day to fill out a police report.



Off the phone snow dripping off his soaked suit onto my hardwood floors blood sliding down his cheek from the gash over his eyes he introduced himself as Bill. He asked if he could make another call but I suggested we clean up his eye and get him into some dry clothes first. He kindly but sternly refused stating he needed to let his wife know that he was OK and safe first.



He dialed the number and I was not paying much attention to the conversation when I heard him say Hold on and let me ask. His hand over the receiver he coughed to get my attention and said My wife is afraid to come out in this weather and wants to know if there any chance that I could stay here for the night? I ll never get a taxi in this weather.



Not exactly a request one could refuse. The police were busy with more pressing issues I d already told my own wife to stay put at her friend s home and there were already 12 inches of snow on the ground. Sure my wife is out of town any way so let your wife know you have a roof over your head for the night.



The call ended I suggested that I take a look at his eye and that he should maybe take a hot shower while I got him something dry to wear. I walked him up to our second floor bathroom turned on the lights and had a look at his eye. The cut was not deep and other than some skin abrasions and a slight bump it looked as if he would be fine. I got out some towels told him to make himself at home and then asked if he wanted something to knock the chill off.



Got any Scotch? Bill asked a hopeful tone to his voice.



I could not help but chuckle. Sure let me find you something to put on and I ll bring back some Scotch as well.



I m 5 8 and Bill looked to be at least 6 2 maybe a bit taller and had to outweigh me by at least 40 pounds. Obviously the only thing I had that would fit him was one of my robes. I went down to the bar off the kitchen poured a nice three fingers of Scotch into a tumbler with a few cubes went up to the master bedroom retrieved a robe and returned to the bathroom thinking Bill would still be in the shower.



As I opened the door I saw him standing back to me combing his hair in front of the mirror a towel tossed over his shoulder. Before I could say anything he smiled at me via the mirror and said Great shower is that Scotch I see? As he turned around for the Scotch it was impossible to miss what had to be at least an eight inch flaccid cock.



Again as I stood there somewhat dumbstruck he reached out took the Scotch turned back around to finish combing his hair and said Thanks for the Scotch meet you down stairs. It was not a question but a statement even a demand.



Sure Bill I ll be down in the den watching the game. Perplexed I left the room and retreated to the den stopping in the bar off the kitchen to pour myself a drink. I could not believe how hung he was.



A few minutes later Bill came in plopped himself down on the leather couch across from the one I was on and said Nice house how long have you lived here.



I answered the question and the two of us chatted for awhile and watched the game. At the end of the quarter Bill asked if he could have some more Scotch and started to get up. I told him to relax that I d get it. He asked You sure you don t mind waiting on me?



I stood up and went over to get his glass and could not help but notice his robe was opened just enough for me to catch another glimpse of his cock could not help but notice it had a bit more stature to it. Must be the warmth from the gas fire place and the Scotch I thought. Having taken his glass I must have hesitated for a moment as I heard him say You going to get me that Scotch?



Oh sure be right back with it can I get you anything else?



No the Scotch is fine and maybe you should get yourself another drink as well I hate drinking alone.



When I returned with our drinks Bill was lounged back into the sofa his arms stretched up over the back his legs parted the robe partially open his thick flaccid cock dangling between his legs supported by two pear sized and shaped balls. All I could do was stare at it as he smiled and then spoke. You like what you see or just amazed at the size?



Blushing realizing I d been caught staring at this almost strangers cock and balls I stammered Both. I wanted to turn away but my feet seemed frozen in place. It s the biggest cock I ve ever seen.



Good he said as his smile broadened. Why don t you bring me that Scotch and have a closer look at it.



Again I was gazing at his cock which had noticeably swollen and I could not resist his subtle command. As I moved to obey his words I suddenly noticed he d pushed the coffee table out of the way while I d been off to get his Scotch.



As I handed him the Scotch he took my drink as well and tossed a throw pillow on the floor between his now fully spread legs and said I think you will find kneeling on this far more comfortable than your hardwood floor.



A part of me wanted to refuse but the other part of me seemed to be winning as I unconsciously began to lick my now dry lips. A voice inside my head kept screaming over and over again Oh My God he s got a big dick! It was as if the shear size of it was overriding my senses washing away all resistance to his commands.



I stared at his cock looked into his eyes as he smiled and said Come on boy you know you want to touch it now kneel.



His words pushed aside my few remaining doubts. My hands trembling I steadied myself on his naked knees and knelt before him. Yes Sir. Where did that come from? Why did I instinctively call him Sir?



Good Boy.



Kneeling before him his cock staring back at me I could not help but be mesmerized by its size and girth the mushroom shaped cock head straining to leap out of its uncircumcised skin. Again my tongue darting across my partially parted lips as a soft husky whispering voice from deep inside me began almost chanting Oh my God oh my God it is so fucking big oh my God.



Here I was in my own home kneeling before a man I scarcely knew but one thing was certain. I could not resist his advances was not even sure I wanted to any more. All I could do was stare at his hardening cock knowing that soon I would be his cock sucking boy.



You want to suck that dick boy. It was not really a question but a simple statement of fact.



Yes Sir.



Yes Daddy boy! Don t make that same mistake again. You will refer to be as Daddy Master or Master Daddy but not sir.



Yes Daddy.



Good boy now tell me what you want boy. You want to suck some of this BIG DADDY DICK?



Did I? I stared at his cock then looked up into his eyes. Yes Daddy I need to suck Big Daddy Dick. Please Daddy. My words my voice shocked me but on a visceral level it was true. At that moment more than anything else I wanted to suck his cock wanted to suck his very impressive and commanding dick. Yes Daddy Master I want to suck your Big Daddy Dick.



Almost involuntarily my hands began to rub and massage his thighs slowly moving upward closer to their target as I gazed into his eyes watched him smile as my tongue continued to dart across my lips as if they had already tasted the massive cock that was now demanding my undivided attention. He leaned forward placed his hands on my head and kissed me deeply his tongue forcing itself past my lips as I felt myself further surrendering to his desires. After a minute of this assault he leaned back his left hand extending a finger too and caressing my lips. I could not help but begin suckling on it.



He withdrew his finger took a swallow of his Scotch and then gazed down at me. Settle down boy and take a sip of your drink. We have plenty of time I may even stay and extra day if this snow keeps up. I took a sip of my drink watched as he placed my drink on the side table and returned his gaze to me.



The intensity of his gaze too much I looked down again my eyes locking on his cock as it began growing harder watched as my hands began working his thighs right where they became one with his testicles two succulent shaved balls that seemed to almost glisten.

After drinking too much rum these gay boys want to make each other cum!

Good Neighbor Ch. 04

Revised version copyright 2006 by the author.



PART SEVEN: EXITS AND ENTRANCES



Looking back I only have myself to blame for how things turned out. I knew in my heart that those few days with Marsh were all I was going to get but I couldn t help hoping for more. He was so open so uninhibited in his passion so willing to share his life and his son with me how could it all end so soon?



But it did of course. If only it hadn t ended so badly.



Friday we were on Marsh s living room couch as the late evening light slowly faded. I was seated Marsh s head in my lap. We had stuck to our no-sex rule while Jonah was around all week. The other days it had been hard but tonight abstaining was easy. Gloom hung over us both as heavy as the still air of the house.



Marsh making an effort broke the silence. Thanks for reading him his story.



I nodded. For our final night together I had been accorded the honor of helping put the little boy to bed.



We fell silent again then I said When is Audrey getting in tomorrow?



Her plane comes in about three. I ll drive out there with Jonah to get her I guess.



Marsh what are you going to say to her?



He looked away as if trying to evade my question. About what?



My jaw locked in anger though I tried to control it. I knew I should have seen this coming. Many times I had sat at the bar and listened to a like tale of woe coming from one of my friends smugly thinking I d never let myself get into a situation like that. But I had with hardly a struggle.



Marsh must have sensed what lay behind my silence. He lifted himself off my lap and swung his body around until he was sitting apart from me looking downward. Look what do you want me to say?



So your wife comes back and I m supposed to be just your good neighbor again is that it Marsh? I sounded like a bad soap opera. I hated myself but couldn t stop.



Marsh spread his hands in appeal. Rob I have a family a job a house a mortgage. It s not that simple. I can t just throw it all away.



Jesus I am such an idiot I said my voice rising. A fucking idiot.



Shh! You ll wake Jonah. Please Rob. The look on his face succeeded in diffusing my anger for the moment.



You never were going to tell her were you? I asked dully after another minute.



Marsh shook his head slowly looking down again.



I should have known.



He raised his head and met my gaze his expression willing me to understand. Rob I ve never met anyone like you. This week–has been fantastic. You ve got to believe me I thought about it leaving Audrey I mean. But–



His voice dropped and trembled slightly. I m a coward. I couldn t help thinking about Jonah. Audrey she d survive even if she hated me for the rest of her life. But what about him?



The damndest thing was I understood. I d held that little boy in my lap played with him at the pool helped him eat his Jello cubes read him a story. If I were Jonah s father could I face the prospect of seeing him rarely or maybe not at all? Of wondering how his mother would turn him against me?



I felt like crying but tears wouldn t come. Instead I just sat there depression filling my chest like a lump of lead.



Shit I said. How intelligent how eloquent.



Marsh gripped my shoulder the words flowing rapidly out of him. Maybe there s a way we could keep seeing each other I don t know exactly how. Maybe at the office or something.



I shook my head repelled at the thought. I don t think so. Another beat then I stood. Well it was nice while it lasted. Bye Marsh. Funny Stan had said almost the same thing to me ages ago it seemed.



I started to head for the door. Rob Marsh said. I turned. He was sitting there as handsome as ever. For the first time his physical beauty didn t take my breath away.



You–you re not going to say anything to Audrey are you?



If he had said anything kind or remorseful I might have started to cry. As it was I snorted with contempt. Fuck off I said and walked out the door.



I didn t think Marsh was going to come running after me this time and sure enough he didn t. I sat in the kitchen of my silent and empty house and downed two or three Scotches from a bottle that I hadn t opened until now. I finally went to bed and woke with a pounding headache.



I d broken up with lovers before. I hadn t ever broken up with one who happened to be my next-door neighbor though. Nor had I ever terminated a relationship with someone who had a kid who liked me. So I wasn t ready for some painful little incidents in the next couple of weeks after Marsh s wife came home.



I got a phone call from Audrey a few days later asking me out to dinner with the family. She wanted to follow through on the invitation she had extended before she left. There was no way to refuse without seeming rude and obviously Marsh couldn t nix the plan without arousing her curiosity. So the four of us Marsh Audrey Jonah and me went out to a convivial noisy hamburger joint downtown the next week. Only Jonah seemed unaffectedly glad to see me. Marsh hardly spoke a word or looked me in the eye the entire time and Audrey chattered nervously about her father s health and had one too many margaritas to drink. It was one of the most uncomfortable evenings of my life.



Mercifully it was easier than I thought it would be to avoid seeing Marsh otherwise. I simply started leaving for work earlier and coming home a bit before he did. Of course it was impossible to avoid him or his family altogether but I would simply wave or say a brief hi before disappearing into my house. Once I thought I saw a puzzled look on Audrey s face as I walked away from her and her son who still obviously looked up to me-why was I being so unfriendly? Another time I ran into Marsh and Audrey together. I saw the anxiety in his eyes and remembered a joke I heard once about the definition of being gay: somewhere there s a married man who s terrified of you. Still his discomfiture was hollow satisfaction.



I found myself getting irrationally upset about the state of my yard and grounds. I no longer felt like doing the work myself but lacked the energy to go about looking for someone to do it. Things began to look overgrown and seedy and this lowered my spirits still further.



I buried myself in the business and managed not to think too much about Marsh during the day. At night was another matter. I would lie awake alone in my bed staring at the ceiling as images of our lovemaking flashed through my mind so real I could almost feel my arms around him again. The longing was a physical pain. I d had him for so short a time–why couldn t I forget him as quickly?



The summer dragged slowly on hot and joyless now. One night lying sleepless despite what had become my usual routine of two or three stiff drinks before turning in I couldn t stand tossing and turning any longer. I got up padded downstairs and quietly opened the back door stepping out onto the back steps dressed only in my boxers. It was very warm outside but still it felt better than being in the house which too often these days was like a prison. I figured I d stand here for a few minutes until the mosquitoes got too bad.



There were plenty of crickets and the noise they made was surprisingly loud. Dim light filtered in from the safety lamp shining on the driveway of the house behind mine and from the half moon above but most of the yard was shadowed in blackness. Suddenly I stiffened. I stood absolutely still hardly breathing listening alertly. There it was again–a soft wordless sigh from an unmistakably female voice. It was coming from the next yard–Marsh s yard.



My feet were bare and made no sound as I quietly walked diagonally across the grass until I could see the back deck of the Atkins residence. I crouched down in case I could be seen by anyone there–there was enough light so that an alert eye could have detected my movements.



I needn t have worried about being noticed though—they were totally engrossed in what they were doing. Audrey was standing with her back against the wall of the house behind her husband so I couldn t see her very well. Marsh was facing her crouching slightly his broad shoulders and back unmistakable in a dark muscle shirt. His bare butt was clearly visible from where I stood–whatever he had been wearing on his lower body was in a heap around his ankles. As I watched the rhythmic clenching and unclenching of his dimpled cheeks told me all I needed to know.



Another moan from Audrey wafted through the night air to my ears. I realized that my hands were balled up into fists and I was gritting my teeth so hard they could crack. Rage shot through me like a blue flame. I wanted to turn and run into the house hide under the covers of my bed stuff my fingers into my ears. But I couldn t move nor could I take my eyes off them.



Despite the turmoil that seethed in me I must not have made any sound for Marsh and Audrey continued their lovemaking with increasing frenzy. Her moans increased in frequency and volume. I saw her arms encircle his neck and her feet rise off the ground as her slender shapely legs wrapped themselves around his body. He began to thrust faster and I heard his voice join hers. Thank God I was too far away to understand words—the unmistakable guttural quality of the sounds he was making was torture enough.



The sounds reached a crescendo of intensity then began to diminish. Audrey s feet descended to the floor of the deck again and Marsh s body became still. They turned to one side embracing their lips touching. I heard or perhaps imagined the distant clicking of wet kisses. I could stand no more. As quietly as I could I backed away and re-entered my house letting the door slam no longer caring if they heard.



In the kitchen were the remnants of that evening s nightcap on the table–the half-filled bottle of Campari the empty tumbler. I heard sobbing breaths cut through the silence of the house and realized they were coming from me. I sat down and got the bottle open with trembling hands. The neck of the bottle clinked violently against the rim of the glass as I poured myself another drink. I took a big gulp of the bitter stuff neat and choked on it. Coughing and sputtering my windpipe burning I shouted Damn it! and threw the glass at the wall. Glass shards flew and the pink liquid went spraying over the counter top and linoleum. I put my head down on the table. In all the time since I had walked out of Marsh s house that Friday night I hadn t shed a tear but I began to cry now heavy broken sobs.



I could have stood anything but the sight that I saw for I knew exactly what it was to be loved by Marsh Atkins to be held naked and defenseless in his arms to be possessed by his body and cock. The first time I had seen husband and wife together in their bedroom I had longed for what I thought could never be. Now seeing them happily reunited I grieved for what would never be again.



CHAPTER EIGHT: DINNER WITH STAN



He was noticeably different on the phone this time. Hey–how are you doing he asked his tone guarded neutral. I heard the TV going somewhere nearby a sitcom perhaps as there were frequent bursts of laughter.



How are you Stan? I said feeling pretty tongue-tied myself. I had half expected him to hang up when he heard my voice.



Okay. So–what s up?



I decided to go for broke. I d like to take you out to dinner.



He snorted then taken by surprise. Dinner? Why?



Just then I heard another burst of laughter. This time a single male voice much closer joined in. Stan must have company.



Oh God this is a bad time isn t it I said really abashed.



Naw that s just my buddy Gary in from Florida. He s crashing on my couch for a few days. You really want to buy me dinner?



Sure I do.



Just a sec Gary s yakking at me. There were vague noises at the other end of the line then Stan s voice came on again amused less guarded. Gary says never turn down a free meal. He says I m lucky my yuppie boyfriend wants to give _me_ dinner.



I smiled to myself. So are we on?



Only if you ll take me to Castle Hill which was a casual but topnotch pricey downtown establishment.



Done.



Wow that was easy. When?



On the appointed evening I got to the restaurant first ordered a glass of wine and waited. Just as I began to worry that he was going to stand me up Stan walked in. He was wearing dark blue slacks a lighter blue short-sleeved shirt and a necktie. I had never seen him before in good clothes. He saw me waved tentatively and made his way across the dining room.



Thanks for coming I said as he sat down.



Thank you for buying me dinner he said. I could see he was curious about why I d invited him but he wasn t about to ask.



After ordering a beer from the waiter–no wine for Stan–he said without preamble So I guess the married guy didn t work out?



I shook my head. No he didn t.



Don t be too hard on him Rob he said to my surprise. They have a lot on their minds. Married guys I mean.



And how would you know?



I was married. I was taken aback. It must have showed on my face because Stan grinned in the old way. Heck why not? Most guys get married Rob.



I guess so. How long?



Six years.



How come you never told me before?



You never asked. Rob when you ve been over at my place you haven t wanted to talk much.



The waiter arrived to take our order at that moment and saved me from having to come up with an answer to that one. Stan sensed his advantage and started in on me again after he left.



So why the invite Rob?



Of course we both knew why we were there but I wasn t about to let him win that easily. I had an ace up my sleeve. Know anything about landscaping? Sprinkler systems?



Stan blinked. Huh?



I smiled blandly. I put in these flowerbeds earlier this summer and now I ve gotten lazy. I have to figure out a way to keep them from dying. I need professional help. That s why I called Stan–I figured you might know some good people.



Stan looked disappointed. Well he said slowly I could come over and take a look.



Why? I didn t know you did sprinklers I said acting skeptical. Actually of course I was elated.



He got a bit huffy. Well no I don t exactly. But I know enough so I can tell you what you really need so you won t get taken for a ride.



Okay. How about Saturday morning?



Fine. The meal came a few minutes later and Stan ate his food with gusto. A few times during the rest of that evening I caught him eyeing me with a puzzled look wondering why I had gone to all this trouble to ask him to look at my yard. He didn t know yet that this was just the first part of my little scheme.



Promptly at ten o clock on Saturday morning I heard the doorbell ring. Carefully I walked over to answer it. I grasped the doorknob turned it and pulled the door slowly open making sure I stayed behind it invisible from the outside.



Rob you there? What s going on? Where– Stan s voice asked as he stepped into the hall. His head turned toward me and he stopped in mid-sentence. A smile spread across his face and he shook his head. Aw you.



I was naked of course. I leaned back against the wall in what I hoped was a seductive pose. To my embarrassment I realized I was trembling a little bit from excitement but mostly from fear that Stan would laugh in my face and walk out.



There was a moment of suspense then he extended one of his big hands and pushed the front door shut with a bang. He stepped forward and put his arms around me but as I prepared to receive what I thought was going to be an affectionate hug his grip tightened he crouched down and suddenly my feet were in the air as he hoisted me bodily onto one broad shoulder. Stan what the hell are you doing? I shouted and his laugh rang out.



Upstairs yuppie scum he said giving my butt a vigorous swat.



He didn t make it to the bedroom with me but he did manage to get all the way up the stairs. At the top he put me down puffing from his exertions. I m not that young any more he said before I kissed him.



Later I turned to him as we both lay on my bed. My ass was pleasantly sore from the attentions Stan had paid to it with his mouth and cock.



Why don t we go out and look at the yard as long as you re here.



Stan laughed. How long are you going to keep this up?



I wasn t kidding I protested. I really do need help with the grounds.



Why do you keep saying that Rob? he said suddenly serious. Fuck you could have just told me to get my ass over here the night you called.



And you d have come?



Stan clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes. You are so full of shit you know that? Haven t I come panting every time from the first time you saw me through your kitchen window?



I dropped my eyes ashamed. I wouldn t have been surprised if you hadn t this time.



Yeah well I guess I m a glutton for punishment. I looked up at him. He was still trying to look reproachful but the twinkle in his eyes was definitely there.



So–speaking of punishment my company s having a Fourth of July picnic out at the club. Want to go with me?



Stan stared then threw his head back and guffawed. You re something else. You mean I have to wear my good clothes again?



I shook my head. You look like a gas station attendant in those things. Wear your jeans and boots. Believe me you ll be a hit. C mon Stan say you will.



Stan was grinning broadly. His eyes had fully regained the challenging sparkle I knew so well and had missed so much. Let me think about it while you fuck my butt.



Whatever you say I laughed as I pulled him to me.



EPILOGUE



It took me a while to persuade Stan to move in with me but he finally did. He eventually installed the sprinkler system himself and the yard always looks great now. Adjusting to my office social life turned out to be a snap–he quickly figured out that a lot of the people who worked for me hadn t gone to college either and even the ones who had didn t like to do their own landscaping. He s worked up quite a nice business–the fact that he looks like a cross between Tom Selleck and the guy on the Brawny paper towel rolls doesn t hurt of course.



I saw less and less of the Atkinses as time went on. Occasionally I still ran into Audrey at the coffee shop or supermarket. She was still pleasant but noticeably less friendly—she never talked about getting together any more. I wondered how much if anything she knew or figured out about what happened while she was away that week visiting her father. One day I saw her going into the local post office with a dark-haired gravely handsome boy. I realized with a start that it was Jonah now about eight or nine years old. After marveling how much he was growing up to look like his dad sadness pierced through me. The lively toddler whom I had held in my lap and comforted whose hand I had held while we window-shopped at the mall was gone forever.



Soon after that a For Sale sign appeared in the yard of the house next door. I thought about going over and saying good-bye but decided against it. The thing with Marsh was ancient history. I hadn t had any real contact with him in a long time and I was sure that suited him just fine. It was summer again and Stan and I were about to go on vacation. When we came back the house was empty and deserted–the occupants had moved while were gone.



So Marsh Atkins made his final exit from the stage of my life. As it turned out it wasn t quite so simple–life is never that neat.



It was sometime that fall that I booted up my home computer one evening in my upstairs office to check my e-mail before turning in. Stan was in the shower I remember hearing the water going.

There was a whole lot of junk and spam and I got to work deleting it. One subject heading caught my eye though: Blast from the Past it said–not exactly the kind of heading you would usually see on a smut or sales promotional. There was an attached file and immediately I thought: virus. But there hadn t been any warnings lately and I was pretty careful about keeping track of those things.



Deciding to risk it I opened the e-mail and began to read.



Dear Rob



I hope you haven t figured out who this is and deleted it already. If you figure it out now don t delete it please? It s Marshall your former next-door neighbor. I was surfing the Net and found your company page. So how are you doing? I guess I m sorry I never got to say goodbye. I don t know if you talked to Audrey either before we left but FYI we re divorced now. I m living out in Cal. Got a good position here with the Silicon Valley branch of my company. We sold the house as part of the settlement. She got custody of Jonah but she s being good about letting me see him. Actually Rob she s being really good considering everything. You see I m living out here with another guy…



Okay so are you finished saying I told you so? I don t know exactly why I m telling you this. Maybe you won t think I m such a bastard now or maybe you still will. After all this doesn t change the fact that I treated you like shit. Rafe is great but I miss Jonah all the time. Say hey to him for me if you see him will you? He s still living in town with his mom.



Guess I ve rambled on enough. Hope you re doing okay.



Marsh



P.S. The attached file is a pic of me and Rafe my partner.



I opened it and looked at Marsh and another man smiling at the camera squinting a bit from the sun on their faces their hair windswept. Behind them was an expanse of blue water and what I recognized as the Golden Gate Bridge in the distance.



I became aware of Stan behind me a towel around his waist. He pressed his bare stomach warm and fragrant with soap against the back of my head.



Our former neighbor I explained. He s divorced and living in California with a guy.



Saw the light eh? Stan said patting my shoulder. I took his hand.



Guess so.



You sorry he didn t see it sooner?



I looked up at him. Maybe a little. On the other hand if we play our cards right we might have a place to stay in the Bay area.



Stan snorted. Too damn civilized for this puppy. You going to stare at that thing all night?



I shook my head. Be there in a minute. After he left I gazed at the screen and the picture of the two men apparently happy for a while longer. Then I closed the file shut the computer down and went to join him.



END

A sugarcane should be as sweet as this crossdresser!

Salacious Resolution

The heat from the dance floor the tightly packed bodies all bumpin and twisting to the bass beat were a guarantee that everyone there was sweating but I felt like I was sweating more than anyone else. The music faded as the crowd began chanting counting backwards…8…7…6…We both had stopped dancing and were pushed even closer together by the crowd so it seemed…4…3…2…your mouth crashed against mine kissing me fully passionately as always. I was taken completely off guard public displays of affection between us of this magnitude anyway were infrequent. But I seized this moment and grabbed onto you my arms bringing you closer still and kissed you back hoping that you were as aware of the mental fireworks as I was.



Happy New Year baby you breathed the words into my mouth and kissed me again your hands sliding down my back and resting on my ass as our hips rocked to the rhythm of the sea of people around us. Both of us were past a point of concealing our excitement and as we moved our excitement rubbed hard the bulge in your jeans rivaling my own as we turned the heat up several more notches. I swooned as you kept that tight hold on my ass and looked into my eyes after our kiss. I swallowed hard and leaned in my mouth to your ear and said Oh baby can we just go now…I love you being so hot on me right here in front of everyone but fuck I want you bad. Now.



As I spoke into your ear I felt you nip at my neck on the opposite side making the hair on the back of my neck bristle with urgent desire. You replied to my request saying that you d let me have you right here right now if I had the balls to do it.



Oh shit holy shit baby are you fucking serious? I watched you laugh as my eyes widened at your bold remark nodding and leaning in to speak into my ear Yeah I m serious. There are so many people here into their own thing I bet no one can even get a look at us below the belt. Do it go ahead…fuck me here and fuck me so good that I ll never forget this night.



My hardness strained against the taut fabric of my fly wanting out and wanting in. I knew you weren t talking shit because you knew that I wouldn t hesitate much at all at an invite like that. And no way would I. My hands held your waist and I turned you quickly your back to my chest now. My cock rubbed against you and I felt a small wet spot begin to spread over the snug-fitting boxer briefs I wore. Should ve gone commando I thought as my cock moved against your asscrack. My hands were undoing your pants unzipping you now as we continued swaying to the beat. I glanced to either side and could see that yes the blond in the short black dress was certainly consumed with Mr. Macho as he humped against her being careful not to dump his drink in the process…And the two on the opposite side were definitely unable to pay much attention to anything at this point. I hoped that they had a designated driver but in a flash that thought was gone pushed out of my mind with the thought of you. Having you right here.



Your pants were open now as I began to push them over your hips down far enough letting your bare ass feel my still confined erection. You bucked back against me hard and I could hear you groan over the music. Keep moving just keep dancing baby I said as I reached back and between us undoing my belt and pants. My cock sprang out as soon as I hooked a thumb in the elastic of my boxers and smacked against your smooth bubble butt. More of a bubble now as your back arched while you pushed into me egging me on letting that social lubricant that was the bottle of Christal initially intended for the both of us but ending up being much more yours than ours. For a second I considered the fact that yes you were intoxicated. But instantly I shook it off feeling your ass against me your hips rolling in hot seduction and your head tossed back saying yess…



Moving together back and forth my cock easily found that warm entrance of your cleft. I licked my fingers and brought them to my swollen purple glans wetting it enough that my saliva and the precum that was seeping from my slit was enough slickness to get inside. I pulled one of your asscheeks over and set my cockhead right on that horny puckering hole. My aim was true. I put my lips to your ear again and said Ready? cause I m…gonna-ungg..fuck you now.



I forced my thick meat past your muscle and felt you gasp your body rigid as I sunk into you all the way not stopping until I had no choice. For a moment I held somewhat still while still bobbing my head and shoulders with the beat of the dancemix I let my lower body give yours time to adjust. I looked around us again and saw that no one seemed to even know we existed. Hell they might as well have all been getting it on…each couple so intently absorbed in there own square foot of space. I bit down into your shoulder and let my hips jerk back a tiny bit my hands wrapped around your belly now feeling your chest expand with every breath you sucked in. I pushed in again and within just a few thrusts we fell into perfect sync. This was the real dancefuck.



Yeah yeah… I couldn t keep from chanting as we made this bass-y rhythm our fuck beat slam-poetry in motion. My hand drifted down from your hard abs and found your other hard part quite easily. Your hand covered your stiff bone squeezing it and stroking it as we danced on. My fingers grazed across your hand and I pressed my palm against the back of your fist helping you jack it. Your hand dropped out of the way immediately letting me take charge of your cock. Gripping you with full intent of making sure we came together I slid the o of my thumb and index finger up and down your veiny dick faster…faster. I knew I couldn t last. This was all too hot the best wet dream ever that I was afraid I d wake from any second.



But I didn t wake up. Under the influence yes. Sleeping…no. Fully awake and completely amazed at the way I was fucking your ass in the middle of a huge dancing drinking sweating crowd of what appeared to be predominantly het couples. And you were shy about kissing in public sometimes! This was better than perfect and I knew that whether you d remember this forever or not I surely would.



My strokes in and out of your tightness were short and quick matching my jerking hand on your cock. My nuts were pulled uo as I felt them begin to churn and I spoke into your ear saying that I was close very fucking close. You nodded in agreement and turned your head to the side where I could catch a glimpse of your lust-drunk eyes as your panting mouth hung open slightly.



Oh yeah…fuck I m gonna come baby…So close…I m so fucking…oh fuck…



My jaw clenched as I felt the contents of my balls shoot up through my shaft out of me and deep into you. Holding still as the strong climax seemed to paralyzed me I felt your ass clamp down so hard milking my dick as your own load began to spray out in hot globs into my fingers cupping your cockhead and catching your cum. It was almost too incredible to be real.



My arm still held you round the waist firmly as we both recovered from that knee-shaking release. Turning your head again your parted lips puckering calling for me to kiss you. I did kissed you hard and leaving no doubt as to how I felt. To you or anyone else who saw this passionate kiss-it was evident how intensely I felt for you. Your cum was dripping off my fingers as I slowly slid my still-hard prick out of your wet stretched ass reaching back and letting you tuck your cock away as I did the same with mine. You turned back toward me facing me as you zipped your fly grinning like the Cheshire Cat. I raised my sticky hand to face level and smiled as your tongue darted out licking off the taste of our fuck and my cum. I shook my head still amazed at what had just happened and said Damn baby…I had no idea you could dance like that..



Likewise you said with a sexy satisfied look about you then Let s get another bottle of champagne. If you liked this just wait til you see what happens on our cab ride home.



Raising my eyebrows I replied I think we had better make this sort of thing a resolution baby. Let s just keep ringing in the new year every day just like this.

nip at my neck on the opposite side making the hair on the back of my neck bristle with urgent desire. You replied to my request saying that you d let me have you right here right now if I had the balls to do it.



Oh shit holy shit baby are you fucking serious? I watched you laugh as my eyes widened at your bold remark nodding and leaning in to speak into my ear Yeah I m serious. There are so many people here into their own thing I bet no one can even get a look at us below the belt. Do it go ahead…fuck me here and fuck me so good that I ll never forget this night.



My hardness strained against the taut fabric of my fly wanting out and wanting in. I knew you weren t talking shit because you knew that I wouldn t hesitate much at all at an invite like that. And no way would I. My hands held your waist and I turned you quickly your back to my chest now. My cock rubbed against you and I felt a small wet spot begin to spread over the snug-fitting boxer briefs I wore. Should ve gone commando I thought as my cock moved against your asscrack. My hands were undoing your pants unzipping you now as we continued swaying to the beat. I glanced to either side and could see that yes the blond in the short black dress was certainly consumed with Mr. Macho as he humped against her being careful not to dump his drink in the process…And the two on the opposite side were definitely unable to pay much attention to anything at this point. I hoped that they had a designated driver but in a flash that thought was gone pushed out of my mind with the thought of you. Having you right here.



Your pants were open now as I began to push them over your hips down far enough letting your bare ass feel my still confined erection. You bucked back against me hard and I could hear you groan over the music. Keep moving just keep dancing baby I said as I reached back and between us undoing my belt and pants. My cock sprang out as soon as I hooked a thumb in the elastic of my boxers and smacked against your smooth bubble butt. More of a bubble now as your back arched while you pushed into me egging me on letting that social lubricant that was the bottle of Christal initially intended for the both of us but ending up being much more yours than ours. For a second I considered the fact that yes you were intoxicated. But instantly I shook it off feeling your ass against me your hips rolling in hot seduction and your head tossed back saying yess…



Moving together back and forth my cock easily found that warm entrance of your cleft. I licked my fingers and brought them to my swollen purple glans wetting it enough that my saliva and the precum that was seeping from my slit was enough slickness to get inside. I pulled one of your asscheeks over and set my cockhead right on that horny puckering hole. My aim was true. I put my lips to your ear again and said Ready? cause I m…gonna-ungg..fuck you now.



I forced my thick meat past your muscle and felt you gasp your body rigid as I sunk into you all the way not stopping until I had no choice. For a moment I held somewhat still while still bobbing my head and shoulders with the beat of the dancemix I let my lower body give yours time to adjust. I looked around us again and saw that no one seemed to even know we existed. Hell they might as well have all been getting it on…each couple so intently absorbed in there own square foot of space. I bit down into your shoulder and let my hips jerk back a tiny bit my hands wrapped around your belly now feeling your chest expand with every breath you sucked in. I pushed in again and within just a few thrusts we fell into perfect sync. This was the real dancefuck.



Yeah yeah… I couldn t keep from chanting as we made this bass-y rhythm our fuck beat slam-poetry in motion. My hand drifted down from your hard abs and found your other hard part quite easily. Your hand covered your stiff bone squeezing it and stroking it as we danced on. My fingers grazed across your hand and I pressed my palm against the back of your fist helping you jack it. Your hand dropped out of the way immediately letting me take charge of your cock. Gripping you with full intent of making sure we came together I slid the o of my thumb and index finger up and down your veiny dick faster…faster. I knew I couldn t last. This was all too hot the best wet dream ever that I was afraid I d wake from any second.



But I didn t wake up. Under the influence yes. Sleeping…no. Fully awake and completely amazed at the way I was fucking your ass in the middle of a huge dancing drinking sweating crowd of what appeared to be predominantly het couples. And you were shy about kissing in public sometimes! This was better than perfect and I knew that whether you d remember this forever or not I surely would.



My strokes in and out of your tightness were short and quick matching my jerking hand on your cock. My nuts were pulled uo as I felt them begin to churn and I spoke into your ear saying that I was close very fucking close. You nodded in agreement and turned your head to the side where I could catch a glimpse of your lust-drunk eyes as your panting mouth hung open slightly.



Oh yeah…fuck I m gonna come baby…So close…I m so fucking…oh fuck…



My jaw clenched as I felt the contents of my balls shoot up through my shaft out of me and deep into you. Holding still as the strong climax seemed to paralyzed me I felt your ass clamp down so hard milking my dick as your own load began to spray out in hot globs into my fingers cupping your cockhead and catching your cum. It was almost too incredible to be real.



My arm still held you round the waist firmly as we both recovered from that knee-shaking release. Turning your head again your parted lips puckering calling for me to kiss you. I did kissed you hard and leaving no doubt as to how I felt. To you or anyone else who saw this passionate kiss-it was evident how intensely I felt for you. Your cum was dripping off my fingers as I slowly slid my still-hard prick out of your wet stretched ass reaching back and letting you tuck your cock away as I did the same with mine. You turned back toward me facing me as you zipped your fly grinning like the Cheshire Cat. I raised my sticky hand to face level and smiled as your tongue darted out licking off the taste of our fuck and my cum. I shook my head still amazed at what had just happened and said Damn baby…I had no idea you could dance like that..



Likewise you said with a sexy satisfied look about you then Let s get another bottle of champagne. If you liked this just wait til you see what happens on our cab ride home.



Raising my eyebrows I replied I think we had better make this sort of thing a resolution baby. Let s just keep ringing in the new year every day just like this.

This tranny tart needs to get fucked and sucked in hurry!

Beyond the Beaded Curtain

Fuck Julia I was screaming in my head as I pulled on my jeans and a dress shirt and my leather vest slammed through the apartment door and stabbed at the buttons on the elevator door.



She didn t feel satisfied. SHE didn t feel satisfied. Well what about me? She didn t satisfy me either. Maybe I could satisfy her better if I ever was made to feel satisfied.



Well fuck Julia I muttered as I slammed my fists against the metal elevator walls while it descended twenty stories to the street level below. I d told her I needed smokes and dressed and headed for the door before she could go into that litany of how Jim had fucked her so much better than I did. Well fuck Jim too for that matter.



I hit the streets. It was drizzling rain and I knew I couldn t just walk it off. I didn t really need smokes but I sure could use a drink. There was a bar up ahead Big John s. I d never been in there but it was beginning to rain harder now and I couldn t go back to the apartment—not just yet. Anything but facing Julie s mocking eyes right now.



I pushed the door open and entered the smoke-filled room. A rock band with a sound much too big for the size of the room was doing it s thing over in the corner. The first thing I realized though was that there was nothing but men in the room. Not a woman in sight. Well that wasn t all that bad. If I looked into the eyes of any woman just now I d probably only see Julia s mocking eyes staring back at me.



A skinheaded guy who appeared to have far more muscles than brains motioned me to a seat next to him at a table with a big smile but I just smiled weakly back at him and moved slowly toward the bar at the far side of the room. I passed men dancing with men. I surprised myself by not being the least bit turned off by this in fact I felt a little thrill like I was going on an adventure—like I was detached from my body and somehow sparring with Julia across the divide between this danger-filled smoky room and the sterile environment of Julia s apartment up in the clouds not more than two blocks away. This was a whole new world to me. Maybe I d check out this world a little more closely.



I leaned up against the bar and ordered a beer and then turned and watched the rock band and what was going on around me for a while. This was obviously a pick-up joint at the height of its evening activity. Connection some of a blatantly intimate sort were taking place all over the room. For some reason I found this exciting even sexually arousing in a way that I didn t find Julia arousing. It didn t take long for me to realize that some of the men were starting to buzz around me as well sensing a new player in the room. I started to become a little embarrassed. I wasn t really planning on being a player I was just playing on the edge of this world observing it considering the what ifs. And I hadn t the foggiest notion of how to play here even if I had intended to do that.



I ordered another beer. I momentarily wondered how long I could stay away from Julia s apartment on the pretense of buying a pack of cigarettes when it hit me that I didn t really care. Fuck Julia. I downed my beer and ordered another.



I had waved off several guys in obvious search of a pickup when the mystery man appeared at my elbow. As time went on the Rock band was getting louder the beat getting heavier. I knew I was drinking too much the beat of the music was beginning to transfer into my head as a headache. Tall and dark with curly hair cascading around his head he moved into the empty stool beside me I had been protecting to keep some distance between me and the circling crowd. His eyes seemed to be violet. He had a mustache that met his sideburns and a sensuous mouth with an engaging ready smile. There was a small scar running down his chin that made him seem a little dangerous and kept that question in my mind of what the story was there.



He trapped me with his eyes and I couldn t lie when he asked if I was alone and if I d let him buy me a drink. We didn t really say anything to each other but although there were loud conversations and music and the smoke of cigarettes all around us I felt that we were the only ones there. I could hear my heart beating and I thought I could hear his as well moving to match the rhythm of mine matched the rhythm of the band music. It wasn t long before he had his arm around my shoulders in a possessive manner and on my fourth drink and his second his arm had drifted down and he was cupping my buttocks with his broad hand. I let it stay there. I was feeling dangerous and exhilarated and aroused all at once something I hadn t felt with Julia an hour earlier. Above all I was feeling wanted and desired. I d play the game for a while longer and then leave and get those smokes and see if I could transfer these feelings into another go at Julia.



All the time he was holding my eyes with his. He set his drink down fished the cherry out and put it up to his lips. I watched him slowly draw the cherry in move it around his mouth and produce the pit in between his lips with that smile of his. He obviously wanted me to do something so I reached over and went to take the pit out of his mouth whereupon he captured my thumb with his lips and drew it in.



At the same time I felt his hand on my thigh. He held my thumb while his hand moved to my crotch and he felt the full engorging length of me with his hand. I could feel his intake of breath clearly pleased at what he had discovered. I was pleased that he was pleased. I sensed the growing danger here though. Just how close to the edge was I here? And on which side of the edge. It was about time to put an end to this pleasant little fantasy I d entered and return to my world.



He released my thumb and gave me a broad smile. I rotated my hips in a half-hearted attempt to get free of his grasp. He was moving too fast but I wasn t sure I minded. All I could think of was punishing Julia for those mocking eyes of hers. She didn t want me? Well here was someone who was showing he wanted me—even if he was from another world altogether.



His hand traveled with me as I rotated my hips intending to shake his grip off. Misjudging my intentions he grasped my cock through the fabric of my pants and his other hand squeezed my butt cheek holding my hips in place. It was obvious where he was going with this. I relaxed giving up bordering on the intoxicated whether by the drink or the promise of some form of satisfactory sex as a punishment for Julia s mocking eyes.



He pulled away from the bar and led me around the bar by an elbow. I was drawn through a beaded curtain into a alcove with dark velvet walls. We were just a beaded curtain away from the raucous revolving crowd and the steady beat of the music but were fully private in our own world in that dark alcove.



He pushed my back to the wall just beyond the beaded curtain and leaned his hips into mine. I could feel the strength and urgency of him. He held me with his eyes again as his face came to mine. He pressed his lips onto mine opening me to his urgency and his surprisingly sweet kiss. His mustache tickled my nose. It was time for me to put a stop to this brief fantasy—to stay on my side of this divide. But although my mind was screaming break and escape my legs felt like lead glued to the spot.



I sensed that it was too late that I no longer could pull back and decided to go with the flow to see and sense what this world looked like if only for a brief time. I could always go back to my world. I d probably be better with Julia when I d seen and been able to reject this world.



His hands were working on the buttons of my vest and shirt which he pulled off my body and dropped beside us. He quickly pulled off his T-shirt and we were bare chest to bare chest. I ran my hands up his sides and onto his pecs. He was in magnificent shape obviously a bodybuilder and was covered with dark curly hair. I pushed through his curly chest hair and found his nipples both pierced with rings. I let a hand follow hair down his washboard abs finding another ring in his navel–curly hair everywhere. I wondered if it continued on down. But I wasn t in a hurry. This would be my one fantasy encounter. I might as well make the most of it.



He was in a hurry however. This was all moving just too fast for me but I couldn t have stopped it now if I d tried. He had me trapped with those violet eyes. He had one hand on my crotch again and with the other one he was unbuckling my belt pulling down my zipper pushing my pants and briefs over my hips and encasing my stiffening cock. He quickly had his own cock out and he held them against each other mine was being measured with his. Mine was a good size but neither as long nor as thick as his was. He encased both of our cocks in his hand mine lying atop his. I sighed letting my hand travel on down below his navel through curly hair and sliding across the underside of his cock and finding his heavy hairy balls. He reacted with pleasure intensifying the sucking motion of his kiss his exploration of my mouth with his searching tongue. I could have continued at this stage for some minutes maybe even have left the whole encounter here but he obviously couldn t.



I gasped as he disengaged from our kiss and quickly worked his lips and his tickling mustache down my neck over my pecs down my abs and belly through my pubic hair and to my cock which he took into his mouth and started to work back and forth in a frenzied manner.



I grabbed his head burying my fingers in his hair in an involuntary maneuver to stem this full assault on my body. He roughly grabbed my hips with his hands to hold me steady and when I relaxed and gave into his victorious breach of my crotch he moved his hands around to cup and dig into my buttocks still holding me firmly in place while he pumped my rod with his mouth. He pulled his mouth up to where he just held my glans in his mouth sucking hard flicking his tongue around my pissslit and then forcing the tip of his tongue into my slit tongue fucking me there in that smallest of all entrances to the body. I groaned and tried to escape but his hands digging into my buttocks held me in place. His strength was incredible and I was weak from the buzz of the drinks. He slowly swallowed me whole again his teeth scraping down the sides of my penis as he drew me in applying pressure all the way in. I couldn t help letting loose with soft moans and writhing under his attack. It all was surreal a party blithely going on in the bar and a mad man beating down my defenses and eating me alive just beyond the beaded curtain. I grabbed his massive shoulders beating on them scratching at them trying to push him away from me. But all of my efforts were fruitless. His brutal mouth began his pumping of my cock again. The beat of the band beyond the beaded curtain was steadily increasing and his pumping of my cock matched the rhythm of the band.



Without lessening his pumping of my cock with his mouth and tongue he took my balls in the fingers of one of his hands and rolled and pulled on them causing me to give out little yip yip sounds and to moan more deeply. The fingers of his other hand had found my asshole and I lurched and writhed and increased my moaning as they worked their way into my ass not giving me time to adjust plunging past my sphincter muscle and finding and roughly rubbing my prostate. Not long after this I came under his unrelenting onslaught. He just took my cum at the back of his throat as I spasmed three times and went limp against the wall. His hands went to my hips and worked their way up my sides and onto my pecs He was digging into my chest nipping and kneading my nipples. I begged him to stop to let me rest.



He just laughed and told me to turn around and to spread my legs which I did meekly at his sharp command. I felt his hands roughly spread my butt cheeks and he had his mouth and tongue at my asshole licking rimming me and pushing in. One hand went back to kneading the muscles in my belly the other one was working my cock and balls.



He had me all wet and moaning again in a short time when without ceremony he spun me around lifting me up the wall with his strong hands got his arms under my legs and folded my knees up so my feet were completely off the floor. I was yelling for him to stop or at least slow down but the noise in the bar was so overwhelming that



there was no one to hear me or to come to my rescue.



I felt the knob of his huge erect cock at my asshole and and I tried to lurch and escape him without success as the head entered me up to the rim of the glans. He stopped then but only briefly as we gasped and panted in unison. He captured me with those violet eyes again and commanded me in a hoarse whisper to kiss him again. As our lips met he brutally pushed mine open with his and buried his tongue down my throat stifling any screams of pain and pleasure I might have given as his long thick cock slowly but steadily pushed its way up my ass canal keeping just ahead of my ability to stretch to accommodate him. When he was in up to the hilt he started to pump me keeping time with the beat of the band beyond the beaded curtain slapping and ramming my back against the velvet wall with his thrusts and didn t stop until he had cum.



When he was finished he let me slide to the floor and then stood over me smiling that smile and holding me with his violet eyes while he adjusted his clothes. He told me that he d enjoyed me immensely and would like to see me again. He flipped a business card down into my lap and then he was gone. And I was again alone in the alcove with the sounds of a raucous party drifting through the beaded curtains. The band had stopped was probably on break. My whole world had also stopped.



As I lay there on a heap of sore but strangely satiated flesh on the floor trying to come to grips with the brutal but glorious sexual encounter I d just had I also was coming to a realization that maybe the problem with Julia and me wasn t Julia and her mocking eyes at all. Maybe I was meant for something different than Julia. But did it always have to be this brutal and what concept was I striving for—both intimately personal but also impersonal at the same time? I had no idea where I fit now but after what I d just experienced I couldn t honestly tell myself that I could go back to the other side of that beaded curtain to Julia ever again now.

He wanted better marks, so he sucked his professorтАЩs cock on a lark!

The Roommate

PART I



I let Michael move into my house because I needed to offset some bills thus share the rent. He was a long-term friend someone who I thought I could live with. He had a good job and nice stuff… a bonus. Plus there was something about him… something I couldn t put my finger on but he had an effect on me that I could not explain. Something that made me want to pay attention to him. I had yet over the years to define just what it was.



I helped him move in one Saturday. We settled on where his stuff would go in coordination with mine and I helped him put some stuff in his room. I helped him set some things out but there was one box he had taped shut and was pretty hasty about not letting me open it. It was cool hey everybody has personal stuff that is just that personal. I really didn t think anything of it at the time.



We had slightly different schedules… he worked in the evenings I worked a typical corporate schedule. It suited us well at least we wouldn t be tripping over each other. I usually went to bed pretty early seeing as I got up at 6am he usually went to bed pretty late. We never really disturbed each other with the time differences.



Lately though Id had trouble sleeping… troubles with a girlfriend and stressed with a new job. I often tried to get myself to sleep by masturbating but sometimes even that didn t work. One night I was half awake laying in bed half-heartedly stroking my cock. Michael s room was right next to mine and his bed was against the wall much like mine. It wouldn t have surprised me if he d sometimes heard my girlfriend and me having sex. But I never heard much from his room but then again I was usually asleep. Tonight was different though… I could have sworn I heard the bed creaking. Did he have a girl in there? I m sure its possible that someone had come over and I just didn t hear her come in. I moved lightly over against the wall and put my ear against it… and in fact did hear the bed creaking… and Michael groaning. Not loudly of course but enough to hear from my vantage point. I m sure he thought I was fast asleep.



So what was going on in there? I was fixed in my position ear against the wall… and was pretty sure at this point he was alone. His groans had increased in tempo the bed rocking a little harder. He was totally getting off in there! The more I listened to him the more turned on I got… and realized I had been stroking my cock. Faster now as his tempo increased… I was now stroking to his tempo… my breathing heavier… god I could not believe I was beating off listening to my buddy doing the same! But it was hot… and I was so completely aroused. I heard his moans get just a little louder and knew he was close… and finally heard him cum and it sounded like he was cumming hard too. I could no longer hold back and came breathlessly in my hand and on my sheets.



I grabbed some tissues and cleaned up… and laid there in bed trying to absorb what I had just heard. I tried to visualize it in my head and came to the conclusion that he must have been grinding his cock against the mattress which would explain the bed creaking. Id done that many times myself and found myself again aroused at the visualization of Michael doing it himself. Naked hard… ass clenching as he ground his cock harder until he came. I wondered what he fantasized about as he did this.



And then it occurred to me what it had been all these years about him. I was attracted to him! Wow… that was it… I was attracted to Michael. How could I have not known? That explained the mixed up feelings Id always had when I was around him. I mean I was pretty sure I wasn t gay. I loved fucking women. But admittedly he affected me. Big time. Here I was hard again at the thought… and Id never been able to get hard that fast after cumming with a woman. What did this mean?



I thought about him the next day and most certainly the next night. I purposely stayed up late to listen for him and once again got a nice show. I didn t hear the bed but his groans were different this time… deeper more intense. I tried to imagine what he was doing… and could not resist. I got up and walked ever so quietly to the outside of his door. Living in an older house we had keyholes that one could see through. What were the chances that I might get to see something!! I put my eye up to the hole… the room was dark but illuminated by the light of the TV. And what a sight to be seen… I had a perfect line of vision to his bed… and there he was in his glory. Naked legs bent and up off the bed… and now I knew what he was doing… he was fucking his ass with a dildo!! Oh god I damn near came right there on the door in my pajamas. With each thrust he groaned… he was stroking his cock and it was incredibly hard. I never realized how large it was. Id seen it in locker rooms and such but now I really was getting to see its full size.



I found myself with my hand on the outside of my pajama pants on my own hard cock as he fucked himself and stroked his cock. He seemed to tease himself a little taking it almost all the way out then shoving it hard back in deep. He moaned each time he did this. I noticed that he was looking at something intently and realized it was the television. He had to have been watching a porno (after all who s going to jerk off to late night television?)… I wanted badly to see what he was watching… wanted to know what it was that turned him on so much. Right now I had to admit I wish it was me turning him on! I could not believe I was admitting this to myself but here I was watching one of my best friends pleasure himself as I did the same. My cock was so incredibly hard at that moment.



I could tell that Michael was close to cumming… he was stroking his cock harder his moaning had gotten more frequent and he was fucking his ass faster and faster. God this had to be one of the hottest things Id ever seen. I was still stroking my cock hadn t even bothered to put my hand inside my pants Id just been doing it on the outside of the fabric. The precum was soaking my pants but I didn t care. I was so fucking hot at that moment that I couldn t stop. As he stroked faster so did I… if only I could have moaned out loud like he did!! But I did not want to give myself away.



I saw his legs tense and his hand flying like lightening up and down his cock. He was going to shoot his load any second. His ass raised right off the bed and he erupted… cum everywhere god Id never seen so much of it out of one person! He was moaning louder now (certainly with no concern over waking me up!) as he thrusted up off the bed. I could no longer take this sight in front of me and came hard in my pajama pants. Cum just kept coming out of my cock up over the waistband on the floor. I could hardly breathe as a slight moan escaped my mouth. Oh I hoped he didn t hear me! He didn t seem to look in my direction but then again he had enough going on to notice me (hopefully).



He seemed to cum forever… he had to have been covered in it. My cum was all over my hand and there was some still wet on the floor. I was heaving in the aftermath of my orgasm. I couldn t take my eyes off him! I never realized how attractive he was to me… how beautiful he looked in the light of the television naked hand still on his cock chest rising and falling as he still breathed hard from cumming. His orgasm was soo intense! As was mine…



Finally he moved to get up and headed for the door! Quickly and as quietly as I could I scurried back to my room and shut the door. I heard him open his door pause and then head to the bathroom to turn on the shower. Had he found my cum on the floor? I finally fell asleep thinking of what Id just experienced with Michael.



PART II



A few days had gone by but I had not heard anything from Michaels room. He d been working a lot of hours so maybe he was just too tired. It occurred to me now what must have been in that box he wouldn t let me open – his toys and I m sure his porno videos. God would I have loved to see what was in there now!



I had taken Friday off just to bum around and sleep in. Being Thursday night I went out with a couple of buddies for some beers and got home just before Michael was due in. I was horny as hell (the girlfriend and I had since split up) and was hoping he was too so I could get another show tonight. I was actually thinking at that moment that Id have taken being with him over a woman that night. He just turned me on that much!



I undressed and got into pajamas and turned off the light… and was already hard. I laid in bed hoping he d be home soon and tossed and turned. I found myself on my stomach feeling my hard cock between my stomach and the mattress. Gyrating my hips slightly I created a friction that was really arousing. I lost myself in this rhythm and let my thoughts wander to Michael. I imagined laying with him kissing him and that I was rubbing my cock against his rather than my mattress. I moaned into my pillow and increased my tempo. I now allowed myself to imagine taking his cock in my mouth as he did the same to me… that I was not thrusting into the bed but his rather into his mouth. Ohhh how good it felt! His warm wet tongue on my cock on my balls in my ass.



Finally I allowed my thought to drift as far as they could go… and now I imagined myself fucking his beautiful ass. My cock replacing the dildo. Him stroking his cock as I fucked him instead of him fucking himself. Him cumming hard because I was pleasuring him. The thoughts running through my head were so arousing… and turning me on immensely. I was thrusting against the bed now my bed hitting the wall much like his had the other night. I was so close to cumming… soo close… god it felt good! I moaned his name into my pillow… oh Michael…



My reverie was broken by the sound of the door slamming – he was home!! Perfect timing as I had just about let myself cum all over the bed. I rolled over cock still hard and could feel the wet spot from the precum underneath my ass. I didn t care I concentrated on listening for what I hoped would come. I heard Michael come upstairs and head straight for the bathroom. He had turned on the shower and I heard the door shut. Minutes passed and finally he exited and crossed the hall to his room. Once again I could have sworn I heard him pause near my door…



His door shut… and I inched over to my wall and put my ear against it cock still in hand. I was still hard. I heard him rooting around and heard the unmistakable sound of him putting a tape into the VCR. Oh god he was up to something!! A drawer opened and shut and music began to play… the cheesy kind you hear in a porno. Yes!! He was going to do it… I began to unconsciously stroke harder. A minute or 2 passed… I could hear groaning from what I knew was the scene on the tape. I heard a man s voice say fuck me with that huge cock … and knew that the video was a gay one. Ohhhh my… I suddenly got harder… and wondered why I had not been able to hear the sounds of the video before certainly he had watched them often?



Not being able to resist I got up and padded to the door out into the hall as quietly as possible. Once again my eye went to the keyhole… and found my prize. There he was naked… on his knees on the bed with his head facing the VCR so he could see. He looked sooo fucking hot!! He had the dildo in his ass… and his other hand on his cock. He was stroking slowly as he had just gotten started. This was going to be an incredible show! Is this what he d look like if I got to fuck him? He was moaning now slowly fucking his ass as he watched. My hand flew to my cock… hard as a rock now precum soaking my pants. I stroked with him my breathing quickening as I got more and more turned on.



How beautiful he looked… his round ass in the air dildo in his ass lucky for me the arm facing me was the one stroking his cock so I could see. God did I want to be there with him!! I wanted to be the one stroking his cock… shoving the dildo in his ass… hell shoving my cock in there! No longer did it trouble me having these thoughts… I was just entirely too aroused by this man pleasuring himself and how badly I wanted him.



As I watched he moved to what I thought would be on his back. Instead he laid on his side his upper leg bent cock facing the door dildo still in his ass. What an incredible view I had!! Ohh I had to fight not to cum… I lessened the grip on my cock slightly. Suddenly it occurred to me as I watched his hard cock going in and out of his hand that his view was no longer on the video but on the door… the very door I was standing behind! Before I could react I heard him say open the door Steve… and come join me .



Had I just heard that? Was I sure Id heard that? My first instinct was to run… not to my room but out of the house out of the state! Oh god Id been caught!! But I couldn t move… I was paralyzed there… cock still in hand and surprisingly still hard. Again I heard his voice I know you ve been watching me and listenting to me you wouldn t have come back if you didn t like what you saw . All the times Id thought of being with him was it true that he was now inviting me to fufill my dream?



My hand reached for the door… and was met by twisting of the handle from the other side. Michael had gotten up and opened the door met me there. We were now face to face eye to eye. I wasn t sure I was even breathing. As if he knew he said breathe Steve… its ok… you don t have to come in if you don t want to… I just assumed you did . I stammered yes and somehow managed to move my feet. Michael took my hand and led me to his bed… I sat down and he looked into my eyes I only want you to be here if you want to be… no pressure Steve . He was still touching my hand. His eyes were so reassuring… at that point a pack of wild horses could not have driven me away!



I told him I wanted to stay. That I was sorry I had been watching and listening to him. He told me not to apologize… that he was even more turned on once he realized what I was doing. That s why I could hear the video why I could hear him moaning – he was doing it for me!! And yes he d stepped right in my cum that night outside the door!! That s when he knew for sure. And he admitted to having been attracted to me and he hoped I was to him. I nearly fainted. Was this really happening? I told him that yes I was attracted to him . That s when he said good and leaned over to kiss me… he took my breath with that kiss. He moved to take off my shirt… leaned over to kiss my neck and down to my nipples. I had never known how good that felt! What a rush!



He laid me down on his bed still gazing into my eyes… he must have known this would calm me reassure me. His hands roamed my body but never touched my cock. He caressed my face kissed me again. He tasted so good not like kissing a woman yet a wonderful feeling. I felt his hands on the waist of my pants and within seconds we were both naked together. He laid down next to me on his side and pulled me to him. There our cocks were touching hard as he put his arms around me. I was instantly moaning slowly grinding my cock to his in reaction to his touch. I felt him moan back into my mouth. His hands slid now to my ass to pull me even closer to him. They caressed each cheek and a fingertip touched my hole. I moaned loudly oh yesss as he probed… and finally entered. My hips thrust against his… the feeling was incredible.



He whispered in my ear god I have wanted you for so long . I could not believe I was hearing this! Separated by only a wall we had both wanted the same things. He rolled me onto my back and laid on top of me. His cock was soo hard… and has he rubbed it against mine I put my arms around him and kissed him hard. I grabbed his ass and pulled him hard against me and he reacted by grinding harder against me my legs around his waist now to grant him full access. We were both moaning so loudly hands roaming wildly hips thrusting. It felt so wonderful and I was so close to cumming… and I could tell by his breathing that he was too. He sat up… pulling his cock away from mine… if we don t stop we re both going to cum he said and laughed. I want to experience more with you he told me and got on his knees between my legs.



He spread my legs and licked the inside of my thighs. As he neared my balls I could feel his breath on them… and then his tongue. So wet so warm I was in heaven! He ran his tongue over my balls down to the spot between my balls and ass and finally to my hole. I had never had a tongue there not even my girlfriends tongue. I moaned out loud as his tongue entered me. In and out his hands on my upper thighs but never touching my cock. He was smart he knew Id cum if he did. He kept this routine from my balls to my ass concentrating on my hole. I felt so good and it occurred to me that I should be returning the favor. Michael let me taste you I told him and I could feel him moan into my ass. Without a word he turned his body and there was his hard cock right over my face as he straddled me. It was even more glorious in person and up close! I took it in my mouth… and it tasted as wonderful as I had thought it would. He groaned as I took it and began to thrust in and out of my mouth. My hands roamed his ass probed with my fingers as he had done to me. He moaned again and I knew I was doing the right things. I wet a finger as I sucked him and slipped one in his ass. He moaned my name loudly… oh what a turn on!



It was hard to believe that I was actually there having my dick sucked by this wonderful man that had me so turned on and I got to suck his too! Our bodies moved together thrusting into each others mouth our fingers probing each others asses. I don t remember feeling so turned on ever. And just when I thought it could not get better Micheal lifted his head… turned his body around… I asked him is everything ok ? He answered me with a hard kiss and told me Steve you are so hot… will you fuck me? I damn near fainted… was it possible I was going to get everything I wanted with this man in one night?! Apparently I was!



I looked at him… kissed him back… and told him that yes god I would fuck him it was all I had been thinking about these nights !! He moaned in my ear… and leaned over me to reach for his lube and a condom. He got on his knees… and handed me the lube. I leaned down and kissed his ass licked the hole… and proceeded to pour the lube generously down the crack. I rubbed it on my cock and reached around and wet his cock with it too. He moaned for me as I did this. I put the head of my cock at his ass… and pushed gently. Instinctively he pushed back and it took nothing for me to enter him fully. As I bottomed out in his ass he groaned with me. In much the manner of fuckng a woman I began to thrust in and out of him. He felt better actually tighter and I was certainly more turned on with him than I had ever been with a woman. God I was fucking this man… in and out as he stroked his cock. He told me how good I felt… and that he wanted to be fucked harder… please Steve I want it harder deeper . I obliged willingly… my balls slapping against his ass… my hand roaming his back. I leaned down and kissed his neck and he whimpered.



Im going to turn over… He said so I withdrew for only a minute as he turned to his back and spread his legs for me. I slidback in easily. Ohhhhhh god he moaned as I did and grabbed his cock. I took his hand away and replaced it with mine. I had never felt a cock so hard and he groaned as I stroked him in time with my thrusting. The noises we made were so erotic… our moans grunts the sound of wetness the bed against the wall… calling out each others names in ecstasy. As I put his legs over my shoulders I leaned down to kiss him. I felt him moan into my mouth and he grabbed my ass to pull me in deeper. The feeling of fucking this man was beyond compare. So tight so wet so amazing.

We continued like this for only moments longer. The feeling was too much for either of us as he took his cock from me and I concentrated on fucking his ass. I grabbed his calves and he stroked his cock like lightening. Just like I had watched him do through the door here I was on top of him watching. His eyes were half slits now his groans deep and long as he fucked back against me. I could take no more turned on to the point of no return and felt that familiar rising from my balls. Except this orgasm was from the core… I could feel that I was going to cum harder than I ever had before. I warned him. oh god Michael I m so close… cum in my ass… cum for me Steve !! There was no way Id be able to hold back at that point… every muscle in my body spasmed and I thrusted harder and harder and faster and deeper into him. We were both yelling at this point and he moaned that he was going to cum with me.



I almost screamed as my orgasm hit… wave after wave of cum flowed… I couldn t stop. Ohhh god I can feel your cum Steve! I m cumming too!! With that his ass clenched around my cock his eyes closed his free hand clenching the sheet his other hand almost hard to see for as fast as it was moving. His cum flowed everywhere as the power of his orgasm lifted his ass right off the bed with my cock still in it. I was still cumming too. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh fuck !! As he shot over and over again. Cum was everywhere – on his chest my face his face the sheets. His head moved from side to side wildly in ecstasy. We had to have been cumming for a few minutes now… still lightly thrusting… we were both still hard… cum dribbling out… our bodies heaving with hard breathing… moaning quietly now… I dropped onto his chest feeling his cum now between us. He put his arms around me and held me close with what little energy he had. I kissed his face and swirled his cum back in his mouth. It tasted wonderful.



Our cocks subsided and mine slid out of his ass. We laid there like that for some time almost asleep. His hand caressed my back my hair. We finally summoned the energy to head to the shower and cleansed one another. Once dry silently I took his hand and led him to my bed (his was cum and sweat covered!) and we crawled in. Sleep came instantly. We slept in the next day. I woke and saw him there not sure if it was one of my dreams. Until he rolled over and took my hand and put it on his hard cock and kissed me. This was reality and what a wonderful way to start the day… and so it was for Michael and I… and my room is now a spare bedroom…

Young threesome gay groupsex action in a comfortable room

Dress Rehearsal

It had been a tight month and that s what had decided him. His rent was due – and he d make it – but he wouldn t be eating for the rest of the week. Male escort work beckoned…



He knew enough about the industry though to know that if he wanted to do well he d need to be available to male clients or he just wouldn t make it in his city. So here he was sitting in his car in front of the house of someone he d met on a dating website…



Single Guy 50s…horny…looking for men 25 to 45 for casual but safe sex only…drop me a line and lets see what happens from there. Beginners extremely welcome…



They had chatted for weeks discussed what fantasies he was considering – and to be honest he was curious about having a man – and there was a fair idea of what could…would…happen when the meeting finally took place. His mouth was dry from the nerves…



Minutes passed…and before he knew it he was standing at the door. The house was a villa probably early 1900s surrounded by hedges and very discreet. The door opened.



First impressions count they say…he was tall slim greying and in his 50s as he d said in the ad. Nice smile friendly voice… Come on in he said My name s Jason.



He followed Jason through the house and into the bedroom. A heater blazed out warming the room which was stylishly decorated. Tasteful pictures of naked men with muscled physiques adorned the walls…the floor was polished wood and the bed was covered with a rich purple spread. The walls were cream in shade and the curtains – which Jason began to close – matched the bed linen.



Jason moved towards him and began to undress him – no further conversation seemed necessary. He lifted up his arms to allow his t-shirt to be removed still surprised in his own mind that he was trying this. Nothing ventured nothing gained. he thought to himself.



The older man reached for his trousers and he stopped him for a moment…eyes met…he spoke. Allow me…



He stepped back and undid his belt slipping it out of the loops and letting it drop to the floor. Button zipper both were undone and he began to ease his jeans down. His cock was bulging against his briefs – whatever nerves he had were being overtaken by excitement. Jason began to remove his own clothing



In moments they both stood there briefs only and then they stepped together. Jason slipped fingers into the waistline and removed his briefs…his cock sprang forward hands slipped around to allow fingers to caress the hard shaft…he gasped suddenly at the shot of pleasure that went through him. Jason pushed his own briefs to the floor and they were naked.



Jason waited no longer…he knelt in front of the younger man and moved his head forward. Tongue started licking the hard shaft as hands explored what they could reach…chest butt legs…he just stood there lost in the sensation of it – Jason really knew what he was doing…



Just when he thought he couldn t take it any longer Jason slowly slipped his lips off his shaft and stood – Lets get into bed lover . He followed on…



Covers were pulled back and the two men eased into bed. For a few moments they lay apart looking at each other s bodies then he moved closer to his mentor and began to kiss….



Passion and desire heated him – he was surprised that he could feel this with another man. He began to move his kisses down Jason s body…rolling the older man onto his back he kissed his way down his chest playing with Jason s nipples with his tongue…



Chest ribs tummy he continued down knowing what would be coming soon and nervous about it but determined to give it a try. He felt Jason s hard cock pressing into him and as he got closer he glanced up at the older man s face. Eyes were closed and he looked as though he was lost in the pleasure of what was happening.



He felt the hard shaft against his face then ran his tongue from its base to the tip…Jason gasped in pleasure…then he took it into his mouth and began to slide his lips back and forth along it. Jason began to mutter… Ohhhhh that s good…you sure…you ve never done this…before…?



He was enjoying this…much to his surprise. It felt great to be able to make another man feel like this.



He kept sucking running his lips as far down the shaft as he could cope with right back to where he was only just holding the head. He kept at it his tongue caressing the shaft underneath as he sucked. Jason moved his hands to hold them in his hair… Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm he moaned…then he said Stop…I want to cum inside you…



This was where the nerves really hit…he knew he had to try this…and now wanted to try this…but it still freaked him out a bit. Don t be nervous said Jason as he got up to change positions I ve helped men try this the first time before…I ll be gentle on you.



He lay down on his back and watched as Jason got out lube and condoms (Safe sex only as the ad had said). Jason was as hard as a rock and he smoothed the condom onto his shaft…then some lube then he put some lube on the tip of his cock and moved over to the bed. Taking the younger mans legs he lifted them up as he lay close and helped him to move to the edge of the bed – Jason stood at the end hard cock and bottle of lube ready.



He was surprised how far his legs were able to stretch back and felt a little odd but went with it. Then he felt Jason s shaft touch his hole…it moved back and forth to spread some lube around with a bit more being applied…Jason put the bottle aside and looked down at him as he gently moved forward opening the young man s arse with his cock. He let out the breath he realised he d been holding and tried to relax as he felt the tightness of his arse being widened…



Jason slowly moved into him and as he moved in further he leaned forward and kissed him…then he began to thrust…gently slowly…it was sore but not unbearable but outweighing that was the pleasure he was feeling as the cock moved in and out…he grabbed Jason by the hips to pull him closer…ohhhh it felt good…he was surprised but pleasantly so. Jason leaned forward and perched his knees on the bed as he thrust leaning his chest into the younger man s – with each thrust he eased in as far as it felt comfortable held then slipped slowly out. Thrust in hold then out…



He was feeling the movement and loving it tight though he was… Fuck me more… he said…and Jason obliged…he pumped forward and back more quickly more raggedly now as his orgasm got closer…he pushed in once more and held and cried out as his hot cum spurted…



Jason let his orgasm subside and then slowly eased out of the younger man s tight hole. They lay down side by side and kissed again.



Well Jason began did you enjoy that?



More than I thought I would he replied Open for business he thought