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‘No, leave it on,’ I said.

‘Are you sure?’ he asked.

‘I think it’s cute.’

Tony grinned and pulled the red Santa hat back on. His eyes were twinkling. I just knew he was a mischievous fellow. He had been the only one at the bar who seemed to be enjoying himself, which is what drew me to him in the first place–that and the silly Santa hat.

I wrapped my arms around his back and pulled him closer, kissing him smack on his lips. He still tasted of beer from the bar. I kissed him again, just wanting to make sure I wasn’t imagining the whole thing.

Three hours earlier I had been feeling sorry for myself–another Christmas alone. All my friends had left town and I was left to fend for myself as had been the case for the last several years. If I didn’t have the excuse that I couldn’t get the time off from work–vacation is given out by seniority and I’m the new kid in the place–only five years –I still wouldn’t have flown across the country. If I had been feeling bad about spending Christmas alone, going to see my family back East would have made me feel even worse. I don’t get along with my family and all the bad memories surrounding the holidays and my family would have been enough fodder for all those afternoon talk shows.

Tony had been the cutest guy in the bar. He was in his mid-twenties, nice build, not too skinny, but not too bulky, dark hair and eyes, and a close cropped beard. He looked just like one of Santa’s cutest helpers.

I’m usually too shy to approach guys in bars, and in the mood I was in I don’t think I would have had the nerve to walk up to say anything if it hadn’t been for that damn hat.

‘Hey Santa, can I sit on your lap?’ I asked.

Tony burst out laughing and the guy on the stool sitting next to him scowled.

I crawled up on his lap and he whispered in my ear. ‘So, have you been a good boy this year…’

‘Jimmy.’

‘So have you been a good boy this year, Jimmy?’ he asked again.

‘Actually, too good. I want to be bad Santa. I want to be a bad boy.’

A huge grin crept across Tony’s face. ‘I have exactly the present you’re looking for.’

I wriggled in his lap and felt his cock getting hard. He was right. It was exactly what I wanted to find and unwrap under my Christmas tree.

I dragged Tony out of the bar as the other patrons looked on dismay as they drowned their sorrows in their beers. It was beginning to feel a lot more like Christmas.

I kissed Tony again, slipping my tongue into his warm, moist mouth. He sucked my tongue inside and wrapped his arms around my back. We rolled on our sides, stopping to stare into each others eyes.

We broke our embrace.

‘You know we’d be a lot more comfortable in the bedroom,’ I said.

‘If you want me to leave the hat on,’ he said. ‘We can do it out here. Anyway, its a tradition in my family that we unwrap the presents under the tree at the stroke of midnight.’

I looked up over my shoulder at the clock on the mantle. It was ten minutes until midnight.

‘What are we going to do until then?’ I asked.’

‘We can think of something,’ said Tony as he kissed me again.

When the clock struck twelve. Tony pulled back. ‘It’s time. Who goes first?’

‘You’re the guest,’ I said.

Tony reached down over and began unbuttoning my shirt, taking his time. He pulled off my shirt and dropped it under the tree. He then reached down and grabbed my crotch, squeezing my hard cock through my jeans.

‘I wonder what this is?’ he asked.

I started to laugh. I couldn’t help it. The situation was all so ridiculous.

He slowly pulled down my fly then unbuttoned the top button of my jeans. I wriggled my jeans down to about my knees. My Jockey shorts were tented my engorged cock and moist from my dribbling precum.

‘More wrapping,’ exclaimed Tony.

I laughed again.

He reached out and slipped his hands under the waistband of my shorts and slipped them down. I lifted my butt off the floor to make things easier for him.

‘Its just what I wanted,’ he said when my hard cock slapped against my belly. As I kicked off my jeans and shorts, I held onto my sides, trying to make myself stop laughing.

‘Your turn.’ he whispered.

I kissed him on the cheek and his beard scratched against my face. I pulled away and giggled.

‘Your beard tickles.’

Tony pulled me close, wrapping his arms around my shoulder. He nuzzled my neck, his beard tickling me even more. His lips seared a path down my neck and shoulders. Then, my lips met his.I opened my mouth and Tony forced his tongue into my waiting mouth,his tongue sending shivers of desire racing through me.

Tony reached up and cupped my face with his warm, soft hands. I stared deep into his dark brown eyes. He gazed back into my eyes. His look was as soft as his caress.

‘Merry Christmas,’ he said.

My mouth curved into an unconscious smile. It had been a long time since the idea of Christmas made me smile. Tony ran his hand through my dark hair. His face split into a wide grin.

I rolled on top of Tony, grabbing his strong shoulders. His arms encircled me. One of Tony’s hands rested in the small of my back. His breath was warm and moist against my face. My bare chest crushed against Tony’s hard chest. My hard cock nestled between his legs.

‘Oh, shit, Jimmy. You feel so good.’

I pressed my lips to Tony’s, sliding my tongue into his warm, soft mouth. Tony’s tongue played with mine. It wasn’t long before we were kissing passionately. I ground my hard cock into Tony’s groin as his tongue darted in and out of my mouth.

Tony rolled on top of me, the Santa hat falling in his face. He pulled it off.

‘No, come on, Tony leave it on. You look so cute in it.’

‘It’s too hot,’ he said. Tony’s breath was clipped and uneven.

I frowned and picked up the hat. ‘Come on. Do it for me.’

Tony pulled the hat back on and buried his face in my neck. He nuzzled at my neck and then caressed my sensitive, swollen nipples.

I looked up at Tony and flashed a smile. His beard and the Santa hat were still tickling me. I wriggled every time he kissed me.

Tony reached down and grasped my now hard cock in his hand. He slowly began to stroke my prick. I spread my legs wider and groaned at his touch.

‘How’s this feel?’ he asked.

Tony knelt between my legs and wrapped his fist around my swollen organ. He grabbed my balls in his other hand and squeezed the gently, rolling them around in his hand. Them he squeezed my cock a little harder and a large clear drop of precum dripped out of my piss-slit and down my shaft. Tony watched intently as my juice drizzled down my prick.

Tony clamped down on my cockhead and I thrust my hips forward, forcing my pole into his hot mouth. I pushed my cock in as far as I could. He swallowed my cock whole, taking me all the way to my pubes, stopping only when my cockhead pressed against the back of his throat. A few moments later, Tony let up on my throbbing fuckstick and swirled his tongue around my sensitive cockhead. Then he plunged down on my aching pole all the way down to my short hairs. Tony deep-throated me until I was thrashing about on the bed like a madman.

‘Oh, fuck. That feels so fucking good.’ I was already on the verge of cumming. Then Tony stopped. He took his mouth off my prick. A small thread of precum mixed with saliva strung, like a thread on a spider’s web, from my cockhead to his lips. I felt betrayed when he let up. I was ready to shoot my load. I grabbed my cock and wrapped my hand around my throbbing pole. I was determined to finish what Tony had started.

‘No. Don’t,’ said Tony. ‘I want your ass, man. You had me fucking nuts in the bar when I saw that cute ass of yours I don’t care what you say. I need your ass.’ I wasn’t about to complain. After thinking I was going to be spending the holiday alone, I wanted Tony as much as he wanted me. I let go of my cock and lifted my legs. Tony reached down and grabbed my ass. He ran his finger up and down my sweat-slicked ass crack.

‘Oh, fuck that feels good.’

Tony placed his hands on my quads and pushed my legs higher in the air. He leaned forward and began to lick my ass crack, running his tongue from top to bottom in the same route he had taken with his finger. I reached down with my hands and spread my ass cheeks wider. I wanted to give Tony full access to my asshole. He started to run his tongue in circles over my asshole. I could feel the sweat running down my ass crack. I shivered as Tony lapped it up.

I let out a groan when I felt his tongue dart through my sphincter. I felt my muscles relax and Tony continued to tongue-fuck my twitching hole.

‘Come on, Tony. Fuck me. Fuck me hard.’

‘When I’m good and ready,’ he said. Tony looked up and flashed the smile that had me melting the night before.

Tony went back to tonguing my ass. I felt my hole opening up. I was read to be pummeled by his manmeat.

Tony reached over me and grabbed a condom out of the nightstand drawer. I looked up at his broad chest and then down to the large throbbing cock that was hanging directly over me. His foreskin was bunched up behind his bulbous cockhead. It was slick with his sweat and precum. I took in a deep breath. Tony smelled of a mixture of sweat and sex–a musky smell. I could have laid there all day breathing in his aroma.

Tony scooted quickly back between my legs. I watched in anticipation as he tore open the foil condom package and slowly rolled the rubber down the length of his stiff meat.

I lifted my legs and Tony dove face first into my asscrack. He licked up and down my asscrack again before lubing and loosening me up for his big piece of meat.

‘Are you ready?’ he asked.

The only thing I could do was nod my head. Tony repositioned himself. He grabbed my legs and I lifted my ass higher. He pressed forward and I felt the fleshy knob of his cock at my manhole. He inched forward and it slipped through my sphincter. I let out a gasp. I wasn’t sure I was ready for that big piece of meat.

Tony persisted, slowly forcing his cock into my fuck-chute. I was overcome with the most incredible feelings as he jammed his cock up my ass. I laid there on my back looking up at Tony. His eyes were closed and he looked like he was in heaven. He inched his cock forward and I soon felt his hairy, sweaty balls slapping against my asscheeks.

‘Oh, fuck. You’re tight, Jimmy. Fucking tight.’

‘Come on, Tony. Give it to me. Give it to me good.’

Tony slowly inched his cock back out of my chute, stopping when he reached his bulbous cockhead. He pushed back in, this time a little faster than the first. Our sweat covered bodies slipped against each other. My cock was dripping a heavy flow of precum, coating my stomach in a puddle of my juices.

Tony quickened his tempo. He pushed his dick, deeper and deeper inside me. I was growling underneath him. I lifted my hips as far as I could bring them, trying to meet every one of Tony’s thrusts. He relentlessly pounded my ass. Tony was now pulling his cock completely out of me and then slamming it right back in.

His cock raced in and out of my ass. I watched Tony’s muscles relax and contact with every thrust. Sweat ran down his chest. The room was filled with the smell of hot, steamy mansex. I felt a tingling sensation that seemed to rise from my toes and slowly spread down the length of my body.

While Tony pounded my ass, my cock slid across and jammed in my sweat covered abdomen. I felt my balls tightening up and a torrent of hot white fluid gushed across my stomach.

‘O fuck, man. Oh, fuck.’

At the same moment, I felt Tony’s body tightening. He closed his eyes and gasped. He plowed into my ass one more time. I felt his body spasm. I knew he was cumming. I wrapped my legs around his back. Tony collapsed on top of me. He was gasping for breath. I could feel his cock softening inside of me. He slowly pulled out and removed the cum-filled rubber and tossed it in the trash can.

Tony looked down at me and smiled. ‘So,can I take this thing off now.’

I laughed. ‘Yeah, I guess now that Santa’s cum, you can take it off.’

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I got my first computer and went online when I was about thiry or so, and it was a real eye opener to see all the porn out there, especially the more specialized stuff. For about three weeks or so I was glued to the screen every spare moment, unable to stop avidly searching for still more.

At length I found a group for bareback action, which was pretty hot. I hadn’t really given in to those urges before, but something about this group made me hot to try it. I put up an ad, and in a few days I got a response. It was from a guy in a city a few miles from me. We both lived in pretty small towns, but he said he knew a couple of guys down there and that they would get together now and then for some hot raw anal action.

He asked me if I wanted to go down there, and after a few emails back and forth I said yes. I had a good feeling about this guy, and so I got myself ready and started on my way. I was in pretty good shape, with strong shoulders and a nice ass. I liked to get fucked, and so looked forward to this experience.

The guy I was going to meet was a little older than me, in his late thirties, and the other guys he mentioned were about the same age. I wasn’t sure how this was going to go down, but I was primed and ready for anything. As I got closer to the town where he lived my cock started to get hard.

I knew the layout of the place pretty well, and so found where we were supposed to meet easily and in plenty of time. It was a coffee shop in an out of the way place, one with red vinyl and chrome seats and tables to match, set behind large plate glass windows. I picked my date out of the crowd as I sat there nursing a coffee.

He came in and introduced himself as John. He was a pretty good looking guy, and I liked the way we shook hands, which was firm and friendly. We made some small talk for a while and then he asked me if I wanted to go back to his place. I said yes, and with a firm cock in my pants we left the coffee shop and headed off.

He lived about twenty minutes from where we met, so he drove us there. It was a nice house in the suburban regions of town, and had a private yard around it with lots of tall trees. There was a long driveway leading up to it, and we pulled in there and got out in front of his door.

The house was pretty nice inside, though he wasn’t giving me any tours. We headed right upstairs to the bedroom, which he had darkened by closing the curtains. We stripped in silence, my hard cock slapping against my leg dryly as I did so. He walked over to me and put his hand on my ass.

I had put a couple of pictures up on my profile, and one of them was of my ass. He told me he liked the real thing even more, and got down behind me to lick my ass for a bit. He had a soft warm tongue which felt so good on my ass. His finger wasn’t far behind, and so he entered me a few minutes later, his bare, raw cock up inside my bare ass.

I loved the way he felt, so warm and smooth, and bent over to take it better. I tried to milk his cock with my ass, but he just kept on fucking me. We both knew this was what we wanted, and it was pretty hot. He fucked me hard, spreading me open and telling me to open up my ass for him.

He slapped my cheeks from time to time, and moaned softly. Then he came, deep inside my ass. I wanted to come as well, but didn’t manage it somehow. He pulled out of me, and then I lay on the bed, on my stomach. He lay beside me for a while, and then asked if I wanted more. I said yes, and he told me that he had invited some friends over, who had all seen my picture and wanted to fuck me.

I asked how many, and he said there were three of them. My heart started to pound at the thought of this, and there wasn’t long to wait, since the doorbell rang a couple minutes later. There was the sound of voices, and a low chuckle as they came up the stairs. I had been told to wait on the bed, laying on my stomach.

They came into the room, and there was quiet, except for some low comments about my ‘sweet looking ass’. My cock was rock hard again and I was ready for more action. One of the guys put a pillow under my hips, and told me that I was going to be getting ‘seriously fucked now’. They were in their early forties, and in pretty good shape for the most part. I was so turned on my all of this.

I was made to suck them off one at a time, while the others stood around and watched, playing with the penises that would soon be in my mouth and ass. My original bare buddy sat on the sidelines for the first while, just watching. Soon I was taking one cock in my mouth, and another in my ass, all raw, as the breathing around me got heavier. I knew there was no way they were going to let me go without each of them having a piece of my ass.

The first guy had an average sized cock that felt good in my ass. He fucked me slowly, and making the most of his cock to let me know who was on top. I was sucking an older guy, with a little bit of grey in his hair. He kept putting his hands on the back of my head and telling me I was a ‘little faggot’.

I was loving this action, as one cock after another entered my mouth and ass. The room was one of those folding closet doors of mirror, and so I could see myself getting it up the ass from time to time. Each one of these guys came in my ass, and by the end some of them had come for seconds. There was the sound of heavy breathing and the smell of sex in the air.

I rolled over on my stomach at last, and one of the guys put his fingers in my ass, as the come ran out of it in a small stream despite my best efforts. A couple of guys came at the sight of that, and I was pretty close myself when a hand reached down and stopped me. It was my original bare buddy, who had come for a second shot inside my ass. He lifted my legs, and a guy got on the bed behind me and held them open. I was helpless there before him, humiliated by the fact that so many of these guys were watching me take this face to face and that there was nothing I could do about it.

He started to fuck me slowly, and when I reached for my cock another guy pushed my hand away. This was going to get a lot of these guys hot, and I could tell that this evening was far from over. I wanted more of this, and clenched my helpless ass around this guy’s penis to milk him as best I could.

My slick, come filled ass was too much for him in a shorter time that I had thought, and he came inside me for the second time. Another guy was there to take his place within a couple of seconds, and so I took each of them up my ass laying on my back, the guy holding my legs up getting his turn at last and coming the quickest of all.

It was all too hot, and though my ass was sore I didn’t care all that much. Finally I was allowed to come, and did so in great torrents all over myself and anyone near me. My legs were let down and I lay there for a minute. Someone offered me a cigarette, and I inhaled the smoke deeply, feeling the trembling of my limbs.

I towelled off and headed for where my clothes were. I didn’t want to hang around too much longer since I didn’t think my ass could take another session of these guys fucking my hole, and I didn’t trust myself not to want it enough to let them do it again. The whole idea of this kind of bum fucking party appealed to me deeply, and I told them I would come back for another session again soon.

When I said this, one of them smiled and said they would invite the ‘rest of the gang’, which made my cock twitch in my pants and my feet head for the door. My orginal bare buddy gave me a ride back to town, and we parted having made plans for another session in the near future.

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‘We’re going to fuck you hard,’ one of them told me. I was standing between two of the college’s hottest athletes. Both of them were naked, save for a towel wound strategically around their waists.

They had both sauntered in from the communal showers — their athletic bodies beaded with water — and caught me inhaling the musk from their discarded jockstraps.

The pair roughed me up for a few minutes, trying to scare me.

‘You new at this school, faggot?’ the dark haired one yelled, his fist gripping the sleeve of my t-shirt. The other one was blond, suggesting to his friend that they teach me a lesson.

‘Yeah, Tim,’ the dark haired jock said. ‘I think this kid needs to get fucked. And hard.’

Tim agreed, walking over and locking the door to the locker room so no one would walk in on us. I quickly learned the other one’s name was Jake, right before he pushed me to my knees, lowered his towel and slid a cock the size of a swollen sausage into my mouth.

‘Goddamn, Tim, this little cocksucker knows how to work it!’

Jake was plugging my face, wiping away my tears as he buried his knob between my tonsils. ‘I’m making him cry.’

‘Naw, you’re just making his eyes water. He’s fucking gagging on that tool, dude.’ Tim dropped his own towel and began to stroke his cock, working it up into a full-blown boner. Fuck!

These two guys had two of the biggest rods I’d blown in the two months I’d been on campus. I was only a freshman and I knew the two jocks were a couple years older than I was. I was only eighteen.

My body was smooth and lean, lacking the definition the jocks I was so attracted to had. Where my own chest was smooth and mildly defined, the two guys here with me had gym-built pecs that were coated in sexy hair.

Their abs were like washboards and their arms, legs and backs had been honed to perfection. I could feel their strength as they manhandled me.

Jake grabbed me by the shoulders and tore off my shirt. Then he spun me 180 degrees so Tim could thrust his cock into my mouth. His prick was huge, red and swollen. I choked as he rammed it in, burying his rod until it had disappeared down my throat. My nose was pressed into his blond pubes, the aroma of him nearly intoxicating. I gagged again and felt him start to cum.

‘Fuck man, you’re making me nut!’ His fingers grabbed my hair and he held the back of my head while he emptied out his balls into my mouth. His load was huge, gushing in thick waves over my tongue and down into my gullet.

Jake was turned on watching his friend unload in me. ‘I want a fuckin’ turn, dude.’

My mouth still full of Tim’s cum, I was spun again and forced to take all of Jake’s cock. He fucked my mouth hard, the slid in to the balls, letting me know he was about to shoot his wad in my mouth.

I choked as he started to cum, blast of sperm shooting out both sides of my mouth around his hard-on. He continued to thrust, telling me to take it all. When he was drained, he slid his cock out of my mouth and wiped the head on my face.

‘You ready to get fucked, buddy?’ Tim was behind me, hoisting me up onto the wooden bench, easing down my shorts and underwear.

He laid me down; now I was completely naked. He propped me on the edge of the bench so my hole was at the appropriate angle ‘It’s time,’ he said, spitting into his hand and wiping his fingers against my slot. He worked his fingers into the hole, greasing it up for the first cock. Jake’s cock was still hard, glistening with cum and my salvia. He squatted down behind me and pressed the mushroom head against my rosebud. I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth.

Jesus! His cock felt even larger in my ass, and he was stuffing it in with little fanfare.

‘Oh God!’ he screamed, his tool buried to the balls in me. ‘This little cock whore has the hottest hole I’ve ever plugged.’ While Jake nailed me, Tim went to the other side of the bench and tortured my nipples, tweaking the little nubs in his fingers. He kept spanking my face with his cock, trying to keep it hard for his turn.

It took Jake nearly twenty minutes to cum, but when he did, it was amazing.

As he was cumming, he slid his cock out of my ass and shot right up my back. I could feel splashes of his load smacking my neck and the back of my head. My own dick was so hard I didn’t think I could hold it in much longer.

Tim came around to the side of the bench my ass was hanging over and pushed me forward. Once my hole was level with the tip of his cock, he started to push it in. I held on tightly to the bench, nearly passing out as the thick dong sank into my fuck chute.

Once he was balls-deep, he pulled out. Then he shoved his cock back in. Hard. Over and over he did this, until I couldn’t suppress my own orgasm any longer. Rope after rope of my jism splashed onto the lockers in front of me.

‘You’re fucking milking me, bitch!’ Tim slapped my ass and rammed me harder. I groaned when I realized he was emptying his balls up my ass. His cum was hot and thick, squirting deep inside me.

After I was fucked, the pair dragged me into the showers and cleaned me up. We didn’t fuck or suck under the spray, but there was a lot of playful groping and kissing. I was surprised that two hot studs got into gay sex, but they must have had a great time since they asked me to meet them again in the locker room later that week!

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I need to get fucked.

Badly.

My desire is burning in me, and the hot summer night air is making my skin tingle and the tiny hairs on my arms stand up as if electrified.

It’s a good time to be in the park. That’s what everyone calls it, ‘the park’. It has an official name, but we like calling it our own shortened nickname. The park is the place to go when you’re horny and just want some hot sex.

No dating, no commitments, no obligations.

Just sex, hot sex.

Drive up into the hills, take a right at the fork in the road, park your car, and you’re there. There’s wide open spaces with picnic tables and pretty views of the city. That’s fine if you want a nice place to have lunch at 12 noon with the sun shining down on you.

But night in the park, that’s where the real action is.

As the sun sets and the straight couples and families leave, the park comes alive with a new kind of excitement.

The excitement of dozens of horny men seeking each other out in the comforting darkness. The excitement of the night breeze that seems to blow their desire into the air itself. The excitement of carnality that silently calls them together for couplings that are fast, insistent and full of potential danger.

I step away from the tree I’ve been standing against. Surrounded by other trees and bushes on every side, I reveal myself to the others. I can’t see them, but I know they’re there, watching me. Their eyes rove over me, and it’s like I can almost feel their stares. But I am not embarrassed, I know I’m hot, with short brown hair, slender 5’9′ frame, pretty ass.

Walking slowly, I let them watch me from their hiding places, some in bushes, some behind trees, others standing in the open but made invisible by the dark. Only patches of moonlight through the trees and light from the city below illuminate me, but I know it’s enough.

Who wants me? I think but don’t need to say. Everyone knows what I’m doing, offering myself to them, waiting to see who will be brave enough to take me, and will I accept him? I won’t let just anyone do this to me, no matter how fast and disconnected our union will be.

There are standards to be upheld, after all.

Someone is following me.

It’s like I can feel the warmth of his body, as if it radiates out from him, heat seeping from his skin into the air, into me. His feet crush the grass and leaves beneath them as he follows me, mimicking my steps and direction. We walk behind a large bush, to get some semblance of privacy even though we know there are and will be many eyes watching us.

I turn around to face him and in a ray of moonlight I see him: strong, stern face, mustache and goatee, probably 6′, 200 pounds, late twenties, bigger and taller than me. He’s wearing a sleeveless T-shirt that reveals his heavily muscled arms. Not a guy I’d want to meet in a dark alley — on second thought, definitely a man I’d like to meet in a dark alley, or a dark corner of the park.

He reached out and takes me in his arms, his hands on me strong and warm. The man pulls me close and kisses me hungrily, his tongue pushing into my mouth to explore. I respond to him, arms reaching behind him to find his ass. His butt cheeks are firm and tight, and I grip them tightly. He makes a little grunt in response. His facial hair is scratching the sensitive skin around my mouth as he kisses me and I love it. Then his mouth is on my ear, blowing his hot breath.

‘What do you need?’ he asks, his voice masculine and husky. I am tripping on his voice and forget that I need to answer him.

‘What do you need?’ he asks again.

‘Fuck me, man,’ I whisper, ‘I need you to fuck me.’

‘You get me ready,’ he answers, ‘and I’ll fuck the shit out of you.’

‘Oh yeah!’ I say as I drop down to my knees in front of him. The man is wearing jeans and hiking boots. I put my face up to the denim covering his crotch. I feel the hardness within and hunger for it.

Breathing hot breath on it, I reach up and undo his belt buckle. His cock in his jeans tenses, as if sensing the freedom that will shortly be its. I pull open his fly, and his dick strains through the boxers that conceal it. Gripping the waistbands of his pants and shorts, I pull them down together. His cock, finally free, pops up hard and full and uncut.

‘Suck it, man,’ he says above me, ‘Suck that cock I’m going to fuck you with.’

Silently I obey, taking his dick in my mouth. It is salty, heady, totally hot. It feels amazing to have it inside me — the cock of an unknown man, this stranger who is so sexy and masculine. With my mouth I gently roll back his foreskin so I can reach the sensitive head. He groans in pleasure as I do this.

‘Oh yeah, that’s so great…’ I hear him say. I gently suck his cockhead, swirling my tongue around it, trying to give him as much stimulation as I could. It feels so good to touch him this way, so intimate, his cock in my mouth, so sexy and hot. I wished I could suck him all night, but knew that was impossible. If there was one true thing about these encounters, it was that they were brief.

‘I want to fuck you now,’ he says.

‘Yeah, let’s do it,’ I say, and reach into my back pocket and pull out a condom package. I tear it open and slide the latex sheath onto the man’s dripping cock. Turning around to face away from him, I stand up. He comes up behind me and reaches around my waist with both hands. Finding the zipper of my pants, he loosens it and pulls them down to reveal my butt (I never wear underwear when I’m cruising).

‘Oh yeah…’ he murmurs, ‘…that’s one sweet ass you got, man.’

‘Thanks,’ I whisper back, ‘Now take me like a man.’

He silently obeys, pushing me against a tree to hold me in place. The man’s arms grip me tightly, crushing our bodies together. His dick is between my cheeks, sleek and ready for penetration. With one hand he guides it into my asshole, and I gasp in pain at his entering me.

It hurts but is fantastic at the same time. His cock buries itself in me, pushing through my barriers and knowing me from the inside out. I feel charged, full of energy, as if his dick is the key to unlocking my body. I hear a groan of ecstasy and realize it came from me.

‘Oh God that feels so fucking good!’ the man says behind me. He grabs my hips and starts fucking me, thrusting himself in and out of my hole.

‘Yeah, man, fuck me, stud, come on, yeah!’ I say breathlessly. His warmth radiates out from his body like it did when I felt him following me. It bathes me in heat. For this moment, nothing else exists. No other people, no outside world. We are alone, him and I, the man fucking and the man getting fucked.

These are our roles, our places in life, and can never be altered. Never in the few minutes we are sharing together that are and must be forever, if only for a little while. I am his and he is mine. Here and now, we belong to each other and our bond is unbreakable.

‘You like me fucking you, don’t you?’ he says as he pushes me harder against the tree.

‘Yeah, it’s the best fucking ever!’ I answer.

‘Nice big cock up your ass…you need it, right?’ he says, his breathing getting harder with his exertion.

‘I need it, man, come on, stuff my hole with your steel rod, yeah, I need it!’

The man pulls me back, away from the tree. I don’t understand what he’s doing until he reaches in front of me and grabs my dripping cock.

‘Oh, fuck,’ I say with delight as he starts jerking me off. It feels so good to be taken this way — just taken by another man, used by him, made to give him pleasure as he gives pleasure back to me.

Our two dicks are burning together, his inside me and mine outside me. But I know they are both going to come soon. I know I can’t take much more of this ecstasy before it overloads my brain and body.

‘I’m gonna come soon, man,’ I say.

‘Good,’ he answers, ‘me too.’

‘I’m ready whenever you are.’

‘Then let’s go for it!’ he says, and jerks me hard and fast. The man groans in my ear as his thrusts intensify, then suddenly he stops and I know his dick is shooting off inside me.

My own orgasm comes, and it’s a good thing I have the tree in front of me and him behind me because I might fall down from the intensity of this pleasure. Spunk shoots out of my cock, splattering onto the tree and grass in front of me.

The man behind me grabs me and holds tight and we both howl like animals as bliss courses through us. When we are spent, we just stand there, him leaning on me and I leaning against the tree. After a few minutes we catch our breath, and he pulls his cock out of me. He removes the condom and discards it.

We both pull our pants up and turn to face each other. For a second I see him in the moonlight — stern, handsome, but now smiling at me — then he kisses me quickly and heads into the darkness.

It is over.

I walk to my car, politely refusing the offers I get from other men on the way. I can only think of the man who fucked me tonight, he who tamed my desire, who gave me what I needed.

I’m sorry he’s gone, but I know where to find him in the future. He, like myself, will definitely find each other again, somewhere in the night…prowling the park.

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I honestly wasn’t planning on fucking my skiing buddy that night. But when he put his fingers in my mouth I knew what I had to do.

Let me back up. Blue was straight, for starters. At least I thought he was. That was my buddy’s name, Blue. I think it was the name of his dog when he was a little kid or something, I don’t remember for sure. But Blue’s what we called him.

He was handsome in a plain sort of way: not a model by any means, but a face and body you sort of got used to, and the more time you spent with him the more attractive he got. Nice brown hair, classic face, not thin, but slender. He had a nice body, even though he never really let it show: he liked wearing baggy clothes for some reason. But I’d sneaked enough glances at him when he undressed to take a shower to know the true score: he was hot.

Blue and me had been buddies in college and stayed in touch after that. In the winter we got in the habit of going snow-skiing every Friday night after class, and then after we graduated we still did it. In fact, we’re still doing it now. We lived close enough to the mountains for skiing to only be about an hour away.

We liked skiing at night. It was like we had the mountain to ourselves — the crowd of the day would be gone and only a few of us stayed till the resort closed at 10 PM. It was beautiful to see all that snow without a bunch of people cluttering it up and looking like a bunch of swarming bugs from the top of the hill. Skiing in the day was fine, we did that too, on the weekends with our mutual friends, but Friday nights were special.

It was like a special buddy night, for Blue and me. Just the two of us. For that couple of hours, I had him all to myself.

It was gorgeous that night that everything changed.

We skied off the chair lift and stopped at the top of the mountain to look around. The view was breathtaking, the slopes curving down in front of us, stretching into the distance, dotted with sparkling highlights that looked like diamonds. Our hot breath plumed out in front of us, and I was happy.

‘Now,’ Blue said, ‘let’s kick some butt.’

We gave each other big grins, and launched ourselves down the mountain. We tore down the virgin slope, leaving deep juicy trails in the snow behind us. The wind rushed by my ears, and I felt my blood pumping in my body — healthy, strong, vital. About half-way down, Blue skied off the trail into a wooded area. I followed him in, wondering what he was up to. Maybe he’d heard about some ultra-cool side run that only the best skiers could handle. But when I came into the trees, I saw that he’d stopped in a sheltered area, just about completely hidden from the rest of the slope. He was leaning against a tree, breathing heavily from our exertion.

I skidded to a stop next to him, kicking up a little snow in the process. I playfully kicked some of the snow his way, but he didn’t laugh.

‘Dan.’ Blue said, startling me. It had been so quiet, and now his voice was so electric, so vulnerable in the night air.

‘Yeah, Blue?’ I answered.

‘I need to talk to you about something.’

‘Okay.’ I said. ‘Shoot.’

‘I don’t know how to say this!’

‘It’s okay, dude.’ I said. ‘No one’s rushing you. Just say whatever it is, I can take it.’

‘We’ve been friends a long time.’ he said, staring down at his booted feet and the skis they were attached to, avoiding my eyes.

‘Yeah.’ I said. ‘Go on.’

‘Well, over the past few…years, I guess, I’ve started to have…feelings.’

‘Yes. What kind of feelings?’ I asked.

‘Feelings about…you.’

I didn’t answer, trying to understand what I’d just heard. It was very quiet on the slope, as what he’d said hung in the air between us like a cloud of exhaled breath.

‘Feelings for you.’

‘Blue,’ I said, ‘what the hell are you talking about?’

He met my eyes then, shyly, bravely.

‘Can I…touch you?’ he asked, very quietly.

‘You serious?’

He nodded.

‘Well…go ahead, I guess, if you want to.’ I said after a moment of thought.

Blue pulled off his right glove and reached out with his naked hand. We were only a few feet apart, but time slowed down as he put his hand out toward me, and it seemed to take a very long time for it to cross the distance. Finally, his fingers brushed my cheek. Very gently, like he was stroking the wing of a butterfly, like I could fly away at any second, and abandon him forever, his chance lost. I took off one of my own gloves and put my hand over his, holding it there, hard, fast and strong.

He inhaled quickly, surprised.

‘It’s okay,’ I said. ‘I’m not made of porcelain or anything. I’m not gonna break if you touch me. I’m here, I’m not going anywhere.’

He smiled then, a tiny smile, excited and scared at the same time. I let my hand drop and he kept his where it was, at my cheek. Blue started to trace the lines of my face with his hand: my nose, my eyebrows, my chin. He was staring at me and at his own fingers touching me, feeling me, exploring me, delighted with every inch of skin, rough where my beard was returning even after being shaved that morning.

‘I want to do something else…’ Blue whispered.

‘Go ahead.’ I answered quietly.

And his fingers were in my mouth, pushing in gently, moving through my lips, entering me. My groin was suddenly infused with warmth, despite the cold all around us. Hot blood coursed into my cock and it grew, stretching and protesting against my tight ski-pants. It was uncomfortable, but wonderful too.

I licked his fingers, kissing them and caressing them with my tongue.

The urge to kiss him was suddenly very strong.

I took his hand in my own, squeezing it tightly.

‘Blue.’ I said. ‘I’m going to kiss you.’

‘Oh, man, I don’t know…’ he said, frightened again.

‘Don’t be afraid. You’ll love it.’

I tried to move closer to him, to get close enough to kiss him, and my skis got tangled in his. My balance lost, I fell on top of him, and we both tumbled onto the frozen ground.

‘Aw, shit!’ he said. ‘Dan, are you okay?’

I couldn’t stop laughing. I knew how ridiculous we must’ve looked, and found it hilarious.

‘Dan!’ Blue said sharply. ‘Are you all right? Don’t scare me, man!’

I got myself under control, with a little effort.

‘Yes.’ I said. ‘I’m fine. But let’s get the hell out of here, I don’t want to miss what was about to happen.’

‘Okay.’ Somehow we got our skis untangled, and headed back down the mountain. Good thing too, the place was nearly ready to close. I knew the little motel that served the resort would be empty, since the season was still new.

The whole time we skied the rest of the way down, I felt like I was in a dream. It must’ve been all those endorphins rushing into my blood. I was exhilarated and anxious and surprised all at the same time.

We got down the hill as fast as we could, taking off our skis and boots and slinging them up over our shoulders, heading for the parking lot and the motel. We stowed our gear and grabbed our overnight bags from the car that we always had in case the road was ever closed down.

Half an hour later we were in our own room with the heater cranked up and the lights low. Our ski-pants were hanging in the shower, the caked snow on them melting and dripping down into the stall’s drain. We’d taken our aching feet out of their boots and gotten them all warm in wool socks. Our hair was messy, we were both cold but sweaty, and I thought Blue looked sexier than I’d ever seen him.

I walked over to him, putting my hand on his shoulder.

‘Listen, Dan,’ he said. ‘Maybe this isn’t such a good idea after all. You know, it’s probably a phase or something. I’ll grow out of it. Maybe we should just forget this ever happened. It’s not…’

‘Blue.’ I interrupted him. ‘You’re my best friend and I always want to hear about you’re doing and everything, but for right now, would you just shut up?’

I never knew what his answer would’ve been, because I kissed him, covering his protesting mouth with my warm lips. For a split second he resisted, then returned the kiss with excitement. It was so wonderful to kiss him, finally after all these years of being friends, buddies, dreaming about Blue and resigning myself to a life where I’d never know his passion, never really connect with him this way, never share this intimacy…

But here it was, this moment I thought would never happen.

And here he was, hard and soft and beautiful and melting in my arms like snow under a noonday sun.

I pushed my tongue into his mouth, reversing what he’d done with me earlier. He mouth was hot and wet and totally intense. Now I was the one exploring him. My hands went to his chest, feeling the hard muscle beneath the fabric and rubbing it, kneading it in my hands.

Blue pulled away suddenly.

‘Dan…’ he panted. ‘Can I take my clothes off?’

I laughed, cocking my head at him.

‘You damn well better.’ I said. ‘Unless you want me to rip them off you.’

‘Next time, maybe?’ he asked, totally serious.

I gave him a grin and jumped on him, pushing him backwards onto the bed. We both started laughing hysterically, wiggling around on top of each other like a couple of kids. It was bliss to share this with him, to be free to be silly, so silly and happy and special and priceless…

As we wrestled and horsed around, we started yanking our clothes off, tossing each piece off the bed and onto the floor. There was no pattern: first a sock came off, then a sweater, then sweat pants, then a shirt, then our underwear.

Soon we were totally naked, lying on the bed, panting to catch our breath.

Blue was smiling, his skin flushed with excitement. My eyes feasted on his body, taking in the visual banquet that I’d only sampled before, but now here it was in all its glory. He was a model of sturdy manhood: hard stomach, furry chest, strong legs, veiny arms, and between his thighs the main course…a nice fat dick with a big sexy foreskin covering the pinkish crown.

‘Dan, what are we doing?’ Blue asked, as if confused. ‘I don’t understand…I didn’t know guys could do this together.’

I reached out and felt his chest, massaging his pectoral muscles and giving his nipples a little squeeze.

‘We can do anything.’ I said firmly.

‘But…’

‘Blue.’ I said, taking his face in my hands. ‘I love you. Do you love me?’

‘I can’t believe I’m saying this but — yes.’ he answered.

‘And we show our love in all kinds of ways, right?’ I asked.

‘What do you mean?’

‘I mean, we show we love each other by the way we’re buddies, you know, like hanging out together, going to movies, doing favors for each other, skiing together.’

‘Yeah, I understand that.’ he said.

‘Well, just think of this as another way of being buddies. We can do this, and let our bodies love each other, just like we love each other in those other ways. It’s another way to be buddies…and it’s better than you can imagine.’

Blue took my hands in his and held them tightly.

‘This already feels better than anything I’ve had before.’ he said. ‘It’s incredible.’

‘I know,’ I said, ‘and it only gets better.’

I scooted close to him, wrapped my arms around him, and kissed him. He returned my intensity with his own, and our bodies rubbed and pressed together, creating a wonderful friction. Our hard cocks, trapped between our bodies, slid against each other and sent shivers of pleasure through us.

I don’t know how long we spent like that, just holding each other and kissing, alone in the night. The rest of the world fell away, everything forgotten, as we explored each other.

We hardly spoke. It was like we were from another time, a time long past — primitive men, without caution or fear, just delighting in our own bodies with beautiful curiosity.

At some point in my sensual delirium I came to long enough to know it was time to move to another level.

‘Let me show you something else guys can do together…’ I said suggestively, tearing myself away from our kiss and re-focusing my attention below his waistline.

I moved myself down into a sixty-nine position, inhaling the scent of his crotch deeply. It was rank, powerful, and unmistakable — the perfect smell of a man.

‘What’re we…’ he started to ask.

‘Blue,’ I said, ‘shut up, and open wide.’

I hoped he was ready, because I shoved my cock into his mouth at the same instant I sucked his veiny organ into mine. Blue wrapped his arms around me and squeezed tight, uttering a noise of such animal lust I can hardly describe it, even after all those English classes in school. But it was an incredible noise, so full of excitement, surprise, and even — gratitude, if you can imagine that.

And I knew that sound.

I had made it before myself — it was the sound of a man finally experiencing what it’s like to be with one of his kind, with another man. The sound of pure pleasure that only a male can give to one of his own, one of his brothers.

‘Cause we’re all brothers, all of us.

Like Blue and I were that night.

Of course, the fantastic noise was complimented by the incredible sensation of taking my buddy’s big throbbing cock into my mouth. It was so sweet to be filled by him, to feel his hard, hairy shaft of flesh and muscle inside me, down my throat, to hear Blue moan as I sucked him good, hard and long.

I took him in and out, up and down, and he worked me just the same. He wasn’t very good at it, this being the first dick in his mouth and all, but technique was the last thing I was thinking of. Gratitude is what I was feeling, just like the gratitude in Blue’s voice when I took him in.

Just pure gratitude for the amazing event that was unfolding in that small room up in the mountains one winter night.

I wondered what stars and planets were lined up in cosmic coincidence that could explain what was happening to me.

It was sweet, pure bliss. Just having this man hold me tight, to totally trust me, to follow my lead, was wonderful. And it was real, too. No dream, whether daytime, nighttime, fanciful or wet, could possibly eclipse the exquisite experience I was absorbing like a sponge in an ocean.

‘Oh Dan…’ he whispered huskily. ‘Please make love to me…’

‘What do you think I’m doing?’ I asked, laughing.

‘More, there’s more, I know there is, there’s more we can do together, more you can do to me…’

I paused for a second and just kissed him.

‘Well, I could fuck you, but…’ I started.

‘Oh please, Dan, please…’ he interrupted.

‘Are you ready for that?’

‘Yes!’

‘Are you sure?’

‘Yes!’

‘It might hurt.’

‘I don’t give a shit! I want you to fuck me!’

I laughed again.

‘Okay, okay! Give me a second…I always keep condoms in my bag.’ I stretched my arm out, trying to reach my overnight bag on the floor near the bed. I didn’t want to be away from Blue for even one second so I was trying to reach it without getting out from under the covers…got it! I wrestled with the zipper for a second, got it open, and pulled out a handful of the square plastic packages.

‘Do we really need those?’ Blue asked.

‘Yes, we do.’ I said firmly. ‘And you better promise me that you’ll always use them in the future.’

‘Uh…’ he said.

‘I won’t fuck you if you don’t promise.’

Now he was the one who laughed.

‘Sure! I promise!’ he said.

‘Good,’ I said, pouncing on top of him. ‘Watch this.’ I unwrapped one of the condoms and slid the latex sheath over my hot rod.

‘It’s all smooth and shiny now.’ Blue said, cocking his head like a dog as he looked at it.

‘Now get it wet with your mouth.’ I said, settling down on my back, resting my head in my hands. He sucked me some more, licking and slurping, until my tool was slick enough for anal action. I directed Blue to lay on his side, his back to me, with his sweet butt nuzzling my hard rod.

Guiding it with my hand, I pushed myself against my friend’s tight hole. Slowly, gently, I worked it open and entered him, my cock sliding inside his body smooth as silk.

‘Oh…’ he said.

‘You okay, buddy?’ I whispered into his ear.

‘Yeah,’ he moaned. ‘It’s fucking awesome, man.’

Even though there was no one to see it, I smiled, wrapping my arms around him and squeezing tight.

‘Blue,’ I said. ‘Are you ready?’

‘Yes.’ he answered breathlessly.

‘Then,’ I said, ‘let’s kick some butt.’

And I fucked him.

It felt so good, so incredibly wonderful, it was like a dream come true. No, wait. It was a dream come true.

I pushed myself into him, then almost back out all the way, then back in and again. He moved with me, matching my strokes with his body. He moved back to meet me as I moved deeper into him, pressing backwards against me.

Blue put his head back on my shoulder, and I kissed and licked his neck, loving how he trembled at the touch of my tongue.

‘Now, jack yourself while I fuck you.’ I whispered. He obeyed, his whole body tensing as he took hold of his own stiff cock and stroked it.

‘Oh God, this is so hot…’ he moaned.

‘You like me fucking you, don’t you?’

‘Oh yeah…’

‘It’s better than you ever imagined, isn’t it?’ I asked.

‘So true, man.’ he said. ‘So true. It’s better than anything.’

‘Can you come for me?’

‘Can I?’ he laughed. ‘I’ve been holdin’ off! I didn’t want to blow too soon.’

I squeezed him and rammed my dick into his ass hard.

‘Blow it, man!’ I said. ‘Blow it! Go for it — it’s okay!’

His whole body shuddered and he bucked against me.

‘I’m coming, Dan!’ he said. ‘I’m coming!’

‘Yeah, that’s it! Let it all go — come for me, buddy!’

Blue let out a wordless groan that got louder and louder, then peaked and slowly became a blissful sigh. I knew he was blasting his load all over the bed. His hard breathing intensified, then started to gradually slow down. Very gently, I pulled my dick out of him, and took the condom off. I turned onto my back and Blue curled up next to me, wrapping his arms around me.

And I jerked myself off, as he held me in his arms, and my orgasm swirled inside me like a twisting cyclone of pleasure. My load squirted onto my chest, and I laid there, panting, staring at the ceiling, trying to figure out how this amazing night had come to be.

After a few minutes, I realized that it didn’t matter.

And that Blue had fallen asleep next to me. I pulled the covers over us both, and settled down into the snug warmth, holding my man next to me.

Out the window I could see that it had started snowing. The flakes fell dreamily through the air, and as I watched them and felt sleep rise to take me, one thought drifted through my mind…

It was one winter’s night that I, and Blue, would never forget.

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I arrived at the Museo Archeological Regionale promptly at nine a.m. I wanted to make sure I had enough time to see the museum and some other sites in Palermo before one o’clock when everything shut down for the afternoon.

After a couple of weeks in Italy, I was beginning to think it was a conspiracy on part of the Italian government, which ran most of the museums, to keep tourists in town as long as possible, mostly out of wanting to visit all the sites. Nothing, except for restaurants, was open in the afternoon. To make matters even worse, most sites were closed on Sundays and in many towns on Mondays as well.

Quickly adapting to the schedule, I did all my site seeing in the morning, followed with a long lunch, and then spent the afternoon shopping.

That morning I was the only one waiting to get into the museum, unlike my experiences in Florence and Rome where lines of tourists stretched down the block at many of the well known attractions. I was happy only to be rubbing shoulders with the museum guards and staff as I took in the exhibit about Palermo that was on the first floor and in the courtyard of the faded pallazo.

As I was making my way up to the second floor, a group of shrieking Sicilian school children flooded into the entrance way. If I was lucky, I’d be able to explore the second floor before they got up there.

I wasn’t lingering like I usually did. I wasn’t familiar with any of the art in the museum. To make things more difficult, all of the exhibits were labeled only in Italian and I hadn’t gotten past reading restaurant menus, so I didn’t understand most of what was written on the labels.

My guidebook mentioned that the two highlights of the museum were in the bronze collection which was housed on the second floor. I didn’t want to miss the Ram of Syracuse–a 3rd Century b.c. Hellenistic work and a Roman copy of a Greek original- Hercules overpowering a stag.

The sounds of the schoolchildren floated up the stairway as I wandered from room to room looking at the exhibits. I was alone on the second floor except for a hunky security guard with a head of black curls and deep brown eyes, wearing an ill-fitting blue uniform. The guard followed closely behind me as I wandered through the galleries, making me feel like I had my own personal bodyguard.

I slowed my pace when I entered the gallery containing the bronze collection. The guard was getting me a little paranoid. I studied the life-sized sculpture of the Ram intently. Every now and then I glanced back to the guard who had made himself comfortable on a chair at the front of the gallery. He was eyeing me as intently as I was studying the statue.

My next stop was in front of the sculpture of Hercules. It was a stunning nude–man against beast. The sculpture captured all the raw animal magnetism in Hercules as he struggled with the stag. By this time I was having my own struggle. The looks the guard were giving me were getting me turned on.

I wasn’t sure if he was staring at me on purpose. I found Italian men difficult to read. As I circled the sculpture, I felt the guards eyes on me. I glanced up to the front of the room. He was still sitting in the chair, his legs spread. While I diverted my attention away from Hercules and focused my attention on the guard, he reached down and grabbed at his crotch. I had seen other Italian men do this even out on the street. They were constantly scratching at their crotches, getting me all worked up. I wasn’t sure what it was all about.

I changed my position, so I had a view of Hercules and when I looked just past the sculpture I could eye the guard.

When he grabbed his crotch again, I lost all interest in Hercules struggling with the stag. All my interest was now on the hunky guard. He was a handsome specimen. I could have stripped him naked and put him up on the pedestal along with the bronze stag and nobody would have been the wiser.

His eyes met mine and I thought I detected a bit of a smile. My mouth was watering and my cock was swelling inside my shorts. He reached down and grabbed at his crotch again. This was no random itch. Even from the distance, I could tell he had an erection.

I wasn’t sure what to do. My limited Italian only helped me get by in the restaurants and hotels. I couldn’t maintain a conversation more than a few sentences long. Deciding it was to make a move, I made my way closer and turned my attention to the glass cases that lined the walls, pretending to look at the Greek terra cotta figurines all the while I was watching the reflection of the guard in the glass.

I systematically went from case to case, getting closer and closer to him–drawn by some inexplicable force. His eyes were on me the whole time. When I got to the last case, I turned and the guard was standing right in front of me.

‘Andianmo,’ he said.

I understood what he wanted, but go where?

I gave him a puzzled look, but didn’t make the effort to speak. He pointed to two wooden doors–one had a metal plaque with the outline of a woman and the other had the familiar outline of a man–the rest room.

As soon as we closed the door behind us, I could hear the commotion of the school group echo throughout the second floor.

There wasn’t much room to navigate. The rest room was built only for one. We stood there sizing each other up as the noise in the gallery got louder.

I stepped closer to the guard. His breath warmed my face. The stench of urine filled my senses. The guards eyes darted nervously back and forth. My heart was pounding as I pressed my lips to his mouth, taking it with a savage intensity. I forced my thrusting tongue deep inside his mouth.

The guard reached around and latched the door. When he finished he kissed me back. His mouth covered mine, hungrily. His tongue sent shivers of desire racing through me. I was practically in a state of shock. I couldn’t believe what was happening.

Filled with an animal lust, I wanted this guy something fierce. I pushed the guard backward, pressing his back up against the bathroom door. As I fumbled with the buttons on his shirt, I practically tore them off. I pulled his uniform shirt down off his shoulders, exposing his broad fur-covered chest and finishing by pulling the tail of his shirt out of his pants.

I stood there staring. He was built like one of the statues of the ancient gods that were on the other side of the door. A gold cross hanging from a delicate chain nestled in the tufts of his jet black chest hair. His chest was solid flanks of hard flesh and his abs were ripples of muscle.

I buried my face in the nape of his neck, inhaling his musky scent. Groaning loudly as I worked my mouth over his flesh, he rolled his head back and closed his eyes while I gave him pleasure. I bit down on his neck and then grabbed his nipples and pinched his tits, working his nubs until they were red and swollen.

The guard ground his crotch against mine, his body rocking back and forth. I swore I could feel his thick cock throbbing even through my jeans.

‘Oh fuck. That feels so fucking good.’

The guard opened his eyes and smiled.

‘Americano,’ he said.

‘Si, americano.’

I nodded and reached down and grabbed his crotch. His cock has hard. I was in the same condition.

Sitting down on the toilet, I stared up at the guard. There wasn’t any ventilation in the bathroom. Sweat tricked down my neck and my forehead. The guard was sweating, too. His chest was covered in a sheen of perspiration from the rounded flanks of his upper chest muscles to his rippled belly. A trail of dark hair ran from his navel and disappeared into his blue polyester uniform pants. His large bulge was packed in his pants, straining to get free.

I reached out to grab his crotch. As I squeezed the hard budge in my hand, my own cock ached in my pants. The guard let out a soft moan as my hand lingered, and I squeezed his dick even harder.

Fumbling with his belt buckle, I pulled down his fly. The guard assisted and slid his hands inside the waistband of his pants and they fell to his ankles. He stood there wearing only a shit-eating grin and his sweat and piss stained bikini briefs.

The guard moved closer, his pants all bunched up around his shoes. I sat there on the toilet, staring up into his eyes. He then pressed his crotch in my face. There was a big wet spot on his briefs where the outline of his cock bulged. I could tell he was uncut. I couldn’t wait to wrap my lips around his dick and suck him off.

The guards’s smell was intoxicating–a mixture of piss, sweat and precome. I thought I had died and gone to heaven. I hadn’t expected any of this when I made plans to visit the museum.

I mouthed the thick column of flesh that filled the briefs. The thin cotton, which was barley holding back the monster piece of meat, was damp from my saliva and the guards dripping cock juice.

The guard muttered something in Italian. I didn’t really understand what he had said, but I knew what he wanted. I wanted it, too.

I squirmed my tongue under the elastic waistband of his briefs and then took the material between my teeth, slowly peeling back his underpants until his big dick slapped against my cheek when it was finally freed. The guard grabbed the back of my head thrust his hips at me, nearly taking out my eye with his swollen spear.

‘Hold your horses there.’

I reached behind the guard, pushed his briefs down so that they hung around his knees, and then cupped my hands on his fuzzy asscheeks. Taking his cock in my mouth, I swallowed it in one gulp, not stopping until I mashed my face in his bush.

The guard groaned as I worked my mouth over his hard tube of flesh. I managed to push his foreskin behind his cockhead so that I could lick at his dripping slit.

The guard began to thrust his hips back and forth. His big cock slid in and out of my mouth and his nuts pounded against my chin. I held on to him tightly, my fingers sinking into the fleshy globes of his firm butt. He was so hot. I couldn’t get enough.

Licking up and down the guard’s cock, I worked my way to his flared cockhead. Swirling my tongue around his swollen knob, I spread his flowing juices over his big red cockhead, all the while enjoying the salty-tangy taste of his dribbling precome.

We both froze when we heard somebody at the men’s room door. The guard’s face flushed with fear. He didn’t have to say anything. I knew what he was thinking. What if it was one of the kids from the school group? He must have been freaked, thinking about getting caught with his cock down an American tourist’s throat.

He quickly pulled his shriveling cock out off my mouth. I raised my index finger up to my lips, signaling him to be quiet. The door rattled again, followed by voices.

I, on the other hand, was even more turned on by our predicament. Just the idea of getting caught made the situation even hotter. It didn’t matter to me. I didn’t know a soul in Palermo.

The guard looked mortified when I hauled out my eight-inch cock and started to slowly beat my meat. He turned around and grasped his pants, looking like he was going to make a run for it. As he bent over trying to pull up his pants in the cramped room, my face was inches from his luscious butt. I didn’t want him to leave. We weren’t done. He wasn’t thinking. If he opened the door, everybody in the gallery would see us.

He bent over further, pulling his pants up to his knees. I was in heaven eyeing his ass. It was firm, round, and covered with a sprinkling of dark hair. His cheeks spread as he stooped down, exposing his pink asshole.

Before he hiked his pants all the way up, I jammed my face into the guard’s crack. I quickly put my hand over his mouth, hoping to prevent him from screaming out. Whoever was on the other side of the door was still there. I could hear voices.

When the door rattled for the third time, I darted my tongue inside the guard’s hole. He bit down on my fingers, nearly drawing blood. After a few moments the voices hushed and footsteps followed.

The guard turned and smiled. I went back to rimming out his ass. He bent forward, his palms pressed against the door, and he started grinding his ass in my face. His ass was funky and moist, the raunch and sweat were all there for me to enjoy.

I felt down between the guard’s legs, as my tongue slid in and out of his asshole. I grabbed his cock, which was now hard again, barley able to wrap my fingers all the way around his thick shaft. His groans grew louder and more intense as I rubbed my hand up and down his cock, slowly coating his shaft with his dribbling precome. The guard was now groaning loud enough for anybody on the other side of the door to hear him.

I reached into my backpack and pulled out a condom, chuckling to myself. I had been carrying the rubbers around with me, just in case I got lucky on while on vacation. I was finally going to get to use one.

Unhitching my belt, I slid my pants and damp shorts over my ass until they bunched up just below my knees. I rolled the rubber down my cock as quickly as I could.

I motioned for the guard to turn around. With the fucking I planned on giving him, I didn’t want his pressed up against the door just in case somebody else needed to go to the bathroom before we were finished.

The guard was grinning ear to ear when he turned around. He had his hand wrapped around his cock and was slowly fisting his swollen shaft.

I placed my hands on his stubbled covered cheeks and pulled him closer, slipping my tongue into to his hot, moist mouth. As we kissed, he pinched my tits through my shirt.

The guard repositioned himself, spread his legs as he stood over the toilet, and braced himself against the cold tile walls that were covered in graffiti. His light blue work shirt draped down his back, framing his creamy colored asscheeks. His shirt was stained from sweat, a long wet mark ran from the tail of his shirt up to the collar.

I unbuttoned my own shirt and moved in closer, sticking my dick in his ass crack, rubbing it up and down and gently nudging his hole with the head of my cock.

‘I bet you’re fucking tight.’

I reached down and stuck one of my fingers into the guard’s crack. It was slick with sweat. Probing his pucker with my finger, I teased him, loosening him up just enough to get my dick inside.

‘Oh, baby you’re good and ready.’

I pressed my cock head against his sphincter, pushing against the ring of muscle until my cockhead pushed through. Grabbing a hold of his broad shoulders, I held on to the guard as my cock sunk deeper and deeper into his red-hot bowels.

My whole body flexed against the guard’s tight ass as I rammed my cock in his hole to the hilt. Dripping sweat stung my eyes. I tried not to lose my balance as I fucked him. The lack of circulation in the bathroom was getting to be too much. I wiped the sweat off my brow with my forearm. The moist air filled my lungs as I gasped for breath while pounding the guard’s ass. The back of his shirt dampened with perspiration until it was almost soaked all the way through.

The guard was furiously jerking his cock while I fucked his tight ass. Growling up a storm, he sounded like he was going to come any minute.

‘Take my cock, you motherfucker.’

I wrapped my arm around the guard’s middle and worked my hand over his hairy chest until I found his hard, pointed nipples. I tweaked his tits while my balls slapped his ass cheeks.

‘Oh shit. I’m getting close,’ I growled. ‘So fucking close.’

I sensed the guard was close as well. His body tensed up and he shuddered right before his head racked back and he sprayed the toilet with a huge amount of come. It dripped down and the sides of the grimy porcelain and puddled up on the toilet seat. The scent of freshly spilled jizz filled the room.

I pounded the guard’s ass several more times, until every muscle in my body tensed, as my own impending orgasm rose from deep inside me.

‘Oh shit. I going to shoot.’

I clamped my mouth down on the guards’s sweaty neck as the come shot like bullets out of my throbbing cock, filling the rubber with a huge wad of spunk.

‘Oh, shit. Oh, fuck.’

I held on to the guard gasping, trying to catch my breath. The taste of his salty sweat lingered on my lips. I was certain the memory of the encounter would stay with me for years.

I pulled my softening cock out of the guard’s now tender ass and then removed the come-filled rubber. My jism dribbled out of the condom and landed with a splat on the tile floor. Dropping the rubber, I pulled some toilet paper off the roll and cleaned the rest of my come of my now soft dick.

I hiked up my pants and buttoned my shirt. The guard was still braced against the wall, his chest still heaving up and down as he tried to catch his breath.

The guard pull up his pants as I opened the door and headed back into the gallery. The sound of the door slamming behind me echoed off throughout the gallery. I crossed the room, took one last look at the statue of Hercules as the guard came out of the bathroom with a big smile on his face.

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It pays to be neighborly.

I knew I had to have Jase from the first moment I saw him. He was definitely the hottest guy to move into the apartment building since I’d lived there. He was tall, with great blond hair and a prize-winning smile. His body was slim and toned from daily workouts, with beautiful washboard abs and luscious round melon-globe ass-cheeks.

There were a lot of nice-looking guys in our building, but Jase won the grand prize without even trying. But the best thing about him was that he was so damn nice. Most guys even half as hot as him act like they’re God’s gift to men, but not Jase.

The first time I saw him was when he was moving in. I had heard the empty apartment next to mine had been rented out to someone new. I was coming home from work and he and his buddies were carrying stuff in from the street. His friends were nice-looking, so I couldn’t help but stare for a second. They smiled at me as they walked in, sacks over their shoulders and boxes under their arms. I gave them a big smile back.

‘Can I give you a hand?’ I said.

‘Sure,’ one of the guys said. ‘Go see Jase, he’s out at his car.’

‘You got it.’ I said and headed down the stairs to the driveway out front. There was a Jeep parked there, with the most gorgeous asathing in his wonderful smell with my mouth, my nostrils, everything. I wanted to melt into him, be one with him…but I had to get him ready first.

I did what I had wanted to do since I had first seen his ass sticking out of his Jeep. With my tongue I delicately liked the outside of his asshole, gently stroking and caressing it. I licked up and down his ass crack, coating it with a sheen of my spit, sucking up the droplets of sweat I found there. Luxuriating in his body, I loved having Jase all to myhe said. ‘I’m Jason, but everyone calls me Jase. What’s up?’

I’d like to undress you and lick your body all over… I thought.

‘Tyler?’

‘Oh,’ I said out loud. ‘Your buddies said you could use some help?’

‘Great!’ Jase said. ‘Thanks a lot. Just grab whatever’s handy…’

I wondered if the cock I saw flopping around inside his shorts would qualify. Then I grabbed some stuff out of the Jeep and joined him in carting it up to his new place.

I got the sense Jase found me as hot as I found him. The whole time we were working he kept brushing up against me and ‘accidentally’ running into me. He had to have seen the boner that was growing in my pants. His smell got me even more horny, a sweet musky mixture of soap from that morning’s shower and sweat from the afternoon’s move.

With all of us helping, we got all Jase’s stuff into his apartment by the time it was dark. His buddies said good-bye and went out for some beers. I was feeling sticky and sweaty, so I had a good excuse to take off my shirt. Jase practically licked his lips when he had a look at my chiseled chest and stomach. I wiped my forehead off with my shirt, then slung it over my shoulder.

‘I’m going to take a shower,’ I said. ‘That about it?’

‘Yeah,’ he said. ‘That was the last, um, load from my old place.’

He stuck out his hand again.

‘Hey, Tyler, thanks for your help.’

‘No problem, guy,’ I said, shaking his hand.

‘Really,’ he said. ‘We’d still be at it if it wasn’t for you.’

‘Well, maybe you can make it up to me sometime.’ I said with a grin and headed out the door.

‘Count on it,’ he said.

When I got back to my own apartment I took a long cool shower and thought about Jase. I wanted to jerk off but decided to save my juice for later. Not wanting to deprive myself too much, I gave my cock a few nice strokes while I thought about his pretty body and prettier face.

I liked walking around my place in just my underwear, so after I toweled off I pulled some briefs on (tucking my still-hard dick inside) and lay down on my bed. Staring at the ceiling, I couldn’t think about anything but Jase.

What’s stopping me from going back over there right now? I asked myself. Nothing I answered and got up. After yanking some sweat pants on over my underwear, I headed over to my new neighbor’s apartment. I figured it was time I paid him a welcome-to-the-building visit.

His front door was open, and through the screen I could see him busy inside. His stuff was a mess all around him, he must’ve started to unpack already. He was still in his moving clothes, sweaty and grimy from the day. Mmmm-mmm, he looked good enough to eat. I could’ve stood there and watched him for an hour, but didn’t want to be seen standing outside his door like a peeping tom.

‘Jase?’ I said. He looked up suddenly, like he wasn’t expecting anyone, but then broke out into a big grin when he saw it was me.

‘Tyler.’ he said, walking over to the door and opening it. ‘Come on in…’

I did and closed both the screen and the door behind me. Letting out my breath in a sympathetic sigh, I looked around at the job ahead of him.

‘Moving’s tough, isn’t it?’ I said.

‘Aw, it aint so bad,’ Jase said. ‘Especially when you’re moving into a place that’s got guys as hot as you.’

That did it.

I stepped forward and kissed him, open mouth and full tongue. He dropped the stuff in his hands and returned the invasion, forcing his tongue between my lips. It was electric to kiss him like that, to have his full pouting lips against mine. Our breath merged together, mine hot and wet, his cool and dry.

As soon as I had gotten close to him, his scent returned to my nostrils with a vengeance. I loved how he smelled so much I imagined every pore in my skin opening up to suck in as much of his essence as possible.

My hands were on his chest, exploring and feeling every inch of it. I gripped his firm pectorals, kneading the hard muscles, and playfully tweaked and twisted his large brown nipples. They stiffened between my fingers, and I knew I had to have them in my mouth.

Leaning down, I took his left tit between my lips and bit it softly. Jase let out a little yelp that was music to my ears. I assaulted his nipple, stabbing, swirling and caressing it with my tongue. Switching to the other one, I did the same, sucking it softly with my mouth and then gnawing it delicately with my teeth.

From this choice vantage point, I got a delightful indication of how Jase felt about what I was doing to him. His cock was stretching through his shorts and poking into me. It was so wonderful to know I was making him feel as good as he did me. He was such a fucking hot stud, it was a dream come true to have him there right where I wanted him. His tits deserved more work, but there were more urgent matters to attend to. My own boner was straining against my sweat pants and I knew it better get some attention soon or there was going to be trouble.

I stood back up to my full height and planted my lips on his again, and we got into a hot little sword fight with our tongues. When I managed to break our lip lock, I looked deep into his eyes.

‘Looks like it’s time you paid me back for the help I gave you today…’ I said, my voice breathless and throaty as I put my hands on his shoulders and started pushing him down.

‘The pleasure’s all mine.’ he grinned as he got the idea, kneeling down until his face was level with the dripping bulge in my shorts. I figured the pleasure would be mutual, but let it go, not wanting to distract my hot new neighbor from his task.

Jase kissed my belly button, then stuck his tongue into it. It felt so nice and tickly it almost made me giggle like a kid. Then he was running his tongue back and forth along my rows of ripped abs, like he was polishing them with his mouth. It felt great, but I was anxious for him to get to the main attraction.

‘Come on, Jase,’ I said. ‘You know you want it…take out my dick and suck it, man!’ He laughed against my stomach.

‘Patience is a virtue…’ he said.

‘Fuck virtue.’ I mumbled, but the sensations he was delivering to my abs were so delicious I couldn’t have hurried him if I’d tried.

After an eternity, I felt his teeth lock onto the waistband of my sweat pants and pull down. I gasped as my cock struggled upward, as if it sensed that freedom was near. With a few more yanks, Jase had gotten my sweats down to my knees. Now there was nothing between my dick and that mouth of his but my Calvin Klein briefs.

He nuzzled my crotch, purring and growling like a jungle cat, the feel of his mouth in my most intimate area making all the hair on my arms stand on end in pleasure. Jase mouthed my cock through my underwear, his hot breath blowing through the fabric to heat up the already overheated tool beneath. His tongue sampled the spreading stain of pre-cum on the front of my briefs, then greedily slurped and sucked at it like it was a tasty dessert.

He was an animal in the body of a stunning young man! I’d struck the motherlode with this one. I was sure glad he was moving in, ’cause it meant he would hopefully be mine to play with whenever I wanted.

Then he was gripping the waistband of my underwear between his teeth, slowly but surely pulling it down to join my sweats at my knees. My dick sprang out, hard and full and ready for action.

What a damn tease this guy was! Instead of diving right down on it, like I wanted him to, he started delicately stroking my shaft with his tongue, sending little shivers of excitement and electricity up and down my body. I must have let out a little moan because he giggled again, a wicked devilish sound. He knew what he was doing to me all right.

Jase’s tongue rose up the full nine inches of my shaft, just touching the ridge of the head before sliding back down to caress the hairless flesh at the base. He was making me so horny I felt like I could shoot my load without even trying. He was driving me crazy with desire, bringing me right to the edge of ecstasy and then pulling back.

I felt like I would go out of my mind if I didn’t get my cock in his mouth quick. Grabbing a healthy fist-full of his blond hair, I pushed Jase’s head down where I wanted it.

‘Open your mouth, man,’ I said. ‘You still owe me for my help today.’

His mouth opened and I plunged my tool between those rosy lips and down his throat. Oh man, it felt so fucking good I almost didn’t heard him gagging and choking. I let go of his head so he could pull off if he wanted to, but he didn’t. To my delighted surprise he kept deep-throating me like his life depended on it. The sight of him on his knees with my rod in his mouth was beautiful to behold. I wished I had a camera to capture the moment forever.

Jase was a world-class cocksucker, better by far than anyone I’d had before. His tongue swirled around the shaft like it wanted to memorize every vein and contour. He rubbed my dickhead against the back of his mouth like he was trying to gag himself. I felt his throat flex around my tool and I knew he was gulping down the buckets of pre-cum that were oozing out of me.

It was time for some heavy-duty face-fucking. I grabbed the back of Jase’s head and held it in place while I started pumping my meat in and out of his mouth. He moaned in ecstasy, and I knew that this was a guy who liked having his partner call the shots. That suited me fine, I’d always been the dominant one in all my relationships.

Screwing Jase’s mouth was pure heaven. I heard my balls slapping against his chin and it was the sweetest sound I’d ever heard. His hands found my calves and rubbed them up and down. Flexing my legs in response, I got a nice reaction when he groaned and groped my legs which had now become cords of solid muscle. He moved his hands up until he found my buttocks, then grabbed on tight.

He couldn’t get enough of my cock. He actually pulled me forward, like he was trying to get even more of me inside him. I obliged and forced it in ever farther. My fists clenched tighter in his hair to let him know he wasn’t going anywhere.

‘That’s it, Jase,’ I said. ‘Take it all, take all of me inside you with that hot mouth…’

He furiously started working me, moving forward as I plunged into him. Pleasure surged into my cockhead and I could feel the cum boiling in my balls. If he kept this up I would shoot off any second. But as hot as it was, I didn’t want to cum, not yet. Jase was a delicacy, a rare meal to be prolonged and savored. I had to make this last longer.

‘Oh no you don’t,’ I said teasingly. ‘Not yet.’ Pulling his head away from my crotch, I saw his eyes were on fire with excitement. He was so delectable I wanted to eat him up.

‘But I’m still paying you back for your help today…’ he pleaded.

‘You’ve paid that off free and clear.’ I said. ‘Now it’s time for me to give you something, to welcome you to the building.’

‘Oh yeah? What’re you going to give me?’

‘My cock in your ass.’ I said. ‘I’m going to fuck you, Jase. I’ve got to get into that butt of yours…’

He smiled that smile again and his teeth were as white and sparkly as a toothpaste commercial. I started to push him down so he could lie on his back, but he bumped into some boxes. We tried a different angle and the same thing happened. I tried to shove the boxes out of the way, but they wouldn’t move — they were fenced in by more piles of junk behind them. We were surrounded by stuff on all sides.

‘Damn,’ I said. ‘There’s no fucking room!’

Jase looked at me with come fuck me eyes.

‘Isn’t there anywhere else we can go?’ he said.

That did it. I jumped to my feet, yanking him with me. Then I scooped him up and tossed him over my shoulder.

‘Yeah, there is.’ I said. He laughed but didn’t try to struggle out of my grip. I kicked the boxes out of the way and carried him out the door. It was so fucking hot to carry him like that — to have this hot muscular stud boy over my shoulder, his hard cock digging into me. For right now, tonight, he belonged to me.

As I carried Jase down the walkway between our apartments, one of the other guys who lived in the building saw us through his window. He grinned and gave me a big thumbs-up gesture. I waved back and then we were at the door to my place.

I pushed it open and brought my man inside. The door slammed shut behind us as I brought him to my room. I let Jase fall off my shoulder onto my bed. He bounced up and down, laughing like a little kid.

‘That was fun,’ he said. ‘Can we do it again?’

‘After I fuck you,’ I said. ‘Toss me the works from the bedside drawer.’

He stretched his hand out to pull open the drawer of my night stand. Inside he found a bottle of lube and some condoms. He tossed them to me and I caught them, dropping them down on the bed next to me.

‘Nice place,’ he said, looking around.

‘Thanks, now take your clothes off,’ I said as I stripped off my own.

‘Don’t you want to put a towel down or something?’ Jase asked, laying back on my expensive bedspread.

‘Fuck the bedspread.’ I said. ‘I want to give you your present, now!’ The sight of this hunky man squirming around on my bed was about to make me shoot off. I had to get inside him again. If the taste of his mouth was any indication, his ass was going to be one fantastic ride.

I jumped on the bed and helped him strip, yanking off his shorts while he took off his shirt. His cock was beautiful, about eight inches long, hard and dripping like mine. The thinnest dusting of blond peach fuzz covered his crotch, leading up his abs with a pleasure trail that disappeared halfway up his chest.

On my knees, I grabbed Jase by the ankles and flipped him over on his stomach. He immediately started grinding his dick into the bed and stuck his butt up in the air. His hairless asshole was tight and perfect, like a little rosebud just waiting to get invaded by me.

I dove down onto him, anchoring him in place with my body. This guy wasn’t going anywhere until I was done with him. First I just stuck my face between his cheeks, breathing in his wonderful smell with my mouth, my nostrils, everything. I wanted to melt into him, be one with him…but I had to get him ready first.

I did what I had wanted to do since I had first seen his ass sticking out of his Jeep. With my tongue I delicately liked the outside of his asshole, gently stroking and caressing it. I licked up and down his ass crack, coating it with a sheen of my spit, sucking up the droplets of sweat I found there. Luxuriating in his body, I loved having Jase all to myself, here, now in my own bed.

I suddenly stuck my tongue into my asshole and he let out a moan of pleasure. His ass moved up and back to meet me, helping my tongue get further inside. He tasted as good inside as he did outside, and I rolled my tongue around trying to feel as much of him as I could.

He responded so well to getting tongue-fucked I replaced my tongue with one finger to see if he liked it as much. He liked it more, pushing back on me further and even humping my finger a little with his cheeks. I gently pushed a second finger in, then a third. Jase was groaning with delight now, his hands gripping the edge of the mattress tight.

‘Please, Tyler,’ he said. ‘Please fuck me…I want it, I need it, give it to me now!’

That was all the encouragement I needed. Rearing back on my knees, I tore open one of the condom packages and slowly rolled the latex sheath over my tool. I loved how it felt, all tight and constricted…condoms made my dick look even bigger, the veins standing out sharply.

I squirted a generous helping of lube into my palm and slathered up my cock with it, thrilling to the bursts of pleasure that shivered through my body at the touch of my hand.

Jase was whining and crying like an animal, rubbing his dick frantically into my bed and pushing his butt back at me.

‘Fuck me, Tyler, please, man…’ he moaned. ‘I need your hot meat in my ass, give it to me, please…’

After all his teasing, now he was the one begging for it. Well, I’d let him see how it feels. I gripped my dick in my hand and guided it up and down his ass crack, following the same path my tongue had taken. Jase shuddered at the feel of my hard tool against his butt.

‘Please take me, man…’ he groaned.

I slapped his butt playfully.

‘Wait…wait…’ I said. ‘Patience is a virtue.’

‘Fuck virtue!’ Jase said. ‘I need your cock in my ass!’

I laughed at him, teasing his ass with my dick. He was right, he did need me inside him, almost as bad as I needed to be there. Grabbing his ankles again, I flipped him over on his back. His eyes were crazed with lust. I tossed his legs up over my shoulders and aimed my boner at his puckering hole.

‘Welcome to the building, Jase,’ I said, and rammed my cock inside his asshole. He flung his head back and howled with ecstasy. It was awesome being inside him. After getting him all opened up with my tongue and fingers, he was more than ready to take my meat. His ass-muscles expanded and contracted, seizing my dick as if it belonged there.

This was the sensation my body had been craving — I was finally one with this incredible man, joined in the most intimate way we could be. It was like our bodies were joining into one, both halves fusing together by the power of our attraction.

Digging my knees in, I started plowing into the gorgeous man below me. No time for gentleness any more, I just reamed Jase’s ass like there was no tomorrow. It was fan-fucking-tastic. He was the best bottom I’d ever screwed, moaning and crying and yelping with pleasure like he’d never been nailed before.

‘Push back on me Jase,’ I said to him. He obeyed, grabbing hold of the mattress and forcing his butt back onto my dick even further. ‘That’s it, yeah, you’ve got it…’

My mind was overflowing as my pleasure centers were stimulated again and again and again. It was so incredibly wonderful to see Jase lying there impaled on my cock. I leaned forward, pressing his legs down, until we were face to face. He was flushed and sweaty, his eyes locking on mine as his mouth slacked open in disbelief.

It was so fucking cool. I leaned in and kissed him, my tongue hungrily invading his mouth like my cock was invading his ass. Now I had him plugged at both ends, he was mine and only mine. My dick was swelling up inside the condom. It had almost reached the point of no return. I didn’t want it to end, but I couldn’t hold back any more. Pulling gently out of Jase’s butt, I peeled the condom off and grabbed hold of my dick.

‘I’m gonna shoot off, man,’ I said. ‘Do it with me…’

Jase gripped his own rock-hard cock in his fist and started pumping it. We got into perfect sync, our strokes matching each other’s exactly. Together we worked ourselves, and seconds later we were ready.

‘I’m gonna cum, Tyler…’ Jase said, his voice breaking in bliss.

‘I’m right with you, man, go for it!’ I said.

He let out a yell of pleasure and release just as I felt my own starburst of ecstasy. My cock flexed, jizz shooting out of it to splatter all over Jase’s chest. At the same time his own boner spurted out great wads of sticky manjuice, and together we let out cries of joy and relief that drowned each other out they were so loud.

A second later I collapsed on top of him, our mutually jettisoned cum mixing and fusing together just like our bodies had moments earlier. We put our arms around each other and hugged tightly, moaning and sighing into each other’s ears. We lay there for a few minutes, catching our breath, before either of us said anything.

‘Mmmm…’ I said. ‘Did you like your present?’

‘Are you kidding?’ Jase said, laughing. ‘Nothing like getting fucked good and hard to let you know you’re welcome in a new place!’

‘Well, you’re welcome over here anytime…’ I said. ‘And let me know if you need some help unpacking…’

‘I will…I love your kind of help.’ he said with that devilish grin, as he caught a hold of my cock. At the touch of his hand it started getting hard again.

Like I said, it pays to be neighborly.

THE END

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My best sexual encounter involved a pair of underwear. It was last summer, on a day that was so hot and sticky you couldn’t bear to be outside for more than a minute or two. At 38, no one would ever accuse me of being a ‘mall rat,’ but as hot as it was that day, the mall was straight where I headed. I can still remember the feeling of relief I had walking inside into the air conditioning.

I went straight to a pretzel vendor and was talked into some deal where you got a free pretzel if you purchased one of those monster sized drinks.

Since it was such a hot day, I’ll be damned if I didn’t slug the whole thing down in about five minutes.

I’m a guy watcher and I love to look at other guys when the weather is hot. Half the guys in this mall were dressed in tight shorts and tank tops. I’m pretty bold sexually, and the type to walk around in public with a full-blown hard-on in my shorts. Some of the guys I saw while walking around were nine or ten on a scale of one to ten, so my shorts were tented in no time. I tend to enjoy (visually and sexually) guys ten to twenty years younger than I and this mall was the perfect place to enjoy them. All that college aged flesh on display.

I’m a sucker for tans and big arms. I nearly creamed my pants when a kid who had to be just out of high school walked passed me and flexed (not for me, he just happened to do it) his arms. He was wearing a dark tee with the sleeves torn out, his muscular bare arms golden as roasted marshmallows. This little jock had me so worked up, I knew I had to get off.

By then, that mega-drink had worked its way through me and I had to take a killer piss. I checked the mall directory and tracked down the nearest men’s room. It was off the beaten path and took me about ten minutes to reach it. By the time I pulled out my cock, I thought my bladder was going to explode. I don’t know how long I stood there, draining my cock into the urinal.

A kid came in while I was having my piss. He was about twenty, twenty-one and dressed just how I like them. He was wearing a baggy tank top that revealed most of his lean upper body and a pair of black nylon shorts. You know, the kind with the little holes in the fabric that breathe real well. The young guy took a urinal two down from me and stared at the wall ahead. I shamelessly looked at his crotch, eager to see what kind of cock he had.

He wasn’t going to let me look that easily. His hand was blocking his rod; all I could see was his underwear, which were bright red and really low cut. At that point I figured it for a thong, narrow elastic straps around his waist, high cut on either side of the pouch. Nice tight cotton basket with a good sized bulge where his nuts rested.

I was done pissing by now, but I wasn’t in a hurry to step away from the toilet. I jacked my cock a little, working it up into a hard-on again. I made sure to exaggerate my hand movements, wanting to catch the kid’s attention. He wasn’t taking a piss. Maybe he was pee shy, but I had a feeling he was in here cruising. Finally I got him to turn his head slightly, looking down toward my cock. I was fully hard now, and as soon as I had his attention, I stepped back, moved my hand and gave him the full view.

He staggered a little when he saw how hung I was. I’m pretty big and get a lot of good reactions the first time guys see it. His eyes drifted up and met mine, then he quickly looked away. He pulled up his shorts and flushed the toilet. I jacked my cock for a few more seconds, then walked (didn’t pull up my own shorts) over to the stalls and took the one on the end. Not only did I not lock the door, I left it half open, so the kid would be able to look in when he walked past.

He pissed around at the sink for a minute, then pretended to dry his hands with a ton of paper towels. Sure enough, he inched closer and closer to the open door and peeked inside my stall. I was on the toilet, my shorts down around my ankles.

I let him watch for about thirty seconds then said, ‘You can watch me beat off, but come into the stall and shut the door. I don’t want anyone to walk in and see.’ It took him a minute to make a decision, but his desire to see me jack my big cock won out in the end. He slid into the stall and I reached over and turned the lock.

‘Do you suck?’ I was pulling off my shirt when I asked him this.

I think he was a little freaked out. Here we were in a public bathroom, locked inside a stall together. I was almost twice his age and a big hairy muscle stud that could easily overpower him. He merely shook his head. ‘I want to fuck you then.’

This really freaked him out, but his cock was so hard, I could the bulge against his black shorts. I put my hand on the front to confirm it.

Yep, he was harder than I was. I slid both my hands up under his tank top, savoring the creamy smooth skin of his belly and chest.

His nipples tightened immediately after only a couple of pinches.

I stripped off his tank top and pulled down his shorts. He was acting all edgy, but my mouth on his skin seemed to ease it a little. I started with his tits, nickel-sized nipples that felt hot against my tongue.

My hands kneaded his tented underwear as I licked him. A small wet spot began to form just under the waistband. It got bigger by the second. His cock looked so hot under the skimpy briefs that I didn’t want to pull it out. Instead, I spun him around and made him put his hands up against the door of the stall.

‘What if someone comes in?’ he whispered. I told him not to make any noise, that we would get arrested if we got caught. I didn’t think he was going to take off, since I’d stripped him almost naked.

I cupped his firm little ass in my hands. The red underwear wasn’t a true thong. They had a full seat, cradling his round buns.

I rolled down the waistband in the back. He wore a size small.

Someone, probably his mom, had written his initials in permanent marker on the tag. He probably had a brother or maybe a slender dad who wore the same size.

I peeled the underwear back and played with his buns for a couple of minutes. He was so clean, he still smelled of soap. I pulled his ass open and blew some cool air onto his pucker, which twitched of course. He had a bit of fur around his hole, but his crack was mostly smooth. I had no idea if he’d ever had a guy rim him before, but he nearly punched through the stall door after the tip of my tongue brushed against that little dark knot in the center of his ass.

I pressed my face in his crack and went to town, varying the speed and pressure with my tongue. He loved it all. When I rubbed the front of his underwear, it was wet and sticky with precum. His rosebud fluttered against my lips. He needed to be fucked before he erupted.

I spun him back around and made him straddle my lap. My own cock was jutting out, so I guided him down onto the tip. He winced and I covered his mouth, reminding him to keep his yap shut. We both froze as the door to the bathroom opened. I tried not to move, but he was already in position. Little by little, I could feel the young guy sinking down onto my cock.

It was pretty much a turn on to be fucking a guy in a public place with someone else taking a leak just a few feet away. While the intruder finished up, I studied the face of my bottom boy. His eyes were scrunched up in agony as my cock burrowed up inside him. I pulled him close and began to kiss him, trying to get his arms wrapped around my neck.

I felt the remainder of my cock bury itself and as soon as the other guy left the bathroom, I began to rock back and forth on the seat of the toilet.

The kid was an animal, chewing on my lips and licking my face.

I’ve fucked a lot of guys, but this one was a born bottom boy. His ass hungrily pulled me inside him and the walls of his male pussy quivered around my shaft. His joyspot must have been supersensitive, because every time I slid into him he ground his body against mine and went a little more nuts.

I’d left his underwear on, but the top couple of inches of his cock had popped out. I had to bend his shaft a little, but I was able to tuck it all back into the pouch. Of course, the seat of his underwear was pulled all the way down, his bare ass rocking back and forth against my kneecaps.

The door opened again and he bolted upright, slamming his smooth chest against my hairy one. His mouth found my ear and he gasped something.

He must have told me he was cumming, because his ass suddenly gripped my cock and began to milk me. I gritted my teeth and felt myself explode.

I held him, trying not to make any noise, as my cock began to fill his tight hole with cum.

His own load had come, flooding the basket of his red underwear.

The entire pouch was soaked through. I couldn’t resist pulling back the waistband and peering down into the pouch. His cock and pubic hair were soaking in a ton of jism.

Of course after you cum, you realize just how foolish it is to have sex in a place like a mall restroom. I eased him off my cock (yeah, there was a wet pop when I pulled out) and pulled his underwear back up.

There was already a growing wet spot on the lower part of the seat where my load was draining from his ass. I grabbed my shirt and yanked up my shorts. I managed to slip out of our stall just in time.

A mall security guard came into the bathroom just as I had finished pulling my shirt back over my head. I washed my hands and nodded to him as I left. I sat on a bench outside and waited for the young guy to come out. It took him about five minutes (maybe he was jacking off?) and he didn’t even look my way as he staggered out of the mens room and out of the mall. He could barely walk straight. And I got hard again. Mostly from thinking of the cummy mess in his underwear.

I wonder if the person who does his laundry is going to notice all that cum?

He got on at the fifth stop before my destination – a mouth-watering vision of clean cut manhood in skin-tight blue jeans, tight white tee shirt and open black leather jacket. His dark blond hair was tightly cropped and a diamond stud glinted in his right earlobe. Early twenties, I guessed. Catching my eye, he flashed a knowing smile, though it might well have been just my fevered imagination.

Though the subway train carriage was empty, he chose to sit directly opposite me. My gaze was like a magnet, homing in on his crotch as he settled in his seat, faded denim tightening over what was an unmistakably impressive packet. I stared for far longer than was polite, before finally managing to avert my eyes. By then, I was aware of a stirring in my own jeans. Should this handsome stranger care to spare me a glance, he could not fail to notice the effect he was having upon me. Mentally, I willed him to do just that. Who knew what might result?

By the time the train had reached the next station, my jeans were under the pressure of a full-blooded hard-on. My fellow passenger’s cock was also becoming noticeably swollen. It might have been coincidence that he had entered the same carriage as me, but his seat had been chosen deliberately. Catching his eye again, I smiled – coolly, yet unashamedly inviting. In the seconds, perhaps minutes that followed, the unblinking gaze that passed between us confirmed all either of us needed to know.

Even when I reached my stop, I only briefly considered getting off. How could I be sure he would follow? How could I forgive myself if he didn’t?

At last, we reached the end of the line. Last stop for the last train of the night. He was rising even before the doors hissed open, departing with a final, smoldering glance. I waited for a few seconds, then bolted from the carriage and followed him, keeping a distance of a few yards between us. I was playing discreet, but he knew I was there, of course. We were already partners in a game that was growing more exciting by the second. He didn’t have to look around to see me feasting my eyes on the denim sheathed treasure of his slender, firm buns.

With arrogant strides, he led me from the station and deeper into the unknown territory of the cool night, never once glancing backwards. He turned into a narrow side street and, for one horrible moment, I thought I had lost him. Then I saw him, standing in a doorway, leaning with a studied nonchalance against the wall, thumbs hooked in his belt. His jacket was slung open, his tee shirt almost dazzlingly white in the semi-darkness. As I walked towards him, I imagined the excited pounding of my heart must be a thousand times more audible than the sound of my boots against the tarmac.

Finally, we were face to face. Moving as though in a dream, I raised my hands to his shoulders and gripped solid muscle, beneath cool, shiny leather. At the same time, his hands reached for my waist. An instant later, we were kissing, lips crushing lips, tongues thrusting hungrily. My hands glided rapidly downwards, gripping his taut buttocks as I pushed him hard against the wall, grinding my crotch against the equally large bulge of his cock. When our mouths finally parted, I was too far-gone to even attempt to speak.

‘Not here,’ he whispered breathlessly, even as I was falling to my knees in the doorway.

I looked up, my right hand already reaching for his zipper. Did he want me to beg? Fair enough! If that’s what it took, I was prepared to lick his boots in return for a mouthful of his cock.

But he was not going to make me grovel and degrade myself – at least not in such a public place. Instead, he took my hand and gripping it tightly in his, led me on a short walk to the Holy Grail that was his place. The apartment was on the third floor of the building and I took full advantage of his rear view as I followed him up the stairs.

We would have made it to the bedroom in a matter of seconds, but neither of us could wait that long. The instant the door slammed shut, we were in each other’s arms again, kissing with a lip crushing ferocity. Only when I had unbuckled his belt and drawn down the zipper of his jeans did I withdraw my tongue from his mouth. He wasn’t going to stop me falling to my knees this time.

‘Oh man, this must be my lucky night!’ I gasped, as I tugged his jeans down over his thighs.

He responded by squeezing my shoulders and thrusting his crotch against my face. His tight white cotton briefs were damp with pre-cum and I felt the heat of his throbbing tool through the thin fabric. I stroked and squeezed his bulging length, then nuzzled it with my lips and tongue. Had I wanted, I could have squeezed and teased him to the point of begging for my mouth, but I wanted him too much to play the sadist. Hooking both thumbs in the front of his waistband, I pulled his briefs down over his cock and balls. He had the kind of shaft that made a boy glad to be gay – eight thick inches of glorious manhood. Gripping the base in my left hand, I roamed over the gleaming purple crown with my tongue, the taste of him electrifying my tastebuds. My right hand was frantically freeing my own cock from my jeans.

While he fucked my face, as though going twelve rounds with my tonsils, his balls smacking my chin at the end of every stroke, I fucked my fist. This guy did not even know my name, but he knew I wasn’t one for the tender touch. I just knew we would cum together. It was that kind of night.

Feeling the lava surge at the base of my cock, I buried my nose in his pubic bush. As I shot my load over his boots, his hot, thick semen gushed down my throat. I gulped down as much as I could, not caring that the remainder trickled from the corners of my mouth and dripped from my chin onto my black tee shirt. What were a few cum stains between friends?

Having feasted on all his cock could offer for now, I bent down and licked my own cum from his boots, not stopping until the black leather was once more spotlessly clean.

‘I like a guy with a big appetite,’ he smiled, afterwards.

‘I like a guy with a big dick,’ I responded.

‘Do you have to be anywhere tonight?’ he asked.

‘I’m right where I want to be,’ I replied, hurriedly removing my clothes.

Despite my urgency, he managed to get naked before me. He kicked off his briefs, then draped himself seductively over the clean white sheets, his light blond body hair glistening in the light.

I didn’t get time to tell him my name. In any case, it was my body he wanted, which was fine by me. Lost in our mutual lust, we writhed on the bed, tongues dancing a French tango, hands urgently exploring. Wrapping my legs around his back, I embraced him tightly, feeling his cock hard and hot against my belly.

‘Would you like to fuck me?’ I whispered.

That was as pointless a question as asking him if he were gay. He kissed and licked his way down over my body, every touch electrifying. It seemed an eternity before his lips were finally wrapped around my hard-on. As he sucked me, he caressed my puckering anus with a fingertip, then gradually worked it up inside me.

Though I ached for his cock, he was in no hurry. His tongue glided down over my balls, then proceeded further, to take the place of his probing finger.

‘Oh man, that feels good!’ I gasped.

When the time came to repay him in kind, he would know just how good. He rimmed me long and deep, all the while rubbing my cock and balls, but taking care not to take me over the edge. By the time he finally raised his head, my hole was aching to be stuffed with hot meat.

He took me in my favorite position, flat on my back, legs raised high and resting on his shoulders. I gripped the pillows with clenched fists, grunting as his stiff cock eased into my fuck ready orifice. He thrust deep, stretching and filling me with the full length of his fat shaft.

Sliding back and forth in my tight tunnel, he gradually increased the tempo of his stabbing strokes. The harder and faster he pumped my ass, the harder I begged him to fuck me. As he built up to the peak of his passion, my right fist reached for my own cock. His fingers dug into my thighs and he expelled a long, loud groan of ecstasy. As he climaxed deep inside me, my sphincter squeezing his spasming cock like a vice, I creamed his chest and belly with a hot, thick cum shower.

Something told me I would not be taking the first train home in the morning.

A couple of years ago I was dating this really hot guy named Mitch. I was in my early twenties, he was about seven or eight years older than me. Even though he was still young, he was a lot like a Daddy — big, burly, solid, with a sexy beard and mustache.

We didn’t have a whole lot in common, except maybe liking some of the same movies and bands. But what we did have in common was great sex. We sort of developed a routine that we stuck with the whole time we dated, which was about a year I guess. We hardly ever went out and did things in public like go to restaurants, our time together was always the two of us alone in his apartment.

Here’s how a typical encounter would go:

I’d show up at his place and we’d hang out for an hour or so, listening to music and talking, catching up, stuff like that. Then, after a certain point we just stopped talking and stared at each other. We’d stare into each other’s eyes for a long time — three, four, sometimes five minutes.

Then he’d pick me up, put me over his shoulder and carry me down the hall to his bedroom. I loved it when he did that, it was so fucking hot. It was great when he carried me. He’d put me down on his bed and then he’d get on top of me, kissing my lips and my cheeks and my eyelids. We’d pull each other’s clothes off until we were totally naked, and then we’d grind our nude bodies together. We made some pretty sexy heat!

We’d get into a sixty-nine position and take each other’s dicks in our mouths. That was intense. He was the first guy I ever sixty-nined with, and I loved it. It felt so good, and knowing that I was making him feel the same way made it twice as good!

His cock was interesting-looking, it had this angle to it that made it slope out diagonally from his body. It was fascinating to me, sometimes I’d just stare at it for a long time, before he’d guide my head down to where I could be of better use to him.

After we’d sucked each other off for a while, he’d get really randy and want to finish it off, getting to the really good part. He’d make himself come by grinding up against me, or jerking himself off onto me. Either way his jizz would shoot out and splatter all over me. I liked rubbing it into my skin like it was lotion, caressing it in until it had either dried or been completely absorbed by my skin.

Then it was my turn.

He’d sit up, leaning against the headboard, and pull me up between his legs. I would lean against him, my back to his chest, and I’d feel his arms stretch around me, encircling me. It always made me feel so safe when he did that, like the embrace of a beloved family member, like a brother or an uncle.

With one hand he kept a firm hold on me, with the other he’d start jerking me off. It was totally intense and I loved it. Looking back now, I know why it turned me on so much — it was a lot like bondage, being held that way. And being jerked off by someone else, unable to do anything about it — it was just like the hot bound and gagged sex I got into years later.

Anyway, Mitch’d be jerking me off and then start whispering in my ear. Nothing I could really repeat, just dirty talk, dirty talk that got me so incensed that I’d start moaning and groaning like a lunatic. And when I did that he’d put his other hand, the one that wasn’t jerking me off, over my mouth.

And that would send me over the edge and beyond. I could fantasize a thousand scenarios in that position — a captured prisoner being jacked off against his will, a kidnapped boy that was going to get sold at auction, a football player ambushed by his teammates…

Soon enough I couldn’t take it anymore and I’d shoot off, the white-hot jizm splattering out of my cock to soak the bed beneath me.

After that we’d usually go to sleep, our arms intertwined, sleeping the dreamless slumber of happy lovers, rain splashing quietly on the windowsill next to us.

So like I said, that’s what usually happened between Mitch and I. It was like our special little ritual, we did it just about every time we got together. I did let him fuck me once, but somehow even that wasn’t as exciting or intense as our regular love-making sessions.

It never worked out between Mitch and I, we split up after a while, but that man and those times will always be special to me. It’s years later and I’m happily married to someone else, yet somehow, sometimes…I’ll watch the rain falling outside my window, and think of Mitch.

THE END

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