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  • Jacks Ass

    I had been going out with Jack for a about a month when this happened. We were both in our early twenties, and were pretty good looking guys. I had a roomate at the time, so most of the time we were together we were at his place. He lived on the eighteenth floor of a concrete highrise in the middle of the city, with a spectacular view of the surrounding area. Jack was the bottom guy in our relationship, although to this point I had only fucked him a couple of times it was clear that he liked it.

    One weekend I had been reading a gay newspaper with an article on shaving in it. Something about shaving a guy’s ass appealed to me a lot, and the more I thought about it the harder it made my cock get. Jack had a pretty hairless body, but he had a fair amount of it around his asshole. As I said, I liked to fuck him, but we really hadn’t got into that in a big way yet. There was still the comfort level to establish with one another somehow, it was like we were both a little shy about it. The times I had fucked him he had taken my cock while laying on his stomach below me.

    We were sitting on the couch watching tv later that night, and he was curled up in front of me. I had my hand on his hip, and slowly moved it down to play with his ass. I could feel him breathing faster, and I felt my own heart quicken its pace at the thought of what I wanted to do to his ass. I licked his ear lobe for a while, and then whispered in his ear.

    ‘Would you ever let me shave your ass?’. I felt him stiffen as I said this, but he didn’t say no. He didn’t really say anything at first.

    ‘Please?’ I whispered, and applied a little more pressure to his ass as I ran my fingers up and down it. I was feeling an overwhelming desire to see his ass.

    ‘I don’t know.’ he said. I licked the back of his neck, and slowly reached around to the front of his pants, and undid the buttons. My hand slid around to his ass, and beneath his soft underwear. It was so warm, so beautiful. I wanted to be there so badly, I could feel the burning accumulate within me. I had to convince him to let me shave him.

    ‘I promise you’ll like it.’ I said earnestly. Something in the imploring tone of my voice made him smile, and he turned his head around to face me.

    ‘You really want to do this, don’t you?’, he said, smiling more broadly.

    ‘I really want your ass.’ I replied. His smile faded, as the sexual tension escalated. We stared into each others’ eyes for a couple of moments, and then he said,

    ‘Ok.’

    We got up from the couch, and I took his clothes off. I went into the bathroom and got his razor and a can of lotion. I sat down on a chair, and put the towel over my knees. There was good light right over where I was sitting. Jack stood naked in front of me, uncertainly. I could feel my cock hard in my pants as I looked at his body. He was so beautiful, especially the curve of his ass.

    ‘It’s going to be alright.’ I said. He smiled again, in spite of the tension.

    ‘This really turns you on..,’ he said. I patted my knee, and with this he came over to me and lay himself across me. I sighed as I ran my hand over his sweet ass, now laying in my lap. He could feel my hard cock pressed against him, and I could feel him getting a hard on as well.

    ‘You have such a beautiful ass,’ I said softly, ‘this will be good for both of us.’

    I picked up the lotion, and then smoothed it onto his ass, spreading him open with one hand and I applied with the other. The curve was so alluring. Now I took the razor in hand and carefully started to shave the hair from him in slow even strokes. Jack was mostly silent, except for one moment between strokes.

    ‘This is so humiliating’ he said, almost to himself. I stopped and rested both my hands on his ass.

    ‘I want to worship your ass, I want to be inside you so badly. Humiliation is a part of that.’ My heart was pounding. This was too late to stop, and his confession of being humilated by this experience was just making it hotter. I couldn’t wait to fuck him now.

    At length I finished shaving him, and wiped his ass off with a warm, wet cloth. My hands were starting to tremble. I ran my fingers up and down the smoothness there, barely daring to breath as I felt that exquisite softness and smoothness. We sat there for a moment, and then I started to get up. He stood as well and we walked over to the bed of one accord. I gently lay him down on his stomach, and then knelt at the foot of the bed. His leg overhung the end, and my rigid cock pressed against it. This was the supreme moment.

    My face came closer to his sweet ass. My lips parted, and I gently extended my tongue. I felt him give a start as it touched that most sacred of places, and I held it there, feeling the heat of his ass, and tasting his flesh. His asscheeks touched against my face, and I sighed deeply. I began to lick his ass, completely lost in this sweetness. There was nothing else that mattered.

    I stayed licking his ass for what seemed like hours, taking both his legs in my arms and locking them against my chest. He pushed his beautiful ass against me, and my tongue ran over him again and again. This smooth ass gave me so much pleasure as to leave me at a loss for the words to describe it. It was the supreme indulgence. He lay there moaning, as lost in the pleasure of this experience as I was.

    After a long, long time of licking his ass over and over again I reluctantly rolled him onto his back, and then felt my pulse quicken yet again as it hit me that I would soon be deep inside him. He lay there on his back looking up at me. I took his ankles in my hands, and spread his legs. He was so beautiful. I could see his brown eyes looking back at me, his lips slightly open. I pressed the head of my cock against his ass. I could feel him yielding to me, willing me inside him, where I so much wanted to be.

    I felt the warmth of his ass envelop my cock, and looked deeply into his eyes. There was a light there which I had not seen before any other time we had sex. I felt him press his legs open wider.

    ‘You like this, don’t you.’ I said, as I gently but firmly pushed my cock all the way up his ass.

    ‘I love having you inside me.’ he whispered. Our faces were close together, and I could feel his breath as he said this. I began to fuck him, stroking back and forth, staring intently into his face, measuring his expressions and responses to my penetration. We were both so turned on.

    I kept fucking him, now slower, now faster, all the way in and out of his sweet ass. He took it so well, and looked back longingly into my eyes as I did this. We both wanted this to go on forever. There was nowhere in the world I wanted to be but deep inside him. We were both aware that we had struck onto a new plateau in our relationship, and we were I think both a little overwhelmed at the passionate intensity of it. He manipulated my cock with the muscles of his ass.

    I stopped fucking him, and pulled out of his ass. He turned his head towards me wondering what I was about. I pulled him to his feet and turned him in front of the window. His face showed some doubt, but I pushed him forward while holding his hip, making him bend over and take my cock again, in full view of whoever might be watching. This turned the both of us on, and so I fucked him there for a while. We then turned back to the bed, and slowly shuffled over to it, my hard penis still deep inside his sweet ass.

    At length I had to come, and did so deep inside of him. He stroked his own cock once or twice and came gushingly all over himself as he looked pleadingly into my eyes. We lay there in silence for a few minutes, then my hand drifted back to his ass, still slick with lubricant, and alluringly smooth. I gently pushed my fingers inside him and kept them there as we lay next to one another. From this point on, things would be very different.


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  • Last Days of Summer

    Labor Day Weekend, the official end of summer and the official end of the barely covered young studs. When you live in the Northeast you get used to the short summers and you take advantage of every opportunity to check out the local talent before they get all bundled up and those tight young tight stud bodies are concealed for another year. This weekend was looking to be an awesome opportunity to see lots of skin as the temps were going to hit the high 80’s and the sun was going to shine for the entire long weekend. Armed with my Mirrored Sunglasses to hide my prying eyes, my digital camera with the mega zoom lens and cooler full of soda and other goodies off I went.

    Arriving early I staked out the best location I could find. Close to the Volleyball net, within view of the snack stand and the rest rooms. I was poised in the highest traffic areas. My goal, get as many pictures as I could to hold me over for the long winter. Real hot studs being real on the last day of summer would provide me countless hours of jerk off material until the new wave of studs came through next year. Now all that was left to do is wait for the meat to show up.

    Within the first couple of hours the beach was filling up nicely. First was the families that came to stake their claims for some real estate, spreading out 3 or 4 blankets so that they could keep the kids entertained, have dinner and still have room to lounge. Surprisingly I find some of the hottest images in the family man. They still have hot bods and in a lot of cases they love to get their dicks sucked in the changing room glory holes. This year was to be no exception as straight in front of me this father staked his claim for his family, checked the proximity of the bathrooms for the youngsters, food stand for the wife and seemed all happy. He seemed to have a nice enough body, course he still was all dressed so I was reserving judgment until some of the outer layers were removed.

    Thinking that I might want a few pictures of him dressed I fired up the camera and took some shots. It is amazing to watch a straight guy when he thinks he is having his picture taken. He puffs up and is sure to give you his best side. This guy was no exception and soon he was taking off his shirt and showing off a very hot and very buffed body. I am guessing that he is a body builder as his chest was completely smooth of any hair, even his armpits were shaved. My type of man. Shit who am I kidding I look at them all and almost all of them give me a hard on at one point or another. I kept taking pictures of this very hot and sexy man and it seemed the more pictures I took the more he showed off. Removing his jeans he revealed the nicest ass I had seen on an older guy in a long time and whether it was accidental or on purpose while removing his jeans his swimsuit pulled down and showed a lot more of that firm bubble butt than I expected.

    I put the camera away before I had the wife all nervous about someone filming her man. Not only that the college crowd was arriving and it was time to scope out the younger prospects as well. College guys are awesome at the beach, they stay pumped up the whole time they are there, playing volleyball and slamming the drinks that they think no one knows they have. They are an easy mark for a glory hole escapade. These horny Frat studs don’ t care who is sucking their cocks off as long as they don’ t have to see them. They just pretend it is a girl from school and slide that dick into your mouth, pump your face for a while and dump their spunk. Balls emptied they leave the changing room and go back to their buds. If you have not guessed by now, I take the pics in the morning and in the late afternoon but during the middle of the day I have a better job, emptying hot nuts of their man juice. Cock after cock and load after load I just can not get enough of giving these straight boys the best head they have ever gotten. If I had my way I would own an adult bookstore and would be the main attraction in the back. Glory holes are the hottest and the greatest way to get to taste some of the hottest cocks around.

    The day was breezing by, lots of pictures of the college boys playing volleyball, a few ass shots of the boys when their buddies were horsing around and pulling their shorts down and the swim trunks went with them. You just have to love the boys when they have to show off their macho side but it was getting to be almost noon and well it was time for me to take up my position in the far stall of the changing room. My dick was already stirring and twitching at just the thought of all that man meat that was soon to be forced down my throat. As horny as I was today I might even back up to that hole for the right guy, I mean cock you never get to see the guy.

    Down to the end of the changing room and into my favorite hole I had no more sat down on the bench when I heard the outer door close and the footsteps head toward me. I heard the door to the next stall open, then shut and the lock slide over. I was so hot thinking of who it might be and how big this dick would be. I peeked through the hole to see if he was getting ready or what, sure was taking him a while. Usually they run in whip it out stick it through and expect to be done in 2 minutes so that their buds don’ t miss them but this guy was taking for ever. What I saw when I looked through the hole made me quiver. It was the straight dude that I had taken pictures of all morning and who had been showing off for me for the rest of the time I was there. He looked like he was writing something on a piece of paper and thought oh well must not be my lucky day even if he chose the right booth. I sat back, released my dick from my swimsuit and preceded to stroke it a little, just to get the feeling going you know. I had closed my eyes and was feeling the pleasures of stroking my own dick when I heard a ‘pssst’ and a ‘hey’ . I looked up to see the hottest and biggest cock sticking through that glory hole and I jumped to the wall before he lost interest and left.

    Most guys get off quick when they visit the booth, afraid to be missed or just too horny from thinking about it all day but this guy was taking his time and enjoying every minute. He did not seem to care if he got caught as he would moan and give me explicit instructions. A couple times I had to remind him that he needed to be quiet or we could get arrested. His cock was huge and for the first time in my life I was hoping this guy would cum. My jaw was killing me and well honestly I wanted a load. It had been a week and I really need to taste someone’ s cum real soon. And then without any more notice than when his cock appeared I felt his cock throb real hard and felt him force forward. I knew that it was time and I open my throat and got ready to receive his man juice. When he finished cumming I cleaned his dick off good so that he would not have any evidence and pulled away. He pulled that massive meat from my hand and then stuck a piece of paper through the opening. I heard the door open and slam before I even had time to open the folded paper.

    Opening the note I could not believe what I was reading. He had included his phone number, explained that it had really turned him on when I was taking his pictures and even more it was his wife’ s biggest fantasy to see him having sex with a guy. He wanted me to call so that we could set up a time for it all to happen. He ended the note by saying that his wife would not want to have sex with me and that she just wanted to watch. He also asked me to call soon and bring my camera. My head was spinning with the thoughts of what I wanted to do to him and he was actually looking forward to it, damn this Labor Day weekend was going to be one to remember.

    The rest of the afternoon I sat in that booth, sucking off college guys and family men alike. Every time I would put a dick in my mouth I would think of the first guy and how and what I wanted to do with him. Sucking these guys was merely a motion because all I could think about was touching that straight hunks body and doing things to make him realize everything he had been missing. I also thought about how hot it was going to be to please this ladies man right in front of her. To have her watch and hear her husband getting off on me sucking his cock and fucking that hot bubble ass of his. Thinking of that made me swallow the college boys harder and get them off in record time. I heard one guy leaving the booth say to one of his buddies, ‘ya know man, girls just don’ t know how to suck a cock like that guy. I just might turn queer.’ His buddy laughed and told his friend that if he did that he could use his dick to practice on. Only frat boys get along like I tell ya. They don’ t care who is getting them off as long as they are that is all that matters.

    The afternoon was getting along now and I wanted to see if the man of my dreams was still there so I left my post and went back to the beach. Sure enough he was laying there on his stomach looking right at me. I decided I would give him a nice show and pulled the swimsuit off to the side a little letting him see my half hard dick and then put it back. He sat up a little and winked, looked at his wife and announced that they should drop the kids with his parents for the rest of the weekend. You know honey we need to spend some time on our dreams too you know. She nodded looked over her shoulder at me and mouthed ‘Call Us’ . I shook my head yes and started packing my things. First if I was going to spend the weekend with them I had to get some better clothes and other props but more importantly my cock was getting so hard I needed to leave the beach and soon.

    I can honestly say that I don’ t remember ever leaving the beach this early but I knew I that I was going to have the time of my life for the rest of the weekend so it was all good. It took me about an hour to get home, running to the phone to make the phone call. I have no idea what the hurry was, guess I was afraid they were going to change their minds or something. I heard the answering machine kick on and almost did not leave a message but figured I better just in case they like to screen their calls. I left my name and number and told them to get in touch or that I would call back. I did not want to leave much more than that after all what was I supposed to say; hey there this is the guy that sucked you off in the changing room and now wants to fuck your brains out in front of your wife? I must admit that is what I wanted to do but I figured discretion would be the better part of valor.

    An hour had gone by and I had called back 5 or 6 times, hanging up before the machine would come on and I was started to feel pissy. I was figuring they decided not to do this and now I had left the beach early and would end up with nothing. I went and packed some necessary things, lube and condoms, a couple dildos and some different outfits. I had just climbed in the shower when my phone rang. I about broke my neck trying to get to it before the caller hung up hoping it would be him. The voice on the other end of the phone made my cock go rock hard almost instantly, deep and soft and oh so sexy. He told me his name was Darren, that his wife’ s was Anne and that they could not wait for me to get there. I got the directions and asked if he wanted me to bring anything. He mad the comment I expected about my mouth and cock and then added and anything that you think will make we wild. We are very open-minded and love to try new stuff so be creative. I told him I would see them in a couple hours and hung up, running back to the shower for the fastest one I had every taken.

    Finished showering I dressed, added some more toys, nipple clamps, cock rings, paddles and anything else I thought might make him quiver and headed out. My cock was half hard and twitching, my balls were filling up and I could not wait to get to their house.


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  • Hot Tub Gangbang

    Have you ever seen a ten-inch cock? Not only did I see one the other night, I saw a guy take it to the balls. Before the night was over, I’d been fucked by it. It all happened when I was invited to a hot tub party over the weekend. A friend of mine was house sitting for people with an outdoor hot tub. He said it seated eight people, so he was trying to find a group of guys interested in a long soak.

    I told him I would love to come and a couple of other guys I knew were going to be there too. He figured about six of us were going to use it, which sounded like a pretty good number to me.

    I got there after dark, fifteen minutes before the party was supposed to start. My friends were both there, plus the host. He said we were still waiting on at least one other guy. That guy turned out to be Gary, one of the biggest sluts around town. I don’t think there was anyone who hadn’t fucked around with Gary, me included.

    He gave the most delicious head and he was rumored to be a hot top too.

    I hadn’t had a chance to find out for myself.

    Gary had brought a guest with him, a young college kid named Brian.

    Brian was one of those younger guys you can tell is brand new to the gay scene. He acted really nervous about the whole thing and seemed like he might bolt if the opportunity presented itself. Gary explained that he had met Brian in a chat room before he came over and talked the kid into joining us in the hot tub.

    My two friends — Pete and Sam — were already in the backyard, undressing and testing the water in the tub. I decided to join them, leaving Gary, Brian and Jeff — our host — in the kitchen. Jeff needed some help preparing glasses of ice water, something that would help keep our body temperature down while we lounged in the hot water. Brian got stuck carrying the tray while Jeff and Gary followed, bullshitting about various group gropes that had taken place in this very hot tub.

    Those were all news to me; this was my first time in the tub.

    Since Pete and Sam had stripped totally naked, I followed suit, sliding into the deliciously hot water and pushing myself up against the opposite end of the large tub. Pete and Sam already seemed to be exploring each other under the bubbly water, so I acquainted myself with one of the powerful jets that kneaded my lower back. I lifted my body up so the intense spray could massage my ass. Sheer heaven.

    Gary and Jeff were undressing, but young Brian seemed edgy about the whole idea of stripping in front of five older guys. Most of us had athletic or stocky builds; not one of us had smooth pecs. He seemed like the type that was smooth and lean, out of place among butch guys like us. As Gary dropped his pants (no underwear) he wagged his thick uncut cock at us. At eight inches, he has one of the largest cocks in town. Jeff was naked now too, easing himself into the steaming water.

    ‘Oh fuck,’ he said. ‘I forgot to bring the towels out. Shit.’

    ‘I can go get them if you like.’ Brian seemed eager to volunteer.

    I could tell he was self-conscious about stripping and wanted to stall for time. Jeff sent him into the house and he was gone for nearly five minutes before he came back out into the yard, his arms full of thick folded towels.

    ‘You going to get naked and get in here, or what?’ Gary leered at Brian, who reluctantly began to strip. His body was more defined than I expected. He was smooth, just like I guessed, but his pecs were nicely formed and he had a set of hard earned six-pack abs even the most dedicated gym bunny would envy. A sexy treasure trail of dark fur dipped into his jeans, which were being unzipped in front of five sets of very curious eyes. The fact that we were all staring at him only made Brian more uncomfortable.

    Instead of underwear, he had chosen to wear a Speedo under his jeans.

    None of us noticed first off that it was skimpy and low-cut and navy blue.

    The first thing we all noticed was this scant bikini was packed to the very-stretched seams with one hell of a big cock. Even Gary was speechless.

    Brian wasted no time climbing into the tub between Gary and Jeff, sinking under the water once his jeans were off. He kept all but his head under the surface, letting a jet pound away at his bare shoulders.

    His eyes were shut, but I think he knew we were all still gawking at him.

    We all enjoyed the tub in relative silence for nearly five minutes, but finally Gary’s curiosity — and loud mouth — got the better of him.

    ‘So how big is that fucking thing, anyhow?’

    Brian’s eyes fluttered open. ‘What?’

    ‘Don’t pretend like you don’t know what I’m talking about,’ Gary said.

    ‘The dick. It’s gotta be bigger than mine, and I’ve got eight.’

    Even with steam in his face, Brian’s face colored. ‘I’ve never measured it.’

    ‘Bullshit. Cock like that, you gotta be curious. Come on, let us know. Eight-point-five? Nine?’ Brian ignored the question.

    ‘I bet it’s bigger than that, erect. Hell, it wasn’t even hard.’

    Jeff was splashing his hands on the surface of the water, no doubt hoping he’d bump into something. Brian looked around nervously, probably trying to figure out how to extract himself from the tub without everyone getting another good look at his package.

    ‘Come on,’ Gary nudged him again. ‘Just between you and me.

    What have you got down there?’

    Brian debated for a minute, then answered: ‘Ten.’ His voice was barely audible above the churning water.

    ‘No fucking kidding.’ Gary whistled. ‘Anyone ever go balls-deep on that fucking thing?’

    Brian was clearly embarrassed now. I decided to try and change the subject, making a lame remark about the landscaped backyard we were sitting in.

    ‘Don’t change the subject. We were talking about cock. Brian, you gotta tell me if anyone’s ever deepthroated that dick.’

    ‘No. Of course not.’ He answered the question then slid all the way under the water. When he came back up, Gary was waiting.

    ‘I say we have a little contest. You’re sitting with five of the best cocksuckers around. Of course, not many of them can compete with me, but I’ve heard some stories and gotten a taste of what they can do first hand.’ We all laughed at Gary. ‘Now here’s what I propose. Let each of us have a crack at that dick of yours and whoever takes it the farthest gets a prize.’

    Brian was getting more nervous by the second. ‘What are you talking about?’

    ‘I think he means your load,’ I offered. I didn’t think there was any way I could swallow ten inches to the nuts, but the thought of Brian spurting in my mouth was making me hard.

    ‘Yeah, but if one of us takes that fucker all the way to the nuts, I think we deserve something else.’ Gary was giving Brian a weird look.

    ‘Like what?’ The temperature of the water had to be 100 or better, but I swear I saw Brian’s teeth chattering.

    ‘I think whoever takes that ten incher all the way, deserves to fuck you.’

    Brian nearly jumped out of the tub. ‘Are you kidding me?’

    His voice had jumped an octave.

    Gary reached up and began to rub Brian’s Speedo; it had stretched even more since all the sex talk had started. ‘Man, look how hard all of this talk has made you. Your cock is fucking beautiful.

    If one of us can take it to the balls, I think we deserve a crack at your hole.’

    ‘I don’t really want to try that,’ he said. His cock was getting even harder though, his Speedo pulling away from his belly as Gary stroked his basket.

    ‘You said yourself no one could take you all the way. If none of us can, we’ll let you do the fucking. And you can pick any one of us to bottom for you.’

    I was ready to object to that. I like cock up the ass as much as the next guy, but I didn’t think I could take a ten incher. Gary put a stop to any protests, though, before they were voiced. ‘This kid is going to agree to let us fuck his tight ass if we can deepthroat him. The least we can do is offer up our own asses to prove we play fair.’

    Pete slid up out of the water and displayed his bare ass to Brian.

    For a thirty-year-old, he has about the sexiest bubble butt a top could want. One look at his buns and Brian had popped out of his Speedo.

    Pete looked over his shoulder and winked, making it clear that he was all too willing to take Brian’s cock if none of us could suck the whole thing.

    Since Brian’s huge cock had already burst out of his swimming suit, Jeff turned and eased the rest of his Speedo down. Now all six of us were completely naked. Since Jeff was the host, no one argued when he decided to take the first stab at Brian’s prick. Jeff wasn’t much of a deepthroat artist anyhow, preferring to work a guy’s knob with his lips and tongue. This was obviously driving Brian wild, but Gary protested.

    ‘The goal is to take that cock to the balls. Don’t get him off already, the rest of us want a shot before he nuts.’

    ‘Oh my god, I’m gonna shoot soon!’ Brian warned. Jeff pulled off his cockhead and let the kid slip back into the water.

    ‘He needs to rest for a minute,’ Gary said. All of us sat in the water, stroking our cocks, trying not to unload. When Brian was ready again, Pete and Sam pulled him across the hot tub and into their grasp.

    I watched, wide-eyed, as the pair took turns sucking his huge cock.

    Brian was blissed out as they sucked him, one of them taking half of his shaft and the other going nearly three-fourths the way before choking.

    Gary eliminated them from the contest, but they gave the kid a few more good sucks before letting him loose. Brian gave me a shy smile and slid over toward me. ‘I guess it’s your turn.’

    I lifted him out of the hot tub and perched his ass on the edge.

    His ten-inch dick jutted out, hanging in front of my face like a flagpole.

    I started with the knob, wetting it, before sliding down and taking the shaft into my mouth inch by inch. I closed my eyes and tried to relax my throat, willing the thick cock into my throat. I was breathing through my nose, trying hard not to gag as I approached the last two inches.

    I had at least nine inside my mouth when Brian’s cock shuddered against my tongue. I felt my throat constrict and couldn’t help coughing.

    I was out.

    ‘So damn close,’ Gary told me, pulling Brian back over to the other side of the tub. ‘Now I’ll show all of you how to deepthroat a ten-inch cock.’ Gary sat Brian against the side of the hot tub, twisting one of the jets so the spray massaged the younger guy’s balls. ‘Feels nice, doesn’t it?’ Gary smiled, wrapping one of his hands around the base of Brian’s thick shaft. ‘It gets better.’

    Brian moaned out loud as Gary’s mouth started to inhale his cock.

    I think all of us in the hot tub had been blown by Gary at one time or another, so we all understood the intense pleasure Brian was experiencing.

    Gary had no trouble taking the first eight inches of Brian’s cock. He showed off a bit, sliding up and down effortlessly on the massive dick, bringing Brian to the brink of orgasm.

    One of the reasons Gary is so highly regarded as an expert cocksucker is his uncanny knack for getting a guy close to cumming and making him ride the edge for as long as possible. Brian’s back was arched, his pecs and abs beaded with water. His balls were bobbing up and down against the water, obviously increasing his pleasure even more. As Gary swallowed the last two inches, he adjusted the jet so the spray hosed Brian’s hole, which was in plain view since his legs were open and propped up on the lower ledges of the hot tub.

    Gary wasn’t content just to reach the root of Brian’s cock; he had to pull off and slide all the way back down a few times, just to let Brian feel for the first time what it felt like to be deepthroated. Brian’s hands grasped the edge of the tub and he began to rock his ass back and forth, thrusting in and out of Gary’s mouth.

    ‘I can’t hold it any longer,’ he groaned, as Gary took his cock one last time. ‘Oh fuck, here it comes.’ We all watched as Gary took the load, his throat gulping as Brian pumped squirt after squirt into his belly.

    When he was finished, Gary pulled off and let out a long breath of satisfaction, like someone who had just polished off a soda. ‘That has to be one of the biggest loads I’ve ever swallowed.’

    ‘And one of the biggest cocks you’ve ever deepthroated,’ Jeff added.

    Gary laughed. ‘One of?’ He slapped Brian playfully on the ass. ‘Looks like I get to fuck you, pal.’ Brian gave him a smile, his dripping cock still nearly hard. He was willing to uphold his end of the deal, spinning around and letting his ass bob up and down on the surface of the water. Gary toyed with the tight hole for a few minutes, then suggested that everyone get out of the tub. ‘We need to get out, it’s not good to stay in water this hot for too long.’

    Gary helped Brian out of the tub and they led the rest of us into an enclosed porch. Pete and Sam collapsed on a wicker sofa and began to make out. Jeff sprawled out on the floor and started to stroke.

    I took a chair and did the same, eager to see Gary take Brian’s ass.

    Jeff had produced a big bottle of lubricant and Gary was generously greasing up his eight inches and wetting Brian’s tight hole. Brian’s face twisted in agony as Gary started to slide into his ass. He had to be a virgin. Gary fucked him slowly at first, but sped up as Brian’s chute began to relax. The younger guy thrashed on the floor as his ass was pounded, grabbing my ankles for support. Just as Gary slid his cock in to the hilt, Brian yanked me out of my chair and onto the floor.

    ‘I want my cock in your ass,’ he rasped, spreading my legs and dragging my ass along the floor, pulling my hole closer to his enormous cock.

    Gary handed Brian the lube bottle and soon we were both greased up.

    I closed my eyes and held my breath, trying not to pass out as my hole began to swallow up ten thick inches of cock.

    Face to face with Brian as he fucked me, we began to make out, Gary still hammering his ass from behind. Brian’s athletic body was pinned between me and Gary, our naked skin creating friction as we fucked on the floor. Gary came first, grunting as he pumped his wad in Brian’s ass. I could tell by the way Brian was moaning that his own load was ready to erupt. I felt my body surrender, orgasm coming.

    I helplessly shot thick ropes of cum against Brian’s smooth upper body, just seconds before his own spunk began to empty into my ass.

    The other three guys were extremely turned on by the sight of the three of us fucking and moved over near us, jacking off in our faces. I looked up just as Jeff began to cum, his wad exploding onto my face and Brian’s. The other two came soon after, drenching the three of us in even more cum.

    ‘How was that fuck?’ Gary asked Brian.

    ‘Great. I can’t wait to do it again.’ Brian looked back at Gary with lust in his eyes. ‘How soon can you get it hard?’

  • His Name is Manuel

    I work downtown in one of those glass and steel towers–one of those buildings where the windows don’t open and everyone files in at nine o’clock and files back out at five.

    My cubicle is on the sixth floor in a huge room full of hundreds of steel desks, gray industrial carpeting and unflattering fluorescent lighting. On each of the desks sits a computer and a phone that never stops ringing.

    I’ve worked there almost five years. I’ll probably be there for years to come, unless I fall victim to corporate downsizing. I hate my job, but then I haven’t liked any of the jobs I’ve had–and I’ve had plenty. After sixth months, any office is the same bullshit day after day as far as I’m concerned. The only reason I’ve stayed at this one is the pay is decent and so are the benefits.

    One of my favorite benefits is the company fitness facility located on the first floor. I workout almost every day (well I try) with two of my girlfriends Rochelle and Mary. Our workouts help relieve some of the stress from work, but we mostly go to cruise the guys who workout during lunch.

    We all have our favorites. Thankfully, me and the girls all have different taste in men. Rochelle’s favorite is a musclehead Asian dude with a buzz cut who wears nothing but purple spandex. He doesn’t do a thing for me. I give Rochelle a bad time for checking him out since she’s getting married next month to this hot Latin number named Eddie.

    Mary likes Robert, who’s a manager in another department. Rochelle and I worked with him on a special project a few months earlier. He’s a nice guy but that’s about it. He’s shorter than me and I’m only five foot seven. I’ll admit, I’ve been able to check out Robert in the locker room. There’s not much down there. I’ve made the point of telling Mary that Robert isn’t very well endowed. For weeks after I caught a glimpse of his privates in the shower, I waved my pinkie finger at Mary every time she passed my desk, and asked her if she had talked to him yet.

    My favorite is a guy named Tom. He’s a sales rep who works in one of our other buildings. He’s average height with dark hair and eyes. He’s well built and has nice bulging biceps and a cute rear-end. I’ve talked to him a couple of times in the locker room. He seems friendly enough, but I haven’t been able to figure out which team he’s playing on so to speak. I’m fairly certain he’s straight, but then he’s easy on the eyes. The image of his cute butt bouncing up and down, while he’s on the stairmaster, has fueled many of my wet dreams and masturbatory fantasies.

    Early one Wednesday afternoon Mary approached my desk. ‘Have you seen the new guy who works at the gym yet?’ she asked. I had stopped working out after going on an extended vacation. I was having a difficult time getting motivated to work out. The managers had also changed Mary’s lunch time and Rochelle had been out sick.

    I shook my head no. ‘I haven’t gone all week.’

    ‘Shame on you, Jeffrey. Are you going today?’

    ‘Well, I brought my stuff.’

    ‘You have to go. You should see this guy. He’s tall, dark and handsome.’

    ‘Oh, please, Mary. You and I don’t exactly agree on men. I mean you think Robert’s cute.’ I was tempted to wiggle my pinkie finger at her, but then Mary gets pissed every time I do it. ‘I suppose I should go. I’ve been a slug all week.’

    ‘Let me know what you think after lunch.’

    At lunch, I forced myself to go downstairs to go workout, hoping that Tom would be there. I hadn’t seen him in over a month. He wasn’t there and the place was packed. Usually, I do twenty to thirty minutes on the stairmaster, take a quick shower and dash upstairs and wolf down my lunch. That afternoon, all the stairmasters were in use. I hopped up on one of the treadmills, pressed a few buttons, and started to run.

    While I ran, I scoped out the gym in the floor to ceiling mirrors, looking for Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome. I didn’t see anybody fitting that description so I turned my concentration to my running. After twenty minutes, I was out of breath and sweating heavily. I walked over to a row of computers on the opposite side of the room to log my workout data into a tracking system. That’s when I saw him. I hated to admit it, but Mary had been right. He was tall, he was dark, he was handsome. One thing Mary didn’t mention, he was fucking hot Latin stud.

    I logged my info into the system and then grabbed a hand towel so I could wipe my brow. Mr. Tall Dark and Handsome looked up from his Fitness Magazine and smiled. I couldn’t think of anything better to do, so I smiled back.

    ‘You have a good workout?’

    ‘Uh-huh.’ I gasped to catch my breath as I stared into his brown eyes.

    ‘My name’s Manuel. What’s yours?’

    ‘Jeffrey.’

    ‘Nice to meet you, Jeffrey. Have you been working out long?’

    ‘For a while. I try to get down during lunch to use the stairmaster or treadmill. I’ve been meaning to get down here after work to do some work with the weights, but I never seem to find the time.’

    ‘Do you have a routine?’

    ‘No, not really.’

    ‘I can get you started. You interested?’

    Shit, I was interested, more interested than I could admit then. ‘Sure.’

    ‘When, do you want to get started? My schedule is free all week. They haven’t set me up with anything since I just started. I’m here till closing. The new guy gets the late shift as well.’

    ‘If I’m going to do this, may as well get going while I’m feeling motivated. What about after work tonight? I get off at five.’

    ‘Okay, then. I’ll meet you at the front desk.’

    I looked up at the clock. I hadn’t realized how late it was. I had only ten minutes to take a shower and eat lunch. ‘I better get going Manuel. I gotta grab some lunch. See you later.’

    I showered as quickly as possible. Wait till I see Mary, I thought as the elevator climbed to the sixth floor. I grabbed my lunch out of the fridge in the break room and popped it into the microwave.

    I dropped my piping hot stew on my desk, walked over to Mary’s cubicle and poked my head over the partition.

    ‘Did you see him?’ she asked.

    ‘His name is Manuel,’ I said. I turned around without saying anything more and went back to my desk.

    Moments later, Mary came running up to me. ‘You talked to him?’

    ‘Uh-huh. Girl, he is fine. And if you go near him, I’ll scratch your eyes out.’

    ‘Hey, I saw him first.’

    ‘Well, you know the old saying. He who hesitates . . . ‘

    Manuel was waiting for me at the front desk when I came downstairs after work. I quickly changed my clothes and joined him in the free weight area.

    He had already put together a workout for me. While I was put through the paces, I found Manuel to be a pleasant, easygoing guy. He had a warm smile and intense brown eyes. It wasn’t long before my vivid imagination got carried away. I wondered what it would feel like to have his muscular body pressed against mine in a hot embrace, to feel his soft lips pressed to mine and to feel his tongue slide down my throat.

    I couldn’t help myself while Manuel spotted me on the bench press. I kept staring up his shorts, hoping to catch a glimpse of the ample bulge that was packed in there. Unfortunately, Manuel’s snowy white jockey shorts covered his basket completely. I did, however, catch a glimpse of tufts of his short hairs poking out of his briefs. What I wouldn’t have given for him to drop his shorts and squat down on my face so I could rim out his luscious ass.

    The barbell shifted in my hands and I lost my concentration, nearly dropping the weights. Luckily, Manuel was there to catch them. My mind was on Manuel, not on my weight lifting. My cock was growing in response to my day dreaming. Manuel couldn’t help but notice.

    We worked out for over an hour and a half. The gym emptied out. Finishing up a few minutes after closing time, my body was aching all over from the workout.

    ‘I better lock up,’ he said. ‘I’ve got a bit of paper work to finish up’

    ‘I’m going to hit the showers.’

    Walking back to the locker room, alone, I felt disappointed. I had hoped that I would have a chance to check out Manuel in the all together. I undressed and headed for the shower.

    My cock was still hard and wouldn’t go down. All my fantasizing about Manuel had really gotten to me. I turned on the shower and hot water cascaded over my aching body, melting away the tensions of a long day. I soaped myself up. As steam filled the shower room, I began playing with my nipples and my cock got even harder.

    I started to work my ass, teasing my aching hole with my middle finger, pushing it all the way in. My cock jerked and began dripping precum. I finger-fucked myself as the hot water cascaded down my tight, trim body. Grabbing my cock in my other hand, I felt my pulse coursing through the veins of my engorged shaft. Slowly pumping my prick, I felt it throbbing. I was aching bad.

    I was so wrapped up in playing with myself, I didn’t hear Manuel enter the shower until he cleared his throat. Embarrassed and flustered because I had gotten caught, I quickly lathered up my crotch, pretending that he didn’t notice. Manuel didn’t say anything. He stood in the entrance way, holding a towel and wearing nothing but a big grin.

    His cock was getting bigger by the minute. He had at least a good stiff eight inches hanging between his legs. His body was hairless, except for a dark patch of hair surrounding his now hard dick. Manuel dropped the towel and joined me under the hot water.

    Manuel grasped me around my waist with his strong, firm hands. Pulling me close, he kissed me hard. Manuel pushed me backwards, my back pressed up against the cold tile wall. He ravaged me with his tongue as the water splashed down on us.

    We grappled in a mutual lust under the spray of the shower for a few minutes, Manuel’s hot tongue probing the depths of my mouth.

    ‘I’m getting water logged,’ I said.

    Manuel laughed and reached over, turning off the water.

    I stood and watched as drops of water dripped down his chiseled chest. He was a magnificent specimen. Obviously, Manuel had spent many hours in the gym in addition to his job as a trainer. He looked like a living, breathing bronze sculpture. His copper-colored skin was glistening with moisture. His biceps were large and bulging, his mid-section taut and rippled with muscle, and he had strong, massive legs.

    Manuel grabbed me around the neck and pulled me close again, kissing me forcefully on my moist lips. His tongue slipped into my mouth. I reached up and pawed at his chest, playing with his nipples as Manuel probed my mouth with his tongue.

    My stiff dick poked against Manuel’s crotch. As he pulled me closer, I felt his thick cock jab my stomach. Manuel squeezed me tight in his massive arms. As I looked up into his dreamy brown eyes, Manuel stared back into mine. His eyes were like dark pools, drawing me in deeper and deeper. Manuel smiled and ran his hand through my dripping wet hair. He then placed the palm of his hand against my cheek and stroked my face gently. It was as if he were asking for permission to go further.

    A broad grin flashed across the gym instructor’s face. I couldn’t help but smile back. Without any warning, Manuel dropped to his knees before me, taking my aching cock in his hot mouth.

    My groans of pleasure echoed off the porcelain walls in the shower room as Manuel worked my cock with his talented mouth. He licked my cock head with the tip of his tongue and then plunged down, taking my rod down to my still damp cock hair. I gasped loudly as he sucked me.

    I began to slowly thrust my cock in and out of Manuel’s mouth. My weighty cum-filled balls slapped against his chin as I slid my cock in and out of his hot throat. As I increased the tempo of my thrusts, I felt Manuel’s tongue licking the underside of my aching rod.

    I fucked Manuel’s face for a few more minutes. The pressure was building up in my balls. I was getting damn close to shooting my wad. I kept thrusting over and over, in and out of Manuel’s hot mouth, pushing myself closer and closer to the brink.

    ‘Oh, shit. Oh, fuck.’

    I pulled my spit-slicked dick out of Manuel’s mouth moments before spraying his smooth chest with my hot cum. My spunk ran like rivers down his smooth chest.

    ‘Oh, fuck. Yeah. That was hot.’

    The smell of my freshly spilled cum filled the shower room. Manuel and I embraced again. He turned the shower back on, and we washed off the sticky mess. While we quickly dried off, I wondered how much further it was going to go.

    Manuel grasped my hand firmly and led me into the empty locker room.

    ‘Come on. We’re going to have a lot more fun.’

    He threw his damp towel on one of the benches and motioned for me to lie down. Manuel opened up one of the lockers and pulled a rubber and a small bottle of lube out of his gym bag.

    I watched eagerly as Manuel slipped the latex sheath down his throbbing shaft. He straddled over me, his thick cock bobbing up and down. I raised my legs slightly and Manuel moved closer.

    He leaned forward and his fleshy cock head pressed against at my asshole. Inching forward, Manuel’s huge cock slipped through my sphincter. I gasped as Manuel persisted, slowly forcing his cock into my fuck-chute.

    My body was wracked with the most incredible sensations as he jammed his cock up my ass. Lying there on my back looking up the ceiling and at Manuel’s smiling face, I though I was dreaming. When Manuel forced his cock forward again and I felt his hairy, sweaty balls slapping against my asscheeks I realized that this was better than any dream.

    ‘Come on Manuel, fuck me. Fuck me hard.’

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

    Manuel quickened his tempo, ramming his dick deep inside me. I growled with his every movement. I lifted my hips as far up as I could bring them, trying to meet every one of Manuel’s thrusts. He relentlessly pounded my ass faster and faster.

    While his cock raced in and out of my ass, I watched Manuel’s muscles relax and contract. Sweat ran down his forehead and chest. I was intoxicated by his aroma–the smell of hot, steamy mansex.

    While Manuel pounded my ass, I grabbed my cock and started pumping. I furiously jerked my cock. A tingling sensation seemed to rise from my toes and it slowly spread down the length of my body. My balls tightened up and a torrent of white, hot cum shot out of my cock and splattered across my stomach and chest.

    ‘Oh fuck, man. Oh, fuck.’

    Moments later, Manuel’s body tightened. He closed his eyes and clenched his teeth. As he plowed into my ass one more time, his body spasmed. I wrapped my legs around his back and Manuel collapsed on top of me, gasping for breath. His cock softened inside of me and he slowly pulled out, leaving me with an empty feeling.

    ‘You give everybody that kind of workout?’ I asked.

    Manuel laughed. ‘Tomorrow, we’re going to up the weights.’


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  • Greenhouse Cruising

    I was laying on my back on the ground, my legs in the air, a sizzling hot cock reaming my butt. My vision was filled with the sight of the gorgeous man above me. He smiled down at me as he fucked my ass better than anyone else ever had.

    All I could see around him was the green of plants. Huge tropical leaves dripped with moisture, voluptuous blossoms sagged sensuously on their stalks and tall tree trunks disappeared into the bright sunlight above. A tangled orgy of vegetation surrounded us on all sides.

    It was so real-looking, it was hard to believe I wasn’t getting nailed in a real jungle, by some hot forest man that had been raised by wolves or something.

    But it wasn’t a jungle. It was a plant shop. And Jake wasn’t a forest man, he was the shop’s owner.

    But it didn’t make any difference.

    I wouldn’t have changed a thing.

    It all started like this…

    From the moment I first saw Jake I knew I had to have him. It took a little while to find him, though. The store called ‘The Greenhouse’ was overgrown with leaves and vines, tall shelves with hundreds of flowering plants…almost like a maze — a labyrinth of foliage.

    I had come in to ask some questions about the little orchid I’d gotten for a birthday present. I wasn’t sure I was taking care of it properly and wanted an expert’s opinion. But when I found my way to the front counter, there wasn’t anybody there.

    ‘Hello?’ I called.

    ‘Back here!’ a deep voice answered from somewhere in the man-made jungle.

    ‘Where?’ I yelled. ‘How can I find you?’

    ‘Follow the sound of my voice!’

    Some directions, I thought, but I wanted to see the owner of that husky masculine voice. Trying not to get my hopes up about what he’d look like, I started to track my way through the plants in the direction I’d heard the voice come from. The vegetation was thick and full, rising almost to the ceiling. Shadows were rich and black, seemingly able to hide anything within them. I half-expected to see pairs of eyes looking out at me from among the stems and branches, the eyes of the jungle’s inhabitants.

    Lifting long leaves gently out of the way, I began to notice how warm it was getting. The further into the place I went, the more steamy and humid it seemed. These plants must need a tropical environment, I figured. The heat was making me a little anxious. My cock was getting hard, like it always did when the temperature got hotter than usual.

    Imagining myself an explorer in an adventure movie, I pretended I was fighting my way through the dense rain forest. I had come a long way, seeking a treasure, some shining artifact of unimaginable worth.

    I paused for a second to wipe some sweat off my forehead before moving on. Suddenly I turned a corner and stepped out into an open area. Bright sunshine was streaming into the building from a huge skylight in the ceiling.

    But it wasn’t the sudden wide open space or the light that made me stop in my tracks. It was the man kneeling in the center of the room.

    From the angle I was at, I couldn’t even see his face, but it didn’t matter. I could see all I needed to know I was looking at one serious hunk. He was wearing a skintight t-shirt that was stained dark with sweat. The shirt was sleeveless, showing off his full biceps and triceps well. Shorts that looked at least a size too small gripped his abdomen, clearly revealing the outline of his bubble-butt underneath. Stocky muscular legs tapered down to feet that were covered with dirty tennis shoes. His long hair was pulled back into a sexy ponytail.

    I had found my priceless treasure. He was kneeling in front of me like a living statue, unaware that his perfection had been discovered at last.

    He was tending some of his plants, gently plucking dead leaves off and packing the soil around their stems. I was amazed by the contrast between the delicacy of the work he was doing and the obvious brute power of his hands and body. The guy looked like he should be a fullback on a football team, and he was taking care of plants as carefully as if they were infant children. I found the contrast irresistible.

    I didn’t say anything right away, because I wanted to have a minute just to feast my eyes on him. My dick was seriously hard now, and with good reason.

    My imagination couldn’t help but fill my head with pictures of what I wanted to do with this guy. I imagined what it would be like to put my hands on his body, to feel every inch of him, to memorize the shapes of his muscles. I imagined licking the sweat off of him, bathing him with my mouth and tongue. I imagined taking his dick into my mouth and my ass, taking it anywhere he wanted to put it, and then shoving my own cock inside of him…

    ‘You found me.’ It was that voice again, but this time its source was right in front of me. The man was looking up, an open-lipped smile on his wide tanned face, his pretty eyes as green as the plants all around us.

    ‘Yeah,’ I said lamely, not sure what to say to such a hot man that wouldn’t sound dumb.

    ‘What can I help you with?’ he said as he stood up, cracking his back. He was my height, about five foot eleven.

    ‘I need some advice on orchids,’ I said, suddenly remembering why I had come to the plant shop for help, not to cruise. ‘I’m having trouble keeping one happy and healthy.’

    ‘Yeah, they’re temperamental, aren’t they?’ he said, laughing cheerfully. ‘You got to treat them with real tender loving care.’ I couldn’t tell for sure, but I thought he winked at me. The sunlight was so bright, I could’ve imagined it…but did I? I hoped not. This stud was so hot, it’d be heaven on earth if he was feeling about me what I was feeling about him. ‘Mind if I take my shirt off?’ he asked. ‘It’s damn hot back here.’

    ‘Not at all,’ I said, hardly believing my luck. Catching a whiff of his sweat-smell as he lifted his arms over his head, I tried to suck it up as much as I could without being obvious. His chest was nice, with big firm pecs and a perfect pleasure trail of hair leading down past the waistband of his shorts.

    I had to have this guy. I just had to. A few more minutes of this and I wouldn’t be able to control myself. Something about it all — the heat, the sun, all the beautiful plants, the incredible man himself — it was all conspiring to make me hornier than I’d been in months.

    ‘My name’s Jake,’ he said, sticking out his hand. I shook it firmly, and was pleased to feel him squeeze my hand back. So many guys these days have wimpy handshakes, but not this one.

    ‘Dan,’ I said as he smiled at me again. I couldn’t help the goofy grin from spreading on my face, but Jake’s good energy was contagious.

    ‘Just let me go check something, and I’ll be right back…’ he said, heading off into the jungle. Suddenly alone, I took the chance to soak in my surroundings. Breathing deeply, I closed my eyes and just let the place talk to me.

    The steamy heat was making me sweat. I impulsively took my own shirt off, letting it fall to the dirty floor. Then one of my hands worked its way down toward my crotch, where my cock was still hard and pressing against my jeans. I rubbed myself through the denim, loving the rough hard feel of it.

    I heard Jake’s returning footsteps but didn’t even bother to stop what I was doing. My eyes were still closed as he came back into the room, and I listened to him stop at the sight of me, then come closer slowly.

    ‘Looks like you had the same idea as me…’ he said. Opening my eyes dreamily, I saw the gorgeous man start to rub the prominent bulge in his shorts.

    ‘Oh yeah?’ I said.

    ‘Yeah. I just locked the doors. We’re alone…’

    ‘I can come back later, if you’re busy…I mean, I don’t want you to get in trouble…’ I started to say.

    ‘Dan,’ he interrupted. ‘It’s my place. I can do what I want. There’s no one else here.’

    I couldn’t hold back any more, he’d gotten me so aroused I had to do something. We were only about an arm’s-length distance apart, and I lifted my hand and touched his chest. His skin was smooth and soft, with rock-hard muscle underneath. I gently worked my fingers through the fine hairs, thrilling at the tiny shivers that passed through his body from my touch.

    Jake was watching my hand intently, as though the sensations were something new he’d never felt before. No, it wasn’t that…it was more like he was really present, really there with me, giving the experience his whole attention. It was so exciting to realize that this stud was so enjoying what I was doing to him. I was dying for him to touch me, and luckily I didn’t have long to wait.

    He reached out for me with both hands, carefully touching my neck and face. His fingers were delicate with me, like they had been with the plants. I could sense the strength in them, strength that was being held in check. I loved the way he moved, the way his big green eyes took in everything around him. Something about him was almost like the surrounding plants…infinitely patient, slow and careful, sensual and ripe, rich and powerful.

    When his fingers reached my lips I let them enter my mouth, sucking and pulling on them gently with my tongue.

    ‘I think your orchid isn’t the only thing that needs my tender loving care.’ Jake said.

    ‘You got that right,’ I said, nearly out of breath.

    Slowly we decreased the distance between us, wrapping our arms slowly around each other until we were embracing face to face.

    ‘Do you need me to take care of you, Dan?’ he whispered.

    I put my head back, exposing my vulnerable neck to him.

    ‘Please, Jake…’ I whispered back as I felt his lips on my throat. Gently he caressed it with his lips and tongue, covering every inch of it lovingly. Then I couldn’t resist any longer and brought my face back down level with his.

    Our lips met and it was the most wonderful kiss I’d ever experienced. His lips were strong and yet soft and giving. Unhurried, he slowly engulfed my mouth with his own, his tongue entering me and running around the inside, feeling my teeth, my gums, everything.

    As we kissed for what seemed like forever, my hands slid down his muscular back to find his ass-cheeks, I gripped them tightly, not wanting him to go anywhere, wanting him to just stay where he was, kissing me so wonderfully, for as long as we both could stand it.

    It was almost like time stood still for us, with the sunshine streaming down onto us, as if we were like the plants — drawing energy and strength from the light. His hands moved down and came around in front and started rubbing the lump in my jeans.

    If I thought he felt good kissing me, it was even more stunning to have his hands feeling me that way. Then we were both undoing each other’s clothes, me pulling down his shorts and him unfastening my buttons and letting my jeans fall to the floor.

    But we didn’t separate. The kiss was too exquisite to do that. Jake’s hard cock touched mine, crossing with it like they were two swords. Feeling his manmeat next to my own was amazing, opening up another dimension of sensation for me. I was already close to being overwhelmed. It almost felt like I could come without even touching myself, and I hadn’t done that since high school. That decided it. Jake was by far the hottest man I’d ever been with.

    Then I broke the kiss. I had to, the desire to feel more of him was too much for me. Down on my knees, I stuck my face into his crotch and breathed in his deep, masculine odor. The smells from the place all around joined with him, and it was like I was smelling the blossoms of the plants and the fragrant soil that they grew in, and it was him, it was Jake, all of those things. He was a part of this place, and everything in it was part of him.

    I stuck my tongue out and licked his soft pubic hair. He tasted so good, so warm and salty. Finding the base of his cock, I mouthed it and caressed it with my lips and tongue. Starting there, at the root of his organ, I followed its length with my mouth. Jake let out a shuddering moan as I got closer and closer to the head. Trying to move as slowly as I could, I felt his hands gently work their way into my hair and take hold of me. It was like he wanted me to stay where I was, to never leave the spot, to take root like a tree and remain there always.

    Then I was at the end and I ever so gently let my lips engulf the pink mushroom head of his cock. As I took it in there was a wonderful feeling of fullness, of being filled up, that I hadn’t felt before. With his hands Jake started guiding me back and forth, pushing his cock further into me with each stroke.

    My crotch was flaming. I had to answer the demanding call coming from my dick and nuts, so I closed my hand over them and started rubbing. I wrapped my other arm around Jake’s waist, holding him in place so he wouldn’t move. It felt so wonderful, it was unthinkable that it might end.

    The smells all around me seemed to get more intense, as if having sex with Jake was somehow making my senses more alive. Everything seemed more exciting than usual…the rich earthy aromas of the soil and plants; the exquisite feel of his ripe cock, hard as the bark of a tree; the sight of Jake above me, looking down with a delicious expression of tenderness and passion; colors more vibrant than ever before; the salty taste of him in my mouth and the wonderful sounds of our heavy breathing and the dripping of moisture taking us far away…we might as well have been in some real tropical jungle. We didn’t care about anyone or anything else…only each other.

    Jake was moving, and his dick popped out of my mouth with an audible slurp. I must have moaned a little in protest, because he laughed gently.

    ‘I’m not going anywhere,’ he said softly, as he got down with me on the ground and wrapped his arms around me. ‘I just don’t want you to have all the fun.’

    He pushed me down on my back and got himself in a sixty-nine position. Then all at once he lowered his luscious dick back between my lips just as he took my own pecker deep down his throat. I would’ve shot right then and there, but I gave my nuts a good squeeze to discourage them.

    Not yet, I thought feverishly, I’ve got to let this go on as long as I can. Still I could feel a steady stream of pre-cum oozing out of my dick into Jake’s mouth. He licked it up eagerly, pressing his tongue into my piss-slit like he couldn’t get enough of my silvery man-juice.

    We pumped each other’s mouths that way for a long time, the sun beating down on Jake’s back and his weight pressing me into the ground. Our rhythm became exactly synchronized as we fucked each other’s mouths in unison.

    Jake worked his hands down between my butt and the floor, gripping my ass-cheeks tight and squeezing them. I groaned in ecstasy as the feelings piled up on my brain: the feel of his dick in my mouth, my cock in his, his hands on my ass, and his finger poking inward between my cheeks, working its way towards my excited hole.

    Then he pulled his hands away and out of the corner of my eye I saw him reach for something in his discarded shorts. It was a package of condoms. He lifted himself up off of me, his muscles flexing gorgeously before my eyes. As tragic as it was to stop our glorious suck-fest, seeing him that way above me, the sun shining around him like he was a Greek god or something, was worth it.

    Kneeling down next to me, he tore open the package and pulled one of the rubbers out. I couldn’t help laughing when I saw it.

    ‘What?’ he said with a grin as he unrolled the latex sheath over his tool.

    ‘I might’ve known you’d have green condoms,’ I said.

    ‘Hey, my thumb ain’t the only thing about me that’s green.’ he said as his emerald eyes flashed at me. ‘I’ve got to get into your ass, Dan,’ he breathed. ‘From the first moment I saw you, I needed to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked…’

    To answer him, I flexed my legs upward and then bent my knees, exposing my quivering asshole. The garden stud got himself between my legs and greased up his condom-covered dick with some spit.

    Moving forward, I felt the head of his cock press against me. The desire to feel them man inside me was intense. My neck craned as I watched him glide between my legs, my sphincter ring expanding to receive the organ Jake was pushing into me.

    ‘Relax…’ he breathed, and it was like hearing the wind speak to me. With one hand he pushed our clothes together into a soft pile behind me, then gently guided my head down to rest on it.

    I looked up into the skylight, the sun blinding me. Jake started fucking me, and it was like living a hot, wet dream. The force of his cock entering my body was completely painless, as if my body welcomed him. I hadn’t let anyone screw me in a long time, I couldn’t believe I’d loosened up so fast for anyone…but then, Jake wasn’t like anyone I’d ever met, much less had sex with.

    He plowed me with the same delicious rhythm he’d fucked my mouth with, moving in and out slowly and deliberately. It was as if we had all the time in the world.

    But I knew it wouldn’t last long, we were both so close to shooting our loads. I knew we were both holding off but couldn’t keep the floodgates up forever. Soon enough we’d have to give in to natural instinct and let it go.

    ‘I’m gonna come, Dan…’ he said breathlessly.

    ‘Let it go,’ I coaxed him. ‘Come on, Jake, shoot it off…fill up that condom, I want to see it plump and full of your jizz when you pull out of me…’

    His eyes rolled back in his head. I knew my talk was pushing him over the edge. His screwing got faster, moving in and out of me with sumptuous passion.

    ‘Plant your seed in me, Jake.’ I whispered into his ear.

    ‘Oh, God!’ he moaned and shoved himself into my ass as far as he could go. I wrapped my legs around his torso and squeezed him tight. His dick shot off inside me, filling up the condom with his hot man-cream. Jake whimpered and groaned with bliss as the orgasm spread through him.

    He collapsed on top of me. I hugged him tight, whispering and cooing in his ear. He shuddered for a few minutes, then relaxed. Slowly he pulled out of me, gently removed the condom and tied off the end.

    ‘What’re you doing that for?’ I asked.

    ‘You’ll see…’ he said with a smile.

    I got up and reached for one of the condom packages.

    ‘C’mere, you hot stud, you…’ I said. ‘It’s my turn.’

    ‘Mmmm,’ he said. ‘Be my guest…’

    I gently laid Jake down on his back and got between his legs. Then I slid the green condom on over my dick. I loved how it looked. Pulsing with warmth and life, my penis now resembled a plant’s organ, like a giant stamen, ready to fertilize other vegetation. And that was exactly what I was going to do to this hot forest man, this garden stud that had enflamed my passion like no one else ever had.

    Jake had licked his fingers and was gently probing his asshole with them, getting himself ready. By the time I got up on my knees and aimed my manhood, his hole was hungry and waiting.

    Like he had been with me, I entered him effortlessly. It was as if our cocks and holes had been made for each other, molded from the same model. Jake cocked his head back as I went in further and further. A sigh of ecstasy escaped from his lips as I started working him, fucking him in and out with slow strong strokes.

    It was fucking fantastic. Screwing this man, being inside him, was even more exciting then getting nailed by him had been. His body was so warm, so alive, it was like I could feel every beat of his heart in my cock. We had joined, the two of us, like the lichen plant that was actually two different organisms working together to form a new and complete one.

    I pushed into him, anchoring him to the floor with my weight. The foliage around us seemed to lean inward, as if drawn to our energy and passion.

    ‘Oh, yeah, fuck me, man, fuck me, please…’ Jake moaned. I sank my hands into his hair, untying his pony tail to let it hang free. My fingers swam in it, luxuriating in the wondrous energy of it. As I did, I imagined myself making love to the earth itself, losing myself in its sensual power. Jake’s hair was like grass, long exquisite fabulous grass, shimmering with life.

    I realized my eyes had been clenched shut. Now I opened them and looked down at the wonderful creature I was possessing with my manhood. He was staring up at me, the adoration and excitement in his eyes as perfect and flawless as that in an infant child’s.

    That’s what it was like — being with this man was like being reborn, getting a second chance to enter the world. The power of our lovemaking with primitive, primeval, stronger than any verbal communication could ever be.

    Soon enough I couldn’t hold myself back anymore and had to let it out.

    ‘Jake, it’s coming, man, I can’t wait anymore…’ I moaned.

    ‘Let it go, Dan,’ he whispered back. ‘Fill me up, give it to me, give me all your magic, take me, make me yours…’

    That did it. He was mine, I knew that nothing would ever be the same after this. The power of our union was too great to ignore. It was like a once-in-a-lifetime thing…I was an explorer that had found this priceless treasure in a lost jungle and wasn’t giving it up for anything.

    I came. My spunk spurted out of my dick and was instantly caught by the condom, suspended in place and held there like a butterfly caught in a net. A long groan of pleasure and satisfaction came out of me. The feeling was incredible, like the first time seeing a sunrise, or the first time watching the miracle of a plant bloom and blossom, the flower opening up to receive the sun for the first time.

    When it was over, I rolled over next to him on the ground and pulled the condom off.

    ‘Tie it off, keep it safe,’ Jake murmured.

    ‘Okay,’ I said, following his instructions. ‘You gonna show me why?’ Jake grinned as he got up. He took the two full condoms and walked over the sick little plants he had been tending when I arrived.

    He untied the condoms and before my eyes emptied them out into the soil of the plants. The dirt absorbed our come instantly, soaking it in and making it a part of itself.’Does that work?’ I asked.

    Jake laughed.

    ‘What’s so funny?’ I said, grabbing him and squeezing him tight.

    ‘Look around,’ he said. ‘You tell me if it works. Every time I jerk off, my come goes right into the soil of the plants. Judge for yourself…’

    Looking around, I started laughing too. Realization swept through me. I understood at last that all the feelings I’d been having since being here were no accident. This whole place was a tribute to Jake. The luxuriant jungle was a living monument to his power, nursed and grown on his life-force.

    Jake was the plants. And the plants were Jake.

    He was a forest man, more priceless and special than any treasure.

    I held him tight, and he returned the embrace. The moment was perfect. As we sat there, on the floor in the sun, surrounded by the miracle of growth and life, I knew something for sure.

    I knew that I was going to be a regular customer at the Greenhouse plant shop.

    And that my relationship with its owner was going to grow and evolve, and maybe someday it would become as fabulous and wonderful as the jungle that surrounded us.

    THE END


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  • Fucking is the Universal Language

    I FUCK YOU GOOD, MAN the words stared out at me from the computer screen, and my dick hardened in my shorts.

    It was a hot summer night, and I was sitting shirtless on the floor of my small apartment, after 10:00 PM on a Thursday. I was cruising a local gay on-line computer bulletin board. Sure, it sounds a little retro, but the problem with the all-powerful Internet is that you can get it on with a guy, get all ready to go to his place and fuck his brains out, and then find out he lives in England.

    Not anymore, not for me.

    The local boards may be low-tech, but at least the guys you’re cruising are usually in your own city.

    So I was hanging around, just seeing who was on-line. After I sent some greetings to a couple of my friends, I wondered if anything exciting was going to happen tonight.

    I didn’t have to worry.

    I got called into a chat by a user called ‘GREEKSTUD’. That sounded promising, and he must be new because I hadn’t seen him on-line before.

    Hey how you doing? I typed.

    I OKAY BUT SPEAK ENGLISH NOT GOOD was the response.

    That’s okay, I answered, what are you into?

    I FUCK YOU GOOD, MAN he typed. Well that was refreshing, I thought — most guys make a lot of small talk before getting around to what everybody’s after, sex. But this guy was honest from the start. I liked that.

    But I was at least a little skeptical.

    Why do you think you can fuck me good? I asked.

    I SEE YOUR PICTURE ON THE BOARD — YOU HOT GUY he answered. I had posted a photograph of myself on-line so people would know who they were talking to if they chatted with me. His directness was getting me more and more interested in him.

    Can I see a picture of you? I wrote.

    NO I JUST GET ON THE BOARD I POST NO PICTURE YET was the answer.

    But that was okay. I had a feeling this was going to be about chemistry, not looks.

    I FUCK YOU GOOD, MAN he added again.

    My left hand slid off my desk down into my crotch, slowly starting to rub my awakened cock. It felt good. I liked how this guy was making me feel — raw, hot, sexy.

    What would you do to me? I asked.

    I GET YOU DOWN ON FLOOR HANDS AND KNEES TAKE YOU FROM BEHIND, MAKE LOVE TO YOU LIKE A MAN AND MAKE YOUR BODY SING…

    My hand slid into my shorts and grabbed my cock, starting to jerk it up and down. It was a little awkward jacking off with my underwear on but I was having too much fun, I wasn’t going to take the time to take them off.

    I wanted to read more from the Greek Stud.

    NO OTHER MAN FUCK YOU LIKE I FUCK YOU he typed.

    Why not? I asked What’s so special about you?

    ME REAL MAN was his answer. I KNOW HOW TO PLEASURE YOU LIKE NO ONE ELSE

    I pumped my dick in my fist, imagining what it’d be like to be with a man, instead of the twinks I normally fucked around with.

    You sound like one hot Greek Stud I wrote.

    ARE YOU STROKE YOUR COCK? was his answer.

    Yes, I typed, thinking of you fucking me.

    I STROKE ALSO he wrote, I ALMOST COME

    Me too, I’m ready to come now…

    SEE ME FUCK YOU IN YOUR MIND

    Oh yeah! Fuck me, Greek Stud!

    I FUCK YOU GOOD, MAN!

    And I came, squirting spunk all over my chest. After a quick trip to the bathroom to wash it off, I sat back down at my computer.

    Wow! I wrote That was great!

    ME TOO he answered YOU VERY HOT MAN

    Do you want to meet me? I asked.

    IS OKAY ME SPEAK BAD ENGLISH? he wrote.

    Don’t worry, I assured him, Fucking is the universal language.

    I NO UNDERSTAND he typed after a few seconds.

    Yes you do, you just don’t know it yet.

    I WANT YOU HERE NOW!

    Where are you?

    He keyed in his address and I copied it onto a piece of paper.

    I’m on my way I wrote.

    GOOD MAN he answered.

    What’s your name? I asked.

    ALEXANDER he answered, GREEK STUD.

    His place wasn’t far, only about fifteen or twenty minutes away. After ten more minutes spent searching for a parking place, I stopped my car and got out. I found Alexander’s apartment and paused before knocking.

    Was this totally stupid? I wondered suddenly. It was so hot talking with him over the computer, but this was reality. What if there was no attraction? What if he had been lying?

    It didn’t matter, I realized.

    It didn’t matter if he was ugly.

    It didn’t matter if he was too old for me.

    It didn’t matter if he couldn’t speak English well.

    All that mattered was that whoever was behind that door was passionate, and passion is what I wanted that night.

    I knocked on the door, and it was opened.

    Again, I needn’t have worried.

    Alexander was stunning.

    In his mid to late thirties, he had classic, noble features that were were smooth and statuesque. His hair was a mess of thick, lustrous black curls. The skinny tank top and shorts he was wearing couldn’t conceal the chiseled body beneath. His muscles were beautiful and strong, and his rock-hard pecs were adorned with large dark-colored nipples.

    ‘You my man?’ Alexander asked in a heavily accented voice. I smiled and nodded.

    ‘I’m your man.’ I said. He grinned at me, his smile revealing rows of pearl-like teeth.

    ‘Then get in here!’ he said, grabbing my wrist in one hand. He pulled me to him, then bent down and with the other hand slung me across his shoulders. I laughed in surprised delight as Alexander hoisted me up into the air. Carrying me like a wrestler would his opponent, he brought me into his apartment and kicked the door shut. From my vantage point, I couldn’t see much of his place besides the old carpeting on the floor.

    But I had other senses — I felt that the apartment was warm, saw that the lights were dimmed and smelled that a man lived here. I glanced up at the room and in one corner saw a bench press setup, with barbells and everything. A ripped towel had been tossed over the bench, and I felt a sudden desire to grab that towel and press it to against my nose and mouth. I wanted to breathe in Alexander’s odors — the stink of his sweat, the musk of his crotch…

    I wondered how many drops of perspiration had dripped off his body during his workouts, soaking into the carpet and infusing the whole place with their rank, powerful scent.

    The Greek Stud carried me across the room to an old couch that was pushed against the featureless wall. It was fun being carried like that — to just be slung over another man’s shoulders and taken wherever he wanted me. It was a pure gesture of excitement and desire, the opposite of pretension — utterly sincere and nakedly honest. Alexander might not have had the eloquence of a common language to express how he felt, but he was telling me how hot he thought I was with his actions. It was sweet, charming and sexy — my cock was hardening as he took me toward the sofa.

    But he didn’t put me down. As if changing his mind, he adjusted me on his shoulders and turned away from the couch toward the tiny kitchen nook.

    ‘What are you doing?’ I asked. Alexander stopped for a second, then answered in his broken English.

    ‘I like you up there.’ he said. ‘You feel good there. You like?’

    ‘Uh-huh!’ I said, laughing. ‘I like it a lot!’ He carried me around his apartment a few times, and it was hot, being in the power of this big hot Greek wrestler guy. Then he took me to an old mattress on the floor that was pushed up against the wall near the bench press. That must have been what he used for a bed. Alexander put me down on the mattress, which smelled strongly of him, and maybe something else — sex? I wondered how many acts of carnal passion had taken place on this mattress. I grinned when I thought that after tonight a few more would have to be added to that list.

    He stood above me like some towering warrior, looking hot and sexy and commanding as he gazed down at me. Our eyes locked together, neither of us seeming to want to break the look.

    It was amazing. This man and I didn’t know each other and hardly spoke the same language, yet we were in total sync. The communication between us was as clear and understandable as if we’d been born brothers from the same womb. It was totally obvious what was happening — for tonight, I was his. I was his and he was going to use me however he wanted to, and I was completely loving every second of it. My cock was straining against my briefs, dying for attention.

    I saw a bulge in Alexander’s shorts that was getting pretty large too — I wasn’t the only one totally turned on by what was happening.

    Unceremoniously, the Greek Stud pulled off his tank top. As he did, he messed up his hair a little. It was cute and sexy and endearing, and it made me even more hot for him. Then he shucked off his shorts and I saw it — his enormous cock sticking up from between his legs. Nice full balls hung underneath it, and it was all surrounded by hair, black and curly like the hair on his head. His penis had all these veins and ridges on it, and as soon as I saw it I wanted it inside me.

    Inside my mouth, inside my ass, everywhere, my nose, my ears, my armpits, any possible hole that could be filled on me I wanted filled with that cock.

    Make that needed filled with that cock.

    I started to take my own clothes off, but Alexander said ‘No, no, I do that.’ He knelt down to where I was lying on the mattress, and he pulled my shirt over my head, unbuckled my jeans, slid them down — then stopped for a minute to play with my dick through my underwear — and pulled my briefs off.

    The Greek Stud pointed at my stiff dick and smiled as if to say ‘Look at that, man! You’re one hot sexy guy!’ He played with it a little, and the feel of his hand on it was unbelievable, I loved it. Alexander pulled my cock out away from my body, then let it snap back against my abdomen a few times. He seemed pleased that I was so aroused, and I looked back up at him with the biggest shit-eating grin I could. I just wanted him to know that I was totally his, and totally happy.

    He could do anything with me, anything he wanted. I was just there to be his. His little fuckdude.

    I was totally excited — and the words he’d typed to me kept running through my head, along with some heavy breathing…

    I FUCK YOU GOOD, MAN

    I FUCK YOU GOOD, MAN

    So fucking hot.

    Alexander pulled off my shoes and socks, then finished taking my briefs off. I laid down on my back and raised my legs to show him that I was ready to get fucked.

    And not just fucked by anyone.

    Fucked by the Greek Stud.

    Suddenly I couldn’t resist the urge to sit up on the mattress, getting up into a kneeling position, From there I easily went down on his cock. Alexander’s dick was so fucking hot I could hardly believe it. There was no way I could get it all the way inside my mouth, it was so big, so I just took it in as far as I could. I choked myself on it, loving the feel of that most masculine organ fucking my mouth. Slurping and slobbering all over it got it nice and slick and it slid easily in and out between my lips.

    I glanced up as often as I could, to drink in the sight of the Greek Stud smiling down at me. He ran his fingers through my hair and made low growls of pleasure to show me how much he liked what I was doing.

    With one hand I reached between my legs and started jerking my own stiff cock off. It was really intense, having two pleasure points happening inside me — my mouth sucking his cock, and my own cock getting stimulated too. Having Alexander inside me was wonderful, I absolutely loved it. Having his big dick in my mouth was perfect, exactly what I wanted, exactly what I needed.

    And it was totally what I’d hoped for earlier that night when I went on-line looking for some action. I hadn’t expected anything exciting to happen because it usually didn’t, but this time was different.

    Different, special, and totally kick-ass sexy.

    This time, the man who had written I FUCK YOU GOOD, MAN was as good as his word.

    A few minutes later, the Greek Stud wanted more.

    ‘Stop,’ he said, ‘Turn over on hands and knees.’

    I obeyed, reluctantly letting his cock slide out of my mouth, turning into the position he wanted, up on my haunches doggy-style on the mattress. Under him facing the wall, I couldn’t see Alexander but I knew what he was doing. The sound of a condom package being cracked open was very loud in the small room. He unrolled it onto his hard penis, then squeezed a lube bottle to get his tool nice and slippery and ready for fucking.

    Then he kneeled behind me, and I felt his warmth as he pressed his body against mine. His dick was hard at my butthole as he took me in his arms like a wrestler. With one arm he held me around the waist, and with the other hand guided his condom-covered cock into me. It hurt but I loved it.

    ‘Please…’ I whispered.

    ‘Sshhh,’ Alexander answered. ‘Take it for me, take it like man…’ I didn’t want to disappoint him, so I kept my mouth shut as he pushed more and more of his manhood inside me. It was actually hot, as if the temperature of his penis was higher than that of the rest of his body. Only when he was all the way in and I could feel his pubic hair on my asscheeks did he take his hand and grab my left shoulder. He was ready, and so was I.

    The Greek Stud fucked me.

    I anchored myself as best I could on the mattress, but it was hard to keep my balance as Alexander screwed me, the relentless power of his body thrusting against me with every stroke. It was so intense — one of the very best fuckings I’d ever gotten. I gasped with pain and desire, and he held me in place.

    As if I was going anywhere.

    At that moment there was nowhere I’d rather have been.

    The ring of muscle at the entrance to my asshole clenched and tightened, as if trying to squeeze every last bit of pleasure out of Alexander’s ramming organ. I closed my eyes and let the sensations flow through me, feelings that seemed to fill my every nerve ending with excitement and passion.

    He might not have spoken perfect English, but the Greek Stud and I achieved total communication, without talking at all. It was very clear, we both understood completely.

    He was there to fuck me.

    I was there to get fucked by him.

    Nothing more, nothing less, and nothing else mattered.

    And when he reached his hand between my legs to grab my cock, I thought I’d died and gone to heaven — for what could be better than getting fucked by a real man and then jerked off by him at the same time?

    My tool quivered in his grip, dripping and pulsing as he jacked me. I moaned, and he growled in response.

    ‘Yeah, you my good man, I fuck you good my good man, I make you feel good…’

    Alexander’s voice was hypnotic, so masculine and sexy. He was driving me insane with the delight and pleasure he was bringing me with his cock and his hand.

    I thought about how effortlessly he carried me.

    I thought about his dark hair with its tiny streaks of gray.

    I thought about his muscular chest and his powerful legs.

    I thought about him fucking me, taking his cock and putting it inside me, making me his man, his good man…

    And I came.

    Semen squirted out of my cock and splattered all over the mattress. I couldn’t contain the explosion of pleasure inside me and I cried out in bliss. This seemed to excite Alexander even more, and seconds later he let out his own ecstasy in a roar of conquest and gratification. I knew his cock was spurting big ropes of cum into the condom inside me.

    When our yells had died in our throats, we very carefully separated. Alexander laid down next to me and wrapped his arms around me. I don’t know how long we were there for, but a little while later he went to the bathroom to get rid of the condom, and after stretching my sore muscles I put my clothes back on.

    ‘Hey,’ Alexander said, standing in the doorway of the bathroom, obviously displeased that I was clothed again.

    ‘No go,’ he said, ‘I want to fuck you good some more.’

    I was hoping he’d say that, and walked over to him. Putting my arms around him, I whispered in his ear.

    ‘Greek Stud, you can fuck me good some more as much as you want!’

  • Early Morning Heat

    How did I wind up getting jerked off by a total stranger in the garage of my apartment building, praying that none of my neighbors would walk in? How did someone as shy as myself end up with my shorts pulled down, rubbing my crotch against another man’s anxious butt?

    Who could say? It had all started normally…

    That morning I had gotten up at 5:00 AM, which was normal.

    It was cold outside, which was normal.

    I had gone to the gym and worked out at 5:30 AM, which was normal.

    I had driven home at about 7:00 AM without my shirt on, which was also normal.

    When I was pulling into my garage, I glanced behind me and saw that the car behind me was slowing down instead of speeding past. And the guy driving was staring at me.

    That was definitely not normal.

    I had just spent an hour and a half at the gym surrounded by hot guys. All around me were biceps curling, abs crunching, calves flexing and faces straining. It was a feast for the eyes.

    Concentrating on my own workout, my eyes took in random flashes of the men around me.

    Backwards baseball hats cocked on heads.

    Tattoos on bulging triceps.

    Freshly-grown goatees.

    Clean pale skin.

    Dark tanned skin.

    Pretty blue eyes.

    Full athletic bags slung over sexy shoulders.

    Blond hair hanging down foreheads.

    Tight shorts covering even tighter asses.

    Pecs covered with hair.

    Pierced ears, pierced nipples, pierced navels.

    Chests smooth as a baby’s cheek.

    Dripping sweat.

    Friendly smiles of sparkling white teeth.

    Nice full baskets, their contents packed tight inside.

    I might as well have been watching at orgy in a porn movie.

    It was really hot, but as usual I felt like an outsider. A lot of people had told me I was good-looking, but I never really felt like I was. Especially not at the gym, surrounded by all those incredible guys.

    I felt kind of invisible, actually. I always kept to myself, didn’t talk to anyone, just did my workout and left. Knowing that I was being anti-social didn’t help — I was too shy to do anything else. The friends I had were from high school or even earlier, not people I’d met in the last few years.

    I wondered what others saw in me and caught my reflection in one the mirrors that covered the walls of the gym. Looking at myself, I wondered if I’d ever cruise someone who looked like me.

    Probably not.

    Just a plain face, maybe too angular, with short brown hair. Good body but not great. Pale skin that didn’t tan. Strong legs, but abs that weren’t washboard.

    Nothing special, I thought.

    Some of the guys probably thought I was stuck-up and full of myself because I never talked to them. The truth was I was embarrassed around them. It was like junior high school physical education class, where I always felt out of place, uncoordinated, the least athletic of all the boys.

    I had been awed by my more sports-oriented classmates, just as I was awed by these guys at the gym, years later. They were so masculine, so sexy. And the variety — some stoic and stern, some playful and mischievous, some full of jokes and laughter, others containing a smoldering sensuality, or cheerful, happy, open to the world and all its experiences. Comfortable with themselves and their environment, they walked and moved with confidence, captains of their destinies.

    Suddenly the thought of them finding me conceited almost made me laugh out loud.

    I didn’t think I was better than them.

    I thought they were better than me.

    But at least I had the courage to actually get up and go to the gym — some of my friends were so painfully shy they could hardly go to work, much less something as potentially ego-damaging as a workout at a gay gym.

    Anyway, I left that morning after my workout all sweaty and hot. My shirt usually came off during my curls so I could watch my chest while I was doing them. I never put it back on afterwards. I hated the feel of sweat between my skin and the fabric of my clothes.

    So I was driving home with the windows down, loving the early morning wind whipping through my car.

    But it seems like someone was heating up just as I was cooling down.

    Because, like I said, I pulled into my driveway and hit the button on the remote that would open the gate. While I waited for it to slide open I checked the rearview mirror. What I saw surprised the hell out of me.

    The car behind me had slowed down and the driver was making deliberate eye contact with me in the mirror.

    Oh well, I thought as I drove through the now open gate into the darkness of the garage. No lights on. Cheap landlords, I thought.

    I glanced back at the mirror and was startled to see that the car had driven further up the street and was now making a U-turn.

    A U-turn? Someone doesn’t make a U-turn in the middle of the street unless it’s really important. I had to check this out.

    As I pulled into my space I remember one of my friends telling me when he was involved with an insurance battle he had been followed by a private investigator.

    Was I being followed? What did I do? What was going on?

    I knew that I should get out of my car, toss my bag over my shoulder and head up to my apartment. I had to be at work in two hours and I wanted to shower and eat breakfast without rushing.

    But my curiosity was too intense to resist.

    I got out of my car and headed for the gate. As an afterthought, I went back and grabbed the gate remote.

    I didn’t know why I did it.

    Or maybe I did.

    I reached the gate, half-hoping I’d see nothing and the car would be gone. The other half was hoping for…what?

    Probably hoping for exactly what I saw.

    The car was parked on the street and the driver was getting out.

    It was a black BMW. I wondered if private investigators made enough money to drive cars like that.

    I doubted it.

    And private investigators certainly didn’t walk right towards you with their eyes boring into you, like this guy was.

    He was dressed really nice, like the winner of the Mr. Gay Corporate America contest. The whole deal, pressed white shirt, power tie, dark slacks.

    And the face, broad and tanned, with bright blue eyes and golden hair.

    In a word: stunning.

    And he was heading right for me.

    My stomach dropped out and I turned to walk back to my car.

    Okay, so he wasn’t a private investigator.

    He was just the hottest guy I’d seen in years.

    Maybe he was a bounty hunter or hit man or something.

    You don’t really believe that, I said to myself.

    Why not? I asked back.

    Because if you did you wouldn’t have hit the OPEN button on the gate remote like you just did.

    I did what? I thought, and with astonishment heard the clang clang of the gate rolling open again.

    Oh my God, what am I doing? Don’t look back, just head for your car and get your stuff and…

    I got to my car and unlocked it, reaching in to pull out my bag.

    Standing back up, I saw that the unbelievable had happened.

    The guy was in my garage.

    He had followed me all the way down here.

    The dark swallowed him up but the shape was still there, heading right for me.

    I was trembling with fear. Or was it excitement?

    What would he say? What would I say?

    Nothing.

    Because without any hesitation, the guy walked right up and put his hands on me.

    What was he doing? Was he nuts?

    The feel of his hands was electrifying.

    I could hear his breathing getting harder and faster.

    Up close, he had lost none of his heat. Having him this close was intoxicating.

    What if someone came in?

    My neighbors would be coming down any minute to get in their cars and leave for work.

    The guy roughly yanked the waistband of my gym shorts down.

    My hard cock jumped out into the early morning air. Instantly his hands were on it.

    ‘Why…’ I said, hardly able to talk.

    He continued to feel me all over, his hands reaching behind me to fondle my ass-cheeks.

    ‘Did you…did you follow me?’ I asked breathlessly.

    ‘Yes…’ he said, his voice deep and full.

    ‘But…why?’

    ‘Because you’re so hot.’ he said without a pause. ‘I saw you driving with your shirt off and I had to touch you.’

    I couldn’t believe it.

    After I’d spent all morning thinking about how sexy the guys at the gym were? After spending years of thinking of myself as nothing more than average?

    Because you’re so hot.

    This guy was crazy. Or was he? He had followed me into a dark garage where anything could happen.

    I could mug him.

    Or kidnap him.

    Or even murder him.

    But he risked all that anyway.

    Because you’re so hot.

    It didn’t even occur to me until later that he could have done any of those things to me just as easily.

    My mind was tripping, trying to wrap itself around this concept.

    The guy’s breathing was getting harder.

    His fingers were probing and reaching in between my cheeks, trying to find my asshole.

    He leaned forward and started kissing me, his mouth curious and hungry.

    A noise.

    Someone was coming.

    Instantly he stepped away. I pulled my shorts up and slid back down into the still-open car door.

    My dick was painfully packed against my body and my face was hot.

    My neighbor, a middle-aged woman, walked into the garage and headed for her car. I busied myself with my stuff, hoping she wouldn’t speak.

    ‘Good morning,’ she said.

    ‘Good morning,’ the guy said pleasantly. ‘How are you?’

    ‘Great,’ my neighbor said as she got in her car. ‘I hope it heats up today.’

    ‘It will.’ he said, looking at me. ‘I guarantee it.’

    With a smile she was gone, heading out to the street. Before the gate clanked itself shut we were at it again.

    This time his hands were rougher and more insistent. He yanked his zipper down and pulled out his own dick. It was nice and big and hard as a rock.

    He started jerking it off with one hand and feeling my chest and abs with the other.

    Because you’re so hot.

    It bounced around my mind.

    Then something snapped in me.

    I put my hands on his shoulders and pushed him down. He dropped to his knees on the hard cement.

    I moved forward and he took my dick into his mouth and started greedily sucking it. He made slurping noises as he caressed it with his lips and tongue.

    It felt so fucking good I could hardly stand it.

    I saw his other hand rapidly jacking his rod.

    Oh no you don’t, I thought.

    Grabbing his arms, I pulled him back up to his feet. I flipped him around so he was facing away from me and jammed my cock up against the back of his pants.

    My arms slid around him, enfolding him. I loved the feel of his shirt under my fingers, the fabric rough and alive with tactile sensuality. I slid my hands between the buttons to feel his warm skin underneath.

    Then I tightened my grip on him with one hand and took ahold of his jutting dick with the other. I started jerking him off and he started really panting.

    He was loving this as much as I was!

    He pushed back against me and I ground my solid cock up and down his pants, pushing it between his butt-cheeks.

    I was humping him dry.

    At this point I didn’t give a damn if any of my other neighbors came in or not.

    ‘Cause I wasn’t stopping for anything.

    I jerked the guy faster and he started grunting with pleasure.

    ‘Oh man,’ he whispered. ‘Oh you’re so fucking hot…yeah, jack me, dude, come on, that’s it, I’m almost there…’

    I leaned into him and started licking his neck and breathing hard into his ear. His dick was getting harder and harder in my hand. It wouldn’t be long now before he blew his load. My hips ground against his butt, as if my cock was trying to break through the fabric and into him.

    He started moaning. It was too loud, he was going to draw attention to us.

    And I didn’t want to be disturbed.

    I slid the hand that was holding him up to his face and covered his mouth with it. He went crazy, bucking in my arms like a wild horse. I held on to him tight, moving with him as he writhed in pleasure. I could almost feel the orgasm rocketing through him, and I knew he was coming.

    In the stillness of the morning I could hear the almost inaudible splattering of his come on the concrete.

    I held him until his breathing was back to normal.

    Then without a word he slipped out of my arms and got behind me. He slid one hand around my waist and the other took hold of my now-dripping dick.

    ‘Yeah, you’re so hot, man…’ he whispered into my ear as he started jerking me off. ‘When I saw you I knew I had to get you, had to have you — I knew if I just went to work I’d think about you all day, totally daydreaming about what might’ve happened if I’d followed you…’

    It was so incredibly intense it’s hard to describe. But there we were, never met before, hardly even talked, in my dark garage with my car on one side and my neighbor’s Porsche on the other…

    He had followed me in here. I didn’t ask for this, but it happened. He sought me out. Maybe he just needed to get off with someone, anyone…but he chose me.

    Me.

    He thought I was hot enough to risk his life to follow me into the dark.

    Most of the world was asleep. We were wide awake in the darkness and the chill, acting out some primeval sex ritual.

    Him in his office clothes, all clean and shaved, smelling of expensive cologne.

    Me in just my shorts, all unshaven and sweaty from the gym.

    I had never done anything like this before.

    And it was fucking hot.

    I was going to come.

    I thought about the surprise I felt when I saw him slow down, the shiver of excitement all through me when I realized it was me he was after, the electrifying kisses and his hands on my body, the feel of him in my arms with my dick grinding against his butt…

    …and the sensation of his hand jerking my cock off and his other arm wrapped around me.

    He was holding me tight.

    I had a feeling he would hold me until he gave me as much pleasure as I gave him.

    Even if it took all morning.

    But it didn’t.

    Because a second later I was shooting.

    Because you’re so hot.

    It felt so fucking good I wanted to scream it out.

    My jism jetted out of my dick to join his on the floor of the garage.

    Together we had made a puddle of it so thick, it started to run off towards the drain grill.

    He squeezed me, then let me go.

    I turned around to face him.

    The sun was getting higher, I could see him better now.

    And man was he good-looking.

    He must have seen me better to, because he smiled.

    I reached down and pulled my shorts up, and he pulled his dick inside and zipped up his pants.

    Then he leaned forward and kissed me.

    ‘I have to get to work.’ he said.

    I nodded.

    ‘Thanks for spending time with me.’

    I smiled at the statement’s simplicity.

    And then he was walking back towards the gate.

    He turned back once, to glance at me.

    Time stood still in that instant.

    The whole experience played back in my mind.

    It had been amazing.

    And now it was over.

    And I would probably never see him again.

    But then again, maybe I would. So far, this much had happened and the day had hardly begun. Who knew what else was waiting for me? My time stretched out in front of me indefinitely, limitless.

    I could do anything.

    I reached into my car and clicked the gate OPEN button on the remote. It was my way of letting him know it was okay, that I wished him well.

    He gave me a little salute, and then turned and headed out through the clanking gate.

    In a second he had disappeared out into the morning.

    Because you’re so hot.

    And I was. For the first time in my life, I believed it. I grabbed my gym bag, tossed it over my shoulder, and headed up to my apartment.

    I knew it was still cold out, but I didn’t even feel the chill.

    All I felt was the early morning heat.

    I knew it was going to be a good day.

    Who knows?

    Maybe when I was driving home from work I’d glance in my rear-view mirror and see a black BMW following me. For the first time, I didn’t wonder what it felt like to be one of those hot, sexy, confident men at the gym. I knew — because I was one of them. And it felt good.

    Damn good.


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  • Fourth floor flirt

    Andy had been flirting with me since I’d moved into the apartment complex. I wonder if he knew he’d end up with my cock in his ass flirting with me like that. Probably he did.

    The building was a tall tower with twelve floors. Living on the tenth floor meant I’d have a lot of long elevator rides to look forward to. But that was okay.

    I’d noticed Andy early on, maybe even the first day I got there. He was a thin young man, shorter than my 5’9′, with a head of curly dark hair and a lot of tattoos. They almost completely covered his arms – intricate, beautiful work – and depicted a menagerie of sea creatures: fish, octopus, dolphins, sharks and whales. He also had both of his ears pierced several times.

    Whenever we rode in the elevator together, he’d stare at me. I imagined what he saw when he looked at me…chiseled facial features, my eyes shiny and blue like the ocean. A well-trimmed goatee framing my mouth with the same auburn hair that covered my head. My body not lean like his, but more bulky and muscular. My chest hairy, my biceps big and rounded, my legs long and strong.

    I wasn’t sure of his intent at first when he stared at me, and not being shy, about the third or fourth time it happened I decided to break the ice.

    ‘Hey,’ I said as I got in the elevator. Andy looked a little surprised at being spoken to.

    ‘Hi,’ he said. ‘I’ve been seeing you around.’

    ‘Just moved in,’ I said, ‘My name’s Chris.’

    ‘I’m Andy,’ he said, now seeming almost shy. It was strange for him to be bashful after staring at me for the past few weeks, but it was sort of endearing. And he was certainly cute.

    ‘You’ve been looking at me,’ I said. Again, he looked surprised at my forwardness – but being inhibited never got me anything.

    ‘Sorry,’ he said, ‘I just…’

    ‘Yeah?’ I asked. Now it was his turn to be forward.

    ‘I just think you’re really sexy.’ He said. The elevator reached the fourth floor. ‘This is my floor.’ He said. ‘See you later?’

    ‘Sure,’ I said, ‘That’d be great.’

    The next morning Andy and I shared the elevator going down. We were both dressed for our office jobs. Andy looked cute in his dress shirt and slacks. I knew there wasn’t much time between the fourth floor and the ground floor, so I had to make this fast.

    ‘What would happen if I kissed you right now?’ I asked.

    He gave me a big smile.

    ‘I’d like it very much.’ He said. I smiled back at him, and leaned over until our faces were close. He smelled nice – clean, like soap and shampoo – and being this close to him was getting me excited. I gently touched my lips to his. It was a nice kiss – tame but tantalizing, evocative of future passions. Andy closed his eyes while I kissed him. I liked that. It showed me he was fully there with me, not distracted by other thoughts.

    All too soon we’d reached the ground floor. I broke the kiss and had another smile for him as soon as he opened his eyes.

    ‘Have a good day,’ I said.

    ‘I will now,’ was his answer. We reluctantly left the elevator, each going our own separate ways. I thought about Andy all day at work. I had daydreams about making love to him. When we were naked, I imagined all the sea creature tattoos on his arms coming to life, leaving his body and swimming all around us while we had sex.

    I hoped that we’d get back to the apartment building around the same time so we could ride together, and luckily we did. We looked at each other, both tousled and worn out from the day. But the energy and attraction between us was just as alive as it had been that morning.

    I’d been invited to kiss him once, and felt no need to ask again. As soon as we were alone in the elevator, I gently pushed him against the wall.

    ‘Hi -‘ Andy started, but I smothered whatever else he was going to say by kissing him. This time I was more bold, and stuck my tongue in his mouth.

    His own tongue was shy for a second, but soon was brave enough to rise up and meet mine. Little noises of excitement escaped Andy’s lips as we kissed.

    I put one hand on the wall on either side of him, closing him in, sort of making him mine. The elevator reached his floor, but when the doors opened I didn’t move.

    ‘Should I -‘ Andy started to ask, but I interrupted him.

    ‘You’re not going anywhere,’ I said, ‘This time you ride up with me,’ The doors closed and we headed up the rest of the way to my floor.

    ‘I like it when you tell me what to do,’ he said quietly.

    ‘Good,’ I said, ‘Kiss me,’ He leaned in close and touched my lips with his own. Andy was a good kisser – a little tentative, but with fire and passion behind it, ready to be awakened and called out. I raised one hand to his chin and held it gently, tipping his face up a tiny bit so I had ever better access to his mouth.

    I stuck my tongue into him again and as I did I pushed him into the corner of the elevator with my body, not breaking the kiss as I did. It was fun to hold him there, only letting him move when I wanted him to. He was in my power.

    As the elevator climbed I held Andy there in the corner, kissing him hard, and I could feel my cock grow stiff, stretching in my pants. I pushed against him and I could feel his dick get hard in his dress slacks, as hard as mine. We reached my floor but when the doors opened I ignored them. Andy tried to say something but I stopped him.

    ‘Shut up,’ I said, ‘I’m not done with you yet.’ When the doors closed again, I pulled the emergency stop button on the control panel. There were two elevators, everyone could use one for a while, I didn’t give a shit. Then I knew we wouldn’t have any more interruptions. On a sudden impulse I hit off on the light control, too.

    Andy let out a little squeak of surprise (and fear?) when darkness surrounded us. I grabbed him with both hands and lifted him up off the floor against the wall.

    ‘Whoa!’ he said with a giggle.

    ‘You like that?’ I asked, ‘You like being in my power, don’t you, Andy?’

    ‘Yes,’ he said, ‘I like it a lot.’

    ‘Good,’ I said, slowly lowering him back to the floor. I put one hand on his shoulder, the other I ran through his hair. Even though it was dark, I could feel my way around Andy’s body. I ran one hand gently down his face, tracing his features – forehead, eyebrows, nose, cheeks, lips…

    I paused at his lips and he kissed my fingers. This excited me even more and I pushed one of my fingers into his mouth. Andy sucked my finger like a baby with a pacifier. I stuck another finger in, and another, and soon all of them were in his mouth, and he was sucking them like there was no tomorrow. I got down on my knees in front of him and used my free hand to touch the bulge that was Andy’s cock through his pants. It felt good – not as big as mine, but with lots of potential.

    I took my hand out of his mouth and used both hands to hold him in place at his hips. Then I brought my face to his crotch and nuzzled his cock with my nose and mouth. I licked the fabric of his pants, tracing the shape of his dick. I heard him murmur above me. When I couldn’t resist any longer I unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his slacks and pulled them down with his shorts.

    With my hands I felt his boner sticking out from his body, jutting towards me. I opened my mouth and engulfed his cock. Andy gasped in pleasure as I did, and I felt his hands in my hair, stroking it, running his fingers through it.

    Sucking him off was great – I knew I was making him feel good, and that made me feel good. I reached down and felt my own stiff rod, rubbing it a few times. I licked Andy’s shaft up and down, wanting to give him maximum pleasure. I tongued his cockhead, teasing his piss slit. His whole body quivered as I blew him, and he started moaning quietly.

    ‘Oh, dude,’ he whispered, ‘That’s so intense, it feels so good.’

    I let his dick slip out of my mouth long enough to say ‘Yeah, you like that, huh?’

    ‘Oh man I fucking love you sucking me,’ he said breathlessly, ‘It’s the fucking best!’

    ‘Show me how good it feels,’ I told him as I stood up, ‘Get down on your knees and suck my cock like I did yours.’ Andy dropped to his knees so fast I felt the air move. He undid my belt and pants and what a relief it was for my cock to be free of the confining fabric.

    He licked my shaft, his slippery tongue caressing it all the way from its root to its head.

    ‘Yeah, man,’ I said. ‘Take that cock in your mouth! Blow me, man! Suck me like I know you want to!’ He obeyed, letting my hot rod slip right into his mouth. It felt fantastic, especially when he started some serious sucking – taking as much of my eight-incher as he could, then sliding it back out to the head.

    I put my hands on his head and guided him on my dick, now I was the one getting maximum pleasure! For some reason having all this happen in the pitch-black of the darkened elevator made it even hotter. My balls were throbbing with man-juice, wanting so badly to expel it out through my cock and down Andy’s willing throat.

    But I couldn’t shoot yet – we’d just begun! And I knew he wasn’t ready yet, he knew there was more to come. I pulled Andy off my cock and pushed him down lower, burying his face in my hairy crotch.

    ‘Suck my balls, Andy.’ I said. ‘I know you want to. Suck them like the good boy I know you are.’ He obeyed and kissed my hairy ball-sack, then tenderly took one ball in his mouth. He held it gently there, safe in the warmth of his mouth. Then he let it slide around inside, every move sending thrills of excitement through me.

    ‘Oh, it feels so good,’ I groaned. Andy took my other ball into his mouth then and I almost experienced pleasure overload! I heard him moan, a long murmur of satisfaction and excitement as he sucked my balls. With one hand I felt my dick, which was hard as a steel spike by now, seeming to pulse in time with my heart.

    I knew I could make myself come with only a stroke or two of my hand, but not yet, not yet! But if this kept up, I wouldn’t have a choice!

    ‘Get up here and kiss me,’ I said suddenly. I had to get Andy’s focus away from my cock and balls for a second or I would shoot for sure. He let my balls slide out of his mouth and stood up quickly.

    ‘Is something wrong?’ he asked in a worried tone of voice.

    ‘No,’ I said, ‘It feels fucking awesome,’

    ‘Then why -‘ he started.

    ‘Shut up and kiss me,’ I told him, and pressed my mouth against his. I wrapped my arms around Andy and held him tight. Our kiss was long and heated once again. When we finally broke he laid his head on my shoulder and let it rest there.

    It was kind of sweet to share this experience with him. A wonderful intimacy had been created between us, even though we hardly knew each other. I thought about Andy as I held him in the dark, and my thoughts surprised me.

    Somehow, I felt as if I sort of loved him. But how could that be, with this being the first time we really interacted? I knew I wanted to have sex with him, and that I felt protective of him. I cared about him. Was all that love? Did it matter? I decided that it didn’t. What Andy and I were sharing was special, and exciting. Was that enough, at least to start with?

    Yes I thought with finality.

    I reached to the control panel and found the light control. Switching the lights back on, I then pushed the emergency stop button to de-activate it, and the doors of the elevator opened.

    ‘Come on,’ I said to Andy, taking his hand and leading him out of the elevator. I took him to my apartment, where I left the lights off but lit a few heady-scented candles.

    Into my bedroom we went, and I laid him down on my bed. Climbing on top of him, I started taking his clothes off. He did the same for me, and soon we were both naked.

    Andy was very sexy with no clothes on. His chest was hairless, his abs defined, his cock thick and hard, his whole body lean and slender. I got up on my knees and looked down at him with a smile.

    ‘You’re hot, man,’ I said.

    ‘Right back at you!’ Andy said, as he saw my cock, stiff and uncut, jutting out from my body and desperate to taste this hunk of boymeat lying beneath me.

    ‘I want to fuck you, Andy,’ I said.

    ‘Good,’ he answered, ‘Because I want you to fuck me.’

    ‘Glad that’s out of the way,’ I said, and we both laughed. I could hear his breathing, every lungful of air drawn in with a tremor of excitement, blown out with a thrill of expectation. His body seemed to glow in the dim light, and my desire for him was suddenly so strong and intense that it startled me.

    I wanted to get inside him, to experience what I saw as his innocence from the inside out. I wanted him so badly – part of me wanted to consummate quickly, to take him and ravage him suddenly, but another wanted to wait and savor every inch of him. To study him in detail and learn every hill and valley of his body, to memorize his every curve, and treasure every quivering breath he took.

    But my desire won out, of course. There was no time for navel-gazing when such a fine specimen of ass was being offered to me. Even at a navel as perfect and picturesque as Andy’s. He wanted me badly too – all the weeks of being my fourth floor flirt were coming to a climax – and he needed, not just wanted, but needed me inside him.

    ‘Please fuck me,’ he whimpered, ‘I need you to fuck me!’

    ‘Yeah?’ I said, teasing him, ‘You need my hot cock in you, Andy?’

    ‘Yes!’ he said.

    ‘Want me to take this stiff rod and shove it up that ass of yours?’

    ‘Yes!’ he said desperately, ‘Please!’

    ‘Okay,’ I said, ‘You’re just lucky I can’t resist you any longer, you’re such fucking choice meat!’

    ‘I’ll do anything you want,’ he said.

    ‘Yes,’ I said, ‘I know you will.’

    ‘I’ll let you fuck me any way you want to.’ He said, as if needed to convince me I should screw him. That decision had been made weeks ago, when I’d first laid eyes on him in the elevator.

    ‘Get on your stomach,’ I told him, and he obeyed. ‘Hand me a rubber and some lube.’ He did and I slowly unwrapped the condom and rolled it down over my hard shaft. With the lube I got myself nice and ready to screw some ass.

    I laid down on top of Andy, and he murmured when I rested my weight on him. My cock nestled between his buttcheeks, and he wiggled his ass a little for me. It felt good, sort of like being tickled. I rubbed my crotch into him, and it was delicious to feel the friction we made together.

    I slid one hand between our bodies and found his asshole. With some leftover lube I played with it, teasing and stretching, opening that entrance to his body. Andy moaned beneath me, a sound of pleasure and anticipation. When I was satisfied that he was ready, I pushed the head of my dick into his hole. He tensed up a bit, but I whispered encouragingly in his ear.

    ‘You’re doing great,’ I said, ‘Just relax and let me in.’

    ‘Okay…’ he whispered in response.

    Gently pushing into him, I slowly inserted the rest of my cock inside of

    Andy. It felt wonderful, incredible, like my whole body was electrified with pleasure and delight.

    ‘Oh it feels so good,’ Andy whispered.

    ‘Yeah, you like me there, don’t you?’ I asked, ‘You like me inside you…’

    ‘Yes, I love having you inside me,’ he said, ‘It’s the fucking best!’

    With the hand that wasn’t guiding my cock into his hole I reached down under him and found his own rod hard as a rock. I took his stiff cock in my hand and squeezed it tightly, making Andy gasp. Now with my dick all the way inside him, I could start really working him.

    I made love to the man under me then, pushing my cock in further and further. It was fantastic to fuck him that way, exactly as hot and sexy as I had imagined it being. With my hand I started jerking Andy’s cock, wanting to share with him all the pleasure he was giving me. In response to my stimulation he started lifting his ass up for me, pushing it up into the air, causing my dick to go even deeper into him. It was wonderful.

    ‘Oh, Andy,’ I groaned, ‘I’ve wanted to do this since the first time I saw you…’

    ‘Yeah,’ he answered, ‘I’ve wanted you to do this since the first time I saw you!’

    Finally the friction was too intense to resist any longer.

    ‘I’m coming!’ I said.

    ‘Me too!’ he said, ‘Please keep jerking me!’

    I did and we came together, our orgasms blooming inside us like ecstatic flowers. I shot my load into my condom deep in his ass, and Andy shot his onto my bed, his cock pulsing in my hand.

    When we were both done, I let go of his dick and gently pulled mine out of him. I climbed off of him and went to the bathroom to flush the condom. Returning with towels, I cleaned us both up. Then I got back into bed with him.

    We got under the covers and Andy nestled next to me and rested his head on my chest. I put my arm around him protectively, and held him tight.

    It was good to hold him that way – it made me feel strong and powerful.

    Andy quickly fell asleep, his breathing becoming slow and regular. I stayed awake though, just holding him, breathing in time with him. I imagined that I could hear our two heartbeats, beating together, into the night.

  • Customer Is Always Tight

    I was shooting the breeze with another sales associate on a typically slow Monday afternoon when a customer walked into the store. I gave him the once-over and could tell from his hound’s-tooth jacket, black turtleneck, gabardine slacks, and polished leather shoes that he obviously had good fashion sense, and wasn’t afraid to spend a large buck or two on clothing. So I whipped around a row of Hugo Boss suits, ahead of my colleague, and made first contact with the customer/commission.

    ‘Looking for anything in particular?’ I asked.

    He regarded me with a pair of warm, brown eyes and smiled. ‘Yes. I need two or three new pairs of pants. Business-casual style pants.’

    ‘I think I know just what you’re looking for,’ I told him confidently, little realizing, at that time, the folly of my statement. ‘Right this way.’

    He followed me to the back of the store where the business-casual clothing was located, then bumped into me when I stopped short at a rack of dress pants. I felt his strong hands grip my slim waist as he steadied himself. ‘Sorry,’ he said unnecessarily.

    I turned around and got a good look at him. He was about my height, six feet, with a lean, athletic build – broad in the shoulders, narrow at the waist. His hair was cut short and his facial features were fine, almost delicate. He appeared to be in his late twenties, maybe early thirties. ‘We have a wide selection of pants,’ I said, as he began feeling material. ‘But, first of all, I should take your measurements – to make sure that you get a proper fit?’

    He nodded his head. ‘Good idea. I have lost a bit of weight lately.’

    ‘Really? You look good. I mean … you look good.’ My face reddened as I stared into his deep, liquid eyes.

    ‘Thanks,’ he replied, smiling.

    We moved over to the three-panel mirrors, where there was a bit more room, and I picked up a measuring tape and squatted down in front of him.

    ‘Let me make it easier for you,’ he said, and took off his jacket, slung it over his shoulder, and spread his legs.

    At close range, I could smell the warm, inviting musk that he was wearing – an intoxicating scent that clouded my brain with lewd, languid thoughts. I placed the tape against the heel of his right shoe with my left hand, and then slowly moved it up his leg with my right hand. I heard the faintest of gasps when I pressed the tape against the inside of his crotch, but I wasn’t sure who it had come from – him or me. I felt a bulge when I rested my hand between his legs. I shot a quick glance at that rather large bulge and swallowed hard.

    ‘Okay, all done,’ I croaked, and rose up on shaky legs.

    ‘Okay,’ he replied softly. He looked at me with a knowing grin twisting the corners of his thick, sensuous lips. A pink tongue darted out and wetted those lips.

    I felt my cock hardening in my pants, so I quickly shifted mental gears from thoughts of erotic fantasy to thoughts of business reality, to avoid a potentially sales-fatal tenting situation. I looped the measuring tape around his waist and tried hard not to think of his strong body so very close to mine, or his moist lips, or his hot breath on my ear. My hands were shaking. I glanced at the twitching measuring tape and read thirty-two inches.

    ‘Thirty-two?’ he asked, his voice vibrating through my body.

    I took a step back. ‘Thirty-two,’ I confirmed.

    He laughed, then walked over to the pants rack and took some time carefully selecting four or five pairs. He had a good eye for clothing, but what I wanted to eye was his unclothing. ‘The change rooms are right over there,’ I said, pointing to five closet-sized compartments along the back wall.

    ‘Thanks,’ he said, and opened the door to one and walked in.

    ‘Let me know if you need any help,’ I told him, as the door closed. I wiped a thin film of sweat off my forehead.

    A few minutes later, I was idly rearranging some sports jackets that didn’t need rearranging when a soft, muffled voice called out to me from behind, ‘Could you come in here a moment?’

    It was my man in the change room. ‘Sure,’ I called back. ‘I’ll be right there.’

    I walked over to the change cubicles, opened the door on an empty one, closed it, and then opened its neighbor and found my customer. He was standing on the narrow wooden bench against the wall. He was naked from the waist down, his huge, black cock pointing right at me!

    ‘Hi,’ he said casually. ‘I’m having trouble getting these pants on with this thing,’ he stroked his monster erection and smiled, ‘like it is. Anything you can do to help?’

    My knees went weak and blood drained out of my face and into my groin. I’d never seen a bigger, or blacker, cock in all my life – except in porno videos, of course. It must have been at least ten inches long – at least; and it was straight and true and as blue-black as a long, thick piece of candy store licorice. ‘Uh, sure,’ I mumbled, my mouth drier than the Sahara Desert. I stumbled into the tiny change room and shut and latched the door before anyone else could grab an eyeful.

    ‘I thought that you might be able to help me,’ he said, stroking his incredible tool with slow, deft strokes.

    I nodded dumbly, my body warm and thick, my cock hard and heavy. Saliva suddenly filled my mouth like a Pavlovian dog at first sight of a giant bone, and my throat muscles started to relax for action. My initial shock and nervousness were gone; I was ready for some real customer service. I had sucked on a lot of dicks in my day, but none this long, and none black. Still, I was more than up for the unexpected challenge.

    I moved closer to him, and he released his cock from his hand into mine. His body spasmed and he groaned as I firmly gripped his long, hard pole. He groaned again and closed his eyes when I began jerking him off, pulling up and down on his awesome length. His cock was beautiful, felt beautiful, and, amazingly, it grew even longer and thicker as my practiced hand pumped it.

    ‘Oh, yeah, that feels good,’ he said, abandoning his massive cock to my worshipping hand.

    ‘You ain’t felt nothin’ yet,’ I told him, and bent down and teased the tip of his swollen manhood with my outstretched tongue.

    His body jerked and slammed back against the wall.

    ‘Easy, big guy,’ I warned, vaguely recalling that there was a very public store behind the thin partition of the change room. We’d have to keep it quiet and clean. The sense of danger and urgency only hardened my cock still further.

    ‘Suck my dick,’ he whispered fiercely.

    I grunted an affirmative, held his huge rod at its base, and proceeded to tongue-flog his cockhead – teasing the sensitive underside, slapping my tongue across his slit, licking him up and down in long, hard, wet strokes. He thrust his hips forward, begging me to get with some serious cocksucking, and I did. I took the enormous head of his cock into my mouth and sucked on it – popped it in and out until its rich, full blackness gleamed with saliva under the muted lights.

    He ran his fingers through my short, blonde hair, urging me to suck deeper on his cock, spurring me on, pulling my head closer. The air grew thick with the smell of man inside the cramped cubicle. I opened my mouth wide and sucked up and down his shaft, taking more and more of his humungous cock into my mouth with each head-bob. Then I pulled his slickened cock out of my mouth and stoked it rapidly with my hand, and then pulled it up and pressed it against his body. I bent further down and licked at his balls.

    ‘Yeah,’ he breathed. ‘Lick my balls, baby.’

    I lapped at his heavy pouch, painted it with my tongue, bounced his balls around on my tongue tip, and then swallowed his left ball in my mouth. His body spasmed. I stroked his cock and sucked his balls, swallowing them, tugging on them, rolling them around in my mouth. I licked underneath his balls, dug my tongue in between his legs. He spread himself wider and I drank in the essence of that gorgeous man. I crammed his whole pouch into my mouth and sucked on it, lightly nipped at it. He looked down at me and his face wore an expression of shocked ecstasy, his eyes filmed with lust.

    I finally disgorged his heavy balls and went back to work on his giant cock. I bathed his dick with my tongue, running my slimy pleasure tool slowly up from the base of his monster cock to the bottom of his mammoth hood. It was a long journey, and a satisfying one. I polished his cockhead with my loving hand as I licked the underside of his cock, again and again, marveling at his size and his taste.

    ‘I can’t hold out much longer,’ he moaned.

    Little did he know that the best was yet to come. ‘Hold it together,’ I said, slobbering over his cock. ‘I’ve got something to show you.’

    His hands tightened on my head in anticipation.

    I popped his cockhead back into my mouth, sucked on it for a moment, and then began inching my lips down his magnificent meat. My mouth was a vacuum, and I sucked more and more of his cock into my mouth, until, when I’d consumed almost half of it, his hood banged up against the back of my throat. I further relaxed my throat muscles and kept right on gulping down his cock.

    ‘Jesus Christ!’ he cried out.

    I spun my eyes upward and stared meaningfully at his incredulous face. Then I re-focused on the pleasurable task at hand and continued on my way down his massive, night-shaded cock. Inch by swollen inch I sucked his cock into my mouth and throat, taking my sweet time, enjoying the sensation of deep-throating this man’s massive dick. His hands clutched desperately at my hair, and I felt sweat drip off his face and splash down onto mine – and what was left of his rapidly disappearing cock.

    ‘I’m gonna cum in your mouth, baby!’ he hissed.

    I knew that it was time for the final push. I thrust my head forward and gulped down the remaining two inches of his ebony dong. It slid down easy. His entire cock was now packed into the warm, wet tightness of my mouth and throat. I pushed out my tongue and lapped at his balls.

    It was all too much for him. He moaned and his body jerked and white-hot cum gushed down my throat. He must have been saving it up for just such a special occasion, because his body spasmed over and over and over, and with each spasm came another and another and another stream of sizzling semen. He tore at my hair, grunted and grunted again, cum pouring out of his ruptured cock and flooding my throat in a never-ending torrent. The sensation was exhilarating for me, sheer ecstasy for him.

    Finally, after he had sprayed what seemed like a gallon of cum inside of me, his body trembled and his knees buckled and his cock jumped with the aftershocks of orgasmic joy. ‘Jesus Christ,’ he murmured, dazed and disoriented by the magnitude of his cum-letting. He let go of my head and his hands dropped to his sides.

    He watched in wasted wonderment, through half-closed eyes, as I slowly tugged his spent cock out of my throat, one sopping wet inch at a time. It tumbled out of my gaping maw like a python uncoiling, until, finally, I had only his cockhead left in my mouth. I sucked hard on it, milking it, draining away and swallowing the last few drops of his salty-sweet goodness.

    ‘You’re fantastic,’ he praised in an exhausted voice.

    ‘Thanks,’ I said, licking my lips and gazing wistfully at the long, glistening, black snake that dangled empty from between his muscular legs. ‘But now it’s my turn.’

    ‘Anything,’ he groaned. ‘Anything.’

    ‘I was hoping you’d say that.’ I quickly kicked off my shoes and peeled off my pants and shorts. My cock rose stiff and sure in the super-heated air. It wasn’t quite as long as his hardened rope, but it could still plug holes with the best of ’em. ‘I want to fuck you in the ass,’ I said frankly.

    His eyes popped open, then he smiled contentedly and nodded. ‘Sounds good.’ He stepped down off the bench and into my arms.

    We clung to each other, kissed fiercely, our tongues swirling together ferociously. He gripped me in his strong arms and pressed his rock-hard body against mine. My cock ground into his and I pumped my hips. I stuck out my tongue and he sucked on it – fast, heated strokes, like he was sucking a slippery cock. Then we jammed our lips together again and kissed long and hard and passionately, tasting each other, staring hungrily into each other’s eyes.

    He broke away and dropped to the floor, put his arms up on the bench, and raised his big, black ass into the air and demanded some man-loving. I moved in behind him, took hold of his butt cheeks. They were round and firm, full and taut, and I kneaded them with my hands, caressed them, squeezed them, slapped the playful pair of them.

    ‘Fuck my ass,’ he said.

    I bent down and kissed his glorious ass, and licked and bit his cheeks. ‘Spread ’em,’ I ordered.

    He rested his chin on the bench, reached back, and pulled his ass cheeks apart. ‘Do me!’ he hissed.

    I gazed into the blinding black nothingness of his asshole, and my pulse quickened another twenty beats per minute. I spat a couple of times into my trembling hand and then rubbed my cock with the saliva. I rubbed some of the hot spit into his asshole and he moaned. ‘Here I come,’ I warned, and gently pushed my purple cockhead against his pucker.

    I pushed harder, and my cockhead slowly eased into his ass. The sensation was pure heaven; he was tight – very, very tight. I shoved more of my rigid cock into his vise-like ass, more and more, until, unexpectedly, he thrust backwards and my cock sank all the way into his ass. I was buried to the balls.

    ‘Yeah,’ I groaned, the hot, tight feeling sending sexual shockwaves crashing through my electrified body.

    ‘Bang my ass, baby!’ he pleaded.

    I thrust in and out of him, slowly, slowly at first, then faster and faster. My steely seven inches of man-joy cut his ass in two as I banged away at him, pounding my meat into his spectacular ass. My balls smacked against his butt cheeks, the sharp sound rising even above our moaning and groaning, and I slammed his bodacious booty over and over and over again.

    There is no better sensation on this earth than the raw, unbridled, flaming sexual sensation of plundering a young man’s sweet, tight ass with a raging hard-on. I thumped my new lover’s ass for all I was worth, for as long and as hard as I could. And that wasn’t long. ‘I’m gonna cum!’ I cried out hoarsely, banging away at him.

    ‘Cum in my ass!’ he yelled back.

    My head started to swim and sweat poured off my face, as I felt my balls tingle with the cum boiling inside of them – gathering for the explosive rocket ride up my shaft and into my man’s hot, hot ass. My body quivered uncontrollably and I screamed, ‘Here I cum!’ and searing semen raced the engorged length of my dick, roared out the tip, and erupted into his ass.

    ‘Fuck, yeah!’ I cried, my body jerking to and fro as I ass-blasted that man with load after load of scorching jism. His butt cheeks bounced gloriously as I kept pounding into him, filling his ass with my cum.

    My body tensed one last time, my cock spoke its sizzling gratitude one final time, and I teetered on the edge of consciousness. Then my cock slid out of his violated ass and I puddled on the floor, wasted.

    ***

    Somehow, we managed to put ourselves back together in a matter of minutes, and I sold him the pants that he’d taken into the change room. Before he left, I gave him my business card with my home phone number jotted in.

    ‘Looks like you made a pretty good sale there,’ my colleague remarked, as my lover left the store with a wave of his hand.

    ‘It’s all in the technique,’ I replied, a satiated smile on my puffy lips.

    ‘Uh-huh. Ray’s always been a bit of a clotheshorse.’

    ‘You know him!?’ I asked.

    ‘Sure. He’s my brother. I told him that he’d find what he was looking for here.’


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  • Contact Made

    When I saw the posting on the message board, I knew I had to answer. ‘Oral service given by hot 28 year old stud looking for same. Blond, blue eyes, goatee, nine inches.’

    I sent him e-mail. We began corresponding. He told me his name was Stephen. He was direct and to the point. He was looking for dick to suck and it just so happens I’m always looking to have mine sucked. After exchanging several messages, we both were interested in meeting. We made arrangements to get together at a cafe South of Market one Tuesday night after work.

    As I walked up Folsom Street that evening, I wondered if I should even be meeting any body like this. When I thought about having a hot stud suck me off, no questions, no commitments, my cock hardened to its full stiff seven inches. And if I wasn’t in to it, I didn’t have to do anything.

    Arriving at the cafe about twenty minutes early, I ordered an Italian soda. Stephen told me that he would wait at a table outside. I grabbed a table in the window by the front door. I watched and waited for him to show up.

    At about quarter after six, I saw a guy enter the cafe who fit Stephen’s description: tall, about six feet, good looking, short cropped blond hair and a goatee. He wore a black leather jacket and tight faded jeans that hugged a nice, round butt. He showed a mouth-watering sized basket. I was fairly certain it was him, although half the guys hanging out South of Market met the description. He grabbed a latte and then a table outside. Like an animal stalking its prey, I watched him from the window, my eyes never leaving him. I wanted to make absolutely sure it was him before I made my move.

    My stomach was in knots as I approached his table. What if it wasn’t him? What if I made a damn fool of myself? It was possible that he might not find me as hot as I found him. It’s not that I’m bad looking or anything–I would say I’m an average kind of guy–mid thirties, dark hair, hazel eyes–not bad looking.

    ‘Are you Stephen?’ I asked.

    ‘Jesse?’

    I joined Stephen at his table. We made small talk for awhile, mostly about work and the computer BBS we were on. I was more than a little anxious. In addition to being nervous about the meeting, I was still wound up from a stressful day at work. This wasn’t a normal way for me to find a sex partner–I usually hung out and cruised at the bars, but I was getting a little sick and tired of all the games and all the attitude.

    Hoping that Stephen wasn’t picking up on my anxiety, I asked him several questions. Stephen and I talked some more. I started to calm down about the whole thing. I was taken back by his cool, aloof manner. The longer we talked, the more I hoped we would get down to that hot oral service that his posting on the board talked about.

    ‘You have any plans for tonight?’ he asked.

    ‘No, meeting you was all I scheduled,’ I said.

    ‘You want to go get a drink?’

    ‘Sure,’

    We went to a nearby bar, a little hole in the wall. It wasn’t very crowded, but there was an interesting crowd. Stephen grabbed us a couple of drinks. Sitting down near the front door, we continued our conversation.

    It didn’t take long for the alcohol to rush to my head. I had an early lunch that day and hadn’t eaten since early afternoon. After a few drinks, I felt a lot more relaxed and had a slight buzz on. Stephen and I kept talking, but we were skirting the issue that had brought us out that evening.

    While we talked, I kept eyeing Stephen’s crotch. Up close, the bulge in his pants was even more impressive than from a distance. He had a good sized package stuffed into his jeans. From what I could tell, the posting about the nine inches wasn’t false advertising.

    At one point, Stephen’s knee brushed against mine. The air was charged with sexual tension. I was glad Stephen had made the first move. I had been to uptight to do anything. When his knee brushed against mine again, my heart was pounding an erratic rhythm and knot rose in my throat. Gazing into Stephen’s blue eyes, I pressed my leg against his. Stephen then placed his hand on my knee. I watched as the bulge in his pants got bigger. My own cock was rock hard.

    Stephen’s hand traveled up my leg. He squeezed my thigh. My cock was now straining in my pants. Reaching over he grabbed my crotch and kneaded my growing cock through my jeans.

    ‘Nice,’ he said.

    I looked around the bar. None of the other patrons seemed too interested in Stephen groping my crotch. I reached down and grabbed his cock and kneaded his basket. He hadn’t been lying about his cock. He did have nine inches in there. We sat there groping each other’s hard cocks. I was already dripping a steady flow of pre-cum.

    ‘You want to go to my place?’ I asked.

    ‘It’s too far.’

    ‘How about yours?’

    ‘It’s too out of the way.’ I mischievous grin crept across Stephen’s face. ‘You ever done it outdoors?’

    I shook my head no. ‘I’m willing to give it a try.’

    ‘There’s lots of dark alleys around here. Let’s go.’

    We finished our drinks, grabbed our jackets and headed out of the bar into the night.

    Stephen and I wandered around South of Market for over fifteen minutes looking for a suitable place for out tryst.

    ‘I’ve got to piss,’ said Stephen.

    ‘So do I.’

    We found some overgrown bushes next to a deserted looking building. Stephen unzipped his pants and hauled out his huge cock. It was a nice thick piece of cut meat. I pulled my own cock out of my pants, but I couldn’t keep my eyes off Stephen’s.

    Streams of hot piss puddled on the ground. When we were done pissing, neither one of us zipped up. Stroking our cocks, they grew longer and harder. Stephen cleared his throat, reached over and wrapped his fist around my hardon. He began to slowly jack my cock. His grip was firm. His hand was warm. I shuddered at his touch.

    ‘That feels good.’ I said.

    We stared each other down. Reaching over, I grasped Stephen’s hard cock in my fist and began to stroke him. He was wearing a studded leather cock ring. He followed suit and wrapped his warm hand around my hard cock. We stood there in the dark stroking each other cocks until we heard voices in the street.

    ‘I don’t think it’s too safe here,’ I said.

    We stuffed our hardons back into our pants and walked back towards Folsom Street. It took us a while to find someplace that was out of the way of foot traffic. Stephen grabbed at my crotch as we explored South of Market in the moonlight.

    We eventually found a fenced-in unattended parking lot with a large gate off a side street. There was a large truck parked next to the fence. Shrubs and bushes had overgrown the chain link fence, shielding the view inside from the street It wasn’t completely out of the way, but it was dark enough so that if somebody walked down the street we wouldn’t be seen.

    Walking the length of the parking lot alongside the truck, our footsteps crunched through the gravel covering the lot. Music was playing loudly several doors down the street. I could still hear the din of traffic in the distance buzzing down Folsom Street.

    Stopping at the end of the truck, Stephen leaned against the back bumper. I stood and faced him.

    ‘How’s this?’ he asked.

    ‘I guess its okay.’

    I stepped closer. I could still make out Stephen handsome features in the moonlight. I stepped even closer to him. I could feel his hot breath on my face. Stephen reached out and fondled my crotch again. My cock hadn’t gone down since we pissed in the bushes earlier. He had me fucking hot. Stephen fumbled with his zipper and then pulled out his nine inches. I followed suit and pulled out my own cock.

    Standing there face to face in the moonlight, we stroked each other’s hard dicks. Never having done anything like this before, I was still a little anxious. Stephen, on the other hand, seemed to be totally relaxed and into the whole scene.

    Without any warning, Stephen dropped to his knees on the gravel and took my hard cock in his mouth. I’ve been told I have just the right sized cock for cocksucking–it’s about six inches and not too thick. Stephen gulped down my cock all the way to my bush without any problem.

    His warm and moist mouth plunged up and down on my shaft. I began to enjoy the sensations of his tongue on my shaft. Looking down, I watched Stephen stroke his dick as he sucked my cock.

    I drifted off and soon forgot where I was, only wanting to enjoy Stephen’s cocksucking. I pumped my cock in and out of Stephen’s hot throat, fucking his face in a steady rhythm. My thrusts were in time with the music playing in the background. Stephen hungrily gobbled up my cock. I was jolted back to reality when I heard the crash of a trash can against the street.

    I pulled my cock out of Stephen’s mouth. Stephen stood up. I tried to stuff my cock back in my pants. I didn’t want to get caught in the act. The last thing I needed was to get arrested for having sex in the bushes. We peered through the foliage. I couldn’t see anybody. Then I saw someone struggling with the trash can.

    ‘Don’t worry. He can’t see us,’ whispered Stephen.

    Stephen pulled his cock back out of his pants. I did the same. He knelt back down. His lips encircled my cockhead. This time I leaned against the back of the truck while Stephen worked his hot mouth over my shaft. My cock slid down Stephen’s throat with ease.

    He was a great cocksucker. I slowly bucked my hips back and forth, my cock thrusting in and out of his mouth. Stephen resumed stroking his cock. I watched him again as he grasped his long thick cock. He tugged long and hard on his stiff cock. I tried as best I could to block out the sounds of the traffic and blaring music on Folsom. I concentrated on the sounds of flesh against flesh, the sounds of heavy breathing and the thump of my heartbeat in my ears.

    Feeding hungrily on my cock, Stephen ran his tongue up and down my quivering cockshaft. I looked down and watched as my shaft slid into his mouth. My wet cock glistened in the moonlight.

    My cock still in his mouth, Stephen glanced up at me. The moon was reflected in his steel-blue eyes. He was making me feel so damn good. I wanted to return the favor.

    ‘Let me suck you,’ I said.

    ‘You want some?’

    I knelt down in front of Stephen, taking him in my mouth. His cock was big, almost too big. I usually prefer taking a cock his size up my ass, but I knew I wasn’t going to have the pleasure given our surroundings. I hoped that there would be another time.

    Stephen began to thrust his cock in and out of my mouth. He grabbed my head and fucked his cock down my throat. He built up his tempo as his oversized cock pumped in and out of my mouth. Stephen was a little more than I could handle. I gagged a couple of times. He eased back up. I licked down the length of his shaft and then swabbed my tongue over his shaved balls.

    Taking his rod from my mouth, I grasped it in my hand. Stephen shuddered. The night air had grown cool and damp. Tracking my tongue up and down his piss-slit, I licked his fleshy cockhead. Working my way down to his balls again, I nuzzled my face in his crotch. He smelled of leather, sweat and piss. I took his cock in my mouth again. The heat of his entire body coursed down the length of his shaft into my mouth.

    Stephen was back down on his knees deep throating my cock when the night was disrupted by the roar of motorcycles coming down the alley. Beginning to feel panicked, I breathed in shallow, quick gasps. Stephen didn’t seem to notice even as the roar got louder and shadows danced on the building behind us as the bikes came further down the alley.

    ‘Oh shit,’

    ‘Ssh.’

    I tried to pull my cock out of Stephen’s mouth, but he clamped down hard on my shaft. He held my dick in his mouth as the two motorcycles pulled up alongside the fence. I turned and caught a glimpse through the foliage of two guys in black leather pulling off their motorcycle helmets. They had to have seen us. I heard voices and then somebody laughing. I tried to listen to what they were saying. Stephen resumed sucking my cock. I took a deep breath and tried to relax. Stephen’s cocksucking did the trick. It wasn’t long before the night air was filled with my groans of pleasure.

    Even though my back was to the two guys, I knew they were watching us. I tried to ignore the fact they were there and get into Stephen sucking my dick, but in the back of my mind I knew we had an audience. I struggled with the uncertainties that had been aroused by our situation. Stephen, on the other had, seemed to be more turned on my it. He gulped down my cock like he was eating his last meal.

    Rocking my hips back and forth, my cock thrust in and out of Stephen’s mouth. His throat muscles milked my cock. I pushed in deeper and deeper, my cock sliding deep down his throat. I felt the coarse hair of Stephen’s goatee against my balls. I picked up my pace and thrusted in and out of Stephen’s hot mouth while the two guys watched.

    I tensed up only slightly when I heard footsteps in the gravel on both sides of the truck. I glanced over my shoulder for just a moment. Our audience was about to join us.

    Continuing to milk my cock with his throat, Stephen glanced up into my eyes. The silence between us loomed heavily like the San Francisco night mist.

    Two figures in black appeared from around the truck, taking position on opposite corners. One guy was a tall blond with a moustache in his mid to late thirties. The other guy was a younger Asian guy with long shiny black hair. They were both dressed in black leather pants, boots and jackets.

    They didn’t appear to be threatening, but I was struggling to keep my emotions in check. It was a scene out of a fucking porn flick. My senses were overcome with sensations–the smell of black leather, the cold, damp night air in my lungs, Stephen’s hot, wet mouth on my rock hard cock and the sounds of traffic rushing by and the music thumping in the background. My adrenaline rushed a mile a minute.

    Stephen stared up at me, his eyes glinting in the moonlight. It was as if he was trying to read my mind. He cupped his hand under my balls. His hand was cold, but it felt good. ‘Oh, yeah,’ I groaned.

    Stephen nodded.

    ‘Oh, yeah. Fucking cocksucker. Suck me good.’

    Stephen’s eyes twinkled. He wanted me to do this.

    ‘Suck my cock. You fucking cocksucker.’

    I heard the sounds of zippers being pulled down. I glanced over at the blond. He had pulled out a thick eight inch cock. He was slowly stroking his meat. I then glanced over at the Asian guy. He had done the same.

    Stephen kept sucking my cock, running his tongue up and down my quivering cockshaft. I fed him my cock, pushing it in until my cockhead brushed the back of his throat.

    The other guys stood there silently stroking their cocks. I turned and looked at the blond. He smirked as he pumped his bloated cock.

    The Asian guy walked over to his friend and grabbed his cock. They stroked each other off while Stephen kept sucking my cock.

    ‘Oh, Christ, man,’ groaned the blond. Ropes of white hot cum spurted from his dick.

    The Asian guy began to furiously pump his cock. Moments later he grunted, arched his back and every muscle in his body spasmed as jolts of jizz burst from his cock.

    They zipped up their pants and walked back around the truck. I heard the guys laugh and their voices trailed off. Apparently they had seen enough of the show.

    With the spectators gone, I relaxed a bit more and was able to enjoy Stephen sucking my dick. I bucked against his face. My balls slapped his hair covered chin. Stephen furiously stroked his cock as I pounded his face with my dick. I was getting close, damn close.

    Stephen worked his hand up between my legs. I felt waves of pleasure rising from my ass, then my balls. I was ready to come. Just before the moment of release, a car door slammed. I jumped. Stephen was also startled by the sound of the car door slamming. The engine started. The rumble of gravel under the tires followed. I tense up again and lost the moment. The car ground to a halt and we heard the sounds of the chain metal gate being pulled shut.

    ‘Oh, shit, Stephen. We’re locked in here.’

    ‘I didn’t hear anybody chain the fence.’

    ‘What are we going to do?’

    ‘Keep it down. We don’t want whoever it is to hear us.’

    The door slammed again and the car spun off. Stephen went back to sucking my dick. He plunged back down on my dick, engulfing it in his hot, moist mouth one more time. My dick slid in and out of his mouth and as he stroked his cock faster and faster.

    ‘Oh, fuck. I’m going to cum,’ said Stephen.

    He lurched backward. He let my cock drop out of his mouth. Torrents of Stephen’s pearly white spunk sprayed on the gravel under our feet.

    ‘Oh, shit that was good,’ he said.

    Stephen stood up. The knees of his jeans were stained from mud and dirt. He wiped his pants. His big cock was still hanging out of his fly. I moved closer and grasped Stephen’s cock and then my own. His cock was warm and smooth. I cupped one hand under his balls and the other around my own cock. I began to slowly jack my own cock. My pre-cum drooled down my shaft and webbed my fingers as I pumped my cock. I stroked my fist up and down, up and down, faster and faster.

    I felt the sensations building up. I knew it wouldn’t take long.

    Stephen pushed his hand up in between my legs as I stroked myself off. The sensations of denim rubbing against my asshole was enough to set me off.

    ‘Oh, fuck. I’m cumming.’

    I arched my hips forward and my cock spewed white-hot volleys of cum. One large gob landed on the back of the truck, another on the gravel below.

    Stephen and I stood there smiling at each other, our hard cocks still hanging out of our pants. We zipped up our flies and walked back to the gate. It was locked.

    Stephen climbed up onto a dumpster that was next to the fence, crawled over the top and dropped to the sidewalk. I followed behind him.

    I zipped up my jacket. A chill ran down my spine. The fog had rolled in. We walked back to Folsom Street in silence.


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