Author: admin

I was in my mid twenties at the time of this story. It was the early part of the year, and the nights were still pretty chilly, but with the hope of spring ahead. I could feel the surge of rebirth around me as I walked home from the warehouse I was working in that year, on the night shift. I got off at about 11 or so, and walked home in about half an hour.

I went to bed, but I just couldn’t sleep, and I kept playing with my cock under the covers, which didn’t help matters very much. After much in the way of tossing and turning I decided to get up and walk down to the local cruise park. I got ready and then dressed, making sure I had a fresh pack of cigarettes with me.

The local cruise park was about fifteen minutes from my apartment, which was no coincidence. It was located on the waterfront, at the top of some fairly high cliffs above a rocky beach. The sound of the surf crashing against them become more apparent the closer to it I got, and I felt my pulse start to race.

At first there was no one around, and I was starting to wonder if the second sight which had so often guided me in successful cruising wasn’t working in my favor tonight, so I lit yet another smoke. I stood there and exhaled strongly, watching the clouds move in the sky above me. I was standing just in front of some bushes, and in a couple of seconds, as surely as a freshly lit cigarette will summon an overdue bus, out stepped a guy in his late thirties with a leather jacket and a mustache.

I smiled to myself and ground the smoke out on the ground in front of me, a pagan sacrifice to potential passion. He stopped to look at me, and in the dull starlight this gave me an even longer time to look at him, though my cock had pretty much decided what was going to happen at the first rustling of the bushes.

He made his choice and walked over to me. There was a look on his face that could have meant anything, but the way he reached out and put his hand on my cock was fairly explicit. It was of course hard, and this made him smile. This, and the fact that I didn’t pull away, which would have happened had I not been interested. I pushed back against his hand and reached out with my own.

He had a nice sized cock in his pants, and he leaned forward and licked my neck as I stroked his. His mustache felt soft on my flesh, and I was right into doing this. After a few minutes of mutual stroking we decided to go back to his place. He had a car parked nearby, and we walked to it in silence; though once he reached out and touched my ass, which was quite hot. His car was a large American Sedan, with plush velour seats and a full ashtray at the lower dash.

And so he drove us to his place, which was an old house up on a local hill not far from where we had met. The place was covered with an infinite number of wooden shingles and ivy, reaching up into the misty night sky. The driveway was gravel, and crunched under the tires as we pulled in. We walked along a path next to a decayed garden, and he stopped suddenly and turned to the left, opening a door into the basement.

We walked down some concrete stairs into a dark room. There was a streetlight adjacent to the building, and it’s feeble rays reached us through a framed glass window, or two, on the opposite wall. My eyes took some minutes to adjust, but at length this was done and here we were. I followed him, stumbling occasionally over a bike wheel or a wheelbarrow amid the general flotsam.

We came to a stop near the furnace, which had been hidden behind a woodpile of great age and height. I wondered momentarily at it’s presence there, since the furnace was obviously oil but the array of jackets and other paraphernalia at the far end bore testament to its age. I then noticed a glow from under a doorway into the hallways upstairs. This was a common area, but rarely used.

The guy smiled in the darkness and told me he had a roommate, and that he was home unexpectedly, his car in the drive ahead of us when we parked. The woodpile it would have to be, but at least it was warm, and ‘nobody ever comes down here’. I sighed to myself and followed him deeper into the gloom. He unzipped his pants and pushed me to my knees in front of him. The smell of his hot cock came to me fresh and strong, and I opened my mouth and took him inside me. He sighed almost at once.

His penis tasted hot, and the confined quarters and the thrill of it all had by now outweighed my disappointment at coming to the basement. I was into this, and it was nice and warm in here. Upstairs there were no sounds of life, and we would have had time to get decent before anyone could come down to find us there.

His regular breathing above me was also turning me on, and the way he moved his cock to keep me mindful of who was in charge of the scene. His hand never left the back of my head, as if being horny were not near enough in the way of encouragement.

I knew what I wanted though, and rose to my feet in front of him. He knew it as well, and reached for my ass. I undid the front of my jeans and he had me turned around in a second. My pants were pulled down to my knees, my belt buckle making a small but steady clink on the way down. There was hot breath on my ass, and I felt his mustache soft there for a moment before the wet tongue first probed into me.

This was so hot. The creak of his leather jacket was the only sound in the silence of the house, next to his breathing and the hum of the furnace fan in the background. His fingers joined his tongue as he continued to probe my ass. He moaned softly, this was what we both wanted more than anything; and if there had been a hundred people around us in the darkness it wouldn’t have mattered to either of us.

His tongue continued in regular strokes now to lick my ass, and his hands were both there, spreading me apart so he could be deeper and closer. My cock stood straight out in front of me, and his I could feel against my leg, pressing insistently.

He stood up now, and I handed him my faithful pocket condom on the way up. It was all he needed, and he had the thing on in a moment. My legs were confined from spreading too widely by the fact of my pants being so low, but this was hot as well. One of his knees was between my legs, and I felt his hardness start to enter me. While he had been licking my ass there wasn’t much in the way of lubricant but the coating of the condom itself, and this felt a little rough, which turned me on all the more.

I moaned and bent my knees to accommodate him. He was just a small amount shorter than me; just enough to make the strokes of his cock have a tinge of justification in them, which continued to add to the hotness. I bent forwards to take him more deeply up the ass.

His strokes became faster, as did his breathing, and this was a sure sign that he was close to coming. I touched my own cock, which was drooling with pre-cum, and was loving this. The slickness spread on the sensitive part of my penis, and this made me come just before him. He grunted powerfully and almost lifted me up off my feet, both of his hands on my ribs in an iron grip.

I wanted this to go on for longer, but it was clear that this was to be one of those situations that was as hot in the anticipation as in the doing, and short and sweet into the bargain. It was also apparent that he wasn’t going to be able to last long before coming, so I started stroking my own cock. The hotness of the scene made me pretty close to coming right away, and so when he came a couple of minutes later I wasn’t far behind him.

We stood there for a moment transfixed, and then it was over. I pulled up my jeans, and he took off the condom and hung it on the woodpile. I wondered vaguely to myself if there were more of those things hanging in the darkness there, a kind of Blackbeard’s chamber here behind this ancient woodpile. The thought made me smile, and so I turned and walked out. He offered me a lift into town outside in the cool night air, and I declined, wanting to walk home down the hill. We parted on the best of terms, his face exhibiting a hot smirk.

I walked down the hill, having lit a fresh smoke at the top, and ran through what we had done while it was fresh in my mind. I had enjoyed every moment of it, and by the time I had got to the bottom of the hill my cock was hard once again. When I got home a while later I went right to bed and jerked off thinking of the hotness of what we had done. I lay there in the cool night air, the come drying up crusty upon me, and drifted off to sleep on a wave of satisfaction.

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I nailed a beautiful young guy over the weekend. I saw him out at a gay club, one of those that caters mainly to college guys, twinks and young gym bunnies. If you aren’t the type to describe yourself as a ‘hottie,’ a ‘boi’ or any other young label, you’d probably be ignored in a place like this. Myself, I am 38, 6 feet, 180 pounds of hard muscle; tan with body hair shaved close or down to nothing. I’ve got 8.5 thick inches and I wanted a young bottom to plant my load in.

I couldn’t think of a better place to find one.

The young men in this place usually stick together in small groups.

The place was hot and already more than half of them were shirtless; many had already stripped down to just their underwear. Though the hot young flesh on display was nice to look at, I prefer my bottoms to be a little more inhibited. I knew as soon as I saw him, he was the one I wanted.

He was cute, young.. probably 20 at most. He had the preppy look with stylish dark hair, green eyes and a long lean body that was going to look great stretched out naked under me. You could tell he was shy. He was sitting alone at a small table in the corner, nursing a bottle of beer, eyeing the half naked men dancing under the lights.

He hadn’t looked in my direction yet.

I walked over near him and stood against the wall. I looked down at the back of his neck, feeling my own neck tingle as I imagined how delicious his skin would feel against my lips. He must have sensed me looking, because his head turned. He looked at my face, then his eyes dropped to my crotch. Back to my face, then back to the dance floor.

I could see the color flush into his cheeks.

I didn’t say a word, just crossed my legs and waited for him to look back again. Thirty seconds later he took another look, this time quicker. I walked over and took the other seat at the table.

‘See anything you like?’ I directed my gaze out onto the throng of dancing twinks but made sure he could see my crotch as my hand gentle caressed my bulge. He said something to me, but his voice was so quiet and timid that I couldn’t comprehend a word of it. This was bullshit.

I cut to the chase.

‘Why don’t we get out of here and go back to my place. I can’t even think in all this noise.’ The kid knocked his beer bottle over and looked directly at my bulge. Then his eyes met mine. ‘How about it? You want to see what I have under here?’ I stroked myself obscenely and stood up, walking out of the club.

The night air was cold, a slap in the face compared to the sultry atmosphere inside. I stood by my car and lit a smoke, waiting to see if the quiet guy was coming out. I was halfway through my cig when the door opened and he slid out. He loitered near the front of the club, working up the courage to walk over to me. Let him sweat it, I thought.

In a couple of hours I knew he’d be doing whatever I wanted.

Finally, he ambled over. ‘Got a place?’ He was shivering a little and I’m not sure it was entirely from the cold.

‘Maybe. What about you?’

‘Mine’s over on the other side of town. Not really close at all.

It’s pretty small. Yours is probably closer.’

I let him yammer for a bit then tossed my smoldering butt and exhaled.

‘You drive. I’ll follow.’ He seemed like he wanted to say something, but didn’t. He walked to the far end of the lot and started up a small car. I hopped in my own and peeled out after him, making sure to stay right on his ass. Ten minutes later we pulled up in front of a small house in a residential area.

‘Nice place,’ I said, checking out the neighborhood. He looked scared shitless, like one of his neighbors might see him returning home with a stranger.

He walked us up the driveway, to the garage. ‘I don’t live in the house. My place is up there.’ He glanced up at the upper level of the garage and unlocked the side door. As I followed him in, I read his name off the punched label on the mail box. Jason.

As I climbed the stairs, I was trying to count in my head how many Jason’s I’d left loads in before.

The place was small, just a studio with a small kitchenette and a pull-out sofa bed. I told Jason to pull out the bed while I used the bathroom, which was barely large enough to stand up in. In the bathroom, I tore off my shirt, dropped my jeans and eased my sticky briefs down.

I sat on the toilet long enough to kick off my shoes and socks. Totally naked, I went back out into the main room.

‘Ohmygod,’ was all Jason said, gawking helplessly at my cock, which stuck out like a club. The bed had been pulled out, but he was still dressed. I walked up to him and put my lips close to his ear.

‘Let’s get you naked,’ I moaned, rubbing his ass through the seat of his tight jeans. I let my hand slide between his legs and close in on his crotch. He was hard, and hung from what I could tell just by feeling him up. I sat Jason down on the edge of the bed and took hold of his sweatshirt. I pulled it over his head, taking a minute to appreciate his smooth tight body and clean fresh smell. I held his arms aloft, caressing the dark hair in his pits and then moving my fingers to tease his nipples, which were large, dark and perfect.

I pushed Jason back on the mattress and climbed on top of him, bringing my warm wet mouth to one of his tits. He closed his eyes and moaned, putting his fingers in my hair as I fed. I ground my cock against the front of his jeans and reached down to unzip him. I could feel the (wet and sticky) head of his cock peeping out of the top of his low-rise briefs. I stopped feeding on his chest long enough to work my way down and wrestle him out of his jeans. I pulled back his underpants and watched in delight as his beautiful cock snapped back and smacked his tight belly. A dark treasure trail snaked from his navel into his sweet-smelling pubic hair, from which the aforementioned beautiful cock jutted.

‘Do you suck?’ he whimpered hopefully.

I took his rod in my hand and looked up at him. ‘Jason, I do everything.’

I took his dick in my mouth and carefully took him all the way in, letting him enjoy the talents of my mouth while wondering how in the fuck I knew his name. He squirmed like most do while getting sucked, panting and begging as I brought him closer to the edge. I would stop only long enough to ask little questions: ‘Does this feel good? Do you want me to stop? Do you think this might make you cum?’

I teased him closer and then cruelly removed my mouth from his wet cock.

I tongued the shaft, inching closer to his smooth egg-like nuts.

He liked having those licked. I lifted the sac, burrowing my tongue into the nerve-laden spot behind the balls. Gentle at first, then firmer. My eyes roamed up to his cock’s slit, which was oozing precum.

I pushed my tongue into his miracle inch and dragged it even farther south.

‘OH MY FUCK!’ Jason’s entire body tightened up and his gasps were coming once or twice a second. I spun the tip of my tongue devilishly around the perimeter of his asshole, working it gradually right into the target.

‘You like that, huh?’ I asked. He answered with his body, thrashing around in extreme pleasure. He snatched a pillow from the top of the sofa and buried his beautiful young face in it. I could only imagine the stifled screams of pleasure that were lost in the pillow; Jason surely didn’t want the sleeping landlords in the small house to wonder what sort of carnal activities their young tenant was up to at one in the morning.

I rimmed him tenderly, feeling his tight hole relax against my talented tongue. I lifted both Jason’s legs and placed them on my shoulders.

I wet one of my fingers and carefully began to open him up. It took awhile to insert the finger (his hole was fighting the intruder) but his slot began to release its tension, with a lot of tongue action. I slid the finger back out and licked two more, easing the pair in before his hole had a chance to tighten back up. I flexed my fingers and felt him stiffen. I moved my mouth to his cock, taking him to the balls. He was in heaven.

I kept the fingers buried and began to weasel in a thumb. Once I had it in past the first knuckle I was able to pull that smooth fuckhole open. The head of my cock is pretty thick and I knew Jason was going to have to be pretty loose to take it. ‘Got any lube?’ I asked, jacking his hard cock while he tried to think about my question. Jason’s right arm flopped back and felt around at the small table next to the sofa bed. He pulled open a drawer and fumbled around. He came up with a large jar of Vaseline. Messy, but effective. I flipped the plastic top off the jar and scooped out some of the grease. By the looks of it, he’d been using the Vaseline as jackoff lube for awhile.

I slathered enough of the jelly on my hard cock so I wouldn’t tear him open when I buried it.

‘Are you going to fuck me?’ he whimpered, squeezing my neck with his calves.

‘You want it, don’t you?’ I let my tongue tease the dripping head of his cock while he decided.

‘Put it in slow.’ He knew how big and thick it was. ‘And not all of it. Just the tip. I’ve never been fucked before.’

I reared up and began to push my greasy cock head against his fluttering asshole. ‘I’ll go slow,’ I promised. The tongue action and finger fucking had already loosened Jason up quite a bit more than I had thought; my slippery hard-on sank into his ass like a thick hot poker.

‘Oh man!’ he moaned, his hands on my pecs. His fingers squeezed my nipples, pulling them hard as I sank deeper. ‘Only half!

Please, only half!’

I reached down and felt. ‘It’s all the way in.’ I smiled as he winced, then I began to slowly pull my dick out of him. His entire body flinched when I slid it back home, my greasy pubes rubbing against his open hole. Each time I pulled out a little faster and added a little more force when I buried it again. Jason was going nuts, giving me every variation of ‘Oh my God!’ known to man. The pillow was cast aside and he instead had his face against my body, voraciously kissing my chest, neck and face as I long-dicked his virgin hole.

I have pretty good stamina, allowing me to give a hot guy a nice long fuck before cumming. Sure, I could feel my balls ready to boil over, but I concentrated on fucking Jason’s brains out until his ass was a nice willing receptacle for the load that was about to explode inside him.

I reached down and took Jason’s cock in my hand and began to jack him off.

There was enough precum on his dick to really get him close.

‘Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum!’ he finally gasped. He arched his back and began to fire ropes of sperm. With each squirt, his tight ass squeezed me; I couldn’t hold back any longer. I looked him in the eye and told him that I was going to cum. He simply wrapped his arms around my neck and let me fuck him, my scalding seed flooding his tight young ass. It felt like I was emptying a gallon of hot jism up inside him and I could tell from the look in Jason’s eyes that he could feel my thick liquid filling him up.

Both drained, we lay intertwined on the bed, neither of us speaking.

I left my cock (still hard) up his ass and began to fuck him again once the urge returned. Before the sun came up, I gave Jason three more loads. I left him naked with his freshly-fucked hole leaking cum, pulling away in my car before the neighbors got up and saw me leaving.

1:30 am. The bar was almost closed and he still hadn’t found her.

The right one.

He had been yearning for something different for so long now and he still didn’t know quite what.

He scanned the room once more and shoved his stool back with a moody sigh. He heard a muttered curse behind him which caused him to look back.

Todd couldn’t believe it. She was perfect! He apologized and offered to buy her a drink. She gave him this sly grin and took his hand. He looked at her for a moment – she was beautiful! Six feet tall,blonde, and all legs. She had some awesome tits too. He knew they were implants but it didn’t matter a bit.

She grabbed his hand and he let her lead him out to the parking lot.

Before he knew it she had shoved him up against a van and was unbuckling his pants.

She was on her knees with his dick in her throat in a matter of seconds.

Nothing like this had ever happened to him before. He looked down at her for a second and then blinked, he couldn’t believe his eyes. This blonde vixen actually had a HARD ON. His own dick must have grown a full inch at the sight. He pulled her up by her hair and turned her roughly around. He demanded to know what was making her skirt tent out like that.

He pulled the hem up before she could answer.

She looked like a deer caught in headlights her eyes rounded and her pretty painted mouth formed a perfect lilttle o, totally unsure of how he would react. He saw her uncertainty and kissed her to ease her mind.

His mouth trailed down the slope of her neck sloppily and his hand pushed into her shirt to fondle her. Her hands were all over him in a second flat.

He wanted her dick inside him so bad he could feel it. He whispered it to her and she pulled her skirt up and nudged him towards the van. He bent over and braced his hands on the window. She had her rod pushed against his ass and teasing him before he could blink. The head was covered in oozing precum. She slid it between his cheeks and begain making circles against his asshole. She reached around and grabbed his cock as she slid into his virgin asshole inch by slow hard inch. He groaned and pushed back to impale himself on her.

She pushed the rest of her cock into his ass in one movement and stayed very still, letting him get used to the fullness. He wanted none of it. He moved restlessly against her, writhing and wiggling his ass on her pole. It drove her crazy, she began drilling his ass while she jerked his throbbing meat. He replaced her hand with his so she could hold his hips. She pounded into him furiously for scant seconds before he blew his load all over the door of the van. His groan sent her over the edge, she pulled her cock out of his now wide open asshole and lets her ropes of cum hit his back. Between the breathing hard and the pulling up and down of clothes they heard a sound.

She looked up and saw the owner of the van. He was just squirting his jiz all over the steering wheel after having watched the whole episode.

She giggled and walked off leaving Todd to clean up his mess. He didn’t ask her for her phone number, he just watched her leave in bemusement.

Roger stepped out of the club into the warm, dark night. He had been hoping to find some action, but had come up dry. There was a lot of groping and a lot of random licks and bites at nipples as he’d danced, but nothing that stuck and he was horny as hell. He didn’t like the baths. There were too many old trolls hanging around and this time of night, the pickings would be even worse. Those were right out. None of his regular fuck buddies was available, either. What was a man to do? Well, tonight, he was headed back to his empty bed and a porno in the dvd player for a date with his right hand. It was going to be a long walk.

He headed on down the sidewalk past the bright lights and all the couples chattering away, past the coffee shops and the bars just letting out for the night, and on into the dark. He reached the edge of the glow from the village and saw this blonde leaning against a wall. Their eyes met and locked as he walked past, but neither said a word. Roger didn’t feel like playing games tonight and if someone was interested, they’d have to pursue him. He did slow down his pace a little, though, just to make sure he’d reach the corner just as the cross-walk sign turned red. No sense making it any harder than it had to be if the blonde wanted to catch up to him.

He reached the corner and stood there, waiting. Were his instincts this far gone? Had he been wrong about that guy? What was taking so long? And then, just as the light was about to change, he appeared next to him. He was blonde with blue eyes, about five-foot-six, a twink about twenty years old in tight jeans and t-shirt that hugged his slim body. He’d do. He smiled and the twink said, ‘Hi, I’m Nick’, and reached out to shake hands. ‘Have you got a smoke?’ There it was, the hustler ritual. Engage the customer in some conversation. Get him to talk. As they crossed the street, Roger reached into his pocket and pulled out a pack of smokes and offered him one. When they reached the opposite corner, Nick asked him for a light and cupped the hand holding the lighter with his as he lit up, letting his fingers brush against Roger’s.

‘Are you looking for some fun tonight? A massage, maybe?’ He asked as they continued on up the street. ‘I know a place. I’ll make you feel good.’ Roger smiled and turned to him, ‘Maybe. How much?’ ‘Fifty,’ said Nick, ‘Well, forty. I like the looks of you.’ He smiled. ‘Okay, but I’d rather not go to one of those cheap fleabags and I’m not taking you home with me.’ ‘That’s okay. Anywhere you please.’ They reached the mouth of an alley behind a row of shops and Roger stopped. There was some light there, but just enough to make sure he wouldn’t be robbed and no one would be able to see them from the street. It was perfect. ‘Down here,’ Roger said. Nick took a look down the alleyway, uncertain. ‘Well, do you want to or not?’ Nick nodded and followed Roger. He found a perfect spot about halfway through to the next cross-street. A dim spot between two well-lit service doors. He turned to face Nick. ‘Now.’

Nick stepped up to him and looked up into his eyes and grinned as he slipped a hand down to grope and rub Roger’s tool through the denim. Roger could feel the blood coursing through it as it got hard and pressed out against Nick’s tough. He leaned down, meaning to just kiss Nick lightly on the lips, only to be met with his hot, open mouth and tongue. He let his hands slide down to cup the his ass firmly. It was a nice, sexy bubble butt and he gave it a squeeze and pulled up closer to grind against the flat of Nick’s palm.

As he scoured the inside of Roger’s mouth with his tongue, Nick kept rubbing and pressing against his cock until it was hard as a rock. He wanted him to want it bad. He could feel his hands on his butt and he could tell by the way he was squeezing it that it was working. Nick grabbed the zip on Roger’s jeans and pulled it down and reached in, grasping his rod through the fabric of his briefs. It felt heavy and warm in his hand. Not a bad size, but not too big that it would hurt him. Good. It was a warm night, so he pushed Roger back and slipped off his t-shirt over his head, revealing a tight, tanned body. He took a finger, wet his tongue, and proceeded to run it in lazy circles on his nipples, which were as hard and the size of pencil erasers. Roger couldn’t resist and began to bite and lick them. A shudder went through Nick’s body.

He undid Roger’s belt and the top button on his jeans and slipped to his knees, pulling down his client’s pants and briefs to around mid-thigh and freeing his cock. He started with just the tip of his tongue against the glans, which made it jump. He liked it when dicks had a mind of their own. It meant that the other guy was horny and wouldn’t be too demanding. He grasped the backs of Roger’s thighs and ran the tip of his tongue slowly round the rim of the head. He could feel Roger shiver and pull back a bit. He’d have none of that. He slipped his hands up to his ass and pulled his cock back up to his lips and began working the head again, kissing and licking it, jabbing the tip of his tongue into Roger’s pee-hole.

Roger’s head jerked back and his hand grabbed onto a tangle of Nick’s hair as he continued to work on his stiff fuck rod. His tongue ran slowly down the underside to the balls, which he tickled and licked, and then back up to the tip, where the precum had begun to flow and left a salty taste on his lips. He sucked the head into his mouth and worked the underside with the rough flat of his tongue and then took it as far into his mouth as he could, back to where the head was bouncing against the back of his throat. He began slowly bobbing up and down on the cock, the flat of his tongue tight against the underside, while he fondled and tugged on Roger’s balls. Roger gave out low moans and pulled on his hair on every upstroke, when Nick gave particularly close attention to the head.

Roger closed his eyes and let himself feel the warm wet of Nick’s mouth as he worked his meat. The guy was good. He hadn’t had a blowjob like this in a long time. Thoughts ran through his head about what it would be like when he was in his tight man pussy and his cock became even more engorged. He could feel the skin tighten and the head throb under the pressure. He began to thrust his hips in time to the motion of Nick’s head. He needed this guy’s butt bad. He held Nick’s head still and pulled out, letting his dick slap against his cheek. He looked down into Nick’s eyes. ‘I want to take you now.’ He let his fingers slip from the young man’s hair as he stood . He let them slip down his body and he rubbed and felt the hard bulge in the front of his pants. He let his hand rest there for a second and cupped it. Then Nick turned to face the wall. He slid his jeans down to just where his crack started to show. It was a real turn-on, seeing the beginnings of a sweet, tight ass.

He let one hand rest on Nick’s shoulder as he took his penis in the other and ran the head across the spot where the small of the back joins the curve of the butt. It felt cool against the fire raging in his hard tool. Nick slid his jeans down below his butt, allowing Roger full access. He rubbed his cock against Nick’s crack, letting it slip between his cheeks like a hot dog in a bun and began rubbing it up and down the length of it, pressing it deeper as he went. He could feel Nick grabbing at it with his muscular ass, holding it just loose enough that he was able to move it and just tight enough that it felt good. Then, he felt the tip of the head catch on the hole and he let it stay there as the rest of his cock slid from between the cheeks and out at attention between them. He used the leverage from his hands on his shoulders and began to slowly press his cock into his hole. It was so tight and felt so good. He wanted it to last. His cock was slick with precum, so it slid easily. He could feel the muscles as they released, allowing his member easy access. He kept pushing until he could feel his pubes brushing up against the soft skin of Nick’s smooth bottom and then he stopped for a moment, feeling the muscles squeeze and hold him tight.

Roger’s back arched as he slid out his meat. When he was to the point where just the head remained firmly in Nick’s ass, he thrust hard, slapping his thighs against that bubble butt. His cock tingled as he began a slow rhythm with long strokes, stopping and grinding his hips into that sexy ass on each downstroke. Nick moaned and pressed back into his crotch as he picked up the pace, faster and harder. His precum juice was gushing now and his cock throbbed and pulsed as it slid in and out. He could feel the hair on his balls tingling as they tightened up in preparation for a molten hot explosion of his love cream. His hands slipped to Nick’s hips as his strokes became even faster. He was no longer in control, it was something animal. He couldn’t stop until he reached orgasm. He’d gone beyond the point of no return. And then it happened, like an explosion, he could feel his jizz spurting as he rammed his cock in one last time. It wouldn’t stop and just kept flowing as every muscle in his body seemed to tense up at the same time. Sweat burned his eyes and he could taste it on his lips.

Roger gave a couple of involuntary spasms and collapsed onto Nick’s back, slippery with perspiration, and ground his crotch into that fine ass, working to drain every last drop of semen from his balls. He could hear Nick’s raspy gasps for air and feel his body heave beneath him. Then the moment passed oh-too-quickly. Nick forced him upright, slipping his now-soft rod from it’s hidey-hole, and pulled up his pants. He turned to Roger, who stood dazed for a moment and then, too, pulled up his jeans.

‘Was that okay,’ Nick asked ‘I hope it was. I ain’t been doing this that long.’ ‘No, no. That was great.’ Nick held out his hand and nodded and gave Roger an expectant look as he fumbled around in his pants for his wallet. What had the boy said? Forty dollars? He started to pull a couple of twenties, then thought ‘fuck it’ and handed him a fifty. After that night, Roger became one of Nick’s regulars, even taking him home with him sometimes, but mostly he just wanted to replay that first hot night with it’s sense of danger and wild abandon with his back alley boi.

Well, I thought philosophically, at least I was being busted by the good-looking cop. He was polite and professional as well, snapping me into handcuffs carefully and telling me my rights in a clear monotone. He didn’t feel any need to separate my arm from my shoulder as he escorted me to the van. ‘They started it,’ I said with a stab at dignity. ‘Watch your step, sir,’ he said as he put me in the van. I sat on the bench and stared at him for a second, then grinned and wiggled my eyebrows. There was a flash of something in his eyes and a barely perceptible twitch of his lips before he turned away. I sighed, sat back, and closed my eyes. It had been a very well organized, legal gay rights demonstration until a very disorganized, illegal crowd watching had decided to harass us, not realizing that ‘gay’ is not a synonym for ‘wimp.’ Later it was discovered that one of the county commissioners and two members of the mayor’s staff were arrested wearing ‘Gay Pride’ buttons, and several of the opposition had outstanding warrants. Half of us were quietly released, half of us went on to bigger and better busts, and the media had a field day. The front page of the newspaper had a gorgeous photo of me and the studly cop, who was behind me, handcuffing me, leaning forward and talking into my ear. I knew he was doing it so that he could be heard over the crowd noise, but it looked like a date in a leather bar. My friends thought it erotic and amusing, and I shuddered to think what his friends thought.

I found out two days later when a look through the peephole revealed a sharp uniform and badge. I adjusted my head and looked at the handsome face…and the impressive black eye. I opened the door and stared at him. ‘Let me guess,’ I said. ‘Comments about the photo?’ He sighed. ‘Since I’m getting the shit kicked out of me for dating you, I figured I should at least get a cup of coffee out of the deal.’ I chuckled and ushered him in. Since he was off duty, I made it Irish Coffee. He sat sprawled in a dining room chair, working the muscles of his neck, and taking deep calming breaths. He noticed the framed copy of the photo I’d hung on the wall and smiled slightly. ‘Who did that to your eye?’ I asked. He sighed heavily. ‘Another cop. We had a…discussion in the locker room that got out of hand.’ ‘Do you have any recourse?’ I asked. He looked at me with eyes I realized were steel blue and full of dignity. ‘Yes,’ he said. ‘I hit him back. Broke the bastard’s nose. But, otherwise…we don’t do that.’ I nodded as if I understood, which of course I couldn’t, not completely, and offered a plate of cookies. He nibbled on one and talked, a rambling monologue that grew more intimate after his second Irish Coffee. I listened and stared at him, sending little ‘shut up’ thoughts down to my cock, which was hard, aching and starting to howl. Damn, I wanted him. I wanted him so fucking much. As I listened, I imagined sucking his cock. Swallowing his hot cum. Offering him my ass. Playing with his handcuffs and nightstick. Damn, I thought to myself. Where the hell did THAT come from?

I don’t know when it got through to my horny little mind that he’d been talking about what it felt like to be a gay cop busting a Gay Pride demonstration. I blinked at him. The blue eyes were overflowing with pain and shame. I got up and moved to him automatically, and pulled him to his feet and into my arms. At first, I just held him, then realized I was rubbing my hard cock against…his hard cock. I could hear jingling sounds from his belt as he thrust against me. I lowered my mouth to his neck. He smelled like soap, and sweat and leather and a few things I didn’t recognize. So very male. His strong hand gripped my chin and he moved my mouth to his and took it with his tongue. And I do mean TOOK. Demanding. Hungry. Possessive. His hand was locked to the back of my neck and I felt the surging lust power through him. His hand moved frantically, and he ripped open and dropped the gun belt.

Now, until you’ve been with a man who rips off and drops a gun belt, you just don’t know. You don’t know a lot of things. Preventing myself from cumming in my pants took an act of incredible will power. Our hands slammed into each other in a frantic effort to get his pants open. I hit my knees and took his engorged cock in my mouth, sucking him in greedily. His cock was big, the smooth head swollen and purple. He poured precum and I sucked at the tip to get more. I looked up at him. He stared with blind eyes, mouth open, gasping for breath, mumbling ‘fuck…fuck…fuck’ repeatedly. His hands buried themselves in my hair, caressing me as his hips began to move. I knelt before him as he fucked my mouth, as gently as he could with so little self-control. He slid over my tongue, going deep. When the head of his cock entered my throat, he made a loud, stunned sound and shot his cum down my throat. I licked and sucked until he made a whimper of pain and fell on the floor.

I undressed him, and mentally gauged that between the gun belt and everything on his uniform, he had become at least twenty pounds lighter. I was pleased to see his eyes dart to me when I lifted his gun belt to put it on a chair. Even wasted from his orgasm he was still a functioning cop. I wandered into the kitchen to get wine and a couple of glasses, whistling to myself, my mind dancing. I came back, sat beside him, held his head up and the glass to his lips so he could sip. He mumbled something that was no doubt ‘thank you’ at me. I stripped off my clothes and admired his body. He was muscular, but not deformed. He just looked strong. Lush chest hair trailed down to a very thick, curly nest for his cock. His cock was softening, but still long and thick. And very dark. He had good sized, tight balls. Tan lines from a respectable bathing suit. Hairy, long legs. Cute feet. When I looked back at his face, I discovered it was crimson. He knew he was being openly admired, and it made him blush. I looked down at my throbbing, helpless cock oozing all over and thought, ‘hang in there, my friend.’

We chatted for a while, letting him regain his motor control, and I confessed to my recently discovered fetish for what he called his ‘cop stuff.’ He smiled at me, indulgently at first, then wickedly. He struggled to his knees and got his handcuffs and knight stick. He cuffed my hands in front of me, reciting a paraphrasing of the Miranda that was the hottest and nastiest thing anyone had every said to me. I felt the wide-eyed, stunned bunny expression on my face and didn’t care. He lay back down, then yanked on the cuffs. ‘Mount my mouth,’ he ordered. ‘Now.’ Trembling, I managed to get my throbbing cock over his mouth, my legs under his arms. I looked down at my handcuffed hands braced against the floor and my head swam for a second. Damn, I thought.

He flicked his tongue against the head of my cock, little teasing touches that drove me wild. I tried to thrust into his mouth and the nightstick thudded against my ass. I yelped in surprise. He growled at me. ‘Not until I order you to.’ I made some kind of a submissive sound, and mentally hoped he wouldn’t be injured when my fucking cock exploded. He went back to the teasing flicks of his tongue, then suddenly fastened his mouth around me and sucked me lustily a couple of times. My hips moved, and the nightstick came back to smack my ass. I groaned loudly, and the nightstick got me again. Ah…I thought. I was to remain motionless and silent as he did whatever he wanted to me.

I looked down at my hands, and moved them slowly apart so that I could feel the cuffs pulling at me and holding me. The sight and feel was incredible. My mind was reeling as I lived out a fantasy. It was impossible to stay silent and still for any length of time, which I didn’t mind at all because the feel of the nightstick across my ass drove me wild. My captor tormented me to an incredible state of arousal, then backed off, let me calm down, and started again, to bring me even higher.

I felt the end of the nightstick slide up and down the crack of my ass and I froze. I also felt his fingers on the tip of my cock, wiping off my pouring precum. I squeezed my eyes shut and breathed deeply and slowly. Would he? I asked myself. I felt the end of the nightstick work its way between my cheeks and rub against my puckered hole. ‘Uh…’ I said, and the nightstick thrust at my hole. I groaned, and it thrust again, but there was no way I could remain silent now. I thrust my ass back and howled. The end of the nightstick penetrated me and worked its way deeper. The combination of the physical sensation and the head-trip drove me nearly insane. He fucked my ass with the stick as I humped back at him to take it in. I struggled against the cuffs, looking down at them as the bit into my wrists. ‘Don’t you dare cum,’ he ordered loudly, then fastened his mouth on my cock and sucked hard.

My eyes rolled around in my head independently of each other, I was sure of it. The nightstick fucking my ass, the handcuffs restraining my wrists, his greedy mouth on my cock, and my own fight not to cum had me in the most intense pleasure I’ve ever felt. I howled, each part of my body trying to move in a different direction. My wrists wanted to struggle against the cuffs, my ass wanted to thrust back and take the nightstick, my cock wanted my hips to thrust down deep into his mouth, and my balls wanted to empty their huge load immediately and everywhere. Uncontrollable muscle spasms set in, and for a minute or two, each body part got their wish. Then…my balls took over, and I started to pump cum. I was in demented ecstasy, screaming, feeling pulse after pulse of cum jet out of me…feeling his mouth suck at it and swallow, still feeling the hard stick fuck my ass. Then the lights went out and I felt nothing until I came to much, much later.

He moved in with me, and I’m learning to be the significant other of a cop. Not an easy job. But, love does conquer…and they have such great toys to play with.

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The bar is dark.

There’s only a few lights on at all, including the two that have red light bulbs in them. I wonder how the bartender can see what he’s doing.

It’s late, after midnight. The place is crowded with men. It might be cold outside, but in here the climate is sweltering – all these horny, hungry men in the small space of the bar generate a lot of heat. Some of them are in leather, others wearing only enough clothing to be street-legal. The odors are dense, concentrated and heady. Sweat, spilled beer, smoke – the smells of men, leathermen to be precise.

From my vantage point at the back of the bar, leaning against the rear wall, I look at a crowd of shadows and silhouettes. My mind fills in the details I can’t see – sharp sultry eyes; dark mustaches above parted, wet lips; leather jackets, leather vests, leather chaps revealing pale butt-cheeks, ripe to be swatted and spanked.

I put my hands behind my head in a gesture of exaggerated confidence. I hope I look inviting and seductive. Several men look at me, but then turn away, unwilling to maintain eye contact, even in this dim light. Sometimes my looks and attitude intimidate guys, even though I know I’m harmless.

All I want is for some hot man to come along and put me in my place. I’m a cocky, sometimes arrogant young man, and need another man to take charge of me.

One of the guys looking at me doesn’t turn away. I can only see his silhouette in the red, smoky air. It’s hard to judge, but I think he’s about my height – six feet or so. He’s bulkier than me, sort of like a bodybuilder or a football player. From the shape of his head it looks like he’s wearing a leather cap. He makes his way through the crowd, heading my way. I stare at him, even though I cannot yet see his eyes.

He gets close to me, right up in my face. I can see a few more details at this close range. He’s wearing a leather jacket with a white T-shirt under it. He has a mustache and goatee, and he’s wearing big construction worker boots. I can’t tell if he’s handsome or ugly, and it doesn’t matter. The man exhales into my face and I smell beer and smoke.

‘On your knees,’ he says, ‘cocksucker.’

Silently I obey, and my denim-covered knees hit the floor of the bar. I know the floor is dirty, but I don’t care. The man unzips his pants, and the sound somehow seems very loud despite the noise of the bar. The odors of sweat and musk hit my nose as his crotch is exposed to the air. The man’s fat cock flops out, dangling from its root in his forest of pubic hair. It is beginning to get hard with excitement in anticipation of the pleasures my mouth will give it.

I part my lips and the un-named man pushes his pelvis forward and his cock enters my mouth. I love the feel of it, the weight of it, this stiffening tube and muscle and flesh resting on my tongue. I receive it hungrily, gladly, gratefully.

The dick in my mouth grows to its full length and I begin to suck it. I worship it with my lips and tongue, caressing it and fondling it for maximum pleasure. I move it in and out from between my lips, creating what I hope is delicious friction. The man groans in pleasure as he penetrates me orally. I glance up at him and see his body quivering slightly, shaking with the sensation of me sucking him off.

It feels so good to serve him this way, to give him pleasure, to take care of him the way a bottom should a top. I don’t know if we’re being watched, and I don’t care. I figure we are, with this many horny men packed in such a small hot space. But all I care about is the cock in my mouth, and the man who owns it standing over me. I need to be dominated this way, to be reduced to a sexual plaything – to be a sextoy for a hot man.

My dick is straining against my jeans, aroused and erect. The music of the bar pounds in my ears. Or is it the flow of my own blood? I realize it must be my heart that is beating throughout my body and resounding in every part of me, filling me with excitement and desire.

‘Yeah,’ the man above me says in a slurred voice, ‘That’s good, cocksucker, that’s good…’ His voice is low and gravelly, and I love hearing every word. ‘You’re a good little cocksucker, aren’t you?’ he asks. I answer him, but his dick in my mouth makes it nothing more than a muffled ‘hhmmff,’ Not that he could hear me over the noise anyway.

I hope my performance on his cock is a good enough answer. When I glance up at him I see his head tilted back in pleasure. He starts speeding up his thrusts into my mouth and I know he is getting close.

He puts his hands on my head, holding it in place. He doesn’t want me going anywhere. Neither do I, but he wants to make sure I follow through to his climax. Now his cock is pulsating in my mouth and I know the time has come. The man comes in my mouth, his penis shooting bursts of salty semen down my throat, and I swallow it gratefully. It feels so good to be used this way, used for his pleasure like a common street hustler. When he’s shot his full load and squeezed the last drops out onto my tongue, he lets go of my head and allows his cock to slide out of my mouth.

‘On your feet, cocksucker!’ the man says sharply. I obey quickly, lifting my sore knees from the hard floor. As soon as I have risen, he pushes me roughly against the wall, my back to him. He presses himself on me, holding me between himself and the wall. It is uncomfortable but I love it – being pinned this way, in this unknown man’s power, it is so sexy and hot.

My stiff cock is trapped within my jeans, straining for release. Now the man’s hands are on me, reaching around my waist from behind to feel my crotch. He exhales loudly into my ear as his fingers find the shape of my dick through my pants, the sound full of satisfaction and desire. He fondles and caresses me while at the same time pushes his groin against my ass. Even through at least two layers of cloth I can feel that his cock is hard again, incredibly, so soon after already shooting once.

But it feels like he’s ready for more, and this time needs more than a blowjob.

‘Yeah, pussyboy,’ he growls, ‘You need my cock in you, don’t you?’

‘Yes,’ I say, and he slaps my ass.

‘Yes, what?’ he asks.

‘Yes, Sir?’

‘That’s better,’ he says, ‘Don’t forget what you are.’

‘What am I, Sir?’ I ask.

‘My pussyboy,’ he answers. ‘My cocksucker. The man who’ll do anything to get me inside him.’

‘Yes, Sir,’ I say. ‘I’m your pussyboy.’

‘Yeah, man? You need me inside you?’

‘I need you inside me, Sir,’ I say. Then his hands are at my waist, pulling open my fly. He yanks my underwear down and I feel my cock spring forward, free of its fabric prison. With my pants open at the front, he pulls them down from the back and my bare ass is exposed.

The man takes one butt-cheek in each hand and squeezes hard. It hurts but I love it. Then he slaps my ass, sharply, and it stings.

‘Thank you, Sir,’ I say, and the man says ‘Good boy. You’ll take whatever I give you, won’t you?’

‘Yes, Sir!’ is my answer.

‘Then take this!’ he says and I feel his cock burrow between my cheeks. It’s hard and dripping, ready for action again. ‘You like that?’ he asks.

‘Yes,’ I say, ‘Please put it in me Sir – please fuck me!’

He takes me raw, without lubrication, pushing his cock into my hole. He reams my ass, and I can tell he’s going to fuck me long and hard. The man grabs my hips to hold me steady. He pushes into me savagely, then pulls out quickly, then shoves himself back in again.

I start grunting with each thrust, a little yelp to match each push in. He does me roughly, with no tenderness or finesse. I’m just here to be used.

‘Yeah,’ he growls in my ear. ‘You’re just my little fuck-hole, man, just here to be a warm soft hole for my cock – that’s all you are…’

‘Yes, Sir,’ I whisper, ‘Thank you, Sir…’

He starts fucking me faster, pushing me harder against the wall. He slaps my ass hard. His cock feels so good in my asshole, like it’s meant to be there.

I don’t care about anything right now – not that I’m getting screwed in a public place, not that men are probably watching, not that I might know some of them. None of it matters.

All that matters is that the man who’s fucking me is a hot top, and as a bottom it’s my duty to serve him, to give myself to him, to offer my butt as a hole he can fuck.

His cock in me is all that matters. I shut my eyes and breathe in deeply, savoring the scents of sweat, beer, smoke and men – this is where I belong, this is where I am meant to be.

The man is growling in my ear as he fucks me hard. My butt starts to hurt, but I love it – this is what it means to be alive, this is what it feels like to be truly wanted, needed, used!

It feels good to be taken this way. I love the little grunts the man makes as he pile-drives me over and over. I let myself get flattened completely against the wall by the force of his penetration. The wood of the wall is cool and smooth against my palms and it feels good. But not nearly as good as the slab of manmeat that is pummeling my asshole.

Suddenly the man fucking me wraps his arms around my chest from behind. He yanks me away from the wall and I feel my back hit his chest. I grunt as his cock is shoved deep inside me.

What’s he doing? I wonder, but a second later, I know.

He reaches down to my waist and pulls the front of my pants down. My freed cock springs out with excitement. The man seizes it in one clenched fist and I gasp as he starts to jerk it. I didn’t think there was a better feeling than getting fucked like this, but now I know better. Getting jacked off at the same time is even hotter.

‘Come on, pussyboy,’ he says in my ear. ‘You gotta come for me, I want you to shoot for me before I finish myself off.’

I let my head tilt back in ecstasy to rest on the man’s shoulder. His grip is tight, dirty, gritty and feels fan-FUCKING-tastic on my dick. I can’t hold out for very long – I have to shoot! I let out a guttural groan as I come, and I feel my cock shudder as it spurts jets of man-juice out onto the wall.

‘Yeah, good cocksucker,’ he says, ‘Good pussyboy, that’s what I need.’

I gasp as the orgasm glows inside me, fading slowly. But the pleasure goes into overload – I’m still getting fucked! And the cock inside my ass feels white-hot as it thrusts its way to its climax.

‘You want me to come, man?’ the man asks me.

‘Yeah,’ I say, ‘Please come, please come in me!’

He pushes me forward with his body, slamming me back into the wall again. The breath in my lungs is forced up and out of my nose and mouth as the man crushes me against the wood again and again.

‘Aw, fuck man, I’m coming!’ he groans in my ear, ‘I’m fucking coming inside you, pussyboy!’

I push my butt back, wanting to feel his power and his passion as his cock emptied itself in my ass.

His frenzied voice in my ear is louder than the noise of the men all around, louder than the music, louder than anything. His groans of exertion and pleasure are formless and wordless. Knowing how good I am making him feel is enough to make my own orgasm seem to go on and on. The man’s hands grip my shoulders – tighter, tighter, then let go.

‘That was great,’ the man says as he pulls out of me slowly. My ass feels empty without his dick.

I turn around and see him there, the man who just screwed me – hot, sexy, masculine. I think his face is flushed and sweaty, but it’s hard to tell in the dim smoky light. A group of men stand around us, watching, then slowly turn away as the action winds down.

The man stuffs his cock back in his pants.

I pull my jeans back up over my ravaged ass and my exhausted dick. He looks at me intensely for a few seconds, his eyes boring into mine. My whole body feels like it’s glowing, so excited and alive.

Then the man turns and walks away, and is gone into the crowd of men, leaving me alone at the back of the bar.

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There are many hot three-word combinations.

‘I love you’ is one of them.

‘Please fuck me’ is another.

But my personal favorite is ‘Anything he wants’.

And I’ll tell you why.

Daryl Grant was an account representative from a sister company, scheduled to visit our metropolis for a few days only. But his account was rather important to our firm, which is why the boss wanted me to make sure his stay here was as pleasant as possible. As senior executive assistant, I usually wasn’t asked to do anything as mundane as travel arrangements.

But this time was different, the boss said. This man was different.

He was the key to a merger that had been six years in the making, and apparently, this visit was all about showing this rep how accommodating we could be to him. If suitably impressed, he would give the go-ahead to his superiors, and the deal would be closed.

So I made the travel arrangements for Daryl Grant as instructed. It was simple to do, I’d done it many times before, back when I was a junior assistant.

I even agreed to meet him at the airport and drive him to his hotel. I thought that was a little much, but no one asked for my opinion. But I thought what the hell, it got me out of work early.

‘Take good care of Daryl Grant,’ my boss said as I was leaving. ‘Make sure he gets anything he wants.’

‘No problem,’ I said, ‘He’ll get it.’

A few days later, at the airport, I stood near the gate that Mr. Grant’s plane would unload at. I held a sign with his name on it so he could identify me. Within moments the plane had arrived and the passengers were disembarking.

I searched the eyes of every well-dressed man in his early to mid-thirties, wondering which one he would be. The last few passengers walked out, and for a second I wondered if I was at the wrong gate. Where was Daryl Grant?

Then one last person appeared — and he was gorgeous!

Tall, at least 6’1′, handsome with dark brown hair and a clean-shaven face. He wasn’t buffed out, but he inhabited his expensive suit with confidence, his body lean and toned within his shirt and pants. His eyebrows were dark above his even darker eyes.

My mind was whirling: was it him? No, it couldn’t be! But it had to be! The man turned toward me, read my sign and gave me a big smile full of bright white teeth.

‘You must be Chris,’ he said.

‘It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Grant.’ I answered, ‘We’ve been expecting you.’

We shook hands, and his grip was firm and warm. Just like something between my legs that was hardening just being this close to such an attractive man.

‘When your boss said his secretary would meet me at the gate,’ Mr. Grant said as he reluctantly released my hand, ‘I imagined a mousy woman in her fifties, certainly not…you.’

Was he coming on to me? I wasn’t sure — yet.

‘I’m glad you’re pleased, Mr. Grant.’ I said. ‘I’m here to escort you to your hotel, and to make sure all your needs are taken care of.’

He gave me that award-winning smile again.

‘Well, they’ve thought of everything, haven’t they?’ he asked.

‘Yes, Sir,’ I answered with a smile of my own. ‘I suppose they have. If you’ll come with me, please?’

‘I’ll be right behind you.’ he said.

I hope so, I thought but did not say. As I led him towards the terminal exit, I imagined being on my stomach, naked on top of a bed, with him behind me, on top of me, fucking my tight ass with his stiff cock.

Anything he wants, my boss had said, Anything he wants.

I led Mr. Grant through the crowded airport, fully aware of his eyes roaming up and down my slender 5’9′ form. I knew my asscheeks were clearly visible beneath my tight slacks. I hoped he was pleased with what he saw. I was almost sure he was. I know I’m hot. I try not have a big ego about it, but it serves me well. Like this time, with Daryl Grant.

I noticed he hadn’t asked me to call him by his first name, and I liked it. My experience was that when I’ve met someone new and they ask me to call them by their first name, it’s a gesture of false familiarity, implying an intimacy that doesn’t exist. I hated it when people did that. But not this time — this man was Mr. Grant, the visiting executive, and I was just Chris, the subservient secretary. For some reason I thought the distance and formality was important, and needed to be maintained.

We walked out the doors heading for the parking lot since Mr. Grant only had a carry-on bag and no checked luggage. I wanted to look at his crotch, but knew that would be inappropriate, at least at this point. So I contented myself with imagining his large cock, nestled tightly in the briefs I pictured him wearing, the organ shifting slightly as he walked.

We reached the waiting town car, where our driver had been waiting patiently for our return. Unlike me, the driver (a young guy in his twenties) was being paid by the hour, so he didn’t care how long it took us. He got out and started to open the passenger door for Mr. Grant.

‘That’s okay,’ I said, ‘I’ll do it.’

‘Sure thing,’ said the driver and got back in the car.

I opened the door for the executive and he grinned at me.

‘Thank you, Chris,’ he said as he slid into the backseat of the town car. ‘Where are you going to sit?’

I tried not to smile.

‘Where would you like me?’ I asked innocently.

‘If you sit back here with me, we can talk about the deal.’ he said.

‘Great.’ was my answer. I walked around to the other side of the car and got in, sliding next to Mr. Grant on the comfortable seat.

Reminding the driver of the hotel where the executive was booked to stay at, I also told him we wanted some privacy and pressed the button that made a pane of darkened glass separate the front seat and the back. Did the driver throw me a knowing wink before he turned back around?

I settled back in my seat. It was quite a large space we had, but I didn’t care. This was one man I wouldn’t have minded being in very tight quarters with. He smelled nice, a combination of expensive soap and a tiny hint of flattering cologne.

‘Mr. Grant.’ I said expectantly.

‘Chris.’ he answer without hesitation.

There was a moment of silence where we just looked at each other, savoring each other’s appearance and presence.

‘You wanted to talk about the deal.’ I reminded him finally.

‘Right!’ he said suddenly. ‘Well, if this deal works out, I think both our firms will benefit greatly.’

‘My superiors certainly think so.’ I said.

‘Do you think so?’ he asked me.

‘Me?’ I said, surprised, ‘I’m just a secretary, Mr. Grant.’

‘Don’t underestimate yourself, Chris.’ he said. ‘You’ve got a brain, a sharp one I’d guess. What do you think about the deal?’

I realized suddenly that he had moved closer to me, sliding on the leather seat until his knee was almost touching mine. Between my legs, my cock, which had softened during the ride to the car, reawakened. The visiting executive’s heady presence was turning me on greatly. I tried to focus my attention — what had he said? What do you think about the deal?, that was it.

‘I think the basic idea is good,’ I said, not believing that I was talking about a business deal with a visiting client that was so hot I could hardly concentrate. ‘But some of the details could be finessed. There’s more to be gained here than my bosses seem to realize.’

‘Be specific,’ Mr. Grant said, as his hand moved to my leg and rested there. Feeling his touch was wonderful, even through a layer of fabric. I told him my ideas about the deal, and as I did I gently took his other hand in mine and brought it to my crotch. His fingers brushed against my erect cock, which was straining inside my boxers, begging for attention.

‘Those are fantastic ideas.’ he said, ‘and you haven’t told your boss any of them?’

‘No, of course not.’ I said as Mr. Grant stroked my dick through my pants. It was so surreal to be discussing one thing and doing something entirely different, like loosening his tie and unbuttoning the top few buttons of his shirt. ‘I’m just a secretary.’

The executive took my face with the hand that wasn’t between my legs, gently. ‘I’m sure you’re much more than that, Chris,’ he said, and kissed me. His mouth was firm and strong, his tongue soft but insistent. My arousal was enflamed and I pulled his shirt out from his pants so I could slide my hands under it to feel the hairless planes of his chest.

The kiss ended, much too soon, and we just sat there for a moment, our hands feeling each other, looking into the other’s eyes.

‘So you’re here to take care of my needs.’ he said finally.

‘That’s right.’ I said. ‘I’ve been instructed to give you anything you want.’

There was a pause.

Then he said: ‘You know what I want, Chris?’

‘What, Mr. Grant?’

‘I want you to suck my cock.’ he said.

‘It will be my pleasure, sir,’ I answered immediately.

The sexy executive leaned back against the seat and unfastened his belt. A few seconds later his expensive pants were unzipped and the briefs beneath were tented high by his dick.

First I touched it through his underwear, feeling the hard, hot meat inside. Then I slid my fingers under the waistband and pulled outwards from his body.

‘Ahhh…’ I moaned at the sight of his beautiful uncut penis. Even though Mr. Grant’s cock was hard, it hadn’t fully emerged from its foreskin yet. Its pink head looked delicious, and I took it in my mouth. The executive let out a moan of pleasure as I gently massaged his cockhead with my tongue. I swirled it around the knob of hard, warm flesh, wanting to make Mr. Grant feel as wonderful as he made me, as hot and sexy and desirable.

I wondered briefly if the driver had figured out what we were doing back there. It didn’t matter. I moved my head downward, taking more and more of his thick shaft down my throat until the head hit the back of my mouth.

Then I started sucking his cock, moving my head up and down so he would feel the sensations as my lips and tongue caressed him in that most intimate of places.

‘Mmmm…’ the executive murmured, letting me know he was enjoying every second of it. As I gave him the best blowjob I could he put one hand on my head, as if holding me there, not wanting me to stop. I had no intention of stopping, of course. I found it all incredibly exciting — sucking a handsome man’s dick behind darkened glass in the back of a car being driven through city traffic.

Mr. Grant groaned with bliss as I pleasured his dick. It was thick and long and felt fantastic in my mouth and down my throat.

With the hand that wasn’t holding me up I reached between my legs and felt my own hot manmeat. I wanted to jerk myself off until I came but I forced myself to wait — it wasn’t the right time, not yet.

Pretty soon the sexy executive’s breathing sped up, and I knew he was close.

‘I’m gonna shoot!’ he said breathlessly, and I took my mouth off of him. Then I lifted his shirt up and away from his body so when he came he wouldn’t stain his expensive clothes. ‘Oh yeah, man,’ Mr. Grant said, and shot a nice load up above his groin. He threw his head back in ecstasy, moaning out one long ‘Yeeeaaahhh…’ as the orgasm rocked his body. I watched him as he slowly recovered, and opened his eyes with a look of great satisfaction.

‘Very nice.’ he said finally.

Mr. Grant reached up into a ceiling compartment and brought out a hand towel. I glanced out the window while he cleaned himself up and got his pants back on. It had gotten dark already.

‘We’re just about there,’ I said, and moments later we pulled into the driveway of a very nice hotel. It was the place my company always provided for visiting clients and executives, much more expensive than I could afford.

As soon as our driver stopped the car, young sexy hotel employee boys greeted us — opening the doors for us, taking Mr. Grant’s bag.

‘Would you accompany me to my room?’ the executive asked me.

‘I’d be delighted,’ was my answer.

I thanked our driver and told him he was done for the night. He gave me a knowing grin and thanked me.

Mr. Grant and I checked in, and the hotel boy with his bag led us up to a penthouse suite overlooking the city. It was a gorgeous room, beautiful and comfortable, with only one bed. The executive tipped the boy, very well by the grin on the boy’s face, and ushered him out, closing the door behind him.

I walked out to the balcony and looked at the shining cityscape.

‘Nice view,’ Mr. Grant said from behind me.

‘Yes,’ I agreed, ‘the city’s really pretty at night.’

‘I meant you, not the city.’ he said, joining me on the balcony.

‘Thank you,’ I said, surprised. We stood there for a few minutes watching the view.

‘Anything I want?’ Mr. Grant asked finally.

‘Anything you want.’ I answered.

‘I want to get rimmed while I look at the city.’

‘My pleasure.’ I said, and reached for his belt buckle. I unfastened it and unzipped his pants, letting them drop to the floor. I removed his shoes and socks and put them neatly by the bed. His pants I folded and hung in the closet on a hanger.

When I turned back to the balcony I saw the most beautiful ass I’d ever seen waiting for me. I joined Mr. Grant and knelt down behind him, feeling his butt with my hands. The double moons of his cheeks were firm and strong mounds of flesh, yet the skin that covered them was smooth and soft. I kneaded them with my fingers, gently caressing them. The executive exhaled with pleasure: ‘Aahhh…’

Then I pulled his cheeks apart and smelled him. His asshole was fragrant, rich with musk and light sweat. I brought my face close, flaring my nostrils as I inhaled his odors deeply.

Wetting my lips with my tongue, I pushed in deeper, actually between the cheeks. Then I licked his asshole, running my tongue up its entire length and then down. Mr. Grant murmured with bliss and approval. I continued licking him, every few seconds pushing my puckering lips against his hole. I wanted him to experience not just pleasure but different pleasures, a variety of sensual delights for him to savor.

When his hole was sufficiently moistened, I tried actually pushing my tongue against his asshole, gently seeking entrance. The ring of muscle that surrounded his hole was tight, but after a few minutes it began to give way, just a bit. I was patient — the night was long.

Little by little I worked my tongue until I could push it inside him, inside his butt. It was a sublime feeling. I made love to the man’s asshole, using my tongue to fuck him gently but urgently. I know Mr. Grant liked it because he pushed his butt back toward me, as if wanting more and more of me inside him. Actually, ‘like’ isn’t strong enough a word, I think he loved it!

‘Oh man,’ he said, ‘This is living — a gorgeous view to look at, and a gorgeous man to give me anything I want.’ I stopped rimming him long enough to ask, ‘How has your trip been so far, Mr. Grant?’

‘Pretty damn fantastic so far, Chris.’ was his immediate answer. ‘You better stop. I don’t want to come again yet.’ I obeyed, leaving his beautiful ass reluctantly, and stood up. The handsome man took me in his arms and kissed my lips. I could feel his fast and excited breathing.

‘I want you to make love to me.’ he whispered in my ear.

‘Yes, sir,’ I said happily. ‘I’ve been hoping you would.’

I took him to the bed and asked him to lay down on his back. Quickly I stripped off my clothes and left them in a pile on the floor. Then I joined that hunky man on top of the bed, laying next to him and kissing his arms and shoulders with puckered lips.

Mr. Grant rubbed his leg against my hard cock, making it even more anxious and excited. ‘I love the feeling of your mouth on my body,’ he said as I continued to kiss him. With my lips I worked my way up to his neck, which I licked like I was a thirsty dog. Soon enough I was at his chin, and then I kissed him properly on the lips. The visiting executive sighed with pleasure as I pushed my tongue gently into his mouth. His own tongue found mine and soon they were dancing together, exploring each other first tentatively, then more forcefully.

Mr. Grant pulled me over himself so I was right above him. My cock seemed to stretch even longer, as if being his close to the other man’s asshole was making it hungrier than ever.

‘Lay on me,’ he said when he realized I was still supporting myself on my hands at his sides. ‘I want to feel your whole weight on me.’ I obeyed, letting my body gently settle down on his. Mr. Grant’s chest and abdomen were hard and toned, and felt wonderful beneath me.

‘Make love to me, Chris,’ he whispered huskily, ‘I want you inside me.’

I needed no more convincing. I slid back to the edge of the bed and reached down for my pants. When I found them, I pulled the condoms and tiny bottle of lube I’d brought out of my pocket. Kneeling back up on the bed, I opened one of the square foil packets and pulled out the latex sheath.

Gently I unrolled it down over my hard dick and I was ready for action! Crawling back over on top of the executive, I split his legs apart and pulled him to me until my cock was at his asshole. Squirting some lube into my hand, I used it to slick my dick. I lifted the hot man’s legs into the air and rested them on my shoulders.

‘Are you ready, sir?’ I asked him.

‘Yes, Chris,’ he said, ‘Do it.’

I pushed my dick into his asshole and he closed his eyes.

‘Yeah, that’s it,’ he said, ‘Fuck me!’

Mr. Grant wanted to be fucked, and it was my job to make sure he got everything he wanted. It was fantastic to make love to him this way, sliding my cock in and then pulling back, then going in again. He breathed deeply and sighed beneath me, overcome with passion. It felt so wonderful, for both of us I guess, but that level of intensity was impossible to maintain for very long.

The executive grabbed his cock in one hand and started jacking himself off. My own delicious friction inside was building up to take-off very quickly.

‘I’m coming, Chris!’ Mr. Grant said.

‘Me too!’ I answered as I pulled out of his ass. Yanking the condom off, I jerked myself the rest of the way — together the executive and I climaxed and shot loads of hot semen all over his chest. Our yells of ecstasy and release mingled, then slowly died as the bursts of pleasure faded into blissful afterglow. We looked at each other, still panting and trying to catch our breaths. Then I got off of him and laid down next to him.

‘I want you to hold me while I sleep,’ Daryl Grant said.

‘Anything you want,’ I whispered in his ear as I wrapped my arms around him. ‘Anything you want…’

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O’Hare was fucking snowed in, and we were going nowhere. There was a near riot at the ticket counter and the frustrated clerk took his vengeance by pulling the names of nonparticipants to get into the hotel shuttle first. I had stood off to the side next to a quiet man from St. Louis, so we were among the first to get loaded up and taken to sanctuary.

My quiet friend and I were given a nice double room on the 5th floor. I stared at him out of the corner of my eye as we rode up the elevator. About my height, 6’1′, good build, brown hair, and startling gray eyes. He was dressed in a well-cut suit that discreetly hid whatever he had between his legs. We had exchanged names, his was Andrew, mine is Robert, and we both hated the diminutives. In the room, Andrew went into the bathroom to take a shower, and Robert sat down on the bed to adjust his hardon and wonder why O’Hare had to snow me into a double room with the quiet, gray-eyed man. Shit, I thought.

I stripped, and was contemplating what to put on when the bathroom door opened suddenly. Andrew walked out with a towel wrapped around his waist. He stopped when he saw me naked, then froze when he saw the hard cock. We stood there and stared at each other, until I noticed the front of the towel had started to bulge. He looked down at himself as if he’d been betrayed, and his face turned pale. I felt sorry for him, and walked toward him slowly. ‘It’s cool,’ I said, with a big smile. ‘I’ve always thought stiff cocks were contagious. Kind of like the flu.’ Being nice to him made it worse. He looked at me, swallowed hard, and cleared his throat. ‘I want to so bad it hurts,’ he said, his voice cracking. ‘You got on in New York, looked at me, and…I want to. I never have.’

I moved closer and touched his face. He made a deep, low sound, that was almost like pain, and moved in toward me. Our mouths met, and he opened to accept my tongue. I flicked it around the inside, and he fastened on to it and sucked. He kissed me desperately, greedily, then thrust his tongue back at me. I took his hand and put it on my cock as I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him tight. He brought the other hand down and used them to explore me. His touch was gentle, fondling my balls and lightly stroking my cock. I slid my hands down his back and whisked the towel away. His cock touched mine, and my hands went for his firm, tight ass. He buried his face in my shoulder, trembling, as I explored his sweet ass. He grabbed his own hard cock, and rubbed the head up and down my shaft. I could feel a trail of precum oozing out on me.

Andrew slid his mouth down my body, licking and nibbling across my chest, slurping his tongue across my nipples. They got immediately erect, and he stared at them, then fastened his mouth on one and sucked. Hard. I gasped, and I could feel him smile, still holding my nipple tightly between his lips. He kept sucking, switching his mouth from one to the other, then using his fingers to pinch the nipple not in his mouth. He stood suddenly, and ran his hands over my body. I knew what he was doing, and I let him. He was touching a man for the first time, the way he had probably dreamed of all his life, and I let him. He walked around me and rubbed my back. Just touching me, gently. He came around in front of me and knelt suddenly, taking my cock into his mouth, closing his eyes and sucking, gently at first, then harder, taking my rod deep. I spread my feet and balanced myself and let him feast. At the first taste of my precum, his eyes flew open and he looked up at me. There was a fire in his eyes. He started to fuck me hard with his mouth, his hands locked on my ass. I clenched my fists to hold on, but it was useless. I could feel my cock swell, and my balls fill, and so could he. He fucked me even harder, his wet mouth a tight, tight ring on my throbbing cock., his tongue feeling like it touched every part of me. I began to pulse cum into his mouth, and he swallowed it, sucking it from me faster than I could pump it out. I collapsed backwards on the bed, with him still suctioned to my cock.

His mouth and tongue gently licked me clean. He turned me over, and started to nibble my ass. I stretched out and got comfortable as he let his tongue play over every inch of my skin. I spread my legs, and he licked up the crack, taking time to flick the base of my spine. He used his fingers to gently spread my cheeks, then took his time licking around the hole, getting closer and closer. Finally, he made contact, gently touching his tongue to my hole. His breath was hot. I held my hips still, silencing the urge to push my ass back against his mouth. I let out a helpless, hungry groan, and he dove forward, thrusting his tongue up my ass. No one had ever tongue fucked my ass with his obvious desire. He cupped my balls gently as his tongue worked, demanding thrusts that stabbed into me.

At some point I turned and grabbed the back of his neck, sucked his tongue into my mouth and threw him flat on the bed. I worked on his mouth with my mouth, and put my hands all over him. He wiggled helplessly, getting more and more aroused, finally exploding in an extended verbal assault on himself for waiting so long to release his needs. I gobbled his cock, sucking him harder than I meant to. His body curled around my head and he hung on, fighting to hold back the eruption building in his balls. He came in long, shuddering spasms, howling, firing high-pressure cum into my mouth in continuous bursts. I’ve never felt that much cum pour out of a throbbing cock. He collapsed, body twitching, then tried to raise his head to say something. He watched me scoop cum off my chin and started to laugh. He gestured weakly for me to bend to him, and he licked my face, grinning.

My cock was hard again, and I flipped my helpless lover onto his stomach. I bent and bit his ass hard. He spread his legs and said ‘fuck me!’ in a loud, clear voice. I knelt behind him and bit and licked his ass, then spread his cheeks and tongue fucked him until he was begging to be fucked hard in the ass by my swollen cock. I got off the bed to get a tube of lubricant out of my suitcase and he made a pained whimpering noise as I left. The sound inflamed me and my cock oozed. I used shaking hands to make my cock slippery and to slide a slick finger into his tight ass. I finger fucked his ass and listened to his blurted emotional confession, words tumbling from his mouth in rhythm with my pumping hand. One finger became two, then I pressed my swollen and painful cockhead against the opening to his relaxed pink tunnel.

‘Fuck my ass,’ he demanded. ‘OK,’ I said calmly, and inserted my cock into his tight ring as he shook with laughter. He had craved this pleasure for so long he was shocked into silence as I pumped him. I tried to be gentle, but it didn’t last. I grabbed his hips and thrust deep and hard, slamming my hips against his firm ass. Our balls hit, and I threw my head back and howled. I fucked him as hard as I could, for as long as I could. Finally, I realized he was begging me to stop. I stopped, preparing to pull out. His hand slapped back and grabbed my hip and stopped me. He raised up, reached back with his fingers and felt my rod as it entered and spread his hole. He had no words, but he turned and kissed me. I wrapped my arms around him and pumped his tight ass as he thrust his hips back to take me deep. His right hand stroked his own cock.

We started to pump cum together, our bodies convulsing and twitching as I filled and overflowed his ass, and he pulsed long streams onto the bed. We collapsed finally, curled into spoons and passed out.

O’Hare finally opened, the snow cleared, but it was days before we noticed.

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It was a wintery day outside, and the cold wind rattled the window with a low thumping noise as the fine powdered snow ground up against it in bursts. I wanted to stay in bed that morning, and there was nothing to incline me otherwise, since I didn’t have to work that day and it was cold in my apartment. My cat jumped off the the bureau with a light thud and I felt the weight of him as he walked across my legs and lay down at the foot of my bed.

I was pretty horny, since for some reason I hadn’t jerked off in a couple of days, and I stroked my hardening cock for a while. I could feel a deeper need this morning though, and I thought it might be hot to spend a whole day in having sex, or at least with some kind of sexual tension happening.

It happened that at this point in my life, I was living in an apartment building where I knew two other guys with whom I had an arrangement. Neither of the other two knew each other, but I could call either of them on the phone and stand a pretty good chance of being invited over for coffee, and of course a hot fuck session to follow. It maximized my odds of getting laid without going out in the cold weather of the winter.

I thought about them today, and as I lay there I considered which one to phone. I tried the guy who lived below me a couple of floors first, since I was in a dark mood, and he was a brooding east indian guy who loved to shove his cock up my ass and liked to come a number of times without stopping in between. I really liked him, but he did take a fair amount of energy to interact with. Today there was no answer to the phone.

I then called the other guy, who lived a floor above me. Tom was tall and hot looking, in his late twenties with long hair and a strong jaw. He was pretty kinky, and while he didn’t like to do anything in the way of role playing, he loved being a top, and was obsessed with my ass. He liked to probe it with his fingers, and to see how many I could take up there at a time, all while kneeling between my legs and looking into my eyes.

We had experimented with some kinky things, including bondage a couple of times, but it was something about the way he got horny that appealed to me. Tom was a really hot guy, and I liked all the experiences that we had together. His phone rang a number of times, and then he answered. My heart beat a little faster, and I started talking with him. I was all smiles when I found out that he had the day off as well, and when he asked me if I was horny, my mouth went dry. It was a standard question from Tom, and a pretty symbolic one, since I never really phoned him unless I was horny. I told him I was, and I asked him if he wanted to come over.

He came over today. I was still in bed, as he had asked for me to stay there once I got up and unlocked the door. I heard him open it, then lock it again. I could feel my cock rock hard against the sheets. Tom sat on the edge of the bed, and then pulled the sheets back. He rolled me on my side, and he leaned down and licked my ass couple of times. He moaned as his tongue ran itself over my anus, and he lingered there licking it for a while.

I was completely ready to be fucked, and Tom was so into it. He licked my ass, and probed it with his tongue for a long time. Then his fingers, and finally, at last, his hard cock was thrust in there. I moaned as I had no other time we had been together. I had never felt closer to Tom, never felt so ready for sex, and never had wanted anything as much as what I was now taking up my ass.

He fucked me and fucked me, and the wind continued to blow the snow up against the windows in the freezing day outside. His penis was inside me for hours, and I wanted it more when he was done that at any other time he had ever fucked me. Sometimes we just lay there, with his hardness still up my ass, my anus contracting around it and squeezing it as hard as I could. My own cock was raw from me stroking it.

Finally we both came, Tom while his cock was in my ass, filling the condom with a mass of ejaculate. I was laying on my side, and as my iron grip stroked its last the come shot out of me and up past my head to splat audibly on the headboard. We both heard it hit, and in the dim light it could clearly be seen, running down in a couple of streams across the dark wood.

We started to laugh, and there was no time in my life that I think I have ever felt so very relaxed, and such a sense of well being. This feeling mellowed slightly after a few minutes, but stayed with us as we lay there smoking cigarettes luxuriously in the still room. Tom was a pretty nice guy, and we talked for a while before he told me he had to go home. I got up to see him out, and he slapped my ass as we walked to the door, and smiled knowingly when he left. He told me he thought that was really hot, and he couldn’t wait for next time. My cock was hard by the time I went back to the bedroom to get dressed at last, thinking of what was to come.

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San Diego is one of the most beautiful cities in the world, with so much to see and do packed within its borders that a vacation could last for months. However, I wasn’t on vacation, I was on a business trip, and right now I hated San Diego with a barely controlled passion. None of this had anything to do with business, and I knew it. The meetings had gone better than I dared dream; I was a hero to my boss and a savior to the troops…and a fading memory to my lover. I was focused on this last one as I stared out the window of my hotel room at the city lights, imagining all sorts of people who hadn’t just been dumped partying their asses off. The fact that my lover had been a philandering shit I was glad to be rid of had momentarily slipped my mind. I was on my third or fourth drink.

Than, almost magically, I was walking through the sand at the edge of Mission Bay, staring out at the inky water, then up at the black velvet, rhinestone studded sky. I could hear something particularly insistent and offensive pounding out of the speakers in the lounge. The moving shapes created brittle laughter as they partied their vacant little minds out. I walked down the short pier, muttering something to myself about the fabled long walk. The pretty boat was at the end. The pretty man was doing something to the engine.

I stared at him, knowing I was licking my lips like a starving hound, knowing that my cock was getting visibly hard, and knowing there was a strong likelihood that the stud would punch me into the Bay for my troubles. He didn’t, though. He smiled at me, and looked around his boat. ‘Pretty, isn’t she?’ he said, in a deep, rich voice. I nodded, my hungry gaze fastened on his thighs. ‘Gorgeous,’ murmured somebody close to me. Somebody with a high, squeaky voice. Me, I realized suddenly. ‘Yes,’ I said hastily, in a more normal tone. ‘It’s a beautiful boat.’ He stood and rattled off a lot of boat information, none of which I understood nor cared about, as long as he’d stay standing in the pool of golden light cast by the pier lamp, that made his tan look like bronze and not mind my erection. He grinned at me. ‘I need to take it out. Want to come?’ I stared at him, trying to remember if there had been a slight stress on ‘come’ and decided it had just been my imagination. The only boat I had ever known intimately had shared a bathtub with me when I was three, so I held on for dear life as my companion powered up ‘his baby’ and headed out into the Bay.

He talked a lot, and that was good. I had been struck dumb by the nearness of long, dark hair flowing in the wind, bright, deep brown eyes, a body that just went on and on, and a bathing suit that managed to be respectable and revealing at the same time. His name was Toby and my balls were beginning to hurt. My cock was trying to crawl out of my pants. All I could do was try not to fall out of the boat. Periodically, he’d turn and flash me a perfect smile, complete with deep dimples. He said a lot of things about boats, a lot of things about Mission Bay and one or two things about the Pacific. I remembered none of them. I managed not to say ‘I want to kneel before you and suck your cock and swallow your cum., unless you’d prefer to have me slide my cock into that tight luscious ass and fuck you. Your choice.’ The engine suddenly made ‘slowing down’ sounds, and my Captain did ‘stop the boat’ things, then offered me a beer. I sat across from him, sipped beer and looked up at the night. It was a perfect night. The perfect night was destined to get better. Toby sat back and stretched his arms along the pillows. He smiled at me, waiting. I smiled back, then aimed one of my longing glances at his thighs. My glance got hung up on the huge bulge in the front of his suit. A huge bulge. An award winning bulge. My jaw didn’t exactly hit the deck, but it was close. Toby slid out of his suit and walked to stand in front of me.

The most incredible cock I personally have ever seen was suddenly in my mouth and I was sucking with a lust I hadn’t felt in a long time. I estimated 9 inches, very thick, very dark, with full, heavy balls and thick pubic hair. I couldn’t get enough of him in my mouth to satisfy me. I kept bobbing my head, sliding my tight, wet lips up and down his shaft, relaxing my throat, determined that every inch was going to be mine. I could feel his huge, mushroom shaped head at the top of my throat. I slid my palms up and down his muscled thighs, around to his tight, round ass, up to his flat, washboard stomach, then down to his balls. He was full, and way past ready. By the time I realized he had said, ‘I’m going to cum,’ I was swallowing for dear life as he pumped my mouth and throat full of his hot cream. I swallowed as much as I could, then had to let the rest drip out of my mouth. I looked up at him, and his face was twisted in the most incredible expression of bliss I’d ever seen. It made ‘was it good for you?’ a very, very stupid question indeed, but I asked it anyway, and was rewarded with a look of exquisite tenderness. ‘Let me show you how good it was,’ he whispered, and knelt before me.

I wasn’t so much undressed as unwrapped, like a valued gift. He spent a long time kissing my mouth, then took off my shirt. He seemed to find great pleasure in the fact that I had chest hair, and rubbed his face against it, then fastened his lips on my nipple. He sucked one erect, then pinched and pulled at it as he sucked the other. I held his head to my chest and let the waves of pleasure wash over me. I felt his hands drop to my pants and open them. I lifted my hips briefly as he slid the rest of my clothes, and my shoes off. I sat back and ran my fingers through his hair as he took me in his mouth. He knelt, eyes closed, and sucked me, sliding his tongue all over my cock, caressing every part of me with his hands. He opened his eyes suddenly, and I could see the smile in them as he looked up at me. ‘Damn,’ I said in a hoarse voice. ‘It’s incredible. Just incredible.’ Flames seemed to shoot from his eyes when I spoke, and his mouth moved faster. I talked for as long as I could, long past coherency, my legs wrapped around him, my toes curling, trying to hold back the explosion that was demanding to be released. Somehow I managed to communicate to him that I was about to flood his mouth, and he was ready when stars exploded in front of my eyes and my helpless, throbbing cock pumped cum into him. He sucked and swallowed greedily, and I just kept on cumming. We ended up on the deck, surrounded by pillows and I took a very spontaneous nap.

I either awoke or regained consciousness a little while later. Toby managed to convince me that the only thing out there that was going to eat me was him, and we took a swim over the side. I felt wild and primal as I swam to him, grabbed him and took his mouth in a deep, demanding kiss. He went limp in my arms, and I held him as he floated. When we got back in the boat, we were both hard again. We lay on the deck and let the air dry our bodies as our tongues danced together and our hands explored. We worked ourselves into a twitching state of arousal, making the foreplay last until we were half-mad with desire. He rolled away from me, and rose to his hands and knees. ‘Take me,’ he said harshly. ‘Fuck me.’ I lunged at his ass, licking and biting the smooth skin. I thrust my tongue into the crack in his ass and massaged his balls with one hand. He groaned, dropped his head and thrust his ass back at me. ‘Damn, that feels good,’ he gasped. ‘So damned good. Tongue me. Eat me.’ I spread his ass cheeks apart and thrust my tongue into his tight, puckered hole. He groaned helplessly. ‘More,’ he begged. ‘Oh, damn, more.’ I gave him more than I thought I had, until my tongue was exhausted. He was very unsteady on his hands and knees, precum dripping from his cock. He slapped a cabinet open on the third try, and fished out a tube of lubricant that he batted back at me. ‘I want your cock,’ he said with a strangled howl. ‘Damn it, I want your cock to fuck my ass.’

I grinned down at his ass, and went deliberately slow, teasing and tormenting him as much as possible. I let the swollen head of my cock bump his ass often, and each time he reacted as if he had been given a powerful electric shock. I lubricated my index finger and slid it up and down his crack until he was begging. I teased his hole, rubbing around it, inserting the tip then withdrawing it, then rubbing around again. Just when his voice was beginning to crack, I thrust the finger in. He gasped and slammed his hips back at me. I held my wrist rigid, and he humped the hell out of my finger. I watched my hand slam against his perfect ass until I’d teased and tormented myself past endurance. I slid in a second finger and he kept humping. I slicked up my cock with my other hand, and stroked it slowly as I watched him furiously buck back and fuck my fingers. I slid the fingers out and he howled. I held the head of my cock against his hole. He pushed back and the head popped in. He sucked in air sharply, then thrust back, taking my entire shaft in one hard movement. I grabbed his hips and held him still, my cock buried in his ass. ‘Tell me,’ I growled. ‘Tell me you want me to fuck you.’ Toby said a lot of things. They may have even been words, but I couldn’t prove it. When he got to howling like an animal in pain, I started to move my hips. Slowly at first, still holding him still, then faster and faster. I let go of his hips and gave his ass a slap. He shoved back at me as I slammed forward. We rutted like two animals, the force causing the boat to bounce on the surface of the ocean. My cock stabbed his tight hole, my balls slammed against his, and he kept humping back hard for more. We had fallen into a duet of low, grunting noises. He had two fists planted on the deck, and I had two fists on his hips. We both had our fingernails dug into our palms, trying desperately to make it last as long as possible.

It lasted long past anything two rational people would have done to their bodies. We fused into one solid lump of sex, then exploded. I could actually hear his cum splatter on the deck an instant before I flooded his ass. Then all I could hear was an odd ringing sound. I slid forward on his cum-slicked thighs as he pitched face first into a pillow. His body slid in his cum and I rode his back until we collided with a cabinet and stopped. I managed to get off him on the second try, landed hard, then stared at him. ‘Oof,’ he said. I nodded at him agreeably. ‘Oof,’ I repeated.

San Diego is one of the most beautiful cities in the world. It’s also a great place to live. It’s an amazing place to fuck.

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