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  • Virginity Lost in Rugby Club

    I was just 18 and fresh from school and my passionate interest was cycling, at least I thought it was! I guess I used to like it because I liked the feeling of being out in the fresh air and keeping fit.

    To smell the scent of summer and feel the rush of air past my body was what excited me. If it was at all warm and sunny, in fact any excuse, I would take off my shirt and I was often only clad in very brief shorts.

    I would plan weekend trips starting Saturday morning and getting home Sunday evening. The trick was to find a good half way point to set up my little tent for the overnight stop. There were plenty of places where you could camp but it was best if there were some facilities like a wash house etc. There were recognized sites in guide books but they were few and far between. On the occasion I’m going to tell you about – and it was some occasion! – I had set off on Friday evening just after getting back from work. This journey was to be a longer one, at least that was the plan!

    The first night stop was a place I had known about some time as it was a sort of sports club with playing fields. Someone had told me you could camp and make use of the facilities. It was late September – the fall as you Transatlantic guys would say – the weather was really warm and when I got there was a rugby practice game in progress on one of the pitches.

    I was in no real hurry so stood watching (just in shorts) for a while from the touch line before putting up my tent. Presently there was a brief pause in the game and one of the players came over and greeted me with a big smile saying it was nice to have a spectator.

    ‘You’re the crowd’ he said. ‘Give us a cheer now and again!’.

    I asked about who to see about camping and he just said I could set up anywhere and as he ran off to rejoin the game shouted back.

    ‘See you later in the shack!’

    I went and set up tent and returned to watch the game. I was a bit hungry but these big guys fascinated me. At school none of my peers were as big and muscular. I had wondered a bit about what the ‘shack’ was but assumed it to be the clubhouse, which did look as if it could do with a lick of paint.

    I was having a great time cheering everyone on regardless of which team and this lead to a few jovial reproaches from opposing sides and a lot of good-humoured banter. There was one guy who scored at least three tries who I have not the slightest difficulty remembering. He had very powerful legs and could outrun most of the others. If he got hold of the ball he was very difficult to stop because if anyone tried to tackle him he seemed to have a way of hurling them aside with one thrust of his massive left arm.

    Then finally the referee’s whistle went and they all seemed to converge towards me. What was my name; why was I on my own; what was I doing later on etc.

    ‘Hey we’re off to the showers! Why not come and join us?’

    I just followed them in without thinking. Once inside everyone stripped off completely naked. There were two teams of fifteen players two linesmen two extras and the Referee. 35 big hulking guys all around soaping themselves in this communal shower. I was naked too of course and it was very hot and steamy. I couldn’t help noticing that their cocks were getting bigger and stiffer and there was no doubt that I was the centre of attraction.

    One of them had found an excuse to start soaping the lower part of my back saying that he thought there was an oil mark on me. It caused a lot a of laughter as others pointed out it was just my brown skin above my very white buttocks. Others were not slow to join in the attempt to ‘help’ me. A couple of other players came over from another shower.

    ‘Wow what have we got here! not an orgy I hope!’

    It was Brian team captain trying to call the situation to order. He started apologizing to me and said he hoped I wasn’t offended.

    ‘No not at all’ I said.

    Then he said the trouble was that as well as being a good sport I had a ‘fucking nice ass’. Someone else added that it was at least as good as any chick’s. There was a lot of laughter and good humour about the whole exchange. I suppose most young lads of my age would have been extremely embarrassed by the whole situation. I cannot recall feeling that way at all. On the contrary I felt hugely flattered by all this attention.

    I was not sure how things were going to develop (It was before AIDS had become an epidemic). I wasn’t really concerned but then this big guy who had scored all the tries came over and said something like.

    ‘Strikes me there’s a lot of talking over here and not much action!’.

    His manner was very direct and a little bit aggressive. Ian was staring me in the eyes and I couldn’t help noticing his massive cock sticking out almost horizontal but slightly up. His huge thigh muscles gave him speed. His massive broad shoulders strong arms made him a formidable rugby forward. All the players had been all covered in mud but now they were clean, soapy and superbly nude. Looking around me it was like being in an art gallery containing the most beautiful bodies you could imagine.

    Brian the team captain suggested Ian was being a bit presumptive and maybe I didn’t want his attentions. But I remember Ian saying in flash:

    ‘It’s not a matter of what he wants, it’s what he needs, and that’s what he’s going to get!’

    As he said this he was soaping my ass and working his fingers into my anus. Suddenly I felt him grab my arms from behind.

    ‘Now you beauty! I’m going to fuck that lovely big smooth baby bum of yours. Wow don’t you need it!!’

    As he said this his big hands restrained my elbows and all I could see of him was his hairy forearms. I should never have been surprised when it happened specially after what he just said, but I was so young and innocent I still didn’t really expect it. Even the pressure on my anus didn’t alert me to what was really happening. Until now I had only been fingered and I was enjoying what I thought was more of the same forgetting that his hands were elsewhere! Then I felt a sharp but quick pain as my sphincter yielded to his powerful hood as his huge penis gained entry to my virgin ass. Everyone was standing around me watching me being penetrated. Suddenly I felt the full force of his cock right up inside me. As he drove it in to the hilt I felt the fury mass of his pubic hairs against my buttocks. He was ramming his powerful prick into every recess of my rectum. I was overwhelmed. I couldn’t think of anything else. He had taken charge of me. I wanted to submit to his strong body and I was bending right down as he pumped his shiny shaft in and out of my ass. I don’t know how long it went on before he started orgasming. I could feel and hear the sound as this huge hot piston surged in and out. Then when he started to cum it was massive!! I suddenly felt this huge sensation as he began to spurt his hot cum fluids up my bottom. He had scored again shouting ‘Yes! Yes!’ as he squirted into my rectum. Eventually as he shot his last jack up me he let out a deep groan and withdrew the whole length of his thick slimy dick. Briefly I felt lonely as I felt my sphincter was able close again.

    Not for long though!! Everybody wanted get to work on me after that!

    ‘Hey, hang on!! He can’t take all of us. For fucks sake his ass will be red hot!!’

    Brian was genuinely concerned for me as obviously, looking back (it didn’t seem so at the time), it is hard to imagine inviting so many randy sex crazed guys up your ass. But all I wanted at the time to feel the next hot cock coming up my back passage. What Brian didn’t know was that, although I was genuine virgin when it came to sex with other guys, I had a huge collection of dildos at home and used them to masturbate my prostate sometimes for hours. I was well experienced in working them inside my ass and getting multiple orgasms.

    But Brian’s remonstrations fell on deaf ears and I could find no inclination to resist. All 35 guys fucked me up my bottom in the space of about half an hour!, or that’s what it seemed. The more I got fucked the more slimy and juicy my anus felt and these hard rigid cocks just slipped inside me so easily.

    As each pumped his load up me I was sucking the next beautiful hard cock as these big massive rugby boys queued up to fuck my ass. I was very careful not to overdo it just gently licking their hoods and giving each pink knob a gentle suck leaving some saliva on their tips.

    Immediately one guy pulled out the next thick rock hard pole would be up me shafting my ass with so much vigour you wouldn’t have thought they had just played a hard match. They were each so excited after watching my ass taking the previous guy few managed more than two or three strokes until they lost control and shot their load up me flooding my bottom with more sperm laden spunk. These big guys were amazingly virile and each wave of hot cum felt like the force of a flowing tide! All I could see around were powerful hairy muscular thighs over which towered powerful bodies and massive hard cocks. They were so close to my face sometimes I was sucking two guys at once and I got close up views of each smooth rounded pink hood glistening in the moist light. It seemed the tiny holes in the centre had dilated slightly in readiness to screw me and spunk my boy bum.

    At the end of the session in the changing rooms I reckon I had a well over 200mls (almost half a pint) of their beautiful thick virile semen up my rectum. In the background I could see the guys who had just finished fucking me going over to shower, their thick meaty cocks dripping spunk and dangling like fire hoses after a hard day’s work.

    After that I was invited to join them in the bar.

    ‘Hey where’s your shirt?’ someone said amid laughter as I was just wearing only shorts. More laughter as I was read the club rule about dress in the bar. At the same time as someone put a shirt on me another guy removed my shorts and pants.

    ‘No mention about these in the rules!’

    I had just been presented with a beer and was very aware of the cool air on my naked buttocks and genitals as all eyes turned to admire my nude body. I was leaning over the bar taking my first sip as Ian came over and ran his fingers into my crack:

    ‘How does it feel to have an ass full of rugby men’s fuck!?’

    I was having difficulty at this stage in keeping control of my anus. I just couldn’t stop it relaxing as Ian’s deep masculine voice came close to my ear. Semen started oozing out between my buttocks and running down the inside of my thighs. Ian could feel it and exclaimed as everyone crowded round to see.

    ‘Seems like he’s having a period or something. Anyone got a tampon for him?’

    They all started laughing then another guy called Daren produced a big long dildo. It was like a huge red sausage rounded at each end and flexible. Then I felt it as he started pushing it up my ass hole. Everyone was crowding round to see as Daren got it really far up inside me. I knew I was getting even more sticky as I just couldn’t stop the slimy cum oozing out between my cleavage.

    Then they carried me off to a sofa and laid me down on some plastic to protect the upholstery. I was on my back now with one leg over the back and other being held up by onlookers.

    ‘Right let’s get down to some serious fucking’ Ian said.

    He seemed to be taking charge. I later discovered he was a medical student which explains why he went on about how to massage my prostate. He was taking the lead now. He was brilliant because he let the others go first and supervised every penetration to make sure they got it right and didn’t hurt me. I knew nothing much then about sexual anatomy then but I was soon getting multiple orgasms as they pressed their pricks into my gland as Ian massaged my penis. What ever it was I couldn’t ejaculate however much my prostate vainly tried to pump out my pent up sperm.

    There was also a lot of competition over who could jack off with the most force. So as each guy drove his dick into my ass everyone watched closely for the first signs of spasm in their groins. When it happened they cheered and counted many times ejaculations each guy managed.

    Ian finally came up me as another guy called Gary had started sucking my cock. Then just as Ian was releasing his second load of cum up my bum he made me jack off into Gary’s mouth. I can’t find words to describe the intensity of that orgasm. My whole body was writhing and my ass and cock in spasm together. There was cum everywhere under me as each guy withdrew his cock a blob of semen would come out before my anus closed back.

    That night and all the weekend I didn’t do a lot of cycling. When I wasn’t bending down I was on my back with my legs in the air. Ian took charge of the sanitation side of things. He gave advice about peeing after fucking, kept my rectum at the ready and gave me enemas in front of anyone who wanted to watch, which turned out to be everyone!

    Well! what happened after that is another story. All this wasn’t far from home and news soon got out. So I couldn’t go far without being recognized and someone inviting me in. There was a lot of gossip too as I was seen receiving groups of hulky rugby players most evenings and nights!


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  • A Gift?

    He was there every Thursday evening. I was going around to meetings like this one – a regular support group meeting on depression in men held at a local church hall – for the whole semester as part of my practicum assignment. When he had first arrested my attention, he was sitting four pews in front of me and across the aisle. I saw him in three-quarters profile, as he was concentrating hard on the speaker of the day. I remember thinking how handsome he was. Handsome and sad looking. He could have been anything between forty and fifty, I suppose. The pepper-gray, neatly trimmed hair on his head and in his beard and mustache leaned me toward fifty, but his sharp features and the fact that he seemed to have been depressed for some time indicated that he might be considerably younger and just was slowly giving up on life. Not that he had given up on himself. He looked in good trim and always wore well-pressed sports shirts and khaki pants.

    I don’t know what made my attention always return to him on those evenings. Maybe it was that he was always paying such close attention but never asked a question or made a comment of his own. Or maybe it was that little gold earring he wore in his left ear, catching the light off the chandeliers high overhead whenever he turned his head, catching my attention at the periphery of my vision. He seemed apart from the others around us, and that earring helped define that apartness. He just didn’t fit in with what seemed to be a conservative crowd.

    It was weeks before I got a glint into why he was there. For once I’d gotten to the meeting early – before he had – and I saw him enter the room. He was leaning heavily on a cane as he entered, his left leg appearing to be almost useless. And then I saw that his right arm hung limply at his side as well, as he shuffled to his seat. I turned and asked the man next to me if he knew the gentlemen who had just made this painful entry and long struggle to his usual seat.

    ‘That’s Tim,’ he said. ‘Tim Malloy. Guess you noticed that he has a limp and a problem with that arm of his.’

    ‘Yes, How, if I may ask . . .’

    ‘Automobile accident. Killed the man he was living with and left him in this condition. Guess that’s why he comes here. Guess the combined loss is what sent him into depression.’

    It took me three more weeks to build up the courage, but I finally hung around after a Thursday meeting, waiting for the room to clear. Tim, of course, was waiting as well, not wanting to get between anyone else and the exit and thus impede their effort to get on with their lives with some speed.

    ‘Excuse me,’ I said as I encountered him struggling out of the pew. ‘You are Tim Malloy, aren’t you?’

    ‘Yes, yes, I am,’ he responded in a rich, low baritone voice. ‘And you’re that college kid who’s been monitoring our class, aren’t you?’

    ‘That’s right. I’m Dennis. I just wondered if you are free and could catch a cup of coffee with me this evening.’

    Tim looked a little surprised at the invitation, but he responded with a little, wry smile. ‘Yes, I guess I could do that. I have nothing but time on my hands now.’

    Tim didn’t even ask where we were going, and didn’t even notice that I had worked my way back to near the university grounds, in a residential area, until I was parking.

    ‘There’s a coffee shop around here?’ he asked, as I turned off the engine. ‘I hope it’s not far. I can’t move too . . .’

    ‘I thought we might as well just come back to my place,’ I said. ‘I make a good pot of coffee – certainly cheaper. And, no, it’s on the ground floor. Just over there. I’m sure we can manage, if you’ll let me help you.’

    Tim seemed a little self-conscious about my supporting him to my front door, all tense and apologetic. But I did my best to help him feel he was doing most of the work in moving himself.

    As we sat at the table, leaning over cups of hot coffee and a plate of cookies, I managed to get him to open up to me. I didn’t say anything about being curious because I needed to collect case stories, but I’m sure that’s what he thought I was doing – collecting case studies and giving back pat advice from the textbooks I was reading. In this, I couldn’t help but thinking that he was being incredible patient and tolerant with me. He either was a very nice man or he was so clinically depressed that he had no pride left.

    I could see his eyes moisten up as he, eventually, told me about his accident and the lover of his who had been killed in the car wreck. Getting to this point, however, admitting to me that he was gay and that his lover had been a man, seemed to be his greatest hurdle in our conversation. Once he saw that I didn’t react negatively to that information, his story just gushed out of him. All of the loneliness had been bottling him up, and I could see the tension melt away from him in having someone to tell of his tragedy.

    ‘And how long ago was this accident?’ I asked

    ‘Two years. Two years, two months, and three days ago.’ It flowed out in such sadness and despair. His hazel eyes turned to me and the sadness just brimmed over in them.

    ‘And you’ve had no lover since then?’

    ‘Of course not,’ Tim said, with a snort. ‘Look at this leg. Look at this arm. Useless. I’m useless. Who would have me now?’

    I looked deeply into his eyes, drinking in all of the despair I saw there. Then I stood up from the table and came around to his side, leaned down, and took his lips with mine, kissing him deeply and searchingly. He was in shock and immobile at first, but then his lips quivered and were devouring my mouth. A moan came up from deep within his chest. Eventually, however, he seemed to wake up and pulled abruptly away from me.

    ‘Oh God, I’m sorry,’ he stammered. ‘I shouldn’t have . . . you shouldn’t have . . .’

    I shushed him then, gently pulled him up from his chair and nearly carried him the short distance from the table to my bed. I sat him down on the end of the bed, and shushing his weak exclamations, knelt between his legs, unbuttoned his shirt and buried my face in his chest. His pecs were covered in a short, curly dusting of black- and gray-peppered hair which trailed down the front of him to his beltline. I slowly tongued through the hair and around his nipples as he sighed and whispered how I should stop and that I didn’t have to do this.

    I took a nipple in my teeth and worked it. In response, Tim gave a great shudder and wrapped his good arm around the back of my head, holding my mouth tightly to his breast. He was softly moaning and groaning, as my hands began to get busy at his belt buckle and at stripping his pants and shoes off, all the time attacking his nipples with my tongue and teeth.

    His cock was already half hard and was gigantic. I could fully understand being depressed if he hadn’t been putting that to good use for the past two years.

    After giving his cock and balls a little preliminary attention, I placed my hands on his thighs, to move his legs farther apart, preparing for the descent from his nipples of my searching mouth, when I felt him give a little cry.

    ‘Please, my leg,’ he whispered. ‘Please cover. Don’t want you to see . . .’

    I pulled away from his chest and rose on my knees and took his mouth in mine, not wanting him to have to finish that sentence. When he was calmer, I went back on my haunches, and, holding his eyes trapped in mine, I lifted his crippled leg lovingly in my hands. I slowly slid his sock off and kissed and sucked on his toes. Then I slowly worked my tongue up his leg, kissing and licking each wound crease and knot. His eyes were held by mine, mesmerize, brimming over with tears, as I kissed and tongued my way up along his tender, inner thigh and devoured his cock with my mouth – mouth sucking on bulbous cock cap; tongue tracing throbbing veins; lips caressing up and down the sides of his huge dick; soft mouth taking him in, slowly to his full length and width; holding it there, deep-throated for an eternity, while it pulsated in the warm, wet, tightly clinging sheath; filling out to capacity; and, finally, spasming out two years worth of pent up cum.

    Tim had flopped onto his back and was groaning in ecstasy and release. I swallowed his cum, cleaned off his cock with my tongue and came up on the bed beside him. I suspended my head above his and gently played his nipples with my fingers as I once more stared intensely into his eyes. They looked different now. Not nearly so bleak and despaired.

    ‘Thank you, thank you, thank you,’ he was whispering to me. I placed a finger on his lips to put a stop to this and then leaned my head down and gave him a brief tender kiss. Then I raised my head again, and once again took his eyes with mine; he lay there, drinking me in with waves of love, as my fingers returned to playing with his nipples and in his chest hair.

    I could tell he was building up to saying something he’d had to think hard about – and it took him several minutes to get to the point of being able to speak again.

    ‘Would you like to fuck me?’ he finally asked hesitatingly in that low, melodious baritone of his. ‘I know I’m no longer attractive, but it’s all I can give to you for what you gave to me.’

    I pondered the magnificence of what he was offering me for a moment.

    ‘Is that what your Tony did? Did he fuck you?’

    ‘No,’ Tim answered. ‘I was always the top with Tony. But I know I can’t go back there. All of my Tonys are in the past.’

    I stood up from the bed, below him, then and slowly stripped off my clothes. I could see the intake of breath when Tim saw how I was equipped. I was big and thick, but not nearly as big as he was. But I could see the fear and apprehension, mixed with resignation and, yes, just a slight sense of interest and anticipation in his eyes as I moved over to my nightstand, removed a tube of lubricant, and came back to stand before him.

    ‘You’ll have to spread this leg, I’m afraid,’ he murmured apologetically. ‘It really has a mind of his own, and I need to be open much wider if I’m going to take that in.’

    I was stroking my cock with the lubricant to bring me to a higher arousal, but also, which he hadn’t noticed, I was pushing large gobs of the lube back to my asshole, preparing for my plan.

    ‘Don’t need your legs wide for this,’ I answered. ‘In fact, need them more together.’

    With that, I came back down to the bed beside him and started sliding lube up and down on his gargantuan tool, which was already returning to full staff from the earlier attention I’d given it.

    ‘What? What are do doing?’ Tim stammered. ‘No, no, you’ve been wonderful. I can’t let . . .’

    I moved on top of him, straddling his hips between my knees and once more brought my mouth to his to stop his spewing of depressed self-pity. I positioned my asshole over his yardstick and slowly descended, bringing him into me. Up, up, skin sliding on skin, mushroom cap making love to undulating ass canal walls.

    Tim arched his chest up and his head back and screamed ‘Oh, God! Oh, God! Y-e-s-s-s’ As his chest came up, my lips reattached to his nipples, in turn, and gave deep suck. He writhed in ecstasy under me as I pumped him and, alternatively, held him in me deep and rotated my pelvis around, making love to all sides of the huge tool of his. He had the fist of his good hand wrapped around my penis like it was a joystick in a racing car, and we shoot off nearly simultaneously.

    I collapsed on top of him, and we both lay there, glistening and heaving chest against glistening and heaving chant, neither able to speak for several moments. Panting. Sighing. Both lost in fulfilled arousal.

    ‘Thank you, thank you,’ Tim was whispering. A broken record of self-pity once more under the needle.

    ‘No, it is I who thank you,’ I said firmly through lips plastered to the crook of his neck.

    ‘I don’t understand. You have given me such a great gift. And I don’t deserve. . .’

    ‘No!’ I exclaimed more loudly. ‘The gift was to me from you. Even before I saw that huge dick of yours, which is enough gift in itself, I wanted you. I wanted you in me. From the first day I saw you sitting there in the pew in front of me, I have wanted you to fuck me.’

    Tim started to cry, and I kissed away his tears. ‘You aren’t my class project,’ I continued. ‘You are a gorgeous hunk. Your dick isn’t crippled, is it? Obviously not.’ And then we both laughed, releasing the pent-up tension.

    And when we were spent from laughing, ‘And speaking of gifts,’ I said. ‘Could you gift me with another fuck right now?’

    ‘Could we wait just a few more minutes,’ Tim asked in that deep, rich baritone of his. ‘It’s been so long, I need more time to reload.’

    ‘Oh, all right,’ I answered in mock derision, ‘But only if you’ll keep your dance card open for me next Thursday night.’

    ‘I’m not sure I’ll need to be going to those meetings very many more Thursday nights, but I’m sure I can arrange to be free next Thursday.’

    I felt his cock coming back to life within me, so I lowered my chest to his chest and my lips to his lips again then and went up ever so slightly on my haunches, so that my ass was held a few inches above his pelvis. Then, for a good twenty minutes Tim showed me that there was nothing wrong with his hip and glut muscles as he pumped that huge cock of his up into me in long and short, electrifying, cum-filled strokes.


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  • Parked

    Don was in his mid forties, and should have known better. He grimaced as he quickly flung open his apartment door, to head out to the parking garage. He followed the new tenant, the twenty something yuppie from across the hall. He acted like he was just going out, attempting to make like it was just chance that so too was Jay. Don had gotten his name from the super, when he had asked for his parking space in the complex underground parking.

    He had to be nuts, he thought as he followed Jay admiring the young man’s firm buttocks, the way they so neatly filled the jeans. They swayed a little as he strode towards the elevator, where he knew Jay would go down to the parking level, just as he now was doing.

    As the doors closed, they smiled at each other. It was the neighbourly thing to do, and he rather enjoyed those little moments, when he knew the smile was for him. Course he would have preferred it to be because of more than just sharing the ride down to the parking level. He had this fantasy, that it would one day be a smile, because of how good they had enjoyed each other in bed. It was just one of the many thoughts, that had somehow made him become rather unstable.

    Least in his mind. After all who would go out and buy a damn car, just so he could have an excuse to ride the elevator with some stranger? No sane person would do that, even if the car had been a bargain. Hell, at moments, when he thought about it, he worried that he was becoming some lunatic stalker. The way he would stand by his apartment door, peeping out the little security peephole, waiting for Jay to open and head out.

    You had to admit, that was definitely being obsessive, if not downright scary. Yet, he kept telling himself, it was all in the interest of romance, of ending his rather lonely little existence. Though if he was honest, he’d admit it was far from lonely, or boring even.

    He wasn’t exactly ugly either. Don was just under six foot and had a well defined body that wasn’t yet showing his age. His weight was under 170 and while he didn’t work out or anything, he did do a lot of walking. Well okay, not lately, but until now he had. He would walk to work, to the grocery store or where ever he had to go. Buses were always available for when he was tired or had a lot of parcels, but that all changed when Jay moved in across the hall from him.

    Maybe it was that he was tired of one nighter’s, or maybe he just had lost it? Don wasn’t too sure if it wasn’t more of the latter than anything. After all, he had been with many who were better looking than Jay. Yet there was something about him, that from the first moment he had lain eyes on him, that had him acting like a love sick teenager.

    Jay was about his height, though a lot skinnier. He wasn’t a male version of Miss Twiggy but if he didn’t eat for a day or two, he might be. He had nice rich looking hair, that hung just above his shirt collar. It had a bit of a wave to it, at the ends. It was always washed, or so it seemed, and his face was like a sculpted marvel of beauty, captured at its peak.

    There were no lines, no bags under the eyes. From what he had observed, Jay seemed to be a loner, and rarely came home late. Even on the weekends, he seemed like he was in his apartment long before the bars would close. One more sign of his obsession for the guy, he was a regular at the bars on the weekends. Most nights he would help close the place, but now he was home before midnight, just so he could look out his peephole for a minute’s worth of gazing.

    It was stupid, crazy even he thought, as he watched the numbers above slowly make their way down, towards the main floor, then to the parking level. He sighed, knowing that the longest part of his time with Jay would soon end. He hated that part, but it was a highlight of his time too. Don found that he would take little signs, and build a whole story up in his mind, about how they would suddenly talk, suddenly realize they were meant for each other, or some other fantasy.

    His work had suffered a bit at the beginning too. Don was so enamoured by Jay, he opted to wait for him to get up and leave for work, though at the time he didn’t realize Jay didn’t go out to work. It took him nearly two weeks, of being late, to finally find out that Jay was one of those computer geeks, who worked from home. Just his luck, which is also why he had purchased a car. It was the only way for him to share something with Jay.

    As the elevator arrived at the lower level, he watched how Jay would suddenly lean forward. The way his chin would seem to jut out, and how his dark green eyes would suddenly sparkle. It was fun to watch, and he found himself dreaming often of those eyes, of them sparkling as they would look into his own. He was a dreamer. He also was good at observing. Don noticed the little details, like how Jay would place his hands against the wall of the elevator, spread his fingers out and then push off the tips of his fingers, to stand upright.

    He noticed how when he would get in, unless someone else was in the elevator, or got in, how Jay would lean, his legs out a bit, his hips forward, showing off his crotch more than anything. It was fun to see, though a bit awkward for Don. While it was enjoyable to see that nice firm package, it also gave him an erection. He couldn’t help it, the notion of one day unwrapping that package was something he couldn’t shake from his thoughts. It was, after all, why he was in the elevator.

    Don walked slowly behind Jay, watching his hips sway, enjoying the view of his buttocks as they made the way to their respective parking spots. It had cost him to get the one next to Jay, but he thought was well worth the cash he had given to the super. He couldn’t help but enjoy the view, knowing that this was definitely an unhealthy obsession. He could feel the lump in his pants, knowing that once more he’d get into the car, and then wait till Jay pulled out, so he could relieve his tension.

    It was becoming harder and harder to just get in and drive off, for some unnecessary errand to the local grocery store. Hell, he was even thinking of following him briefly, but quickly discarded the idea. That would be a dead give away, and worse, could lead to some confrontation. It was the last thing he wanted, as he unlocked his car door. He had momentarily forgotten about Jay, but as he opened the door, he turned to take one last look at Jay.

    His eyes bulged, as he realized Jay was not climbing into his car, but was instead on the other side, leaning back against the passenger door, just a few feet from him. The young man was staring hard at him, those green eyes boring directly at him.

    He gulped, feeling guilty, and feeling trapped. It was like being a deer caught in the glare of headlights. He didn’t know what was happening, but the look in Jay’s face, told him he was busted. How, he wasn’t sure, but he could see it written all over the young man’s face.

    ‘You in a hurry?’

    Don shook his head, unsure what was going to happen. It was really the first time the young man had spoken to him. He had mumbled ‘hi’ once or twice, but mostly had just nodded at him, acknowledging his presence.

    ‘Didn’t think so, so what you do after I leave, drive around the block? Go to the corner store? What?’

    Sweat began to form on his forehead, as he just stood there feeling trapped. He looked around, wondering if he could make it to the complex entrance, before being caught by the younger man. He didn’t know why, but he knew he was caught out. Going over all he had done, he couldn’t find how.

    ‘I uh.. I don’t know what you mean. I am going to the store for some groceries, I didn’t know that was, uh, was a crime.’

    Jay smiled and laughed a little as he just leaned there. He ran his hand down his stomach, as he stared at Don. The eyes continued to gaze at him, as the lips curled into a small grin. He wasn’t buying the words, Don could see, but what else was he to do? He couldn’t admit he was going nowhere, couldn’t admit that he had been stalking the younger man.

    ‘Too bad’

    ‘Huh?’

    ‘Too bad, not hard to grasp, is it?’

    ‘You saying you hoped I was uh, was following you?’

    ‘Depends, were you?’

    Don swallowed hard, not sure what to say. He stared at Jay, seeing the eyes looking at him, just looking. Yet as he stared back, he thought he could see something in those sparkling eyes. It was almost like longing, like desire. It couldn’t be, but then again, it wasn’t like Jay was confronting him. Hell, he was leaning against his car, just like he leaned in the elevator.

    It was like he wanted to show off his crotch. Don couldn’t help but lower his eyes, to see. The crotch was pushed out, the legs spread apart to add to the vision of that firm package. He licked his lips as he looked back up at Jay.

    He saw the eyes grinning at him, a small curl around the young man’s lips as he had clearly seen him stare at his crotch. Don could feel the sweat dripping from his forehead, as he wiped his brow, staring back at Jay, uncertain what to say, or admit to.

    ‘And if I was?’

    ‘If?’

    ‘Okay, yes, I was. Satisfied?’

    Jay pulled himself upright. He no longer slouched against the car, but he had his hand down at his thigh, yet he continued to stare at Don. He made no move forward, no threatening stare either, but just looked, as if thinking. His eyes moved up and down, taking in all of Don’s shaking body, and then he smiled.

    ‘Why? You think I am queer or something? Got a thing for guys do you?’

    Don could feel his body trembling. This wasn’t going the way he had hoped. Yet the words weren’t said in a mean way, just a sort of off hand manner. The voice had not risen or gotten harsh sounding. It was all strange, as he just stared, not sure what to say.

    ‘Well? You into guys or what?’

    Don merely nodded, not sure what was going to happen next. Would Jay suddenly turn on him, give him a thrashing? He knew he was not match for the younger man, though if push came to shove, he would give a good accounting of himself. He might be a few decades older, but he was in shape.

    Jay appeared to look at him closer. His eyes seemed to be boring beyond his own eyes, digging deep into his soul. His heart was racing as Jay quietly looked him over. The smile on his lips faded, as he just stared. Don could feel his heart pounding, but the silence was deafening to him, as he waited for the first lunge, the first strike. He was certain of that, but then suddenly Jay relaxed.

    His body leaned back against the car, as it had before. The legs were spread apart, and once more Don could see the crotch being pushed out. He couldn’t help but notice that it was a bit firmer than before, almost as if what it held was more aroused, more excited.

    ‘Like what you see?’

    Don only nodded, as he stared back into Jay’s face. He watched as Jay moved his hand across from his thigh, and rubbed his own crotch. He could see the outline of a long object, as it was pushed across. His fear still held him in check, but he couldn’t help but lick his lips, wondering just how big it was, wondering too what would happen if he dared, but he knew he wouldn’t. He was caught, and knew it.

    ‘Nothing to say? Cat got your tongue?’

    ‘What do you want me to say? That I like cock? That you have a nice package? What?’

    Jay laughed, as he listened to the anger in Don’s voice.

    ‘You really think it’s nice, do you?’

    ‘Yes’

    The sound startled him. His eyes bulged open as he saw the pants being opened. The sound was that of the top button being undone. Then he watched, amazed as the zipper was slowly slipped down. His eyes grew even wider as he saw the hand reach across, and spread open the jeans.

    His mouth was dry as he felt his heart aching inside his chest. It was thundering, like it would jump out as he saw the pale blue shorts, then watched in amazement as the hand reached inside, and pulled out the long thick pole. He stared at it, feeling totally confused. The cock was not fully erect, and already it looked massive. He could see the pale skin, the darker veins that encircled the whole shaft.

    ‘I ain’t got all day.’

    ‘Huh? I uh.. well, uh, what?’

    ‘What? Shit, you been following me all this time, I thought you wanted this? If not, fine, I’ll put it back…’

    ‘NO, no, I just.. I mean.. this for real? I can.. I uh..’

    ‘Yeah, it’s real, besides, I am curious, never had a guy suck my dick.’

    Wiping his hands on his pants, Don stepped closer, his eyes moving from the semi erect cock to Jay’s face. He was afraid it was a set up. He glanced around, making sure no one else was around. Looking up into Jay’s face, he realized that it was safe, that it wasn’t a trap to lure him closer. He came closer, his eyes never leaving Jay’s face other than to look at the cock. It was a big one, and he wasn’t what he’d call the best cock sucker around.

    Still, he was living his fantasy. This is what he had wanted, to be able to touch, to taste that which he had only guessed at. It was bigger than he had thought, and it was uncut. He could see the head peeking out from under the foreskin.

    Don was standing right in front of Jay. He took one more look into his face, then slowly let himself drop down to his knees. He stared at the uncut cock, as Jay leaned back more into the car. Licking his lips, he reached out with his one hand, seeing it shake as he touched the young man’s thigh. He felt the body quiver as he touched him, then shake a little as he pushed the pants open even more.

    Glancing up, he saw Jay staring off into the parking area. He wasn’t even looking down, but he could see his body tense as he reached out, and took hold of the cock, by the root. He felt the body shudder, yet the head remained staring off, not looking down.

    Licking his lips, he slowly let his fingers wrap around the shaft. He felt the warmth, felt the blood as it flowed along under the flesh. His eyes now moved down, to stare at the head as it slowly poked out. He let his head move forward, his tongue flicked out, as he kissed the head, dead centre. He felt the reaction, felt the body rear back a little, then relax as he licked around the top of the head, watching as it slowly grow larger. It was coming out, the foreskin growing taut as Jay began to get aroused.

    His own body was aching, and with his other hand, he adjusted his own fully erect cock. It was nothing compared to the beauty he held in his hand. He could feel the blood now, feel the veins thickening as blood began to flow faster to them. He leaned forward, his breath blowing across the hardening cock. Don breathed in deeply, smelling that man scent that made him swoon a little. His own heart pounded as he took one more look upwards.

    Jay was still staring off in the distance, but his one hand was now under his shirt, rubbing his belly. Don could see the golden flesh as he turned back towards the cock that he held. It had thickened and gotten even warmer, as he leaned inwards more. His tongue flicked out, tasting that head juice, which made him gag just a bit, until he ignored it.

    He ran his tongue across the head and around it. He tasted the hot flesh, and the small drop of precum that came from the pee slit. He let it roll around in his mouth before swallowing it, then once more concentrated on licking the cock. He let his tongue lick down under the head, along the taut flesh and the bulging vein.

    Don licked as far down as he could, and he heard the soft moan coming from above. He felt a hand suddenly reach down, and twist at his hair, then push his head down, pushing his face hard into the soft belly. He breathed in that scent, holding it deep in his lungs and memory. He sighed, as he licked at the pubic hairs, at the side of the hard cock that was wedged next to his cheek.

    He pulled back, his hand now gripping the pole hard. His fingers stroked it hard and pushed the taut flesh back over the throbbing head. He then held it tightly as he opened his mouth, and slowly wrapped his lips around the head. He heard the groan, felt the body shiver, as he moved his head forward, gradually taking the cock into his mouth.

    His hands let go of the cock to grab hold of the young man’s hips. His fingers dug into the soft flesh and held tight, as he moved his head down the long throbbing cock. His mind was reeling, the pain in his own groin intense, as he sucked on the cock, while moving down towards the groin. His body shook as he felt the pleasure inside of his own body. His eyes were shut tight, as he moved up and down the throbbing pole. It was more than he had ever dreamed of, as he continued to suck on the cock.

    The hands on his head became stronger. The tips digging into his scalp as they guided his head, urging him on. He felt his own body shaking, as he listened to the groans become louder, closer together. His own moans were muted by the thick pole going in and out of his mouth at increasing speed. His teeth grated across the skin, making the cock shake, making the young man quiver.

    He felt the muscles in Jay’s thighs tighten. Felt the body stiffen, as he sucked hard on the throbbing cock. He took it all, deep into his throat. It made him gag each time the head would strike at the back of his throat, but he didn’t care. He was sucking Jay’s cock.

    The head was jerking, he felt it bang the side of his throat, then the other, then he felt it rear back. From above his head, he heard a gurgling cry, and he knew that Jay was about to cum. He struggled to relax his throat, to let it take it all. His fingers held the young man’s body in its grasp, as the first stream of Jay’s youthful milk came flooding out.

    The cry of pleasure echoed in his ears as his throat felt the splash of hot cum against its sides. He swallowed, even before the first load had been totally released. His body shook, as he took that thick stream of milk, felt it come back up as he tried to swallow again, and again. Desperate, he let his fingers dig deeper, as he tried to hold the bucking young man’s body from falling on top of him.

    The loud cries suddenly ended, and were replaced by soft moaning whimpers as the body bucked a few times. He held on, as the last of Jay’s cum dribbled out and into his mouth. He licked at the head, feeling it tremble as he swallowed the last of the cum. His lips were caked by it, and he leaned back, his hands still holding tightly to Jay’s thighs. He stared at the softening cock, amazed at how much cum it had spewed down his throat. He could still taste it, as he leaned on his haunches.

    The hands on his head slowly let go, and finally Don looked up, to see the young man’s face. This time he was looking down, a strange glow across his face. The eyes were sparkling as if they would explode. He watched as Jay licked his lips, then slowly pulled himself upright.

    He still knelt there, as he watched Jay stuff his cock back into his shorts. The hands trembled a bit, as they zipped up and buttoned up. It was all over as he slowly let himself stand up, to once more stare at Jay. He saw nothing to show whether he had enjoyed it or not. Jay’s face looked void of any emotion, as Don took a step back.

    Don watched at Jay moved away, to go around to the driver’s side of his car. He looked on as the man opened the door, and began to climb inside. Just before he disappeared inside, he stared over at Don, and spoke in a soft tone.

    ‘Don’t follow me anymore. I am not into guys.’

    Don nodded, feeling rather dejected as the young man disappeared into the car. He was about to turn and head back upstairs, when he saw the passenger side window roll down. He crouched down, looking in to see Jay leaning over and staring over at him.

    ‘I never been sucked off that good before, uh… see you around, okay?’

    With a smile that threatened to crack his face, Don nodded and watched as Jay backed out and left. He waved at the disappearing car, and heard an answering honk. He wondered when he would get another taste of Jay’s cock, and also how much he could get for his car, seeing as how he no longer needed it.


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  • I Lost My Cherry in a Bathhouse

    I lay on the small bed. Still covered in sweat, lube and cum remembering what just happened. How I lost my virginity to an unknown man at a bathhouse.

    My name is Steve, I am a 23 yo man from Houston, Texas. I am 5’10’ lean with buzzed hair. The rest of my hair below the neck has been waxed or shaved away. I guess I always thought I was gay that’s why I never had any girlfriends. I had myself in an elaborate state of denial for many years as I knew my parents would never approve. But today was different, today I had to know. I had heard about this place downtown called a bathhouse where guys meet up for anonymous sex so I thought I would give it a try. I parked my car a few blocks away and walked. I nervously walked in and approached the counter. The man asked me if I wanted a room or a locker. Since I had some extra cash I said a room. I happily paid him got a towel and entered. The man told me where everything was and how to get around.

    I slowly walked to my room, looking at all the men wearing only towels walk past. I reached my tiny room and proceeded to strip naked. My cock was already starting to harden just thinking of what was to come. I wrapped my towel around me and proceeded to the hot tub downstairs.

    As I approached an older man, about 35-40 greeted me, as it was very late on a monday night I found out, business was slow. he was muscular, well defined smooth and hunky. His brown eyes looked deep into my soul. I put my towel and room key on the rack and slipped into the warm water.

    ‘How are you doing tonight?’ he said

    ‘Not bad, you?’

    ‘Can’t complain, just relaxing.’

    ‘you come here often?’ he asked

    ‘This is my first time here, you?’

    ‘I come here off and on.’

    He moved slightly, sliding in my direction. I slid closer to him as he put his arm on edge of the tub behind me.

    I looked up at him and before I knew what was happening his tongue was in my mouth, I moaned in pleasure as his hand slid down my back. His right hand started to slip up my right thigh. I gasped

    ‘have you ever had another man touch you that way before?’

    ‘no’ I responded

    ‘that’s ok, I will teach you everything you need to know.’ he smiled.

    His hand slid up further as he began to suck my nipples, I moaned in ecstasy as he began to play gently with my cock.

    ‘feels good doesn’t it?’

    ‘Yes’ I moaned.

    He guided my hand up his leg to his semi-hard dick, it felt so good in my hand. The sensation was too much I came instantly into the water.

    I blushed. ‘I am so sorry’

    ‘Don’t be man, it happens all the time, you must have been really horny.’

    ‘Yea, I still am’

    ‘good, do you have a room?’

    ‘yea, let’s go’

    We walked up the stairs to my room towels over our shoulders, we slowly entered the dark room, as I switched on the light he shut the door. We kissed again, more passionately this time as he grabbed my ass and moved me to the bed. When he pulled away I found myself staring at what must have been 7 inches of cut hard cock.

    ‘Lick it’ he said

    I gently licked the head as he let out a gentle moan, I slowly began to suck his hard member. The taste was unforgettable so salty sweet with precum. He put his hands on the back of my head and began to fuck my face. I loved the feeling of another man’s cock in my mouth, I knew then that this is what I wanted and I needed more. I pulled away and looked deep into his eyes.

    ‘Do you want to give me your cherry man?’ he asked.

    I nodded, licking the precum from my lips.

    ‘lay back and put your legs up.’

    As I leaned back he pushed my legs to his shoulders as he reached for the lube. he slowly caressed my virgin hole with a lubed up finger and slid it in, I moaned gently as he fingered my hole.

    ‘You like that don’t you?’

    ‘oh yea man, i love it.’ My now hard cock leaking precum down my shaft. I heard him put the condom on his tool and felt him press it against my hole.

    ‘This is gonna hurt a little’ he said as he slid into me.

    The pain was fleeting and the pleasure was instant as he slowly pushed his cock all the way in and started to thrust. The both of us moaned and panted in animal fury, our sweat pouring out of our skin. I jacked my cock hard as his tool filled me with his lust. I came hard like an erupting volcano spewing my hot load all over my chest and abs.

    ‘I’m cumming’ he shouted as he pulled his cock from my ass, ripped off his condom and blew his massive thick load on my chest, face and in my hair.

    We both lay there for a while, loving the afterglow of a nice hard fuck, he leans over and kisses me one last time before leaving. I’ll leave my number downstairs for you, if you want we can do this again. I smiled as he left leaving my door slightly ajar. I grabbed my key and towel and walked to the showers, getting some interesting looks from other people as they stared at my cum covered body. As the warm water ran down my back and scalp I thought about what happened moments ago, I loved every minute of it and could not wait for it to happen again. I was a full blown queer boy and I was loving every minute of it.


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  • $500 Blow Job

    Unlocking his apartment door, he felt exhausted. It had been a typical Monday at work, and worse afterwards. Glancing at his watch, he realized he was running late. ‘Figures’ he thought as he took his tie off and tossed it onto the chair, undoing the top of his once starched white shirt. Ron dropped into the chesterfield, feeling totally spent, irritated as well.

    He tossed the mail onto the coffee table, and thought about having a stiff drink before making his way to the kitchen. He needed one, not just from having another crap day at work, but the little fender bender on the way home had only been the icing on the cake. Pissed him off too, not because his pride and joy had a nice $500 ding on the rear quarter panel, but because he knew he had been a sap.

    No way would the other driver show up, or pay him. Ron grimaced, realizing he had let his dick rule his head one more time. It was a piss off, but hell, he was a sucker for a cute guy, specially when they were twinks.  Mind this situation took the cake, because he should have reported the accident. Instead he had fell for the tears, the sobs of an 18 year old that looked like he had stepped out of a Bel Ami video. He was so friggin cute, that it made him act like a kid himself. He was 27 for Christ’s sake, should know better, but did he?

    Ron got up and went to the side table, where he kept his drinks. It wasn’t like he was a drunk but now and then he enjoyed sipping on some good stuff, instead of beer. Quickly he poured himself a nice shot of Rye Whiskey and went back to the chesterfield, to contemplate his stupidity. No way would he ever see any money for the damage, let alone the ‘bonus’ that the kid had suggested to him.

    Sipping on his drink, he felt the liquid warm his throat, and his stomach. He felt it gurgle as he hadn’t eaten anything since breakfast, and his stomach was empty. It was already past 8pm and he really didn’t feel like cooking. Instead he was thinking that maybe Aaron would show up at 10, as promised, but he doubted it.

    He still wasn’t sure how he had been conned into not reporting the fender bender. It had been on a side street, as the freeway was too crowded, and taking side streets had saved him time, well, until today. Somehow Aaron had clipped his rear, pulling out from a parking spot on one of those lonely side streets. The sound, the sudden lurch and swerve of his car had scared the living crap out of him. The noise alone had made his ears ring, and before he even realized it, he was out of the car fuming.

    Ron had never felt such rage before. It scared him as he stormed around his car towards the other side, where his precious car had been wounded. He had saved to buy the car, his first. Unlike punks whose parents gave them everything, he had to work hard for his money, his toys. Nothing really came easy for him, and this was his first car. He could count the number of times he had stayed late, put up with old man Winter’s bitching just so he could save a few extra dollars to buy this vintage car.

    Now it was hit by some punk who slowly got out of his own car, a brand new one too boot. That got his blood pressure boiling, as he saw the mop of blond hair rising up out of the driver’s side. His first thought was that here was another of those spoiled brats, driving a car he couldn’t afford, but that his parents had got for their precious little brat. Too bad they didn’t give the moron driving lessons.

    Taking another swallow he realized that it was when he saw the young man’s face, his anger had suddenly eased. There was something about those pale blue eyes, filled with fear, that made him stop yelling and cursing. He had watched as the tall man got out, noticed how he was not thin like most, but had some meat on him. The face was set in a worried frown, and yet in some strange way the kid was attractive. He felt an instant reaction in his pants, that he tried to ignore as the lanky blonde slowly made his way to where his car was wedged into Ron’s.

    He was apologizing, constantly saying he was sorry, and you could hear the fear in his voice. It had somehow calmed Ron down, as they stared at the damage. Then the kid, who looked like he had just gotten his license, began to swear, talking about his father would kill him. He was talking to hide his nervousness, as he said he was sorry, and how he had borrowed his dad’s new car, to run errands. He kept saying how sorry he was, shaking even as he stood there staring at the damage.

    Ron felt sorry for him, or did he? Sitting now in his apartment, the quote from the body shop in his shirt pocket, he wasn’t so sure if it was that he felt sorry for the kid, or if he had been swayed by the tight basket that was one of the most gorgeous he had ever laid eyes on. Maybe it was the blue eyes, that were glazed with tears welling up, or the long blonde hair that came down to the young man’s neck. It could have been his chiselled chest that stretched his t-shirt or the tight fitting jeans that showed off his muscular legs. Whatever it was, he had suddenly acted like some lovesick teenager.

    He had pulled his damaged car off to the side, and it was while exchanging driver license information, insurance details, that things suddenly changed. Instead of calling his insurance agent, and the cops, he held back. He found out that his maniac car impaler was only 18 years old, that his name was Aaron, and that he was just heading off to college. He also found out his father was one of those strict types, who was some big shot contractor.

    The kid had been so nervous, and frightened of what his father would do, that he felt sorry for him. He listened as Aaron told him about his working to buy his books for college, at how his father made him work around the house. How he had taken the new car, despite being told not to, and how his dad would skin him alive. It was quite a story, when Aaron had looked at him, those eyes swimming in tears, asking if they had to report it?

    He rushed on, saying he’d pay for the damage, that he had saved up extra cash from working all summer. His voice had a pleading lilt to it, that made Ron ache. He actually fell for it, he thought, sitting there knowing that to fix his car was going to cost him close to $500. The damage to Aaron’s father’s car was minimal, as it seemed to have barely a scratch on it. His luck, he thought, given how cheaply the new crap was built, but it was how it had hit, that had given him the worst of the encounter. Now he was supposed to fork out $500, and trust that some off to college twink would pay him back.

    Ron figured he was losing his mind. No way should he have agreed to not calling the cops, or reporting the accident to his insurance. Okay, yeah he had a $300. deductible, and yes it would more than likely cause his rates to go up, but shit, $500 was not an easy amount for him to come up with on short notice.

    To be honest, he hadn’t expected the repair to cost as much as the estimate. He was still in sticker shock, as he downed the last of his drink, contemplating another when the front door buzzer sounded. It startled him as he looked at his watch, realizing it was close to 10pm already. Maybe it was the kid, but he doubted it. No way would he show up as he lifted up his phone, to see who it was.

    Surprise was all over his face as he heard that voice, recognizing it and he quickly buzzed the man in. He actually had shown up, which was amazing. Glancing around he thought about putting his jacket away and tidying up but screw it, not like Aaron would actually be there to pay him, or give him his bonus. In his heart he knew that would never happen, though the idea of having him naked, of his mouth filled by his own dick, was appealing, it just wouldn’t happen.

    The knock on the door woke him up out of his little daydream. He opened it to stare at the handsome young man. The hair was combed but if anything looked more inviting than when he had first seen it. The eyes seemed to sparkle at him and the face actually look more relaxed. He let the young man in, catching a whiff of his cologne, that seemed to make his body tense up. It wasn’t overpowering, but held his attention.

    They moved into the small living room area, and Aaron sat down in the chair, looking a bit tense as he leaned back. His legs were spread open, in typical male pose. Ron couldn’t help but look, and he knew that Aaron had noticed. He couldn’t help himself, the long legs were inviting as was the firm looking basket.

    ‘You didn’t expect me to show up, did you?’

    Ron noticed how Aaron was looking at him. His eyes seemed to wander just as Ron’s did. They kept contact with his face, but now and then would flicker and glance down, at Ron’s bulging crotch. He noticed too, that Aaron’s own basket seemed to be getting a bit bigger as well.

    ‘No, I didn’t.’

    ‘Told you I would, uh, you get an estimate?’

    Ron nodded and reached into his shirt pocket, handing it over to the young man. There was a strange exhilaration as he passed the folded paper over. It was sort of like electricity was in the air, as he watched the young man open the estimate. He heard him whistler, seeing the eyes open a bit wider as he read the final quote amount. He looked up and Ron could see he was taken aback by the figure. In some odd way, he felt sorry for him, even though he had caused the accident.

    ‘That’s a lot of money.’

    ‘Yeah, I know. I uh, I suppose I could look around for another body shop, but I doubt they’ll be much cheaper.’

    ‘I didn’t think it’d be that much, I uh, I only brought about $400 with me.’

    Ron was surprised. His face must of shown it, as Aaron quickly began to talk, saying he could get the rest, but it would have to be tomorrow. His bank only let him withdraw up to $400 a day, and he had the money.

    ‘Well I already gave them the go ahead. I pick the car up Friday, so I can wait a bit for the rest. Uh, how’d you save so much?’

    ‘Huh? Oh I worked and my Gran gave me some cash for my graduation.’

    ‘This for your books at college?’

    ‘Yeah, well for some.’

    ‘Your parents not helping out with that?’

    ‘Them? Nah, my dad figures that as he’s paying the tuition, the rest is up to me.’

    ‘How much are the books?’

    ‘The school says about $1200 all total.’

    ‘How much you manage to save for them?’

    ‘I managed just over $1300. to save, figured I’d need to have a head start for next semester, in case I couldn’t get a part time job right off.’

    ‘That’s for one semester? That seems awfully expensive, aren’t there second hand shops where you can get them cheaper?’

    ‘Uh, that is for second hand books. New is way out of my league.’

    It was how he said it, that made Ron sink back into the chesterfield, contemplating the young man. He felt like a heel, realizing that the money he was being given was the kid’s book fund. Somehow, it just didn’t feel right as he got up and poured himself another drink.

    Looking at him, he just couldn’t bring himself to taking the cash from him. Sure, it had taken him nearly a whole year to save up that kind of money, now it would go to his car repair but in all honesty, he couldn’t enjoy spending that money knowing he had maybe hurt a kid in learning. It was a strange feeling, because he never considered himself a sucker. Still, looking at Aaron he couldn’t help but feel sorry for him.

    Aaron stared back at him, then he leaned back and pulled out a wad of bills out of his pocket. He placed them on the table next to the couch.

    ‘There’s most of it. I’ll bring the rest tomorrow, if that’s okay.’

    He just nodded, finishing off his second drink. He couldn’t help the way he was feeling, tempted to just tell Aaron to forget it, but he didn’t as he just looked at the young man.

    ‘Honest, I will, and uh, I know I uh, well you know, the other. I’ll still do that, now, if you want.’

    ‘You sure about that?’

    ‘I said I would, I uh, I keep my word.’

    Ron noticed how he had his head lowered, looking up at him from under his eyelashes. It was odd, but while he had wanted it, he wasn’t sure. Still he was attracted to the young man, and hell, it was his car that had been damaged.

    Maybe it was the second drink on an empty stomach, but he couldn’t deny the urges inside as he walked over to where Aaron was sitting. He stood right in front of him, looking down at the slender man. Aaron lifted his head up and looked up at him. The eyes were open and Ron knew that he would do it.

    He placed his empty glass down on the table, next to the wad of bills. He hadn’t even bothered to count them, as he took a step closer to the young man. His eyes were a bit glazed over as he unbuckled his belt.

    ‘Okay’

    Aaron stared at him for what seemed an eternity. Then he lifted his hands up and shifted himself on the chair, coming forward. His eyes continued to look up at Ron, as the hands fumbled with Ron’s pants. The hands were trembling, as was Ron’s legs. It was strange, to be standing there, waiting for some stranger to undo his pants, and suck him off. Yet he felt like he couldn’t wait, as the young man’s fingers pulled at his pants, undoing the clasp then pushing the zipper down.

    Ron felt his body tremble with anticipation, as his pants were slowly pushed down his legs. The hair on his legs seemed to stand up as the young man’s hands brushed past them. Then he felt the hands reach up and take hold of the waist band of his shorts. He licked his lips, glancing down to see Aaron still looking up at him. The eyes were filled with water, as if the young man was about to cry, but he ignored it as the fingers tightened and began to push the shorts down.

    He felt the shorts release his cock. He heard the intake of breathe as Aaron stared for the first time at his erect penis. He let him push the shorts down, stepping out of them and his pants. He spread his legs wide apart, as he looked down. Aaron no longer was staring up at him, but was looking right at his hard cock.

    The touch of Aaron’s hand on his thigh, then the light touch of his fingers around the base of his cock made his body shake. He felt a strange jolt as he watched the young man wrap his fingers around the base of his cock. A small moan escaped his lips, as he watched the blond head begin to move inwards. He could feel his hot breath now, as it wafted across his cock head. His legs became taut with excitement, as Aaron glanced back up at him.

    He smiled, resting both of his hands on his hips. Ron felt his heart racing, his lungs began to ache as he waited for that first touch, that first feel of Aaron’s lips around his cock. His balls were aching, as he watched the head moving closer and closer, until finally, he felt it.

    He shook and his hands moved from his hips to rest on Aaron’s head. The head stopped and pulled back, but his hands moved with it. He didn’t try to force it, and once more it moved back closer, and again he felt Aaron’s breath on his cock head. He gritted his teeth, as the warm lips touched his skin. It made him quiver, as Aaron slowly let his thin lips surround the head, pushing the skin back under its grip.

    His hands spread out on the young man’s head. His fingers managed to twist some strands of hair, holding them tightly. Aaron’s lips slowly moved along the cock head, then pulled back. The head leaned back, despite his hold. He heard him swallow, knew he was looking up at him, but he didn’t look back. He waited, the tension building up in his body as once more Aaron moved his head forward. Once more his lips surrounded his cock head, and this time moved down more.

    As the lips slid down and off his cock head, to grab hold of his shaft, Aaron’s tongue darted out. He felt the raspy edge lick at his cock head, taste the small drop of precum that had formed. He felt himself shake as the hand around his base grew tighter. Then the lips were moving down his shaft, and he heard Aaron gagging a little, as he stuffed Ron’s cock into his mouth.

    The warmth, the flick of the tongue under his shaft made him grab harder onto the boy’s head. He felt it resist, but he only increased his grip, and then he felt the head moving up and down his cock. He moaned as he felt the tongue licking at him, and his hands were stretching and contracting, pulling at Aaron’s hair. He groaned as he felt the waves of pleasure running up and down his whole body. His muscles were all constricted and taut as the young man began to suck on his throbbing pole. Every now and then he heard a sort of gurgle, as the boy gagged now and then.

    Ron ignored it as he began to rock a little. He was slowly moving his own hips in time with the motion of Aaron’s head. He continued to moan, biting his lower lip now and then, as a particularly strong wave of pleasure would roll through his whole body.

    Every few strokes, Aaron would pull his head back, and would use his hand to stroke Ron’s cock. He had moved off the chair, and rested on his knees before Ron’s body. He sucked on the cock for several minutes, then he would stroke it, and then back to sucking it. He didn’t touch him anywhere else, as he kept stroking the base while sucking. His lips were tight and Ron felt his body shaking, felt the blood rushing faster and faster to his cock. His balls felt like they were on fire, as Aaron continued to stroke him, to suck him.

    His hands now rested on the young man’s shoulders. His fingers were digging into the flesh as he continued to gyrate his hips, driving his cock deep into the mouth. He ignored the gagging sounds, as he felt his balls slinging upwards. He felt the pressure building as he moved his own hands, grasping the back of Aaron’s head as he shot his hips forward hard.

    His cock drove deep down into the throat, he felt the head strike the soft tissue, then rear back. He cried out, his hands holding the head tighter as his body exploded. His cum was flooding out, filling the young man’s throat and mouth. Aaron tried to pull back, but Ron wouldn’t let him. He kept his head over his cock, as he shot his load.

    His whole body was trembling, as his cum flooded the young man’s throat. There was no mistaking sound of gagging, of sputtering as his cum flowed out. His body was shaking as he arched forward one more time, letting more of his cum shoot out. Aaron was choking, or sounding like it, but he held his head firmly, until he heard him swallowing. He could feel his cream coming back and coating his throbbing pole. There was no moaning, no groans from Aaron, but he couldn’t help but cry out, enjoying his release.

    The rolling waves were still running up and down his body as he slowly pulled his cock out of Aaron’s mouth. The young man leaned back on his haunches, resting against the base of the chair. Ron felt his eyes on him, as he shuddered a few more times, before he could open his eyes. He stepped back and slowly made his way to the chesterfield, where he collapsed. He had felt exhausted when he first got home, but now he was totally drained as he stared over at Aaron.

    The young man had slowly gotten up, and sat on the chair, just staring at Ron. His eyes seemed to look forlorn, watching Ron panting. He could feel his chest heaving, as he stared back, a small smile on his face. There wasn’t any from Aaron.

    Ron turned away from Aaron’s face, and stared down at the wad of bills. He felt suddenly cheap, and looked back at Aaron. He could see his dejection, feel it really as he sat there, totally drained.  He reached over with one hand, and picked up the thick wad of money. His eyes looked at the money, then over at Aaron. He held his hand out to him.

    ‘Here, take it back, we are even.’

    Aaron’s mouth opened, and he sat there for a second or two, then leaned over and took back the money. His eyes peered hard into Ron’s, then looked back down at the money in his hand.

    ‘Are you, I mean… uh, I don’t know what…’

    ‘Next time, look for oncoming cars before you pull out, okay?’

    Aaron nodded as he stood up, stuffing the money back into his pants pocket. Ron saw the dried cum on his lips, realizing he had just paid $500. for a blow job, that in itself wasn’t the greatest, but somehow he felt like it was worth it, as he saw the smile on the young man’s face.


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  • Uncertain Arrival

    I see him coming out of the passageway from the plane, another one sent to me from the Levant to acclimate to living in the States in exchange for pleasuring me. He’s everything I had been told to expect: big. Tall, more than six and a half feet, I think, and thick of body but in a well-cut way, all power and muscle way. Big hands, big feet, bulging biceps, a T-shirt just bursting with chest muscle. He isn’t smiling; he looks tired. I worry what he’ll think when he sees me; whether he hoped I’d be younger or as massive as he is. But then he sees me, obviously recognizing me from photos, and his face lights up in a broad grin. He’s different from the last one, who was thin and serious, but who both beefed up and lightened up under my tutelage. I hoped this one wasn’t as timid as the first. We lost so much time in the beginning, time that we both wished we had when we at last parted.

    He wants to hug me when he reaches me, a bear hug, as if we are long-lost relatives. I grunt, as I realize that he’s using the closeness as an excuse to take my hand and put it on his basket. He’s ready for action, obviously, and wants me to know it. And I gasp at the size of him. He touches me unobtrusively, but intimately, as we move toward the baggage belts. On the escalator, he’s close behind me and he reaches around me with a big hand and pushes his mitt up under my shirt and palms my belly. He’s been instructed well. If I wasn’t already melting, I would be now. My hand is trembling on the escalator’s plastic handrail. My breath begins to become ragged. I’m not sure how I’ll be able to wait until we get to the hotel, even though I selected one very close to the airport.

    But I don’t have to wait. At baggage claim, a message is flashing above the conveyor belts that the baggage has been delayed.

    He asks me where the men’s room is. I point to one and say I’ll wait in case his bags appear, asking him what they look like. He smiles and tells me the bags can wait…that we can’t fuck if I’m not in the men’s room with him. He’s said it in a conversational, natural tone. I glance around as surreptitiously as I can to see if anyone’s heard what he said. No one seems to have; they are all chattering to each other, not zeroing in on any specific conversation other than their own. I flash him a warning look, and his eyes turn to those of a wounded teddy bear.

    My knees are like rubber as we walk over to the men’s room. What seemed so close a minute ago now seems miles away. Surely everyone we pass knows what we are going to do in there…or are thinking of doing. I’m not at all sure I can go through with this.

    We reach the door to the men’s room and I falter. But he just passes on beside me and through the door. So I follow. It’s a large one, with the shiny steel-sided stalls in banks in a compartment behind the room with the urinals and wash basins.

    He selects a stall nearly all the way at the end of the row and pulls me in with him and turns me and dives for my lips with his. His hands go to encase my buns and he pulls my package into his. I can feel the urging and heat of him. He smells like cedar and cinnamon, fresh from the Levant. He takes his hands back, but only long enough to unbuckle himself and open his fly and push his briefs down. Then they are back on my buns, but this time, I have unbuckled myself and my pants pull apart and sink down my legs as his hands go inside my briefs and encase me again, skin on skin. A long, fat finger is already reaching for my hole. He grinds my pelvis against his, and I arch back and moan, feeling my manhood against his, his a veritable throbbing club of readiness. My hands go to him and I gasp at his size and urgency. Big hands, big feet, gigantic penis…wanting me, just as I have wanted what he has to give me for months since at sent his predecessor away in this very airport.

    He turns me roughly and makes me lean across the toilet, my legs spread on either side of the seat, my hand clutching at the tank top. My pants are stripped off and slung over my head onto the top of the tank top. I lay my cheek on top of the trousers and try not to cry out as he attacks my anus with his searching mouth and tongue and long, thick fingers. Then he’s crouched over me and is entering me and entering me and entering. Thrusting and withdrawing and then thrusting again, deeper. Breathing heavily, both of us. We hear men, in conversation, entering the men’s room. And my Lebanese lover lifts my legs off the floor, with strong hands under my thighs, helping me wedge my feet in the corners where the stall walls meet the back wall.

    Crouching below me on massive thighs now, miles and miles of rock-hard, throbbing cock pointed straight up inside my hole. Lifting me and sinking me down on his possessing rod, finding every inch of me inside, stretching me, worrying my canal, coaxing it to expand for him, to take more of him in with each lifting and sinking. My legs have leverage against the wall now, none of me showing below the edge of the stall. One of his hands goes to my belly and the other to my throat just below my chin, pulling my head into his so that he can kiss my ears and cheeks and let me hear the sound of his pent-up need to fuck me. Me providing the piston action now with the stiffening and release of the tense in my leveraged legs. Me fucking myself on his gigantic tool now. Screaming and moaning in passion but only on the inside…I hope. Trying my best not to betray our exertions, my briefs stuffed inside my own mouth to aid my attempt at silence.

    Then his hands are back on my hips now. Jack hammering me up and down, faster and faster, and pulling out farther with each movement and digging deeper with each thrust. He senses I am ready to shoot and then pulls me all the way down, the sensitive skin of my butt cheeks mashing his black, curly pubic hair. He holds for interminable seconds, slowly pulls me back up until I can feel his bulbous glans at my rim…and then a swift death…thrusting me down as he reaches over and flushes the toilet, masking at least partially my involuntary passioned cry of being taken totally as my ejaculate splatters against the cold steel of the toilet.

    He comes then inside me as well in a drowning flood. The catch in his breath and slight whimper as he ejaculates tells me that he is mine as much as I am his.

    He holds me there, nuzzling my neck with his lips. ‘How far to this hotel?’ he whispers in my ear.

    ‘Not far, not far at all,’ I whisper back in breathless voice.

    ‘Good,’ he says. ‘I want to hear you scream out loud for it now.’

    I take charge as soon as we’ve redressed, even though I still feel like Jell-O inside. Telling him to wait a couple of minutes before joining me in baggage claim.

    I keep my distance while the bags, at last, are arriving, and I manage to wrap myself in businesslike decorum, with a slightly stern look on my face. He’s got that wounded teddy bear look again on his face, not sure if he’s done something wrong. I want him on that edge at least until we get to the hotel. I make him carry the heaviest bags to the car and then make him sit in the backseat all the way to the hotel. I’ve already checked in, so we just breeze past reception, which is too busy to care about us anyway, and go up to the room.

    I send him to the showers. He tries to apologize as he strips down, but I tell him just to go.

    When he pads back out of the bathroom, stark naked and patting at his wet body with a fluffy towel, I am there, sitting on the end of the bed, legs and arms wide, a big smile on my face.

    ‘Welcome to America,’ I say. ‘Come and get me.’

    ‘But . . . but . . .’ he stammers, ‘You aren’t mad with me? The car . . .’

    ‘I couldn’t trust myself with you in the front seat,’ I say.

    And then he is upon me. No months of breaking down timidness with this one.


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  • Scavenger Hunt

    It was the first party of the year, and not even October yet, but he had to give Grant credit, he knew how to throw a party. It wasn’t the drinking so much as how he managed to get people together, and have fun. His parties were notorious for their wild endings, and group orgies, least that was the buzz. Frankly, they were just simply different that many of the barriers got broken down. People mingled, didn’t stick with one group or another, thanks to how Grant always had a gimmick. He made certain guys were matched with people they didn’t know well, and there was always a hook, something that made people loosen up and just have fun.

    Tonight was no exception. He had announced a scavenger hunt, and had paired those without cars, with those who had cars. It wasn’t casual either, he had planned it well. Bill was nervous, when Grant paired him off with the new addition to the crowd, Ross.

    Ross was one of those pretty boys. He was just 21 years old, stood maybe 5 foot 9 and was a skinny looking kid really. He might be 21, but his features were so fine, so delicate that you would swear he was at most 18. He had long red hair too, that shimmered when the light caught it just right. He had a hooked nose, but the eyes were like pellets of exploding light. He always had a smile too, and wasn’t shy either.

    Bill on the other hand was more of the shy type. He was also very cautious, which is probably why he was interning at a local accountant’s office, studying to become a bean counter. He was taller than Ross, by several inches really and definitely what one would call stocky. Looking at him standing next to Ross, you would term the pair as Mutt and Jeff. Still, somehow Grant had known that Ross had become a person of interest for Bill and now they were paired together for the midnight scavenger hunt.

    Bill never drove to Grant’s parties, as he usually had way too much to drink. So when he found out Ross had one of those older two seater sport’s cars, he was intrigued. He liked older cars, for their resilience, and economy too. Surprising how many of the really old cars could keep on going, used fuel rather economically compared to today’s models, which was one more reason why he was secretly attracted to Ross. How Grant found out was still a mystery, but he didn’t care. He was going to spend the wee hours of the morning tooting around town, looking for odds and ends that would be clear, when found.

    Grant had a wicked sense of humour to go with his penchant for party games. Each group got their own special clues, and you had to figure it out in order to find the right item to snatch and bring back. There was a time limit as well, everyone had to return by 4am, or suffer a penalty. Knowing Grant, it would be some penalty that would guarantee a person’s embarrassment.

    Climbing into the passenger seat was an experience. He couldn’t help but rub shoulders with Ross, and he could smell his cologne clearly as the small car was cramped. Yet, he had sufficient leg room and the feel of the cold fall air on his face as they roared off to their staring point was exhilarating. Ross didn’t say much, and he knew that several of the others were jealous that Grant had paired him with the new guy.

    Ross was a bartender at one of the straight clubs. He ran the shooter bar on the weekends, and was supposedly quite popular with the patrons. He had that flair, that look, that made people just want to be around him. Yet he wasn’t a snob either and he could talk about nothing with the best of them. He wasn’t shallow, just talkative and as they roared towards the starting point, as detailed on the outside of their secret orders, he didn’t stop talking about how it was all different than being at a straight party.

    Bill found out that Ross had only come out six months back, that he had hidden it from everyone, including himself. He also found out that Ross was still basically a virgin. Oh he had his share of oral sex, of being sucked off, of sucking guys off, but so far, had yet to have his cherry popped, so to speak. It was an odd conversation, one that made Bill uncomfortable, yet horny as hell.

    The idea of no one having penetrated those nice looking cheeks, or of him penetrating someone was enough to make him stiff as a rock. He could feel the ache in his groin, but tried to hide it. Trouble was, it wasn’t easy in a small car like Ross’, where you couldn’t help but rub shoulders. Each time Ross would shift gears his hand would brush against his leg, and each time that happened, he felt himself catching his breath, wishing the hand would move just a bit more over on his leg.

    He found it hard to carry his part of the conversation as a result of their closeness, and of what Ross was saying. Hell, they had barely met, talked only a few times briefly over the last month, so to listen to him talk about how he hadn’t been popped was, well hard to adjust to. It was like they were old friends and yet not. Besides, he couldn’t quite believe that none of the few guys Ross had been with hadn’t tried to do him. After all, he was a cutie, and he had that body that while short, would be a fun one to play with.

    Ross must have read his mind too, as he talked about that. He talked about how some guys only wanted to fuck, never have fun first. He hated that, he said. Wishing more guys would want to play for a bit, before going for the big one. He kept calling it the big one, and it made Bill squirm a bit. The notion of unwrapping that little package of joy, of touching it and of taking it was making his thinking difficult. He found himself stuttering a lot, as his mind was off on some fantasy, where he was laying next to Ross, a strip of condoms nearby, spent.

    He could imagine what it would be like. To be the first to penetrate those firm cheeks, to see them spread apart and to reach in and taste that pink hole that had never been tasted by a man’s tongue. His own dick was straining inside his jeans, as he tried to converse, but failed. His lust was taking hold and he hoped that once they got to their starting point, that he wouldn’t have to get out of the car. If he did, he knew that Ross would know exactly what Bill was thinking about.

    The car came to a stop and Bill realized he had no idea where they were. The area was dark and he could see the tall standing trees that surrounded them on all sides. The road had been bumpy and he realized they had been on some dirt track, and now were amidst a grove of trees. An old broken down cabin was off to one side, and Ross seemed to be looking at him, his eyes open as he waited for Bill to open their envelope, to begin to read the clues.

    Blushing and thankful that Ross couldn’t see that, he read off the first clue and looked at Ross with a blank stare. It didn’t make much sense and they both just stared at each other. Ross took the paper from Bill, the touch giving Bill a bit of a jolt. His heart seemed to suddenly race at the touch, and he felt the lump in his pants stiffen even more.

    He stared as he watched Ross read the clue over and over again. The young man kept shaking his head, and he looked so desirable, that it was hard for Bill to concentrate on the words he was saying. Finally he shrugged, and stared around at the emptiness of the place. Ross climbed out and reached behind to pick up a flashlight, he turned it on and swept the darkness, looking for the red and black object that they were supposed to find.

    ‘Maybe it’s inside?’ he muttered, and Ross shone the light on the rickety cabin. He shrugged and began to head towards the cabin, with Bill behind. He had adjusted his pants, trying to hide his hard-on though he felt like it was a beacon shining out in the night. Still he trudged behind, enjoying the way the young man moved. There wasn’t much light, but he could see how the cheeks were firmly held by the pants, how they moved as he moved and all he could think of, was how it would feel to be touching those cheeks, to be spreading them apart, to delve between them and taste the young man.

    They stood inside the door, and Ross shone the light slowly across the interior. Surprisingly it was clean and off to one side, far at the back in the corner, was the object they were supposed to find. A red blanket with black checks lay across a cot, with a basket with a bow on top. The next clue would be there, as they saw the ribbon and envelope attached to the handle.

    Moving closer, they bumped and he felt Ross quiver a littler, then giggle. Together they approached the blanket, and Ross took the envelope and opened it. He held the flashlight up and stared at the next clue. He sucked in his breathe and then stared up at Bill, as he handed him the clue. His eyes were fixed on Bill, which added to his nervousness. Bill took the envelope to read, and as he did, he felt his whole body tense. Grant had gone too far, he thought, as he lifted his head up and peered over at Ross.

    ‘I uh, I had nothing to do with this, I mean, Grant, uh, he’s well, he likes to uh…’

    Ross just stared at him, and then softly spoke. His voice was trembling as he looked down at the basket, then back up at Bill.

    ‘Kind of uh, well, it isn’t really Grant’s fault.’

    ‘Huh? Not.. you mean…’

    ‘I didn’t know how else to uh, well you know. I am new to all this, I thought that, well… I thought it would be easier than…”

    Bill wasn’t sure what to say or do. He stared down at Ross, then he sat down on the cot, still staring at Ross. His eyes were accustomed to the darkness, but he had the flashlight. It shone on Ross, and he could see the worry in his face, yet he saw something more in the young man’s eyes. There was a glint in them, a sort of glazed look mixed in with worry.

    He let his eyes move away from the face, and saw how Ross’s chest was heaving, as he tried to keep himself calm. Smiling a little, he also couldn’t help but look further down, and there was no mistaking the hard lump that tented the jeans, at the crotch. It was well pronounced, just as his own must be. Looking back up he saw a small smile on the man’s face, the eyes looking relieved as he smiled back, leaning back on his elbows.

    ‘What’s in the basket?’

    Ross looked up at Bill. The eyes were shining as he looked back into the basket, even though he knew what was inside. He didn’t look at Bill as he told him.

    ‘Condoms, uh some lubricant, crackers, packages of peanut butter and jam, uh some wipes, candle, and uh… a dildo.’

    ‘Figures, a well stocked picnic basket, courtesy of Grant. I uh, I mean you sure this is what you want? Not exactly romantic.’

    ‘Yes’

    Bill reached out with one hand. His fingers touched Ross’ face, and he let it run down his cheek. He saw the desire clearly and he felt it too. He wasn’t sure how or why really, but he had been attracted to Ross the first time he had seen him. Thinking back, he realized he must have said something to Grant about it. No way would Grant have taken this, this far if he hadn’t been sure of them both.  He was always trying to fix him up with someone, now it looked like he had.

    ‘Why me?’ he asked as he stood up, looking down at Ross. He could see his eyes and how they looked up at him. It was how he must look, he thought as he waited for the answer.

    ‘I don’t know, really. I guess it’s because you aren’t like the rest, drooling and always loaded. You just, I don’t know, you just seemed like you’d understand, that maybe it would mean a bit more than just a fuck.’

    He let his finger run under Ross’ chin and made the face tilt upwards to look at him. He smiled as he reached down to bring Ross closer, and he let his head move inwards, his eyes closing. The last thing he saw was the way the lips were trembling, just as he let his own brush up against them.

    The second that they touched, he felt the young man jump and then move in close. He felt his body snuggle deep into his own, and they kissed deeply. He could taste him, smell him as his tongue licked past the trembling mouth. His own body was shaking as they clung to each other, just kissing.

    After several minutes, they broke apart and just stared at each other. Both were panting and finally Bill broke the silence, suggesting Ross light the candle, place it next to the cot. While Ross complied, he began to undress, noticing that his shirt was already open, his pants undone. Glancing over at Ross, he saw that he too had his shirt flapping loose, and Bill could see the shadows dancing across the naked skin of the young man’s chest.

    He had no recollection of undoing the shirt, but grinned as he realized that he was going to have to give Grant a rather nice Christmas present this year. Ross was more than he had ever dreamed of, as he let his shirt fall off his shoulders. He kicked off the runners, and stood up to let his pants slide down his body, his eyes never once straying from watching Ross.

    With the candle lit, Ross turned and smiled at Bill. There was no mistaking his desire either as he quickly tossed his shirt off, then kicked each of his runners off. He bent down, his head still looking at Bill, as he took his socks off, then standing back up he pushed his pants and underwear to his ankles, stepping out of them quickly. He just stood there, totally naked and grinning at Bill.

    He swallowed, staring at the amazing sight of a naked Ross. The candle light was flickering in the cabin, adding to the excitement and mood. His eyes must be like saucers, he thought, as he took in the small wiry frame of the young man. The way his stomach seemed to shake a little, the way his face seemed to glow. The shadows played across them in strange patterns, but it was the large cock that held his eyes transfixed.

    It was huge, long and not too thick, but had to be the longest he had ever seen. He stared at it, as it just stuck straight out at him. The balls looked full as they dangled beneath the pole, barely visible really from above. He just swallowed several times, wondering what it would be like to have that inside of his own ass, even though he preferred to being the top. Seeing that gorgeous piece of flesh made him weak at the knees, and he felt a strange ache in his own rectum as he quickly finished undressing.

    The room was cool, but he didn’t care as he stared over at Ross. His heart was racing, filling his ears with its thundering noise as he sat down on the cot. He couldn’t believe how well hung Ross was. He licked his lips as Ross came closer to him, now standing right in front of Bill. He could smell that special aroma, that came from a man’s groin and he looked away from Ross’ face, to stare right at the throbbing pole.

    He wanted it, craved it even and somehow Ross seemed to know that. Ross moved another step closer, and the hard pole was so close, he could see the veins sticking up all around the massive shaft. The cock head was dark looking, and he reached out with one hand, to take hold of the wavering cock. His fingers felt the heat as they slowly took hold at the base of the huge cock. He heard a soft moan and watched as Ross stepped in even closer.

    The touch of Ross’ hands on his head was enough as he leaned forward, and closing his eyes, he opened his mouth wide. Bill felt the warm flesh touch his lips, making his whole body tremble. He let the lips slowly slide across the head, tasting a tiny drop of precum, then swallowed it, as his mouth finally covered the whole cock head. He felt it inside, grating lightly past his teeth and there was a slight shudder as it passed further into his mouth.

    His mouth moved slowly along the offered cock. He felt the head moving and filling his whole mouth. Bill’s throat was being stretched as he pulled back, then forward again. He tasted the hot flesh as it went past, his tongue licking at the underside, as he struggled to take more of the throbbing pole, he felt the young man shaking. His eyes flickered open briefly, to stare up at Ross leaning into him. He felt the desire as he sucked on the cock, then pulled it out of his mouth.

    Bill then reached underneath the massive cock, wedging up the side of his face, as he took first one of the massive balls, then the other into his hand. He let his finger dig a little into the leathery sac, then slowly he kissed them both. Back and forth he went, then he suddenly swallowed one deep into his mouth. He heard Ross groan, felt the body shake even more, as he let the ball drop out, as he quickly sucked on the other one. Back and forth he went, sucking each ball briefly, feeling Ross shake with each lick of his tongue on the leathery skin.

    He leaned back, and with his hand on Ross’s trembling hips, he guided the young man to climb onto the cot. He heard it squeak, as it took the added weight. He smiled as he was now looking into Ross’s face. The eyes were sparkling with exploding lights, the shadows dancing across the shuddering body of the young man, as Bill slowly forced Ross down onto his back. Quickly he moved to let one leg pass over his, so that he was in between both legs. He let them raise up, so that Ross’s knees were up off the cot.

    Looking down on the young man, he smiled at him, seeing the glazed look falling like shutters over Ross’s eyes. He felt his own body shake as he felt the two legs on either side of him, and there right under his chin, was the huge cock, wavering in the air. Licking his lips, he bent down, kissed the head of the cock, then lowered himself further. His legs dangled over the end of the cot, as he licked at the groin, at the skin between the groin and thighs. He felt the young man squirm as he licked hard at the boy’s flesh, then lightly run his tongue across the same spot. It was obviously working, as he moved his face, to lick at the base of the cock, then underneath. His tongue was moving slowly as it licked at the underside of Ross’s balls.

    Bill placed his hand underneath the cheeks. He felt how warm they were, and how drenched they were too from the young man’s sweat. His own body was glistening in the candle light from his own sweat, as he lifted the boy’s body upwards, spreading his cheeks apart slightly.

    He ran his finger down the opened valley, feeling the muscles tense and release. He felt the buttocks shaking as he stuck his finger into his mouth, moistening it, then running back up and down the opened valley. Not once did he touch the opened pink hole, but let his finger swirl around it, teasing it.

    The sounds coming from Ross was making it hard for him to control his own emotions. He wanted to ram his finger inside, but held back, wanting to make this a memorable time for Ross. After all, it was his first time. He knew he needed to take his time, but the aroma of the young man was driving him nuts. The sounds, the feelings, were too much as he found himself teasing the hole even more.

    The tip of his finger rested over the hole, he heard Ross groan, pleading a little, wanting to take it. He let it rest there for a full two seconds, before he moved it away, then let it slide back up the valley, and then slowly he let it go back down, until it was near the hole. This time he didn’t stop, he didn’t let the tip rest, but slowly began to work the finger inside of the tight hole. He heard the young man cry out, felt the muscle taking hold of his finger tip as he worked it around while gently pushing it inwards.

    He took it out, and sucked on the finger, then it was back over the hole, and twisting around and driving inwards. He felt the tip slide in, felt it twist around. Ross groaned loudly now, his hands banging the side of the cot, and the wall on the other side. His body shook as Bill continued to twist his finger deeper into the rectum.

    The legs were shaking on either side as Ross kept his whole buttocks up in the air. Bill had his other hand pulling at the cheeks, spreading the one side, as he twisted and guided his finger deeper into Ross’s hole. He felt the boy shake, felt each shudder of pleasure as it raced up and down inside of Ross.

    He began to slowly push his finger in and out, until he felt the time was right. Then slowly another finger was pressing up against the hole, not entering yet. The groans were louder as he spit onto his fingers, as they worked around the hole. One finger inside, the other finger tip resting near. Slowly as he pulled the one finger nearly out, he began to press with his other finger. He felt the muscle resist, then slowly give in as he twisted his fingers around inside.

    Ross cried out, as Bill continued to watch his fingers moving in and out of the puckering hole. He saw the hole open and close around his probing fingers. He felt the soft lining inside, and he felt his own heart pounding in his chest. It was like listening to an endless peal of thunder as he continued to press inwards, twisting every now and then.

    Each twist seemed to make Ross moan, then squirm around as he finally began to move in and out in an increased motion. His hand was moving hard now, the fingers going deeper with each push in. Soon he felt his knuckles rubbing up against the young man’s hole and he realized he had another finger itching to press inside. He bit his lip as he stared up at the trembling young man.

    He pulled his finger out and then quickly pushed one leg over his own body, effectively twisting Ross over onto his stomach. He let his hands push the legs apart, his hands up around the hole, spreading the cheeks wide open. He was breathing hard, his cock rubbing up against the woollen blanket underneath, making him groan as he looked down into Ross’s ass.

    The pink hole seemed to shimmer before him, as he leaned down, dribbling some spit into the waiting hole. His fingers dug deep into the soft flesh on either side, as he lowered his face, his nose wedged upwards into the soft valley of the cheeks, above the glistening hole.

    He let his tongue lick at the sides of the cheeks, then below the hole and then above it. He felt the body shudder to each flick and swipe of his tongue, as his fingers held the cheeks in place, open. He breathed in deeply, smelling Ross’s scent mingled with sweat, as his tongue licked around the hole now, teasing it.

    His own body was nothing more than a sticky mass of running sweat, as he felt the drops dripping off his forehead, to fall onto Ross’ own steamy body. The tiny drops were clouding his eyes as he leaned further in, letting his tongue curl up and then lick at the pink hole. He felt the shudder, felt the shaking, and heard the moans growing louder as he dug his tongue inwards, spreading open the hole even wider. He sucked in his own breathe, as he let his tongue lick at the hole, then dive in, then pull out and lick around the hole before going back past the hole.

    He felt his own body trembling as he heard Ross’s voice urging him on. He didn’t make out the words, as he let his tongue dig deep into the young man’s flesh, then he suddenly sat back up, slapping one cheek then another. He reached up and over Ross and grabbed the dildo out of the basket. He took the lubricant as well and pushed open the top, to drizzle the liquid over the top of the dildo.

    He placed the tip of the dildo up against Ross’s ass. He began to pull open the cheeks again, as he felt the young man tense up. The dildo was not thick but was long as he slowly let it run down and up the valley. Then he wedged it up against Ross’s hole, and began to spread open the cheeks, before slowly pushing it in. Ross grunted, and he saw the cheeks shake as he twisted the dildo a little, just as he had done with his fingers earlier. He pushed further, until slowly the whole dildo was inside of the young man.

    There was no moans, just a sort of whimper as he began to slowly move the dildo in and out. His hand rested on the small of Ross’s back as he pulled and pushed. His own body was cooling as he gave the dildo a small twist. Ross moaned at that, and Bill smiled as the boy’s body began to relax a little, as he got used to the long rubber dong inside.

    He let the dildo rest inside, as he rubbed Ross’s backside, then his hips and thighs as he occasionally pulled and pushed on the dildo. He caressed the buttocks, slapping them now and then which made Ross jump a little. There wasn’t much sound from him, just the occasional moan or whimper as he lay there, spread eagled with the dildo inside. In and out he would move it then he would lean over and kiss Ross on the back, by the neck.

    At one point, he worked the dildo with one hand, while leaning forward. He kissed Ross under his long hair, that was now matted and wet from sweat. Then he let his tongue lick all the way down the centre of Ross’s back. He licked at the spine, watched it shake and the rest of his body shudder as he licked back up and then down again. All the time he kept the dildo moving in and out and Ross was once more moaning now. His legs were taut and his cheeks clenched tight, holding onto the dildo as it moved in and out.

    Bill finally took the plastic out, and he heard a sigh, as he ripped open a condom package. Immediately that he heard the sound, Ross tensed up. His back was rigid, his legs taut as he waited for the coming penetration. Everything was ready, as he once more shuffled himself in closer between Ross’s legs.

    His cock had never felt harder as he had unrolled the condom. Pushing it up against Ross’s buttocks, he grabbed hold of it and wiped it along the cheeks. They shook in anticipation as he let it rest on the young man’s cheeks. Then he reached underneath, and lifted the body upwards onto his knees. He felt the hard cock underneath and gave it a squeeze. Ross moaned at the touch and then wiggled back a little, almost eager for Bill to penetrate him.

    Slowly he began to run his cock down the valley. He let it move very slowly, until his cock head was up against Ross’s hole. He felt the body stiffen, knowing he was right up against the tight hole. His hands moved down and up the shaking thighs, and then along the cheeks, as he slowly leaned forward.

    Carefully he pushed his own hips forward, making his cock go forward, and he heard the cry. He held his position, as the shaking body slowly relaxed a little, then once more he pushed forward, as his cock head was spreading open the tight pink hole. Ross cried out, but he didn’t stop as he felt he was close, and then suddenly he was inside. Ross was grunting and obviously gritting his teeth as Bill’s cock pushed inside.

    He let it sit there, the head inside, as the cheeks shook and shook. Bill could feel it all, and it was like he was plugged in to Ross’s own body. He could feel the heart skipping beats, felt the lungs rise and fall as he struggled with the rolling pain that was going up and down his body. He waited, then slowly began to push further inside. Ross groaned louder as his body continued to tremble.

    It took him several minutes, but finally his crotch was pressing hard into Ross’s cheeks. His cock was firmly wedged deep inside and he let his body hold its position one more time. Ross was crying, but he refused to let Bill stop. His head would twist and turn on the cot as slowly Bill began to pull out. Just an inch or two and then back in he went. Each time he would pull out, it would be a little bit more, then he would carefully push back inside.

    Soon he could feel his cock head near the hole, and Ross was no longer groaning in pain, but was starting to moan with pleasure. He was used to the cock inside and gradually Bill began to push a bit faster, pull back a bit faster and every now and then, he would twist his hips, making his cock twist inside. Ross would whimper then, but began to beg for more. His voice became husky as he started to plead with Bill, to go faster, to go deeper.

    Bill obliged, the ache in his own body becoming unbearable as he began to push faster. Each thrust in, he felt the muscles around his cock spread apart, until he stopped pushing. Then they would once more grasp at his pole, trying to hold it inside. His strength was greater, as he began to increase his motion. His hips were now crashing into the body and before long, each downward thrust was met by an upward push from Ross.

    He began to move faster, urged on by Ross as his sweat dripped continuously onto Ross’s back. He could feel the speed growing, feel his cock going deeper into the virgin ass. He felt the muscles give up, felt his cock grow thicker as he began to pound the ass hard. His body was like a jack hammer, constantly moving up and down and Ross no longer moaned, but groaned constantly. He was shaking, his whole body trembling as Bill continued to dig deeper with each thrust. His balls were aching, and he knew he couldn’t hold on much longer as he felt feint.

    Bill’s eyes were closed, yet brilliant bursts of reds and oranges flashed across his vision. His heart was pounding so hard he couldn’t even hear Ross’s cries for more. The blood was rushing from his arms and legs, his body was growing numb and weak as he felt his balls slinging upwards. He couldn’t wait and as he pulled back, he pulled all the way back.

    His cock came out and his hand tore frantically at the condom, ripping it off his shaft. He leaned forward, his hand pumping at his cock as his head lifted backwards, up high into the air. The cum came flooding out in a huge stream. He felt it as his body jerked, his cock rearing back then shooting forward. Past his fingers the stream went sailing up and through, and he heard the sounds of it striking the hot flesh of Ross’s back. He heard Ross cry out, heard him and felt him shudder as his cum exploded all across the taut back of the young man.

    He shook his cock, as more hot milk dribbled out, splattering across the shaking buttocks. He heard Ross moan, a deep gut wrenching moan of pure pleasure, as he shook his cock once more, letting more cum dribble out. He opened his eyes to see his cum across the back, huge globs of it across the small of Ross’s back. His body shook as he was panting, not yet finished.

    His hands ached but they had enough strength to reach down to grasp at Ross’s hips. He managed to flip him over, so Ross now stared up at him. His own hair lay limp over his forehead as he continued to pant. He looked into the young man’s face as he reached out with one hand, to grab hold of Ross’s cock.

    He wrapped his fingers around it tightly, and leaned back down, his head quickly covering the cock. Ross cried out as he felt Bill’s mouth close over his throbbing cock. His body shook and he felt his hips push upwards, driving his cock further into Bill’s mouth. He cried out, and Bill’s hold seemed to tighten even more.

    Ross shook, his whole body quivered as his balls slung up, his cock pushed in deeper to Bill’s throat, and his cum exploded outwards. Bill gagged, and swallowed, then gagged again as more hot milk flooded his mouth. Cum was dripping out from the corners of his mouth, then from his lips as he gagged a third time. So much cum was filling his mouth that he was having trouble swallowing it all, but he tried. He held tightly to the cock, his hand holding the shaft, as he swallowed faster.

    Gradually he felt the cock softening as he let it free from his mouth. It dropped out and he felt Ross’s hand on his head. He glanced up the still trembling body to see Ross’s eyes glistening and his face beaming in a huge grin. His hand was slowly stroking Bill’s head, as Bill simply lay there, exhausted and drained.

    Ross was still stroking his head, when he spoke.

    ‘I am glad I told Grant.’

    Bill looked up, a slight moan escaping his lips as he felt his cock stirring again.

    ‘So am I… so am I’

    Bill pushed himself upright, and leaned back against the wall. He stared for several minutes at Ross, then grinned at him as he spoke.

    ‘I think we will be late in getting back.’

    Ross merely grinned at him, as he said: ‘I was hoping you’d say that.’


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  • Under a Spell

    He couldn’t help himself. He had tried but there was no denying that he was obsessed by 19 year old Jimmy. Twenty plus years difference in age and Matt didn’t give a damn. He lived, breathed, and thought about nothing else but Jimmy, his youthful face, those dreamy eyes that always glistened when they talked, that slender body that didn’t have an ounce of fat on it. It all haunted him day and night. It didn’t matter what he was doing, Jimmy was always lurking in the back of his mind. The way he walked, how his butt would fill the jeans perfectly, showing off their firmness. How he talked, with a lilt to his voice as well as a hint of devil may care. He always seemed to be excited, out of breath almost. It was intoxicating to be around him, as he found himself becoming short of breath, becoming excited, and not just in thought. His body would ache whenever Jimmy was around, which seemed to be always. It didn’t matter what time he started work, Jimmy would find him within minutes of Matt clocking in. At first it was sweet, but after two weeks it was becoming more than just an infatuation. He actually would feel disappointed if he didn’t see Jimmy within the first five minutes. It got to the point where he would actually go look for him, before even clocking in. Some would call it puppy love, but not Matt. He rarely chased a twink like Jimmy. Oh, he liked them that way, but he wasn’t the chasing type, in fact he preferred to be chased. It made for more fun, when he would cave in, and take them home for the night or weekend. A few had even lasted longer, some a month, a few several months, but bottom line was he never got attached, not like he was with Jimmy. Worse, he hadn’t even done anything with him, but it was a thought that was beginning to consume his conscious thoughts. Matt could hold his own in the looks department. He was 6 foot and weighed in at 165 pounds. Not too shabby for a guy in his early forties, and no one ever guessed he was that old. Most, when pressed, would guess he was still in his late twenties or very early thirties. Still, around Jimmy he was self conscious. He wondered about the bags under his eyes, the lines across his forehead, the little beer belly he had. It was like being 18 all over again, being attracted to his first guy. He was no virgin now, but he sure as hell felt like one when around Jimmy. There was just something about him that had breaking out in a cold sweat each time he left. His heart would ache, his eyes mist even, when he would watch him walk away, and yet despite all that he couldn’t bring himself to ask him out. Not like he was ever at a loss for words either, least with anyone previously. With Jimmy he found himself stuttering, wiping the palms of his hands on his pants, but he kept telling himself, this would be the time. Yet it never was, so far. Matt knew he couldn’t go on this way, that he had to find out. Was Jimmy just one of those teases, or was he really interested in him? It was killing him not knowing for sure, but he was also afraid to find out. Jimmy was everything he wanted. He worked hard, enjoyed his work, and seemed to also have more on his mind than the party scene. Course he didn’t know for sure even if the guy was into guys, though the way he looked at Matt did sort of tell him he had to be. However, that just might be wishful thinking, yet each day he would head to work, he swore he’d find out. So far, his nerve had failed him. He was smart enough to know that it was unlikely that someone like Jimmy would be interested in someone like him, yet in his mind he hoped. There was nothing to base it on, in the cold stark reality of self examination, but he dreamed of it. It was making his nights pure hell too, because he would toss and turn thinking about Jimmy, dreaming of his warm body laying next to his. He would dream of him panting, after a night on his stomach, pounding those firm butt cheeks with his cock. Then it would all turn, and those dreams turned into nightmares, where Jimmy would be laughing at him, pointing at him and in between guffaws, would be taunting him with old man comments, or worse. It made him wake up, and he couldn’t shake them either. They were becoming more intense, and it was taking him time to fall back asleep. His need for Jimmy was becoming too consuming, yet he couldn’t bring himself to talk to him, to find out one way or the other. The ringing of his Cel startled him. He had been lost in thought about Jimmy again, and as he flipped open the phone, he didn’t recognize the calling number. Still, he answered, not thinking and was surprised to hear the lilting voice, that haunted his dreams. It told him to not say anything, to listen and in a rush, the young voice asked him when he was going to ask him out. He rushed on, speaking without giving Matt a chance to speak, telling him how it was killing him, and he needed to know, but couldn’t face him, which is why he was calling. He needed to know, and if Matt wasn’t interested, he’d understand. There was a catch to his voice at that point, that made Matt’s heart skip a beat. ‘I am 42’ ‘I am 19, so?’ ‘You sure this is what you want?’ Matt could feel the sweat beading up on his forehead, as he waited for the answer. His whole body seemed to tense up, but in his crotch he felt the raw passion of his own desire welling up. He shifted his stance, reached down with his free hand to adjust his growing hard on. A chuckle came across the phone as he heard his answer. ‘Now I am, after seeing you are.’ Turning around, he saw Jimmy standing in the doorway. He had his own phone to his ear, but his eyes were staring at Matt’s crotch. There was no mistaking the look in his eyes either, as they were filled with desire, with lust. He even licked his lips as he slowly brought his eyes up from staring at Matt’s crotch. They were filled with a shimmering light that only made the ache in his crotch worse. He felt his shorts rise up, as he closed his phone to stare at Jimmy. He let his eyes widen as he stared at the young man. He could see his chest heaving a bit, and as he let his eyes move down the lanky young body, he could see the tell tale bulge in the front of his pants. Matt could imagine what was behind that bulge, as he looked back up, seeing the eyes still looking at him. ‘When did you plan to uh, have this date?’ ‘Now’ ‘Now? You don’t give a guy much time to plan anything.’ ‘I don’t want you to change your mind. I have signed out, and you are supposed to be off too, so why wait? Or do you not want to go out?’ ‘You thought of everything, yeah, I want to go out, where did you have in mind?’ Matt watched as Jimmy’s face broke into a small wicked little smile. His eyes zeroed in on Matt’s crotch, then up to his face as he replied. ‘My place, the family left this morning for the Cabin, I have the whole place to myself, until Tuesday. That enough time?’ He swallowed, taken aback. There was no doubt what was on Jimmy’s mind as he grinned at him. His body was shaking as he nodded, not sure what he was letting himself in for. Signing out was a blur, though he was certain that his boss had a wicked grin on his face as he told them to have a good weekend. The drive to Jimmy’s place was a blank. All he could think of was how hot the young man looked, how much of a hurry he was in as they had driven the few miles to Jimmy’s home. He had done nothing but think about what was ahead. He had a few condoms in his pants, being always prepared, but was Jimmy really into that? Would he suddenly be like in his nightmares, and break out laughing at the old man who wanted a young buck like Jimmy? Hell could he, an old fart, satisfy someone like Jimmy? The thoughts swirled around as he found himself not just in Jimmy’s home, but upstairs, standing at the entrance to the young man’s bedroom. There was a double bed, and off to one side a desk with a computer on it. The little stereo was quickly turned on, and as he glanced back to the bed, he saw that Jimmy was not wasting any time. He had his shirt off already and his golden flesh was suddenly filling his eyes. He felt his mouth go dry, as he stared at the young naked chest. No hairs showed, but the two purple colored nipples were firm and erect as Jimmy stood facing him. His eyes were filled with lust, and he couldn’t help but feel his own body becoming totally aroused by the young man, who kept looking straight at him. He saw the hands reach down, to unbutton the pants, then zip them down. Slowly he bent forward, to pull the pants off his body then straightened up, to let Matt take it all in. He groaned softly to himself as he let his eyes take it all in. Jimmy had long legs, and they were well proportioned, but it was the thin pale blue shorts that grabbed his focus. They were fully tented. Something huge seemed to be poking outwards, right at him. He gulped as he saw the hands moving up, the fingers reaching inside the waistband, and moving along inside the shorts, taking hold. Matt knew that soon he’d see what was tenting the shorts, that was making his own cock throb and ache inside his pants. No more thinking, as he felt his own hands undoing his shirt buttons, then pulling the shirt off his shoulders. He felt the thin material slide down his back and drop to the floor, as he stepped further into Jimmy’s bedroom. His eyes were glued to Jimmy’s body, noticing how the chest was heaving, how the eyes were shimmering with excitement as he reached down, to unbutton his own pants. Matt saw the smile on Jimmy’s face grow wider, as he quickly dropped his pants, stepping out of them. His own shorts were just as tented and he noticed how Jimmy’s eyes seemed to widen, as they stared directly at his crotch. His own face was smiling as Jimmy looked up and then moved over to the bed. He lay down on it, his head propped up. His legs spread apart, and Matt could see the small tuft of hair on the inside of each thigh that beckoned to him. Moving in, he came to the foot of the bed. His eyes fixed on the rather large feet, and then moved up the hairless legs. He saw them spread apart, even wider, as his eyes made their way up, to where now Jimmy’s covered crotch filled his vision. He swallowed and licked his lips, as he stared at the throbbing cock being held by the thin pale blue shorts. Then he let his eyes move up, to see the chest heaving a little, then up to where he could stare at Jimmy’s face. The eyes were glistening, peering into his own. They widened, as he pushed his shorts down, to expose his fully erect cock. Matt saw how excited the eyes seemed to get, as he stepped slowly forward, then bend as his body got onto the bed. His knees were firmly at the foot of the bed, as Mat leaned forward. His body was between Jimmy’s opened legs, and he felt the warmth of his body as he leaned forward, his hands now firmly planted on either side of Jimmy’s body. His head was above Jimmy’s and their eyes locked as he stood there, shaking slightly, taking it all in. He could see the desire, feel it actually as if it was something real, something you could touch. His body shuddered a little, as did Jimmy’s. He let his head lower, felt his eyes closing as he grew closer. The touch of his lips against Jimmy’s own thin lips made him moan softly, while making his whole body quiver. His legs shook, his heart began to race, as he pressed down, tasting the young man. He felt the lips beneath his open slightly and soon he was driving his tongue deep into the young man’s mouth. He licked deep inside, then pressed his lips harder onto the willing mouth. With each lick of his tongue, he felt his body sinking further down. His legs were touching Jimmy’s upper legs, feeling the heat as his stomach now touched Jimmy’s own flat washboard tummy. He felt himself shake, along with Jimmy. Their two bodies were quivering as more and more of their flesh touched. The heat was like glue, as their skin touched, bonding together. His cock was wedged up and pushed up against Jimmy’s belly. Matt felt Jimmy’s covered penis dig into his own body as he let one hand start to caress the young man’s body. Slowly he let it moved down the shaking body, as he held his kiss. He could feel the wetness around the tip of the cock, as his hand moved down, and rested lightly on Jimmy’s hip. The press of his cock into his own body was making him sweat, as he let his mouth begin to roam across the face. He kissed Jimmy on the chin, the nose, and even bit his lower lip, tasting it. Jimmy was doing the same, as they both began to let their lust take hold. Matt couldn’t believe how intense it was all feeling. In some ways, it was like this was it, there would be no second time. His whole body was tense, as he moved around on top of the young man, who squirmed just as much underneath him. Their hands were flying, their mouths moving over each other’s bodies tasting and licking where they could. His one hand managed to push at Jimmy’s shorts, with help from Jimmy. He felt the shorts push down, felt the hard cock come free and slide up into his own thigh. He groaned loudly as he felt the hard cock wedge between his thigh and groin. Matt felt the oozing precum as it slid down his thigh. His own cock was also oozing and Jimmy was actually panting in between his own whimpers and moans. His body was tense, the muscles coiled up inside as they both continued to grab at each other. It was like a feeding frenzy in a pond, the way they kissed, licked, and even nibbled at each other. The taste of the boy’s flesh was salty and yet different. He cried out as Jimmy’s hand reached down and grabbed hold of his penis. His body jerked at the touch, and he had to reciprocate. He struggled but managed to reach under his own shaking body to touch the shaft, just under Jimmy’s cock head. His fingers stretched out and one ran slightly down the throbbing pole. He could feel the blood rushing around the cock, and cried out as the heat between them grew. His whole body seemed to have sprung a leak, as sweat poured from everywhere. From his forehead, from his arms, legs, stomach. Never had felt this way before, as he felt Jimmy’s hands reach up and start to push him down the young man’s body. They were firmly placed on his shoulders and he obliged, as his face kept touching and kissing the passing body. Matt bit at one nipple, heard Jimmy cry out in pleasure, then it was gone, as he was pushed further down. The young man was struggling, then he felt one leg kick out, then kick again and one more time. He knew that the underwear was now gone as the legs were suddenly raised on either side of his slithering body. He could feel the heart beating, the chest rising and lowering quickly. His own body was trembling with excitement as Jimmy continued to push him down, and he didn’t resist. He felt his legs dangling off the foot of the bed. He could smell that scent, that man scent that he loved. This was even more powerful than he had ever smelt. It was swirling around his nostrils, as he breathed it in deeply. It made his whole body tremble even more as it grew stronger in his nostrils. The hands on his shoulders grew firmer, the fingers digging deep into his flesh, making him wince. The smell was overpowering, the feelings racing up and down his spine as his lips felt the wiry bushy pubic hairs. They tickled his nose, as he licked and kissed the soft belly. He heard the moans, heard the incessant ‘oh yes, yes’ that came from above his own head. Jimmy’s legs were raised, He felt them on either side of his head, as he opened his eyes to stare at the glistening young flesh underneath. His eyes opened wider as he stared at the hard pole that now stuck upwards, grazing his chin. It stood there, throbbing, glistening with precum as he licked his lips, then glanced upwards. He saw Jimmy’s head lifted up off the bed, staring down at him. The eyes were totally glazed over and he looked back down at the cock before his mouth. His body shuddered, then he let himself go. No more thinking, no more wondering. His body and his lust took over. He felt his eyes close, then felt the taste of precum on his lips, then in his mouth as he wrapped the lips around the throbbing cock. It was suddenly thrust hard and deep into his mouth, taking him by surprise. Jimmy’s own lust took over as well, and in that moment he felt the cock slide into his throat, gagging him. Coughing, he struggled to hold onto the throbbing pole, to not let his body fail him as the cock was thrust hard into his mouth. Jimmy’s hands were now on his head, pushing and pulling, urging him to suck him harder, suck him faster. He obliged, his own body not failing as his throat opened wider, his muscles relaxing enough for him to take the cock deep. His tongue was flattened but would flick up when it could. Each time it did, Jimmy moaned louder, the hands tightened and the fingers wrapped around his hair. He felt them being pulled, felt the intense desire building. He sucked hard on the cock, keeping his lips wrapped tightly around the burning flesh of the cock as it went in and out of his mouth. Matt had his hands firmly on Jimmy’s bucking body, around his hips. His own fingers as deeply dug in as Jimmy’s seemed to be. He cried out, muffled by the throbbing pole, and then he moved his hands to dig deep into the sweaty butt cheeks. His fingers dug into the flesh at the centre, pulling them apart as his hands would press upwards, driving the young man’s groin up and into his mouth harder. Jimmy was squirming, his body shaking as he flung himself up. His cock driving into Matt’s willing mouth. It didn’t take long, before he was gasping for air, as his cock drove deeper with each thrust. The feel of the hands on the cheeks made him moan, and a strange gurgling sound came back from Matt. Matt felt the balls slinging upwards. He could sense it, and he pulled up hard with both his hands. His fingers dug into the soft flesh deeper, and he thrust his head down to meet the upwards moving crotch. The throbbing cock was send diving deep into his throat, he felt it jerk, felt his shake and tremble, then suddenly rear back. His throat was ready, just, as the Jimmy couldn’t hold back any longer. The loud cry echoed in the room, drowning everything out. Even the thundering of his heart was muted by the cry as the young man shuddered. Matt felt the cheeks shake, felt the whole body quiver as a heavy thick stream of cum began to fill his entire throat. It was thick and tasted like salty milk. It filled his throat, his mouth and some even dribbled out from the corner’s of his lips before he could swallow. Just as he felt it slide down his throat, the cock in his mouth jerked again, and he knew more was coming out, filling what little he had managed to swallow. His fingers dug deep into the warm wet flesh of the Jimmy’s cheeks, as he swallowed again, again, and even again. He could feel the pubic hairs under his nostrils, as he breathed in deeply, swallowing all of the heavy thick cum that filled his throat and mouth. As the body gave one last spasm, Matt let his hands move from underneath Jimmy’s buttock. He felt the cock draw out of his mouth, coated in its own cum as the bed shook. He was panting as he leaned back on his own haunches, to gaze at the softening cock that dangled in front of him. Licking his lips, tasting the cum that had dribbled out he slowly let his eyes move up the still shaking body until he found Jimmy’s face. The eyes were still glazed over, the chest heaving from the bodies exertion. Their eyes locked and Matt knew that it wasn’t over with yet. The look in Jimmy’s eyes were like staring into the centre of a hot burning fire. The blues and reds were mixed with white as the eyes seemed to just smoulder. He felt like the lust had not been satisfied one bit, but had instead, increased. He felt himself shiver as he looked into Jimmy’s face, seeing the desire and then he stared downwards, noticing that Jimmy’s spent cock was thickening again, already. His eyes moved back up to look at Jimmy, and he saw him grin. His white teeth gleaming as he lifted up one arm, and leaned over towards the night stand. Matt followed his arm, as it reached across to push a book away, and reveal a strip of condom packages. Matt grinned as he watched Jimmy pick up the strip and toss them over towards Matt. As he did, Matt noticed the book, and its title. It made him pause, as he read the title ‘Incantations of the Ancients‘. Jimmy’s eyes seemed to be calling him, and he turned away from the old battered book, picking up the strip of condoms. He could feel the lust, once more taking hold, as he ripped a condom open. There was nothing he wanted more, than to feel himself enter Jimmy’s young body.


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  • Heavenly Hole

    Glen who was only 18 years old was in a hurry as he walked up Third Street in Mendiola Consortium on his way to his dorm after his workout. It was cold and the December wind cut through his skin making his whole body shiver, but not only was he cold, he was also uncomfortable because of the big hard on that was straining against his jeans. ‘Shit, ‘ he thought, ‘haven’t cum yet today!’ Glen, it seemed like, was always hard! His whole family was highly sexed, from his older brother, Paul, who had just about fucked every girl in the their province which is in Cebu, to his own father who fucked his mom at least three nights a week even after twenty five years of marriage, so for Glen who was a closet teen gay it was either have sex with a partner or jerk his big cock off at least once a day!

    As he approached Seventh Street., he noticed that a new adult bookstore had just opened for business, and with nothing else pressing to do, he decided to check it out. There was a sign inside that pointed to a back room that said ‘LIVE DANCERS’ so Glen walked into the back room and entered a booth and closed the door behind him. He put five five peso coin worth into the slot and the screen covering the glass slid up out of the way revealing two young men dancing to the beat of the music that was coming from two big speakers in the corners. Both were entirely naked and shimmering with sweat! They obviously were workout fanatics as they both had perfectly muscled bodies and both sported large thick erections! Moving from booth to booth, they encouraged the men behind the glass screens to slide tips through slots that led to the dance floor where the boys could dig up their money. As one of the boys stopped in front of Glen’s booth he slid one hundred pesos through the opening to the waiting young stud, and for this, Glen was treated to a private little show that included some masturbation. By this time Glen had pulled out his own harden cock and was giving it some nice even strokes as he watched the show.

    While Glen jerk his dick with more passion, he suddenly heard a tap on the left side wall of his booth, and after looking down, to his utter amazement was a hard cock sticking in through a hole that had been cut about crotch high! Now caught up in a high sexual tension, Glen dropped to his knees and took the erect member into his mouth and began sucking like a baby on a nipple. The head was smooth and slick with his saliva and Glen licked the gorgeous shaft from top to bottom, until several minutes later Glen heard a groan coming from the next stall that was quickly followed by his mouth being jetted with thick spurts of hot cum! Swallowing every drop, Glen licked and sucked the head clean and gave it one last loving suck before it was pulled from his mouth and disappeared into the hole in the wall.

    In its place Glen could just make out part of the face of another person on the other side the hole, so after jumping to his feet, he stuck his own pecker through the small opening, and within a second, the head of his dick was being licked and sucked by a total stranger! Who ever was doing the sucking sure knew how to do it, because Glen couldn’t remember ever having such a good suck off! He felt his nut sack tighten as he raced towards his orgasm and while looking out the window of his booth and saw the two boys who had been dancing a few minutes ago, now down of the floor doing 69! It was too much for Glen to take and he blew his load deep into the throat of his anonymous cocksucker, while the two boys putting on the show were also in the process of Cumming all over each others faces. There was hot gay cum everywhere! Glen’s cocksucker was now gently licking his meat clean with soft velvety kisses, but unwillingly he pulled his dick back and stuck back into his pants. As he left the booth he bumped into another man as they left the back room making Glen wonder if he was his unknown suck mate!!! He gave the older man a little longer look than he normally would have, and as a small smile spread across the man’s face and Glen immediately knew that this was the man who had just made his pecker explode in ecstasy! Taking a chance, Glen extended his hand and introduced himself; the stranger grasped it firmly and said, ‘My name is Mark, what can I do for you?’ Josh looked around the dark room and found a little cubby hole off behind the change machine and ordered, ‘Follow me, I have a plan!!!’


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  • Virgin Jitters

    He looked at his reflection in the mirror. He wasn’t imagining it, he was actually trembling which really wasn’t a surprise. Keith had been here before, well in this situation. Out in the other room was Taylor, waiting. As Keith stared at his trembling reflection, he felt sick. His stomach was doing flip flops as he tried to contain his emotions. He liked Taylor, one reason why he was waiting in the other room, his bedroom.

    Still here he was, acting like some stupid ten year old. It wasn’t that he wasn’t horny, his cock was rigid as hell despite the queasy stomach and the pounding in his chest. His nipples were erect, his mouth dry, and there was sweat around the eyebrows too. It was just that he had never gone this far, each time he had found a way to back out, or simply run away.

    Taylor was not just a friend, but fucking hot too. He had all the features that made Keith horny, and also gave him some hot thoughts when he would jerk off alone. That was the story of his young life. Even now, at eighteen, he had yet to touch another man’s cock, to feel it with his fingers, never mind taste it. Hell, the idea of taking it up his ass, was well, frightening. Every time he watched some porn video, he would squirm when they would show some cock pushing into some small tight pink hole. He knew it would hurt, that he would be screaming for whoever to stop.

    This was his fourth or fifth attempt at taking himself off the list of virgins. Until his eighteenth birthday nearly a year ago, he hadn’t a clue about sex, and he supposed that came from simply being too scared of it. All his friends, talked constantly about their conquests. Course most talked about the girls they had made it with, but he wondered how much was true, how much ego building?

    That was Keith’s problem. He thought too much, and while he wasn’t exactly a geek or nerd, his circle of friends wasn’t huge either. It was still a bit of a mystery to him how he and Taylor had even hooked up as friends. After all, Taylor was popular in the entire school. He was a jock, which certainly helped, but he was also a looker. The girls would drool each time he walked by in his tight fitting jeans, his upper body nicely showing in those stretch shirts he wore. They were like a second skin, the way they fit so tightly. Not an ounce of body fat on him, just lots of rippling muscles.

    A sort of dirty blond hair, frosted or streaked. Not like he really knew the technical terms of it. Still it was long enough to raise eyebrows from some school officials, but not long enough for them to really do much. The girls all loved it, as did he. Taylor had piercing eyes, and his nose was a bit hooked and bent, but that was from being broken in some sporting event. He never did find out the details, but it suited him. It wasn’t ugly or mashed in like some, and when he was out of breathe, the way those nostrils would flare were rather exciting.

    Keith still couldn’t figure it out. Hell, all he knew was that in his bedroom right now was the most desirable stud in High School. The girls would die to be able to see what he was about to see, if he ever got the nerve to go into his bedroom. He still couldn’t believe that he hadn’t stayed, to watch Taylor get totally undressed. Instead he had made some lame ass excuse to come in here to strip, missing on Taylor’s strip tease.

    Talk about stupid, because least then he’d have maybe gotten over his fear. It wasn’t that he was scared of being found out. That was over long before Taylor went into his bedroom. The shock of finding out that Taylor was into guys, and more shocking, into him had nearly made him faint. To have a guy like Taylor want him, made some of his fear go away, but here he was, questioning it all again.

    Why the fuck couldn’t he just accept his good fortune? It was a question he had asked before, and then, the answer had made him run away or push away those who had seemed likely candidates for his deflowering. He liked using fancy terms like that, it sort of made him feel calm. The one thing he hated, was to think that he was just some sex animal, looking for cheap sex. He was also a romantic, which is one more reason he couldn’t believe he was in the bathroom, naked and trembling. Taylor had done it all the right way, the romantic way. So why was he so scared?

    He shook his head, stared at his reflection and waited for his idiot mind to give him an answer. It wasn’t that he was ugly, or fat or too thin even. In all honesty he didn’t look that bad, even naked. His legs weren’t like sticks, and his arms had some muscle to them. His body was lean, a little bit of baby fat still there, despite his age. His face was lean, the eyes dark and his hair wasn’t too short either. There wasn’t a ton of zits, or pot marks either, so why the fuck did he feel like he wasn’t good enough to get laid?

    Looking at his crotch, he couldn’t help but see the rigid lines of his veins around his cock. It was hard, as it should be, because just outside that fucking closed door, was a naked stud named Taylor. He always had dreamed of him, had even whacked off to fantasies of him and Taylor, so why couldn’t he just suck it up, and go out there? No fantasies, no imagined moments, just all real. And it was as he had dreamed of, of having Taylor pursue him, come to him, and yes, romance him.

    Tonight hadn’t even been planned. Taylor had just showed up, a pizza box in one hand, a bunch of flowers in the other hand. He had two DVDs on top of the pizza box, and had simply walked in when Keith had opened the door. It was like out of some movie, the way they had eaten the pizza sitting together on the chesterfield.

    Their conversation had been about school, about the upcoming graduation ceremony and how they were looking forward to college. Taylor even talked about how it would be scary, to be leaving home, but how it would be fun to meet new friends. It was the normal chat of friends, and he had been feeling relaxed, enjoying the unexpected company on a Friday evening. The flowers had been a mystery, until they finished the pizza and the first DVD had begun.

    His mouth had dropped open as he saw the title flash across the screen, realizing it was a porn flick, and gay at that. He didn’t know until that moment that Taylor had known he was gay, but as he tried to act unconcerned, he had felt Taylor’s hand on his knee, and he had to turn to face him. That was when Taylor gave him the flowers. They were beautiful actually and like a typical Queen, he had rushed to put them in water.

    It was in the kitchen, while he was filling up a vase, that it all came out in the open. He found out how Taylor had always been attracted to him, and the way he had told Keith about it, was romantic, and exciting. It felt strange to be told how someone liked you, how they tried to find ways to be alone with you. He had never really guessed before, which made it all the more exciting for him. Still, it was scary too, but nothing to how frightened he felt when they sat to watch the video.

    The first scene was showing, when Taylor moved closer to him, began to touch him, and just get closer. A dime couldn’t slip through the places where their bodies touched, Taylor was that close. It was odd, at how he began to quicken his breathing, afraid to move, yet enjoying the close contact. The way Taylor just seemed to slowly melt into him, to become part of his whole body. He swore to himself that he could actually hear Taylor’s heart beating, hear every single beat as they sat there, watching some Bel Ami studs going at it.

    Somehow or other, he had found himself being kissed, fondled even. It was an amazing feeling, one that made him break out into a cold sweat. He was squirming while Taylor touched him, felt his cock even. That wasn’t a first for him, but this was definitely the most exhilarating feeling he ever had when someone groped at him. He was breathing hard, and somehow his shirt had been opened. Keith had felt the hands moving up and down his chest, touching and caressing his skin. The way the fingers would move around his nipples, teasing them and then pinching them.

    Taylor was certainly no virgin. He knew how to make him feel weak at the knees. Before he even knew it, they were in his bedroom. Taylor was already taking his shirt off, smiling at Keith in a way that made him want to cum right then and there. It was an amazing feeling, to have those eyes staring at him, so full of desire, lust even. Yet when he pulled the condoms out, placing them on his nightstand, it all suddenly changed. His fear took hold, and he felt himself going into a panic.

    He had never gone that far, never even really done much that some petting, and that was fully dressed. The notion of his hands, rubbing Taylor’s body, of caressing him made him shake as he made some excuse, rushing into the bathroom while Taylor continued to undress. He had said something that sounded like don’t be long, that only made him pant once he got inside his bathroom.

    The fear was taking hold. He didn’t know how to move, to go out and do what he had been desiring for years. He had the perfect partner, the ideal person to take him for the first time, and he was standing like an idiot in front of mirror, shaking. His mind was confused, his body ready and his heart was threatening to break out of his chest, and all he could think of, was how to hide in the bathroom. It was insane, but he couldn’t move from his spot, which is why he didn’t hear the door open.

    The draft made him shake even more, and he suddenly felt the hairs on his arms standing up. He knew, without looking, that Taylor was there, that he was looking at him from the doorway. He wanted to look, but couldn’t. He was too busy holding onto the sink, trying to not let Taylor see his body trembling. The silence was killing him, and his mind was no help. All he could do was glance up to the mirror, to stare at his chalk white face, to look at his fear as it surrounded him.

    Then he saw the arm, saw the other reflection as the body moved slowly into the room, and moved to stand behind him. He saw the frost streaked blond hair, nestled around the neck. The strands looking perfect, the eyes twinkling as Taylor continued to slowly walk in. He didn’t say a word, and Keith couldn’t. His lips were trembling worse than his body, as he tried to keep them together.

    He jumped as Taylor laid one hand on his shoulder, and moved to stand behind him. The touch was electrifying, making him tremble even more. The rested lightly on his shoulder, then slowly moved along the arm, and then underneath it. It moved down his shaking side, making him twitch a little. Then he watched in awe, as Taylor stood right behind him. He felt his body heat, felt his flesh as it slowly touched his.

    The hand now moved down further, to his thigh as he watched Taylor peer over at him, then lower his head and lean forward. The press of Taylor’s lips on the back of his neck only added to his shaking. His nerves were coiled and on edge, as he felt the light kiss that grew harder with each one. Taylor now reached around with his other arm, and circled Keith’s waist. He held him tight, as he kissed the neck and then near the shoulder. Keith was panting, his breathing making his lungs ache. He still couldn’t move, as Taylor moved his other arm to meet his first. He held Keith tightly, bringing his body back into his own.

    Keith felt the hard press of Taylor’s cock against the back of his leg, then felt it slide between his legs, and under his shuddering buttocks. His body was a mass of quivers, as Taylor continued to kiss him, to lick even at his neck. He felt the tongue under his ear, felt it lick at the lobe, then around it and on top. He felt his body sinking backwards, as Taylor licked inside his ear. He felt the rush of air or was it his heat thundering? He couldn’t stop shaking as Taylor just kissed him, and held him tightly.

    The aches in his groin was unbelievable. He felt his cock grow even stiffer, as Taylor’s hands moved down his stomach. Still holding him, still pulling him lightly back, he felt the fingers spread out, and caress his stomach. Then they were at his belly, rubbing him and the kissing on his neck, under his ear, was more intense.

    He moaned, as he felt the hard press under his buttocks. The press of Taylor’s knees into the back of his own legs, his stomach pressing hard up against his back. For a minute he thought he felt the muscles rippling as his back leaned further into the rigid stomach. His breath was ragged, his heart was beating wildly as he felt the hands moving down, and he realized that Taylor was about to touch him. The first hand to ever touch his naked cock, and his whole body shook.

    The excitement was unbelievable. One second it felt like nirvana, the next like hell. Every muscle was taut, every nerve was waiting as the fingers slowly drove down, touching his pubic hairs, twirling them and running across them. The finger tips dug in lightly, making his buttocks shoot backwards, making Taylor’s cock slide further forward. He heard himself whimpering, heard his own voice muttering, as Taylor held him tight now. The kisses were hard and urgent as the fingers reached down, and the tip of one brushed against the root of his cock.

    Keith cried out, feeling the desire inside of him, feeling his body shudder. He was lost, confused as Taylor pressed his own body into Keith’s. He could feel his passion, feel it in how his fingers ran lightly across the hard cock. His moans were loud now as he felt the hands suddenly leave his groin, and reach up to grip his shoulders. He was quickly turned around, so he faced Taylor. Before he could speak, his lips were being pressed up against Taylor’s. His mouth opened, and the tongue was digging deep inside, licking at the roof of his mouth. The hands were once more moving up and down his side, occasionally moving across to touch at his throbbing pole. His body continued to quake, as he felt the hands at his hips. They quickly grasped his hips, wrapped tightly and in an instant he felt his body being lifted up and his tushies was now lifted above the sink cabinet.

    With one effortless motion, Taylor had lifted him up off his feet, and sat him down on the sink cabinet. He stared at the man before him, who smiled at him, and kissed him hard several times on the lips. Then it all changed.

    Taylor began to kiss under Keith’s chin. He had just moved in closer, and Keith felt his cock rub up against Taylor’s belly. It made him groan, and he knew that his precum was oozing out. He couldn’t stop it, nor did he want to as he felt the waves of pleasure coming from everywhere. His whole body was still trembling, but not as noticeably, as Taylor kissed his neck, then licked at the hollow underneath. He felt the tongue as it slid down, licking the few chest hairs he had in the hollow of his chest. His lungs were aching, and he could hear the heavy panting sounds of his own desire, as Taylor seemed to just keep on licking him.

    He felt the tongue flick at one nipple, then another. He felt the teeth graze the tip of one nipple, then suddenly bite down on the surrounding flesh, and pull up. He cried out, yelped really, but felt himself shaking with excitement. It hurt and yet it didn’t, as Taylor continued to suck on his nipple. The sounds were amazing, as his whole body was stiffening. No more shakes, no more wild trembles, as he felt his balls growing and getting ready. It was like when he jerked himself, only more intense. The feelings were all a thousand times more intense, more vibrant, as he felt the head under his chin.

    Moving slowly at first, Taylor had licked both nipples, now he was sliding his head down, his hands up near the shoulders, rubbing and caressing the warm flesh. His head moved down and Keith felt Taylor’s hot breath on his crotch, felt it blow across his throbbing cock. He felt his muscles tensing even more, felt his nerves tingling in ways he didn’t understand. His legs were growing numb, as he felt the blood rushing to his cock.

    Keith knew he couldn’t hold on much longer. Every fibre inside was screaming at him, urging him to shoot, to release the pressure that was building up inside. Taylor must have sensed it, or maybe it was his experience, but his head was now licking at his belly, then at the insides of his thighs. He felt his nose as he licked at the inside thigh. The nostrils were flaring, and he could feel each snort of air that was exhaled. He felt his body shake, as his cock would push past those lean cheeks.

    When he thought he couldn’t take it anymore, he felt the pressure jump ten fold inside of his heart and lungs. He felt the press of lips on the head of his dripping cock . At the same time he felt the sudden pressure of Taylor’s hand around the base of the cock. He groaned, his head leaned backwards, as the lips began to move down his shaft.

    Every vein along his cock was throbbing. He swore he could feel it, as the blood rushed back and forth. His cock ached, its skin stretched taut by his desire and his erection. His balls were slung upwards, as he felt Taylor’s lips sliding down and down his whole cock. He couldn’t believe the feelings inside, the way it made his heart skip several beats, then pound faster inside his chest. He ached all over, as he heard himself snort, his lungs desperate for oxygen.

    The moans and groans were not just his. He could hear Taylor’s own vocal sounds. He felt the fingers tighten around his cock, as he let himself lean back. His own hands gripped the edge of the cabinet tightly, as his whole body shuddered, then grew very rigid. He felt Taylor’s body shiver a little, then he felt the mouth going faster over his cock. He felt the tongue underneath, felt the saliva inside of Taylor’s mouth, as his cock was swallowed hole. Every inch was buried inside of Taylor’s mouth, and he couldn’t hold back any longer. The pain was too intense, as he felt himself exploding.

    Keith felt his balls suddenly release their precious milk. He felt his cock head rear back as he heard his voice yelling, exclaiming that he was cumming. He cried out, felt the echoes bounce off the walls of the bathroom, as his cock head flew forwards. He felt the pressure tighten, felt the muscles at the back of Taylor’s throat expand, and in that millisecond, he felt his body rock and quiver as the first thick load of cum came flying out of his cock.

    He heard the low moan, the sound of liquid being swallowed. He felt like the room was spinning. The ceiling looked like the floor, the walls seemed to be slanted, and there were flashing stars and streaks of light, as he tried to focus. His body was suddenly pitched forward, his cock driven even deeper into Taylor’s mouth, as he came. The lights were amazing, as he sat there, shaking and trembling with each release of his cum.

    Taylor’s mouth was slowly pulling back. Cum was dripping out from the corners of his lips, as he leaned back, letting Keith’s cock slowly come free. The sounds were still reverberating in the small room, as Keith finally opened his eyes to see Taylor leaning backwards. He watched as he slowly lowered himself onto the floor, his back resting against the bathtub. He saw the eyes, saw the desire still burning brightly. He noticed the dried cum around Taylor’s lips, as he too leaned back. His back ached, but so did his ass. It was a different ache and as he looked over at Taylor, he knew that soon he’d no longer be a virgin, in every respect.


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