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  • A Cumming Out Of A Sort

    So this is where it is going to go;

    I am going to tell you about my self, my love for cock and how I go about getting it. I am not a size queen and I am not gay. If you were to give me the option of sucking cock or eating pussy, I could not chose between the two of them, if that makes me Bisexual, then that is what I am.

    My first sexual experience was with a woman, I was in my mid-teens and so was she; in retrospect, she was the initiator, taking me into her room and kissing me. Things took the natural route for two hormone-charged teens and before we knew it, the sun was coming up indicating that it was morning and time for the walk of shame.

    My first gay sex was with a fellow that I worked with. He and I had done some serious chatting about sexuality. This was the summer following the first time and I was having no luck getting laid and was very horny. Levis was a nice person, openly gay but not effeminate. He was willing to tell a quizzical youth all the tricks of having sex with men and this youth was open to all talks of sex! It was not too long after, that during one of our talks; we got a little drunk and being closer to his house went there for a nightcap. After another drink and some more chatting he made up the couch for me to sleep (not wanting to debauch a virgin boy, so he said) but being slightly drunk and very randy, I continued to chat from the living room with him, despite his warnings to the contrary. He said that he would have to tie me down and beat me. Well, something inside of me said, ‘Go ahead’ and, well, he did.

    Before I knew what was happening I was bound and being spanked, and loving it, because he kept reminding me of my erection. It was also obvious that this binding of me was something that he wanted as well. I could tell this from his erection. His penis was a much bigger version of mine and it was a very nice sight, dangling in front of my face-I’m sure he wanted to see what I would do with it-well I didn’t let him down as I opened my mouth and let it slide into my throat. With that one move I opened myself to a whole other realisation, the feel of a cock sliding in and out of my mouth has become something that almost daily I crave. It was also something that he was looking for as he stopped spanking me and took control of my mouth and head; he started to tell me how to lick and suck a cock, slowly around the head and under the rim, splitting the pee slit and getting all of the sweet precum that was my reward. He told me how to deep-throat and to lick his balls. He showed me a few techniques, and then had me perform them on him. He was a wonderful teacher, as well as a lover.

    By the time the sun was coming up, I was in love with his cock. We fell asleep and when I woke, the first thing that I did was to take his cock into my mouth and wake him with all that I had learned during the night. He responded and gave me a mouthful of cum that I swallowed with relish, he bent down and gave me a kiss and thanked me for the wonderful way that I woke him up. We spent the next week together, with him showing me all the different aspects of male love. By the end of the week, I was his slave, willing to do anything he asked me to, as long as I got his cock. He asked me if I would like to meet some of his friends that were coming that weekend, to which I answered most absolutely.

    The Friday approached, and the bunch of us went out for dinner, just so that we could have a good time without any actual sex getting in the way.

    The discussions were many and varied from the upcoming elections, to the strange weather, to the prevailing attitudes about sex, drugs and rock and roll.

    So we shuffled off in the direction of one of the clubs that littered the area. On the way I gave Levis a couple of those I want you looks and a deep loving kiss to which he gave me a glance that promised a whole lot when we got back to his place; little did I know we would never get there.

    We got to the club and immediately went to the dance floor, shedding our coats on the way. The floor was packed with writhing bodies and we joined in the festivities with abandon, not knowing whom we danced with and caring even less. As it turned out this was a gay club. The atmosphere was heady and hedonistic as the beat of the music took over and the floor pulsed with a tribal rhythm. It was a little while after we had been there that the wine started to take effect on us. The music and the wine had an almost magical effect on each of us and we started to dance as shaman; soon we had a large crowd surrounding us as we ground against each other’s bodies. With the opening of a space into which we could dance, the group of us were putting on a show, and soon we had a few others join in-regulars or so they said-and we were being guided into the dark, back corner of the dance floor. In that corner of the club, it was private and we continued our little show, only now it was in earnest as the delicious feeling the wine gave washed any sort of morals or embarrassment away.

    I was unbuttoning Levis’ shirt and pulling him to me with the sleeves, as he got close enough to touch, I snaked my tongue over his chest and down his belly. I could feel someone’s hands on my hips moving with the music and reaching around to my belt, slowly undoing it and snaking it out of the loops. As this was going on behind me, I was getting more daring with my man in front of me. Levis was having his pants undone from unknown hands, but I was still holding on to the front of him. It was as if I had staked a claim to him, ‘no one touches him until I am finished’ seemed to be the unwritten but understood rule for the moment anyway. As his pants dropped to his ankles, his erect penis flopped out for all to see, I could hear moans of approval and was quite happy, as he was mine, or so I thought. I had no idea that I was to be taking that cock and so much more.

    As his pants fell to the floor and he stepped out of them, I dropped to my knees and started to tongue the end of his penis, tickling the underside of it and licking the sweet goo that was coming out the pee-slit. I was giving him all the tricks he taught me, licking the balls, running my tongue around just the head, sucking just the head into my mouth and popping it out over tight lips, I gave him one of the best blow jobs ever, I could hear cheers of encouragement from the small crowd that was gathered around us. Levis was really getting into the attention to his cock, when he came in my mouth. I let some of the cum run out of my mouth and down my chin but swallowed the most of it. I looked very slutty with a man’s sperm running down my chin in a very public place!

    Before I had a chance to do anything else there was another cock in my view, this one attached to a body that was very hairy and had quite the manly scent. I had never encountered this before and it rather took me aback, but only for a moment, as I was feeling very randy and willing to do anything. Before that chance arose, the group of us that had been shuffled to the back corner were now moved again, this time to a private room that seemed to be used for small parties the like of which we had just started.

    Hanging from the ceiling was something that I had no idea what its purpose was; a leather strap and chain apparatus that was shaped like the letter ‘A’

    . Along with Levis, myself and the large hairy cock, there was about another dozen and half men; none of whom I knew, but all had started to move around the apparatus to get a better view of whatever they thought was about to unfold.

    By this time, I was totally out of my mind with desire, quite probably from the wine but I did not care. I was completely naked by this time and not the least bit aware of my state. The group of men had started to look to me as the centre of attraction, something that I took as a compliment. One of them, a very studly looking man had taken my hand and led me towards the hanging leather sling. He was telling me that this was a good thing and from the feelings coursing through my body, it was going to be. I told him that I was feeling no pain and he said that he knew and everything was going to be OK, just let him and Levis take care of me. I said ok and gave myself over to the feelings.

    They took me by my legs and shoulders and laid me into the sling, my ass higher than my head and my legs up in the air wrapped around the chains. The stud took out some bracelets, wrapped them around my ankles and hooked them to the chains so that I was unable to move my legs. Levis did the same to my wrists, immobilising my arms. While he was locking my arms, his cock dangled in front of me and I tried to get it in my mouth. That drew some applause from the gathered, now naked crowd. I took this as a challenge and continued to go for the hardening cock in front of me. Levis bent down, kissed me and said that I was to relax and be a good boy. He continued to tell me that I would get all the cock that I wanted and then some, all I had to do was ask for it.

    I yelled out at the top of my voice’give me your cock now, fuck me’ to which he slid his still hardening cock in my mouth. The stud was running his hands over my exposed ass and legs, every once and a while teasing my balls with a finger or sliding one in my tight asshole. The sensations when he did that made me tense up and raise my ass off the sling. That also made the cock in my mouth go deeper into my throat, I could feel his balls on the bridge of my nose, I had never had that much in my mouth but it felt like there was still room for more.

    The stud was continuing his exploration of my ass and balls, only this time with his tongue. The sensations were totally out of this world and I was soon forgetting about the cock in my mouth. He had pushed his tongue into my ass and was fucking me with the tip, he had also slid a finger into my ass and with that was stroking opposite of his tongue. The feelings running through my ass were completely new to me; Levis had never done that to me.

    The stud was working another finger into my tight ass; he now had three working their way up to the third joint. This was something that was incredible, two men giving me their complete attention in front of another 15 or so. Levis was giving me all of his cock and I took it until, he once again exploded in my mouth. I gulped and tried to swallow it all but there was just too much, and it ran down my cheek.

    With his cock out of my mouth, I was able to pay more attention to the feelings emanating from my groin. He had worked another finger into the now slightly looser asshole and had pulled out from somewhere a bottle of what smelled like chemicals. He pulled his fingers out of my ass and leaned up, stuck the bottle under my nose and told me to breathe in deeply. The instant that I had, the top of my head felt as if it blew off. At the very same moment, his cock went into my ass and I was in heaven! I had thought that Levis had a big cock but this guy’s was so much bigger, and he filled me right to the bottom of my being. I could not feel his balls and was wondering if he was all the way in when he started to pull out. Slowly he removed his cock until only the tip was still in and then he started to push back. I met his push with a shove of my own and soon I could feel his balls tickling my asscheeks and I was completely full. When he knew that I was stuffed he let it rest in my ass for a moment so that I could get used to the stretch, while he waited someone else took Levis’ place at my mouth.

    This was a new experience for me, cocks when I wanted them.

    I opened my mouth and snaked my tongue around his balls, sucking one in.

    They were heavy, plum-like and very hairy, again something that I had not run into before. I let the ball pop out and continued licking back to his ass, the taste was something else, a combination of sweat, piss and that man scent that comes from getting worked up. I revelled in the aroma of this man and let him slid into my mouth. He had a thick short cock that stretched my lips out around him making me look like one of those plastic fuck dolls, and boy did he fuck me! There I was, slung between two cocks buried deep inside me and loving it. We started to get a rhythm going so that when one was in the other was out and it felt like I was sliding along a pole-I am sure that is what it looked like as well. It was not very long until the cock in my mouth started to swell and spurt jism in my throat, he was deep enough that I did not spill any this time. The crowd of naked men around us had now lined up next to my head waiting their turn to fill my mouth. I was to suck cock for hours or so it seemed. At the same time that my mouth was being used as a filling station, my ass was getting some new attention. The great looking stud that had buried himself deep inside had come at the same time as the hairy guy, filling me up. He had stepped aside and some new fellow with a thinner cock had plunged in and was taking his pleasure with my ass.

    He was going for the long haul, taking deep strokes that I felt every inch of as they filled me. After a couple of minutes of this long, deep fucking, he came inside my ass.

    The next person knocking at my ass took a different approach, he started the same way as the first person, fingering me and easily getting four in up to the knuckles. At the same time as he was putting the fourth digit in me someone had put that bottle of hair raising stuff under my nose and said to breathe again, muttering something about popping or something like that. I was not listening all that well at that very particular instance because as I took a breath there was a tearing feeling in my ass as his whole hand passed through my sphincter. If I could have screamed I would have, the pain was something that was out of this world. I could feel his hand flexing inside of me stretching me a little at a time. It was after a few moments of this slow stretching he was able to close his hand into a fist and at that moment, all I could see in front of my eyes were stars going off like small fireworks.

    The crowd of men had, by this time, used my mouth and filled me or covered my chest with their sperm. I was a sticky, slippery mess and I loved it! I am not sure how many cocks I had sucked or how many times I felt someone’s sperm hit my belly, but I am sure everyone but one had used me. The only one that had not cum yet was the fellow that was in my ass; he had greased up his hand and arm and had taken up ownership of my ass. He was sliding his arm into me with a rhythm that was taking me to new heights of pleasure. I could feel the ball of his fist as it slid in and out of my now slacked asshole. The little bottle had made appearance after appearance, and soon I was floating on a cloud of pure sexual euphoria that few experience, I am sure.

    Te by now unreal feelings centring on my ass were taking me to levels of pleasure that I had never felt and one that I had no desire to leave. I had stopped letting my mouth get filled and focused all of my attention on the sensations in and around my ass.

    The crowd had thinned out and there was only Levis, the great looking stud, the fellow with his arm up my ass and one of the biggest cocks I had ever seen, attached to a very hairy body. There had seemed to be some sort of unspoken word as to the order of things now that there was only the four of them left.

    I was still hanging in the sling, my ass well greased and I was able to slide my body weight and make the whole thing swing. I told the big cock to stand by my mouth and let him fill me up once I got swinging again. I had gotten to like the situation that I was in and revelled in the feelings of cock and fist running in and out of my body. Levis was helping me suck on the monster cock and balls as well as kissing me, something that turned the monster into a swelling, jerking mansicle. The stud and the arm were working my ass over very nicely; they would take turns reaching the bottom of my ass with either of their appendages. After a while, they had gotten an idea and soon they were both inside of me, a beautiful thick cock and an arm that were working with each other to get me to come.

    This doubling up at both ends was just too intense for any extended length of time, and before long the mansicle, which Levis and I were sucking on exploded giving us a nice thick cum washing over our faces. I licked all of that cum off Levis and kissed him deeply passing some to him.

    The two in my ass had switched their approach to me and now both of them had their arms in my ass. I did not even feel the stretch that was needed for that to happen, let alone know that it happened. It took a bit of doing, but they had gotten a rhythm going where one was pushing and the other was pulling out of my ass; when their hands met at my sphincter, I could feel a tug on my insides. After what seemed like forever, they stopped, pulled both of their hands out, waited a second to regrease, then joined their hands together, and pushed. The colours that popped in front of my eyes were intense, my own little firework show! The feeling of the two fists, actually the one huge fist, was out of this world. They really got into the final fucking of my loose ass and buried themselves up to the elbow alternating for the little push further until they both were up to the mid bicep and I was in fisting heaven.

    Let me tell you, that when two large fists work a virgin ass for two or three hours, the feelings you are left with are beyond words. I felt them let go of each other’s hand and slowly the stud pulled his arm out, leaving with a popping sound. The lovely man with the fist finally pulled his hand out of my ass and let me float back down to earth.

    It took a few minutes but then Levis and the stud removed me from the sling and wrapped me in a blanket. Then we all got into the shower to remove the sweat and cum from our bodies. After drying off and replacing our clothes, I found out that the big hairy cock was the owner of the club and the two that had my ass were friends from dinner. We went out to the bar where the owner poured us all a round of drinks and we chatted for a while. By this time, the club had been empty for a few hours and we were all alone, the owner disappeared for a few moments and then returned with a videocassette in his hand.

    He said that all of the goings on in the sling room were monitored on closed circuit television and taped for insurance purposes. He also said that he had just had one of the most intense sexual encounters in a long time and wanted us to have a copy of the whole experience. Imagine my surprise when this all came out. I was now on videotape in some strangers’

    library for all to see and there was nothing I could do about it. That is another story!


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  • Signed Sealed and

    Morgan finished addressing the envelope. He stood back, seeing his scrawl across the fine linen paper. He smiled at the small crest, beside the return address of the custom stationary, realizing that he was turning his back on all that, and more.

    ‘It’s finished, want to see?’ he said, turning around to stare at Chris, his roommate. He couldn’t help but feel a small catch in his throat as he said it, as he looked at the slouching 6ft dark haired Adonis that had been the catalyst, that had changed his life so drastically. Or would, once he sent off the letter, sitting next to the envelope.

    Chris looked up from his huge book, and stared at Morgan. His face was angular, a tuft of hair hung over one eyebrow, giving him a rather rakish look. There wasn’t anything special about the face, or his features. He had ear length dark hair, the curled at the edges. His nose was a bit crooked from being broken a few times, his lips were pale and thin. He had a decent body, not skinny, not muscular either. He wasn’t overweight, had long legs that Morgan loved to feel wrapped around his own slender body.

    He truly enjoyed their time together, the way that everyday living together seemed to just flow naturally around their own needs. Chris had his space, and he gave Morgan his, but in times of stress, he was somehow always there, beside him. Chris knew when to touch him, when to stay clear of him. No one, not even his Nanny, had that knack, but Chris had it. It was part of why he loved him so much, but it went deeper than that.

    There might be nothing unique about Chris, until you looked into his eyes. Then you could see that there was a lot more to him than just being good looking. His eyes were smooth as glass, clear and always looking. They never seemed to stand still, but were always searching. The first time he had looked hard into Chris’ eyes, he had felt his heart pound, felt his whole body shiver, as if something dark and mysterious had touched his very soul.

    Chris wasn’t an athlete, but together the two of them would go jogging at the ungodly hour of 5am. Rain or shine, they would don their running gear, and go for a run around the campus, making only one stop on the way home. It was at the local Starbucks, where they would get a coffee, a regular one too and not one of those double this or triple that. Then slurping the hot liquid, they would head home.

    It was during those jogs, that Morgan felt closest to Chris. Not like they talked much during those two hour jogs, but then they didn’t seem to need words, to know what the other was thinking, or needing. He couldn’t explain it, but it was early on, in one of their morning jogs, that Morgan realized Chris knew about him. Somehow, without saying a word, or even a telling glance, Chris knew Morgan was gay. In truth, Morgan rarely even admitted to it, to himself, but that morning, he knew Chris knew.

    That was also the morning when he had his first real gay sexual encounter. The routine had been to alternate who would shower first, which worked out fine, but that morning, while it had been his turn, Chris just showed up, as Morgan was stepping into the shower stall. He was surprised, embarrassed a little because of his erection, but Chris merely dropped his own towel, and guided him into the shower.

    As Chris put his book down, and sauntered over to stand behind Morgan, all he could think of was that morning, when Chris showed him how much he was in love with him. It was a shower he would never forget, but then, these days it was also part of their morning routine. There was no turns now, they would come back from their jog, then head straight to the bathroom, strip and climb into the shower together.

    It was where Morgan would get his first real morning kiss, his morning grope. No matter how the day was, dull or rainy or sunny, it was the morning shower that always made Morgan feel so alive, so ready for the day. The jog might get the heart pumping, but the touch of Chris’ hands on his naked body, the feel of his lips pressing against his mouth, were what really got his blood churning. It was that connection, that made him shiver, made him relish the new day. Screw the weather, he would think, as he would feel Chris’ hands digging into his cheeks, feeling his crotch digging into Chris’ own groin. The day was always perfect, once the shower doors closed behind them.

    For over two and half years they had shared a room together, and a life. They had their ups and downs too, but it always ended with them back in each other’s arms. Morgan had a few flings at first, then during one of their jogs, it just seemed he no longer cared about other guys. It just hit him, and as he had jogged, wondering how to see if Chris also felt that way, he suddenly felt his hand being taken by Chris. He turned his face, to stare into those eyes, and it was perhaps one of the few times that the eyes simply stared into his, sparkling and shimmering in a way he had never seen before.

    Their hands locked together as they continued to jog, no words being spoken other than through their eyes. They knew the route by heart, their legs and bodies seemed to know every twist and turn without being told, and for quite a distance they simply let their bodies work on auto pilot, as their souls seemed to meet. It was a strange experience, but when their hands broke apart, Morgan knew that Chris was only interested in him, and he in Chris. It was somehow settled, and from that moment on, neither of them ever went looking for others, neither one ever accepted the advances of someone else. It was like being married, without the words being said.

    As he felt Chris touch his shoulder, he leaned back to feel his partner’s warmth. The touch, the closeness made Morgan feel at ease, at peace with himself. He could hear Chris reading the letter, mouthing the words. He waited, knowing exactly where Chris was at in his reading, waiting for the one part.

    The hand on his shoulder tightened, and Morgan knew that Chris was re-reading that one paragraph. He could feel the tension, feel the fingers applying more pressure to his shoulder as he read it over and over again. The words were silently being mouthed, he knew that too, as he sat back, waiting. He could feel the tension rise and fall, feel it replaced by something else, as the touch grew more intense, but less painful. It was a connection he could feel, deep inside of him, as Chris stood back upright. His hand still resting on Morgan’s shoulder.

    ‘You didn’t mince words, that’s for sure, positive you want to be that definite?’

    Morgan twisted around in his chair. He saw the eyes peering down at him, then glance to the letter, then back. He felt the love, felt it around him and around Chris, as he let himself smile, trying to hide his own nervousness, his own tension.

    ‘It is how I feel, how I have felt for a long time now, I have no regrets, they both need to know that.’

    Chris smiled, as he let his hand run lightly through Morgan’s hair, gently caressing him. Morgan leaned back, his head resting against Chris’ chest as he felt his head being caressed. His body was quivering to the gentle touch. Every nerve inside was jangling, reacting to the feel of love that came with each caress.

    ‘Sending them that, you give them no choice but to do what they threatened, sure you want to do that? It’s a hell of a lot to give up’

    Chris’ voice trailed off, and he could see worry in his lover’s face. He knew that Chris would do anything he asked, even do what Morgan’s parents had asked, if Morgan wanted him to. He also knew, that his parents had tried every trick in the book to protect their name, to get Chris to leave Morgan. Looking up at him, he smiled, knowing about the bribe they offered, knowing too how Chris had ripped the cashier’s cheque up, then burned it, in front of his parent’s lawyer.

    His parents had done their best to split them up, their last threat had been the final straw for Morgan. Chris had never asked him to, but he knew how proud it had made Chris feel, when Morgan had told him about the letter he was going to write, about how he had enough. Yes, it would cost him, and they had discussed it for several nights, but he had made up his mind. There was more to life than money and besides, he wasn’t stupid either.

    In a rare moment, he had surprised Chris with the news that he had always known he was different, that while he never had admitted it to himself, really, he had still learned to protect himself. His allowances had been hefty, but he never had wanted much. He had enough saved, in various investments that if he chose, he wouldn’t have to work, but he wanted to. Besides, he was graduating third in his law class, and whether he joined the family firm or not, there were other firms eager to hire him, knowing he was gay.

    ‘No, not really. It’s only money, and we can always get that, not like either of us are incapable of earning a damn good living.’

    ‘It isn’t the money I am talking about.’

    ‘I know, but in all honesty, there never was much of a family bond, I have no recollections of time with either of them. They were always off somewhere, at some affair, on some jaunt to somewhere. There really is nothing for me to be missing, Katie and Patrick were the one’s who raised me, while they played power brokers. Kate is long gone now, and Patrick, well he no longer even remembers me. There is no one to miss.’

    He felt rather sad as he spoke about his Nanny and her husband. He was nice old man, suffering from the ravages of old age now, and the loss of his Katie. She had always been there for him, while Patrick had done what a father would do. He had played catch with him, taught him about fishing, and about life too. Patrick had never worked for his father, but he had come every weekend, to play with his Katie’s adopted son.

    It was from them both, that he learned about love, about values that mattered. He missed Katie, the way she would talk to him, always treating him like a person, not a possession, not a job either. It was her he went to when he had nightmares, when he had problems. It was Patrick that taught him that being a man wasn’t about who you screwed, but was one who stood for something.

    He missed their talks, but he wouldn’t miss the few conversations he had with his parents. Inside he felt nothing for either his mother or father. They were just names of people he really didn’t know. Despite all the years, he had to admit, they were more like strangers to him, than Katie or her family had been. Morgan felt the sadness inside, but then he felt his head being tilted back, Chris had his fingers under his chin.

    Staring up, he saw the eyes, moist and full of love. His heart thumped a bit, as Chris lowered his head, and kissed him lightly on the lips. The touch was amazing. The sadness inside, seemed to just disappear. Instead he felt a warmth taking its place, filling him with happiness.

    ‘Katie would be proud of you.’

    The tears welled up in his own eyes, as he stood up and let himself fall into Chris’ open arms. He felt the strong arms encircle him, hold him and bringing him in tightly. He could feel Chris’ heart beating and felt his love touching him all over. He sighed, as he let his head nestle into the crook of Chris’ shoulder.

    Morgan stood there for several minutes, then he lifted his head off of Chris, and looked once more into his eyes. They were clear now, sparkling and crystal clear. The love was real, he could feel it, and the vision of Chris tearing up that cheque, filled him with a strange sense of being. Even for him, used to large sums of money, the size of the cheque had surprised him. To know that it hadn’t taken Chris a minute to tear it up, to not even hesitate in destroying a chance for him to live on easy street for the rest of his life, was a powerful statement.

    ‘She’d be proud of you too, just as I am’

    Morgan felt Chris reach around, and in one second he felt himself being lifted off his feet. He put his arms around Chris’ neck, as Chris hefted him up to cradle him in his arms. He saw the eyes soften, saw the liquid at the corners, and he knew that Chris was proud of him too. He saw his eyes flutter, then felt the hard kiss on his lips.

    It was like being in a dream, as Chris carried him gently into their bedroom. He felt the love, felt the hard beat of Chris’ heart as they entered their room, and he opened his eyes. The room was dark, but Chris didn’t bang a thing, as he walked around the side, and slowly laid Morgan down on the bed, on Chris’ side of the bed.

    Chris turned towards the night table, and pulled out a tea light candle. A match flared as he lit it and placed it under the pot Pourri burner. Another match flared, and the long tapered candle flickered into life. Slowly Chris turned back, glancing down at Morgan. He stepped back, and removed his shirt, then bent down to remove his socks. He unbuckled his belt, and unzipped his pants, letting them drop to his ankles. Stepping out, Morgan stared at the tented shorts, and he too quickly removed his shirt, and undid his pants, sliding them off his own body. He kicked out with his feet, to send them off the bed, but not once did he let his eyes leave Chris’ face.

    Chris held his eyes, looking deep inside and Morgan could feel his heart racing. His lungs began to ache, as did the rest of his body, as Chris slowly pushed his shorts down. He watched as Morgan’s eyes followed the motion, stopped and stared at the rock solid uncut cock that was suddenly staring at Morgan. Licking his lips, Morgan glanced back up at Chris.

    A thin warm smile crossed his face, the flickering shadows of the candle adding to his natural beauty. Morgan sighed, as Chris climbed onto the bed, straddling Morgan’s body. His hands moved down, gripped the underwear and pushed them down and lifted his body up, to slide them past. Morgan shook a little as he brought his knees up, to let Chris slide the shorts up and over, to let them rest around the ankles. Morgan pulled his feet out, and with one swift kick, sent them off the bed. His knees were still up, cradling Chris’ backside.

    He felt the warmth, as Chris leaned against his legs. His eyes now travelled up and down Morgan’s naked body. Morgan felt the love, the passion too, as he just watched the eyes, watching them sparkle and flicker. He saw the way the candle light danced across the towering young man, feeling like he was in some movie.

    Chris placed his hands on either side of Morgan. He leaned forward, his hair dangling over his face as he looked deeply into Morgan’s face. His eyes seemed like burning embers of hot coals, as the face slowly lowered, and the lips puckered slightly. He felt his body tense, as the lips lightly brushed his, then he felt the press of the lips on his chin, then his cheeks and finally his forehead. He opened his eyes, to see the face once more coming down, and this time he felt the lips press up against his mouth.

    His own lips parted, and Chris’ tongue darted inside. He felt the tongue lick at his, taste him and then the light nibble of his teeth against his lower lip. He felt it tremble, as Chris pulled back, then felt the force of his love, as the tongue dove deep inside, licking and tasting every part of his mouth. His heart was racing faster, as Chris began to gently run his hand down his chest, tweak one nipple then another, and then he felt the hard cock sliding up and down on his belly.

    Morgan could feel the sticky pre-cum as it was smeared across his belly. The muscles inside shuddering, as they felt the touch too. His mouth was fully engaged by Chris’ tongue, as he felt a hand lean over, away from him and fumble with something on the night table. Then Chris pulled back, something in his mouth, the sound of tearing plastic, then he opened his eyes, to stare at Chris.

    He felt the hand move down, past his own cock. Chris leaned back on Morgan’s legs, and he looked down his body, watching the thin plastic being unrolled down the hard cock. He licked his lips, his eyes wide, almost pleading for Chris to hurry. Chris looked up, smiled as the last of the condom was unrolled down his cock. There was no need to stroke it even, it was already hard and ready as he positioned himself between Morgan’s legs.

    Morgan reached down, as his legs were lifted up and tossed on top of Chris’ shoulders. He felt the shoulders press up on the backside of his thighs, as Chris leaned forward. He felt the cock being held, being moved under his balls, and then down between his shaking cheeks.

    Licking his lips, Morgan lifted his eyes to stare up at Chris. He watched as his body squirmed a little, as the touch of the hard cock between his cheeks made him tense up a little. He could feel beads of sweat on his forehead, as Chris slowly moved his cock up and down his valley. His cheeks were spread apart by the thick cock, and his own cock was aching, as he waited for that one moment.

    His head fell back onto the bed, his eyes staring up at the ceiling. He saw the shadows dancing across the ceiling, as Chris slowly pushed his cock up against Morgan’s hole. Morgan felt the ache, felt the thick head resting up against him. His eyes stared at the shadows, his heart racing as he held his breath, waiting.

    The hand holding Chris’ cock moved away, and Morgan could feel Chris’ eyes on him, as he felt the pressure begin to increase. Then suddenly, the pain came. His body shook, as Chris penetrated him slowly. It was a rolling pain that felt like it would never stop. He felt the slow press, as the cock head began to stretch his hole, to slowly push aside his bodies natural resistance.

    He let out a small moan, his hands holding his legs up and spread open. His chest began to heave as the cock head made its way inside of him. His muscles protesting every inch of the way. His insides felt like they were on fire, as the cock made its way inside, feeling like a huge pile driver. His body began to shudder as the cock continued to press inwards.

    Drops of sweat were dripping off Chris onto his chest, making him squirm, as the cock was slowly driven into his body. He heard the grunt and felt the press of Chris’ groin pressing into his cheeks. He could feel the wiry hair itself, tickle the outer edges of his hole, and he knew Chris was buried deep inside of him. He groaned himself, as slowly Chris began to pull back, to bring out that huge pole that had filled him.

    His body quivered, as he felt the head coming back to his hole, about to leave. His eyes were shut tight, but he saw small dots of colors pulsing behind his closed eyelids. His heart raced even faster, as he let one hand grab his own cock. He gripped his cock hard, as Chris began to slowly push back inside. In and out he went, moving very slow with each thrust in, with each pulling back. Morgan’s muscles inside quivered, holding onto the thick cock as long as they could, letting it slide past reluctantly each time.

    He was moaning, feeling each thrust deeply. It made him squirm, made him sweat as the pace began to quicken. Chris began to twist his hips a little, making the cock twist and press harder against the sides of his velvet tunnel. His hole was aching, from being spread apart so wide, but all he could think of was how good it felt. His lungs ached, as his own hand stroked his cock faster and faster.

    Morgan opened his eyes to stare down his body. He could barely see his hand as it was nothing but a blur as he stroked his throbbing pole. He felt his body jump with each hard thrust into him, felt it sink into the mattress as the huge cock was pulled back, before once more being driven hard into him. He closed his eyes, feeling his balls slap up against his white knuckles as Chris began to drive even harder. He could hear Chris’ grunts, hear his groans too, as he began to go even faster.

    The sound of his heart thundering echoes in his ears, drowning out the cries that were coming from him and Chris. His mind was reeling, as strangle brilliant lights were flashing across his eyelids, making him tremble. He could hear water running, could see the steam slowly filling the small shower stall, feel the touch of Chris pressing against him.

    His mind was all over the place, picking out previous love making times, but nothing could compare to the feelings that were now racing inside of his body. His lungs ached, his ass ached, his cock felt like it was burning up, as felt himself losing all control. His other hand fell off his legs, pounded the mattress as the cock drove deep and hard into him. His other hand was a total blur, as it pulled at his cock. The pain in his chest grew tighter, the sound of his heart seemed to be off in a distance, as a sort of eerie quiet muffled the sounds all around him. He bit his lip, feeling the ache, unable to stop it, and he felt his body bucking, shaking, and being literally lifted up off the bed.

    His hand hurt, as he heard a shout, a scream really. His heart seemed to just stop for one second. His lungs seemed to linger in mid air, then he felt it. His balls had slung up, his juice was rushing out, and the scream was him yelling.

    The feel of hot liquid splashing across his trembling stomach made him cry out more. It made his whole body convulse in a rolling wave of tremors, as his hips shot upwards. The hard cock buried inside twisted and jerked too. He felt it, as his body exploded. The gush of cum seemed to sizzle as it hit his body, and he felt the sudden emptiness inside, as Chris pulled his own cock out. He vaguely heard the ripping sound of plastic coming off flesh, then he heard the cry, felt the press of Chris’ body pressing up against his collapsing legs.

    The hard splatter of Chris’ cum hit him just under the chin. Then another a bit lower, near the base of his Adam’s apple, then another across his heaving chest. He heard a grunt, another groan and more cum splattered across his body, mixing with his own cum. He felt each drop as it hit his body, felt the body pushing up against his tremble as the last of the cum dribbled out, across his matted pubic hairs.

    His legs were spread on either side of him, twitching and shaking. Then he felt the weight on top, felt Chris slowly collapse on top of him, his body also twitching, shaking. He felt him on top, and reached down and over with his hands, to caress Chris’ head. His hands felt the wet hair, but more than that, he felt the deep gulps of air, as Chris tried to breath, tried to cool down.

    They laid there for minutes. Each slowly returning to normal. The ragged panting replaced by somewhat normal breathing, the feverish feeling gradually diminishing as their bodies cooled off. His heart was no longer racing, no longer sounding like a racing engine being revved up beyond safe limits. His eyes were slowly able to focus, the brilliant flashes of light no longer burning into his mind.

    Chris rolled off to rest on one side and he leaned forward. His lips brushed the arm, kissing it lightly as he slowly began to breath normally. Morgan looked down, then slowly let his leg move off the bed, and with a great deal of physical effort, he managed to lift his exhausted body up to sit on the edge of the bed. He could feel Chris’ eyes on his back, as he stood up slowly, still feeling a bit feint.

    Turning to the exhausted Chris, he smiled. He looked just as he had that morning in the shower, that no longer seemed so long ago. He felt the love inside, as his body slowly tried to recover, slowly tried to get ready for the next round.

    He walked out of the bedroom, over to his desk. He leaned down, signed his name at the bottom, then folded the letter up and placed it in the envelope. He opened the flap, licked it, then sealed it and turned around. Chris was standing there, his eyes watching Morgan’s every move.

    Morgan stared at him, saw that his cock was no longer limp or hiding behind its covering of skin. His own body seemed to also be awake, as he let the envelop fall back onto the desk. It could wait a bit longer, he though as he turned back to Chris, and reached out for his hand, and followed him back into the bedroom.


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  • The Landlord and Me

    So there I was, finally moving out of my college town apartment complex. Moving onto bigger and better things, trying to force myself to grow up without the securities of the college life in the college town.

    I was making my second trip with my SUV loaded full of boxes and lamps and odds and ends, when my landlord showed up at my door. When I answered, I was wearing gym shorts and a cut off tee shirt, and he was in his usual khaki shorts and polo. I let him in to see the place so he would know what needed to be done for the next tennants and just update him on the usual life stuff.

    We began talking about our personal lives and our relationships. Him, being married and with one child, he had to complain to someone. That day, I needed to complain too, after all, I was moving out by myself. He stood in the kitchen up against the counter, while I packed stuff in the living room.

    He started talking about how his wife was not ‘giving it up’ and how he was so worked up and such, especially with his new toy. Now, this is the same man that knows I was in a relationship with a guy, something didn’t add up. I asked him what he meant by toy? He said he had his cock peirced.

    Keep in mind I am a country boy and have only seen cock peircings in porns and such. I guess he could tell the excitement in my voice, so he asked if I wanted to see it. I said, ‘Of course.’

    We went back to the bedroom and he began to unzip his zipper and out flopped the biggest, thickest dick I have ever seen, atleast 10 inches long. He was not even hard…yet. He showed me and said I could touch it if I wanted. I dropped to my knees and inspected his huge cock. He started stroking it and told me to get my dick out.

    I did as instructed and he began stroking both of our dicks off. He didn’t take long at all to shoot his huge creamy load. He wanted me to see how far he shot, and my god he shot across the room. Then, he wanted me to shoot my load all over his face. So I did, and he sucked the last bit of cream from the head of my dick, and came up for a big, wet kiss.

    We zipped up and cleaned up and he left, only to be back twice before the end of my move. That was by far the hottest thing that has ever happened to me. I still jerk off everytime I think about his creamy load and his huge ten incher with that ring just dangling between his thighs.

  • Punish Me, Love Me, Use Me

    It’s mid summer and the moon shines bright through the trees as I walk along the forest trail. Nothing can be heard except for my slight breathing and the odd sound of an owl in the distance. Where the moonlight doesn’t make it through the foliage, it’s very dark. I can’t see my hand in front of my face. I come upon such an area, a bit scared, when suddenly I feel a large hand on my jean shorts covered ass. It grabs me and slaps my ass very hard. A growl fills the air and startles me further. I try to get away, but the hand is extremely strong. Suddenly I am tripped and can feel a foot pressing down hard onto my chest. Something wet pours down over my face and head. It’s warm and salty. A massive boot is shoved into my mouth and then my assaulter speaks. ‘Lick my filthy boot bitch!!’ His voice is gruff and domineering. I fear what might happen if I don’t follow his orders. He sounds and feels very large.

    I suck on the boot and taste leather and dirt. At first, it’s horrendous, but then a naked foot enters my mouth. The slight cheesy taste is familiar. I have always liked feet. I suck each toe passionately and suckle them clean. I smell the heal and trace my tongue along it’s underside. Someone lets out a moan. This voice is different.

    Then, suddenly, the feet disappear. The voices are gone. The smell of leather and BO is further away now. I lay motionless, expecting the unexpected. The suspense is terrifying. It then comes to me that I’ve been pissed on. I smell the urine as it runs down my cheek onto my lips.

    I move to get up when something slaps my ass violently. I cry out in pain. This time it comes down over my right thigh. This is not a hand. It’s something much sharper. A light comes on. My heart jumps out of my mouth with fright. A tall dark figure holds a flashlight under his chin no more than 10 feet from me, illuminating only parts of his face like some kind of demon. ‘Who are you to walk these woods at this time of night?’ he demands.

    I can’t even begin to think of how to answer his question. Does he own this property? It’s possible, I suppose. I just wanted to stretch my legs after driving for 5 hours. So I decided to take a walk. I now wonder if this was such a good idea.

    ‘I just wanted to take a walk,’ I say haltingly.

    ‘Do you know where you are?’ he inquires with a slight bit of amusement on his contorted face.

    ‘I have no idea….’

    ‘You’re on the property of one of the largest SM/BD facilities in the country.’ he interrupts.

    I try to suppress my grin, but the demon sees it.

    ‘Oh…so you find this amusing, do you? Are you a masochistic motherfucker?’

    ‘I am slightly masochistic, yes. But I’m no motherfucker. I’m gay.’

    ‘We have ourselves a sissy boy Drexel.’ demon-man chuckles derogatorily.

    A hand suddenly caresses the side of my neck, sending chills up my spine. It fondles my ear lobes, and makes it’s way slowly down to my firm ass.

    ‘You are a very beautiful man,’ the ghost behind me whispers sweetly. ‘I like the way you sucked on my foot. Can you suck cock like that too?’

    By now I’m so turned on, they could have done anything to me. Obviously, these two were a team. One punisher, and one rewarder. The contrast made me extremely horny.

    The punisher places the flashlight in a tree beside him and unbuckles his jeans. He drops them and bellows to me, ‘Come get on my filthy meat sissy boy.’

    With this I stagger over to my punisher and fall to my knees. Even two feet away I can smell his filthy penis, his smegma and musk fouling up the air around me. I savor the aroma. I hadn’t smelled a prick this dirty in my entire life. Too many men wash their cocks too often. To me, as long as it isn’t covered in shit, a male’s manhood should be as unwashed as possible. Of course, I have no idea where this cock has been recently. At this point in time though, I really don’t care.

    I grab him with my left hand and gasp at his girth. He must be 9-10′ around, but only maybe 6.5′ in length. Interesting.

    He-man shoves my head into his crotch, ‘Well suck the damned thing bitch!’

    Without losing a beat, I get down to business on his disgusting meat. At first, the taste is overwhelming. I’d never sucked a dirtier cock. After a few licks around his massive helmet however, I settle into the task and devour the filthy fuck stick. Punisher grunts like a pig and blurts out nasty remarks. ‘You fucking pig! Eat my cock meat. You like the taste of that piss-caked prick boy? Hmm? We’ve got ourselves a new pig boy Drexel. Ahhhh….yeah. Eat it!!!’

    Something comes down on my ass with a loud smack and warms my buttocks. At this point I love it, and it must have showed, for He-man hit me again. Only this time, it hurt like hell and I grunted out as I continued to work his meat.

    ‘He likes that Drexel. He likes to be whipped. I wonder if he likes to be hung up by his balls too while I fuck his ass with a baton. What a wimp. Hey pig boy, you’re a dirty little cocksucking wimp, aren’t ya?’

    I nod my agreement as I lose myself on his luscious tool. Drool runs out the corners of my mouth and I purposefully make gagging and slurping sounds to turn all of us on.

    I hear what sounds like scissors and then feel something cold along my left thigh. I attempt to turn around to see what’s going on, but punisher grabs on to both of my ears and forcefully fucks my engorged mouth. By now I’m only breathing through my nose.

    It seems as though the rewarder is cutting the jeans right off of me. I hear the snip of the scissors and then a loud tear as my shorts are ripped from me. I move a little to accommodate the process, but am smacked on the ass hard and told to stay still. My jock is pulled hard up into my crack and I’m lifted slightly off the ground. What a scene! Here I am sucking the thickest cock ever, with my ass being hoisted into the air by my underwear! It felt SO good. It was a good thing I couldn’t reach my cock to jerk off, because I surely would have soiled myself with cum immediately. I adored everything they were doing to me.

    Then a warm, soft mouth runs itself across the outside of my asshole. The deft tongue darts in and out of my hungry brown star. I moan with extreme delight and dig down even deeper on the filthy man’s huge hard on. A thick finger eases it’s way up into me, teasing the inside walls of my rectum. I’m in heaven, or hell. Wherever I am, I love it.

    A warm stream showers my puckering hole and I shiver with excitement at what might happen next. Then…without warning, I am taken by something long, warm and thick. I’m surprised at how easily my fuck hole opens up to the object. The thought of not knowing what it is sends me over the edge and my now cum-filled member releases it’s load. I feel the warmth on my legs, and dripping out of the cup compartment of my jock. I must have hit myself in the chest too as I feel it dripping back down into my crotch. My hard on remains. In all my life, I had never felt such abandon.

    With a massive grunt, punisher releases his load down my still working throat. Thick, salty gobs of man juice make their way down my gullet in an unrelenting torrent. My unknown buggerer moans aloud and grabs me by the hair to turn me around. He shoves his 8′ cock down my throat and lets go his choad. I gag on it and feel it spewing out of my mouth on either side of my face, but I hold strong and eat as much of his semen as I can.

    I am thrown down to lay in the moss. Piss, cum, and sweat cover every inch of my being. I can taste it all, smell it all. Body fluids and BO. I become overwhelmed with all that has happened and stroke my still hard cock to another orgasm. Jizz flies 2 feet above me and lands on my face and chest. I gather as much of the liquids as I can and eat. I eat like a starving whore who has been ravished to no end. I roll around on the moist forest floor in sheer bliss as the euphoria overtakes my soul. I am alone now. My users have left me naked and lost. But I don’t care. I mumble aloud, ‘Oh yes…..use me, love me. Punish me, reward me. I am yours….forever……’


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  • House on Park

    After hosing ourselves off again and getting back into those silk shorts, Claude suggested we go down to the living room and drink beer and watch a football game on TV. So, down we went. After I tossed off my first beer, I began to feel a little sorry for the dude hanging up in the gym and asked if it would be okay if I went in there and cleaned him up a bit and put some salve on the new hole Claude had dug him. Eric said, ‘Sure,’ and got some ointment for me and told me where a big basin and some soft sponges were. Claude told me not to worry too much about the dude—that they planned to let him go in a while. As I got up to go, Claude said not to be too long because they were going to order in for some pizza.

    When I entered the gym the dude looked forlorn, his head hanging down and his arms lifted above his head. He could stand on the floor, but I was sure his arms were getting a little tired. And very nice arms they were. His whole body was fascinating, with its intricate swirling tattoo designs over solid, cut muscles that made him just short of being stocky. He looked up at me when I came in and implored me to let him go before that Claude monster came back, that he’d painfully learned not to try coming back here again.

    ‘No can do, Dude,’ I said, as I pulled out the basin, ran several inches of water in it, and put it at the dude’s feet, making him stand in the water. ‘This isn’t my house, and it’s not my call. But I can clean you up and make you a little more comfortable. I don’t think they plan to keep you much longer. But we did you a favor, really. If you wind up in prison, Claude has shown you what you have to look forward to there. And both Eric and I gave you some pointers on how you can manage to survive in prison by pleasing the boss men there.’

    I soaked up water in the sponge and started sponging his body off. For amusement, I followed the patterns on his body with the sponge, and, with delight, found one pattern that snaked down from his neck, around his torso, across a thigh, and curlicued around the base of his thick cock. I made sure to trace that pattern more than once. When I’d sponged him down pretty thoroughly, I opened the big tube of salve and squeezed out a big glop of ointment. He looked at me in anger and said, ‘Hey. whatcha gonna do with that? Haven’t you queers done enough damage to my ass? Why don’t you stick it to your own kind!’

    ‘Our own kind?’ I asked, with a laugh. ‘I thought I pretty much showed a little while ago that you at least could enjoy swinging both ways. I don’t need to tell you that you enjoyed what I gave you. Or that you enjoyed this sponge bath. Oh, look what’s already half saluting me here.’ I reached down with the hand that didn’t have the salve in it and gently pushed back the foreskin of his uncut cock and placed my thumb on his piss slit and started rubbing up and down. The dude gave an involuntary gasp and moan, but he made no move to get his pecker away from my attention.

    ‘This is good ointment,’ I said. ‘This will both help heal the damage Claude did and take away some of the pain down there. Within a couple of hours, you should feel fine.’

    While still holding his foreskin back with my left hand and thumbing his hole gently, I moved around behind him and lowered my mouth to his asshole. I wetted it with my tongue, and gently kissed and tongued around his swollen rim and made short forays into the ass canal. The dude made little circular motions with his body, and although he started off with murmured protests that I stop, he went silent pretty fast. I then started working the ointment in gently with my fingers, and he sighed and let me know that was making his ass feel a lot better.

    Without letting loose of his cock, which was growing in size, I moved the basin of water from under him, picked up a towel, and slowly and completely toweled him off.

    ‘There. That’s made a new man of you,’ I said cheerfully, as I moved back in front of him, still engaging his cock in my left hand. ‘Now, how’s the arm strain?’

    He allowed as his arms were quite tired and implored me again to let him down off the hook.

    ‘Can’t do that, Dude,’ But I can take the strain off them for a while, if you’d like. Yeah, he said, that would be great. I let loose of his cock then, which was probably just about as big as it was going to get, and reached down and brought his legs up, folding them at the knees and hoisting him high enough with my arms that his cock was in my face. That had been my plan all along, of course, and I took my lips and pushed his foreskin back with them and took his knob into my mouth.

    ‘Hey come on, man—no more of the queer stuff.’

    I plopped his dick out of my mouth. ‘So, you want me to put the weight back on your arms.’

    ‘No.’

    ‘Then this is the tradeoff,’ I said. ‘Don’t try to forget how much you liked this, this afternoon.’ I then went back to work on his dick. Taking the knob back into my mouth, I swirled my tongue around it, as I felt his intake of breath and a long moan escaped his lips. I then took more of him in and gave the sides of his cock some gentle teeth pressure. He was voluntarily pressing at me now, so I deep-swallowed him and gave him teeth pressure at the very root of his dick. It gave me added pleasure to know that I was nibbling at that little curlicue tattooed tail.

    ‘Ah, man,’ he groaned. I then took my teeth away, got my tongue cupped under his rod opened up for him, inviting him to take control, to do the action. And that’s what he did. He was fucking my face, all on his own. And I could tell by his ‘oh, yes’s,’ and ‘God, that’s good’s’ that he was fully into the moment. I already knew he was a fast shooter, so it didn’t take him long to come. I let his legs back down and sank to my knees and went up behind his now-tumescent cock and gave his big balls some sucking and nibbling attention. And then I just stood up and walked out of the room.


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  • One Night Stand – Lahore

    I am 25 now and it happened 2 years ago. I had to go to Lahore for work and was staying at Holiday Inn. I did not know anyone in the city, so all I could do after work was drive back to hotel, hit gym, take a shower and then take my laptop to lobby and chat while enjoying some eye-candies. I used to choose a place where I could see the entrance of lobby. Thanks to the wedding season, I never got bored; the lobby was filled with many beautiful girls and not to mention well dressed boys.

    The day I checked in, I saw a foreigner guy, whatever his age was, he looked 20. All I could think of was… WOW…. very unlike me … but I kept staring at him with my mouth open… and yes he noticed me looking at him … he was too cute to be straight… I am not an ugly person myself… and I do take care of my body…. no fats… I am 6’0” and 75Kgs… average build….. He said something to the receptionist and from the way he was standing at the desk… it was obvious that he is gay. Bingo!

    A day after that, I got my laptop and came down to lobby. He was sitting in the email room, which had glass walls and you can see people working on the computers. I positioned myself in a way that I could look at him as well as on my screen with a slight eye movement. The distance was around 7 feet. I started chatting with my friends online and with an occasional glance at him. On my third or fourth glance, I noticed him looking at me… I was not ready for that so I just looked back at my screen… Damn me…!!! Cursed myself a little bit…. gathered some courage… and looked at him again… he was still staring… no smile… expressionless face… I kept the eye contact this time…. and after a couple of seconds… I raised my eyebrows… just in a HI sort of way… his response was hand movement… saying WHAT with a puzzled expression? errr…. may be I was wrong and he is not the type… all I could do muster was a shrug of my shoulders and got my eyes back on the screen…. but I had the feeling that he was still looking at me… and I was right… when he caught my eye, he said something… again in sign language… he pointed at me and then pointed upwards, which I interpreted as ‘Are you staying upstairs?’ My nod was my answer, and then came the most magical signal from him … ‘Lets Go’!!!

    I was like … dumbstruck… that’s it? I would be with this gorgeous guy… I didn’t even know his name… anyways… I got myself back in senses… and looked at him again…. he was not at computer anymore… I saw him standing in front of lift… I just ignored everyone I was talking to online… didn’t even bother to say bye… and followed him… he pushed the lift button when he saw me coming… we were alone in the lift… I said HI… and I really don’t know what he said in reply because he smiled while replying and that’s it… those were the moments I am sure I did not even breath … so that’s what you call ‘A KILLER SMILE’ … !!!!! He asked me if I was a local… and I said yes…. he told me he is from Turkey… and his name is John… We reached my floor and he followed me to my room… I offered him some juice which he declined… he removed his jacket and I saw his tattoo of Jesus on his right arm partly visible from his black t-shirt… I asked if I could see the tattoo… he had no objections, I rolled up his sleeve… caressed his tattoo and he smiled… wow… world gone blank again… stop doing it damn-it……

    The next thing I know was his lips on mine… totally electric… soft… no hurries… then came the tongue… man… he was one hell of a kisser…. I moved my hands down to his cheeks after 10 minutes or so… he enjoyed it and I knew it from his moan…. I was nibbling at his lower lip at that time… tracing it back and forth with my tongue…. I massaged his butt a little bit while savoring his mouth… I intended to keep doing it but he has other plans in his mind… so he started removing my jacket… well that could be done without breaking the kiss… so I did not object… before he could anything else to stop the kiss.. I pushed him to the bed…. he giggled… so I broke the kiss myself to see his smile… I was on top of him… and while he was still showing his perfect teeth… I lowered my head … to his ear… nibbled it while he moved his face to the other side to give me full access….. I rubbed my cheek against his… and then went back to earlobe… traced my tongue back to his lips… kissing all the way in between… then I realized he is still wearing his t-shirt… not that he looked bad in it… but … 🙂

    We both removed our shirts… and went back to the original positions… him laying on his back… me on top of him… my legs on either side of him… and the most amazing kiss….. I broke the kiss to see if his right cheek was as smooth as his left one… turned out that it actually was… and so was forehead… I kissed his forehead… down to his nose…. and lips… spent a couple of minutes there… then chin… down to his chest… flat chest… no hair… just the way I like it… he was a little skinny… but that added to his sexy and boyish looks… works for me … 🙂 nipples… not biting… but just teased them with my tongue… in turns. He was definitely enjoying… and I did not need any proof after his grip getting intense on my hair… I went further down and there was the belly… no hair and no fat… LOVELY….. 🙂 I kissed it for a while…and then started my backward journey… nipples… chin… by-passed his lips… and then to the forehead… I then rolled over and now he was on top… he was a passionate kisser… and a really good one… I knew he would be using good of his mouth… and he sort of read my mind and started his downward movement… he did the same treatment to me… except that he was a little fond of using his teeth on my nipples…. whatever man… this guy could even cut me up with his teeth and I would not mind… 😀

    He continued his journey downwards and used his nose to locate my then rock hard member… his smile made it clear that he was anticipating it… he tried removing my pajamas… I did that for him… and now junior was right there in front of his face… he gave a lick from the bottom to the top… electric… and room was filled with my moans… he circled a little bit with his tongue and then I saw the head disappearing in that beautiful mouth… he started sucking and man… I was in heaven… he was not out of this world… but it was the best in many years…. He looked at me while doing it… and he was looking so innocent and beautiful that I did what I never did before… I pulled him and kissed him… this was the first time I kissed someone who went down on me… I know there is nothing bad in kissing someone who is sucking your cock… but I could never get myself to do that… and that night I could not resist it… it was just his eyes I guess… eyes I still remember…

    I guided him back to the position… and he was doing it again…. with more energy this time… and pace… I warned him just in time to stop… and he replaced his mouth with his hand… and I got my belly covered with my jism… I did not recall a better one…. John was still hard and was now out of his jeans… he came next to me on bed… and I replaced his hand on his dick with mine… he had a small dick… but it suited him really well… he ejaculated in mere seconds…. we remained in that position until he moved near me and put his lips on mine… I noticed cum slipping from my belly to the sheets… so I broke the kiss and used tissues to clean myself… handed some to my buddy… we both cleaned up… and then I went to the toilet and get two wet towels, I cleaned his belly… and handed a towel to him… he did the same to me… we threw the towels aside and groped each other again… yet another passionate kiss…. we started talking… he told me that he was a flight attendant and the national carrier leased the planes and services for a limited period from the company he was working for. He had to leave tomorrow to Netherlands… He turned his face to wall while talking… I put my hand on his belly and my dick was touching his crack… I was kissing his neck… and playing with his nipples… I moved my hand down to feel his dick and he responded… he was getting ready again… annnndddd so was I…. 🙂 I asked if I can fuck him… he asked if I have a condom and no I dint have one… so he flatly refused… wow… another reason to love that guy… but he made it up to me… he went back to my crotch… he was doing his magic… but I wanted something different this time.. so got on top while my dick still in his mouth… and started thrusting… he was lying flat on bed and I was fucking his mouth… he was receptive… and hot… and not saying anything despite the fact that I was being a little brutal with my jerks… I could not stand longer … so when I was on verge of shooting… I pulled out… and he asked me to spill it on his chest… I was more than happy to oblige… if I thought the previous one was the best I ever had… I was wrong… the look on his face… made me produce a lot more than the usual… but the pool on his belly still kept getting bigger even after I stopped… turned out he was unloading…. wow… timing… 😀

    I brought more towels and he cleaned himself up while I put my pajamas on… he put his jeans on and we were kissing again on the bed… he broke the kiss and said he had an early flight the next day so he has to go… I kissed him goodbye both before and after he put on his shirt and jacket… thanked him… and he left.

    In case you are wondering…. I did see him again… 🙂 After a week, I was at the Islamabad airport to receive someone and he was there… in his uniform with his colleagues… he smiled at me and I guess… I GUESS he winked at me too… but I can’t remember … his smile… just turned everything blank…!!!

    And I could not even smile back… my friend luckily noticed him after the wink… and she muttered to me … ‘If I am on the same flight as that flight attendant… I m gonna hijack the plane just for him…’

    I did not bother to tell her even if she would somehow able to accomplish that… it would be useless for her … 🙂


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  • Just Mike

    The night seemed like it would never end. There were an endless parade of men onto the stage. Each one supposedly hotter than the previous one, but Mike couldn’t really tell. He was too lost in realizing that he had been jerked off, in public. More than that, there was the promise of much more to come and not with some stranger either, but with Chase.

    It was like he had walked into a whole new world, when he had summoned up the courage to come to this gay bar. If he had only known, maybe he wouldn’t be a damn virgin now, and then that started to bother him, making his enjoyment all the more distant. His nervousness continued to grow, as he sat there, staring but not seeing much of anything.

    Everything was in a fog. His mind was reeling still, from the unbelievable ecstasy he had felt when Chase had touched his cock, had began to stroke it. Right there, with others all around, he had reached inside his pants, and made him cum. He could still feel the dried cum and wondered what Chase was thinking. Was he thinking that Mike was easy, that he was some slut?

    Yet when he managed to find Chase looking at him, or when their eyes met, he could see him smile a bit wider, see a strange look of hunger in his eyes that banished those thoughts, but only for a moment. The night was becoming a torment, the joy being replaced by his doubts. Yet every now and then, he would feel that spurt of utter contentment.

    His body seemed as confused as his mind. He’d be thinking of what Chase would be like in bed, if he would please him or fail, and his dick would be suddenly hard as a rock. So hard, it hurt, then just as suddenly would be limp as hell, as if it had been immersed in ice cold water.

    He would get hot flashes at the oddest moments, then suddenly break out into a cold sweat as he’d steal a glance at Chase. Thoughts about being unsuitable, of not being able to measure up kept tugging at him, making him even more nervous, more unsure if even Chase had been asking him to come home with him. It wasn’t like he had come right out and asked, so maybe he was reading more into it?

    Then too, what if the others were going back there too? Would he be alone with him, was he even supposed to be? Hell, did Chase even want him to be? His head felt like it would explode as it explored all the different possibilities. Then to his amazement, he found the lights were all turned on high.

    The stage shows had long finished, and he hadn’t even noticed. Drinks were being downed and Mike realized that the bar was closing. The night was at an end, and the moment of truth was rapidly approaching. He had no idea what he was supposed to do, as a couple at the table stood up, stretching and gathering up their jackets. They were leaving, and was he supposed to make like he was to? Was he to meet Chase outside, or go out with him?

    Panic was ripping at him, as he struggled trying to figure out what to do when it was all settled for him. Adam and his partner now stood up, grinning at him while clutching at each other.

    ‘Later Chase, I can see you have found a date for the night, so we’ll bugger off. Junior here can pay for a cab ride home.’

    Chase looked over at Mike, then grinned up at Adam.

    ‘Bitch, but thanks, catch u later man’

    Adam and his partner left, and suddenly he was left there, alone at the table with just Chase. He turned to watch Adam leave, among others. He felt the sweat on his forehead, unsure what to do, afraid to look at Chase, in case he said something wrong, or assumed something that wasn’t. Did Adam mean he was that ‘date’ for the night? Or had Chase picked out someone else, was he maybe just waiting for Mike to get up and leave?

    ‘Adam can be such a bitch at times, uh, but he does say what’s on his mind, after a few drinks. So, uh, was he right?’

    Beads of sweat were dripping off his forehead, and he wiped it with the back of his hand, as he fought for time. He wanted to say the right thing, but what was it? He didn’t want to come off looking like a complete idiot, and ruin his chances for tonight.

    ‘Uh, right?’

    ‘Haha, yeah, is he? Do I have a date?’

    ‘I uh… yes… if you want.’

    Chase stared at him, his face suddenly looking very thoughtful, as if he was suddenly having second thoughts or something. Mike felt like he had blown it, that somehow he had shown Chase that he wasn’t interested or something. A cold chill suddenly filled his body, and he shook a little, afraid of what he might have done.

    ‘Only if you do, uh, maybe I shouldn’t ask, but uh, this is more than just your first time here, isn’t it?’

    Mike just nodded, too afraid to speak. His face lowered, he felt like he was about to cry actually. Had to be the booze he had drunk. Another first for him, having more than one drink of beer. Still, he so desperately wanted to be a part of the guys, that he had tried to keep up with them, now it was all closing in on him. Fear was his companion, and he couldn’t shake the feeling of impending doom.

    It would be all over the place soon. Chase wouldn’t want to take him home now, not some virgin dufus like him. His heart ached, as he really did want to go with Chase, but he had blown it. He was certain of that.

    Suddenly Chase stood up, towering over Mike. He stared down at him, then smiled. It was a smile he’d never forget, because he could see that Chase still hungered for him. He could see his desire, and everything suddenly felt just right. Even his body seemed pleased, as he felt that tell tale ache in his crotch. Mike stood up, smiling as Chase took his hand out of his jacket, holding a set of car keys.

    ‘Car is across the street, we better get going’

    Mike looked at the keys, then at Chase. His heart was still enjoying the fact that Chase wanted him, and he wanted nothing to ruin the night, but the idea of Chase driving, given all that he had drunk scared him a little. He had heard so much about drinking and driving, and he didn’t want to risk it, even for Chase.

    ‘Uh, sure you should be driving?’

    The words were out before he could stop them. He stood very still, afraid of being laughed at, or made fun of, but he had said it. His eyes continued to stare at his feet, unable to look up.

    ‘Why not? Shit, you thought that was booze? Hell man, that was ginger ale, I was the designated driver tonight, next week it’ll be Adam’s turn. So, uh, yeah I am okay to drive, unless you planning to jump my bones when we get into the car?’

    The laughter and words made him tremble a little. He stared up at Chase, and realized that he had assumed he had been drinking hard alcohol, not that it was soda pop. He felt like a total ass, for even thinking Chase would drink and drive. Yet as he looked at Chase, the sense of foolishness vanished. He was so friggin handsome, and the idea of touching him, was doing strange things to his mind, as well as his body.

    ‘I uh, can’t guarantee I won’t… sorry, I mean about the uh…’

    ‘Forget it, actually, kind of sweet, maybe it’ll be me jumping your bones while we drive? Haha.. don’t worry Mike, I don’t take risks when driving, my dad would skin me alive if I got into an accident. It’s okay, come on.’

    He just smiled, feeling like he was suddenly part of Chase’s friends. The thoughts from before, well he more or less pushed them aside. All that mattered, was he hadn’t blown it, so far. He was going home with Chase.

    The car ride to Chase’s home was a perfect forty or so minutes. It gave him time to settle down, or sort of settle down. Course that was hard to do sitting next to Chase, feeling his body touching his, and just being able to smell him. His scent was amazingly still strong, though it had a bit of a stale smell to it, from the bar.

    Arriving at his home, Mike noticed how nice everything looked, even in the dark. The house was rather a large affair, set back from the street. There were two huge trees out front, and more all around the sides. Inside it looked gigantic, compared to his own home, and there was a winding stairway that led up to the second floor level. He could see large pieces of furniture as he followed Chase up the stairs, to his bedroom.

    The house had a nice smell to it, a clean scent. His heart was thundering, as he followed Chase. His eyes were darting all over, as he climbed up. They would glance down, see some shadow, then dart back to see those perfect orbs of flesh ahead of him. His mind would be wondering what one odd shape was, then suddenly start wondering what it would be like to touch those perfect cheeks.

    He had sort of seen them naked, but only a fleeting look. He hadn’t wanted to tip his hand, but now he could look, and soon would be able to get his fill of what they would be, naked. His body shook at the thought of being able to touch at those cheeks, and more. More and more he wondered just how big was Chase, did he have an uncut penis, or was it cut? Did it even matter, and then he began to feel the fear again.

    What if he was horrible at sucking cock? What if he couldn’t handle Chase’s dick in his mouth, or if it was too big to take up his ass? Did Chase have condoms, or did he not even use them? The fear, the questions, became overwhelming and he almost walked into the wall next to Chase’ bedroom door. Stepping inside, he saw a room unlike his own. The bed seemed to grab his attention, as Chase tossed his jacket towards a chair off to one side.

    The bed was a bit rumpled, but had a blue blanket on it. Two pillows were propped up at the head of the double bed. There was a small night table, with a clock radio on it, and a lamp. Chase had moved towards it, switched it on and Mike saw a bluish light cast its light over the top.

    Chase turned towards him, smiling. The panic left him, as he smiled back, stepping inside. He closed the door, out of habit, and looked around, commenting on how nice it was. He commented on the computer sitting by the window, and the posters, which only seemed to make Chase grin more.

    ‘Nervous fellow, aren’t you Mike?’

    ‘Me? A bit I guess, sorry.’

    ‘It’s okay, look, don’t worry, okay? I won’t do anything you don’t want to do, I don’t do shit like that, okay?’

    ‘Uh, sure, I uh… just I uh…’

    ‘The bathroom is through that door, you can undress in there if you want, there are bath towels you can use too, okay?’

    ‘Well I do have to pee, but… thanks.’

    He stood over the toilet, trying to pee. Mike felt a bit giddy, and as he tried to do his business, he found it hard with a stiff dick. Christ, he didn’t want to take forever, and finally he managed to pee. Pulling his zipper up, he looked around, saw the towels hanging. He began to unbutton his shirt, but stopped at the second button.

    While he was indeed nervous, he also realized that part of the thrill, was to see the other person get naked. He was missing seeing Chase that way, because of his own shyness, or fear. He wanted to see him that way, knowing it was too late for that, but not for Chase to see him. Glancing over at the mirror, he hoped Chase wouldn’t be disappointed.

    Mike entered the bedroom. The blue light over the nightstand still burned, but the other room lights were all off. He stared over at the bed, saw Mike’s curly hair and thin face looking at him. The head was propped up on one naked arm. He sighed, wishing he had spoken up before, but he closed the door, and walked over to the bed.

    Chase looked up at him, his eyes questioning him. Mike thought he looked like perfect, laying there. His eyes moved down, saw the form hidden under the blanket, feeling a bit giddy as he reached up, to unbutton the last two buttons of his shirt. He could feel Chase’s eyes growing bigger, as they bore in on his shaking figure.

    He couldn’t look at Chase, least not his face. Instead he kept staring at the middle of the bed, where he could see Chase’s hips pushing the blanket up. He wasn’t sure but another fold in the blanket looked more like a stiff cock, than just a fold. His mouth felt dry, and he licked his lips, remembering how he had bitten it when Chase had his hand on his dick, under the table back at the bar.

    His own cock was already hard, but it seemed to grow more taut, as he took his shirt off, letting it fall to the floor behind him. His shivered a bit, kicking his runners off his feet. Then he bent over, to take his socks off. He let them drop on top of his runners, then he straightened up. So far Chase hadn’t said a word, but he heard him hold his breath, as his hands moved down towards his pants.

    His fingers felt stiff, as he fumbled with the button, until it finally popped open. The zipper was quickly pulled down, and he started to push his pants down his legs. He bent over a little, glancing over at Chase. He could see his eyes, they looked like huge saucers, as they stared at him.  A final shove, and the pants were down at his ankles. He stepped out of them, and then couldn’t help but stare up at Chase. The fold in the bed had seemed to grow too, but he wanted to see if Chase really was watching, was turned on or not. Had he been right in not undressing in the bathroom?

    The look across Chase’s face told him he had been right in not using the bathroom. He sort of grinned, as he reached for the waistband of his shorts. His own eyes were devouring that handsome face, as he pushed the shorts down, feeling is cock spring out. His eyes saw Chases eyes almost pop out as his cock came free, to stick straight out, almost pointing at Chase. He saw him lick his lips, and then the flash of white, as his teeth were bared.

    With his shorts at his ankles, he stepped out of them, then stood upright. He moved towards the bed, when Chase simply grabbed the blanket and lifted them up and over, pushing them off to one side. In that instant, Mike was able to see the soft glow of blue tinted flesh. His eyes moved from Chase’s face towards the exposed crotch, and he saw what he had only dreamed of, until now.

    Chase had a big cock, least in Mike’s mind. It seemed so swollen, so long that he felt a bit of panic, but only for a moment. Instead he felt himself growing very warm, felt sweat beginning to once more bead up all over as he moved closer towards the bed, and Chase.

    He wanted to just reach out and grab that cock, and yet he also wanted to just climb into the bed and lean all over Chase. He wanted to kiss him, to taste every inch of him, but that cock looked so damn inviting. He gulped, as Chase moved his body closer to the wall, to give Mike more room, and that made up his mind.

    The desire was too much. His dreams had been bad enough to deal with, now he had the real thing in front of him. The real cock, not some dreamed up emaciated little pole. A live cock, that jerked and had real hot blood flowing through its veins. His mind was overwhelmed, but instead of just climbing in, like one would do to go to sleep, he leaned over, and kissed Chase on the lips. He held his head between his two hands, as he kissed him full on the lips, tasting him only briefly, before he let go and climbed onto the bed. He rested on his knees, as he moved his head straight down towards Chase’s cock.

    He smelled him, that special aroma of a man aroused that only could come from his crotch. Licking his lips, he let his hands touch the golden flanks of flesh, feeling a strange jolt of electricity run up and down his arm. He felt it running along the flank too, as he bent over to kiss at the spot where the legs joined the torso. There was no mistaking the intake of breath from above him, nor the slight trembling of the body as his lips lightly kissed the soft flesh. He could see the cock under his chin, feel its warmth against his neck, and he began to move his mouth down, across the pubic hairs.

    The hard cock was jerking a little and he could hear the shallow breathing from Chase. He had put one hand lightly on his head, as he had kissed him down there. Now the hand was pressing his head with more firmness, and he knew that Chase wanted him to continue, to take him. He felt a moments fear, then the sight of that throbbing pole banished it all away. His eyes opened wider, his mouth also opened, as he let his tongue flick out, touching the side of the hard pole. It shook, moved as the edge of his tongue raked the long pole. It curled up around the head, then slowly marched down the entire throbbing shaft, till it curled around the root of the cock. Chase groaned, the hand pressing harder on Mike’s head. He felt the hips shoot out, felt the cock pressing forward, as he let his hands run down the flank, feeling and touching the hot flesh.

    His own body ached, as he let his mouth kiss the hard shaft, then move along it, till the head was now in front. He pursed his lips, as the hand grabbed a handful of his hair, twisting the strands in its hold. He felt it hurt, felt some of his hair ripping out, but he didn’t care. It was a feeling, somewhere out there, as all he could feel was the hot breath of the cock before him.

    His eyes were taking it all in. He saw the veins pulsing as Chase’s blood poured through them. His nostrils flared, taking in the rich scent. His own chest was heaving, aching as he leaned forward, his lips suddenly grazing the huge head. Every nerve in his body was screaming, then shrieking as he felt the jolt racing up and down his body.

    Mike’s legs were feeling cramped, as he slowly stretched out, until most of his lower legs were dangling over the edge of the bed. His head was leaning over Chase, as he kissed the cock head a second time. There was a strange liquid around the centre, that he felt on his lips. It had a salty taste, and as it filled his senses, he felt the need for more of that taste, knowing it was pre-cum. His body shook, as he licked at the cock head now, feeling it tremble, tasting it too.

    His pulse was racing, the hand on his head pushing him down hard now. Chase had rolled over, onto his back, the hard cock stuck upwards, straight into the air and now Mike shuffled forward, his one arm encircling Chase’s lower waist. His hand rested on the small of his back, as he leaned down, letting his mouth kiss again the hot burning head. His eyes fluttered, unable to stay open, as his mouth spread open, his tongue racing out to lick at the head. A long low murmur came from Chase, but Mike ignored it, as his own body was trembling with excitement. His first taste of a cock was more than he had hoped it would be. It was making him giddy, making him desire and crave more, and soon Mike’s tongue was licking at the huge pole, as if it was a popsicle.

    He licked, and kissed, while the moans grew louder behind him. The hand continued to try and press his head down, to move it over the cock and finally he gave in to the hard pressure. His mouth opened, as he lowered his head, the press of the hand urging him to go faster. He tried, feeling the hot flesh pass his lips, felt his teeth scrape the head, then he felt Chase squirm a little.

    Mike pulled back, then wrapped his lips over his teeth, lowering his head again over the cock. He felt his mouth tighten around the throbbing pole, felt the loud groan more than heard it, as he filled his entire mouth with Chase’s cock. He could feel his throat protesting, feel himself gag a bit, but he ignored it. He forced his throat to open wider, to take the dripping cock head inside.

    He felt his legs go taut, felt light-headed, as he swallowed more of Chase’s cock. He felt the veins throb as they passed his mouth, felt the head diving further into his throat, felt his muscles protesting, but he didn’t care. It was Chase’s cock, something he had always wanted, now could have. He wasn’t going to stop and slowly his throat gave in to his will. The muscles retracted, letting the cock slide in and out without protest. He felt his head moving up and down, felt his hands clutching at the balls, squeezing them, poking them. His arm around Chase drew inwards, making Chase lean into him.

    Back and forth his head moved, licking and sucking at the cock. His other hand now kept rubbing the inside of Chase’s thighs, then the balls. He could hear the moans, but he wasn’t sure if they were his or Chases’. His body was suddenly tense, as the hips began to shove forward, then pull back. He felt the cock moving faster inside his mouth, and his nose was poking hard into the soft belly as he heard Chase’s voice, heard him say something, but he didn’t understand.

    The cock in his mouth jerked from side to side. The head banged into his throat side, then it felt like it was pulling out, but instead it suddenly sprang forward. He felt Chase’s body stiffen for a second, felt the cock suddenly swell up and then his whole mouth was awash with something hot and salty. He gagged, his throat trying to close as the hot liquid filled him entirely. He swallowed by reflex, tasting the semi sweet, salty mixture slide downwards. Some began to drip out of from the corners of his mouth, as he felt the hard press of Chase’s entire groin into his head.

    The hand on his head, jerked, then suddenly no longer held his head. His hair was a mess, dangling across his face even, as he felt the throbbing cock growing then shrink, then grow again, then shrink again. Each time it shrunk, more of the hot liquid would pour into his mouth, most of it now flowing out from his lips.

    He was panting as finally he pulled back, his stomach rumbling. He had swallowed some, but not all of the cum. It was his first real taste, and it was a strange feeling, as he licked his lips, raised his head, and leaned on his hands. His legs were numb as he slowly struggled to shift them onto the bed, moving himself upwards, so he could be level with Chase.

    The room was spinning as he felt a hand reach out and circle around him, under his chin. He felt himself being drawn down, and soon he was feeling Chase’s breath on his face. He could see strange dots of colors before his eyes, as his body was still trembling. He was trying to assimilate it all, when he felt the lips on his, felt the tongue lick out and then he was on top of Chase once more. His whole body was over him, and he felt the quivering, felt the shaking.

    ‘I want you in me’

    His heart was racing, as he lifted his head a little, to stare into Chase’s face. It was as he had heard, he could see it in the eyes, the way Chase was pleading with him. Mike wanted nothing more than to do as Chase asked, despite the fear that was rising up again. Chase just looked at him, the eyes pleading.

    ‘Condoms are in the first drawer’

    He sat back, his hands on Chase’s arm, seeing that look of confidence, of desire. His own face was grinning, as he turned around, to fumble with the drawer. He felt the box, and pulled it out, letting it rest on the night table. Mike could feel Chase watching, as he opened the box, taking out a strip of condoms. He held them in one hand, turning slightly to look at Chase.

    ‘I uh… you sure?’

    The eyes sparkled, the head nodded as a hand came up, taking the condoms and Mike watched as Chase put one package in his mouth, ripping it off the strip, tossing the others back towards the night table. Still holding the package in his teeth, he ripped it open, and lifted himself up, to stare down at Mike’s crotch, at his fully erect cock.

    ‘Oh yeah, I am sure’ he said, as he reached down to grab hold of Mike’s cock.


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  • Doing the Ton

    He offered me a lift to Newcastle, for free. Well, I couldn’t afford to refuse, could I, and he *was* rather nice. Looking at my thin jeans and denim jacket, he said I’d better borrow some leathers from him, or I’d freeze to death. So we went back to his flat. In his wardrobe he’d got a fantastic amount of leather gear must’ve cost a fortune.

    He sized me up and chose one of those new leather jackets in green (you know how well green suits me!).

    ‘Strip to your T-shirt,’ he ordered.

    ‘Here we go,’ I thought, ‘here comes the pre-flight entertainment.’ I wasn’t exactly unwilling to have it off with him, but a bit nervous about all his leather toys. I needn’t have worried, though; that wasn’t on his mind at all.

    The leather jacket fitted beautifully, like a second skin, smooth and warm. Then he hunted for a matching pair of green leather trousers.

    ‘I can’t get into those,’ I muttered, ‘they’re far too tight.’

    ‘Just leave it to me,’ he answered. ‘Take off your jeans.’ As I wasn’t wearing anything underneath them, this took only a few moments. My equipment tingled in anticipation of the struggle to come.

    Opening a can of some sort of oil, he poured some round the inside of the seat of the trousers. ‘That’ll make it easier.’ He grinned at me — rather wickedly, I thought.

    Sitting on the edge of the bed, I slid both feet down through the trouser legs. They certainly went in easily.

    Then I stood up and manoeuvred the slippery leather round my thighs and arse. There was a zip running from the belt at the back between my cheeks and up underneath my balls.

    ‘Careful now,’ he delicately eased the balls into their greasy pouch. ‘Do up the waistband first, it’s more comfortable.’ Grasping my cock (by now almost erect) he held it vertical while pulling up the zip.

    The effect of the carefully shaped smooth slippery leather on my sensitive cock was almost too much. To add to the sensation, he poured some more oil down inside the front of the waistband. Then he stood back to admire the result. Smiling lustfully, he said, ‘Find yourself a pair of boots while I get dressed.’

    I willingly watched while he repeated the process on himself, dressing in a set of supple light-brown leathers, identical in design to my own. Squeezing himself upwards to close the zip (and it was *quite* a squeeze) excited him almost as much as it did me.

    Gloves and helmets completed the outfits, but the helmets came equipped with an extra facility in the form of an intercom, with a microphone and small ear-speaker built in.

    ‘I like to be able to talk to my passengers,’ he explained, ‘it’s more fun that way.’

    We went downstairs to the garage, where I stood beside the machine on which we had travelled from the pub.

    ‘No, we’ll use *this* bike tonight,’ he called from across the garage, pointing to an absolutely enormous beast with several extra sets of switches and two separate, strangely shaped saddles.

    ‘What are these switches for, and why is the saddle such a funny shape?’ I enquired naively.

    He just grinned and answered, ‘Wait and see!’ He kicked the powerful machine into life, and I climbed on behind him. Before putting his helmet on he said, ‘Try yours on and make sure the intercom’s working.’ I did so and found that, despite the noise of the bike, it was quite easy to hear him.

    With great skill the unwieldy bike was manoeuvred out of the garage. He drove it rather carefully and slowly, I thought, but this was explained when his voice muttered in my ear, ‘Don’t want to be picked up by the police, do we? They might ask awkward questions about the bike.’

    ‘Tell me what’s so special about it,’ I demanded.

    ‘Wait till we’re out on the open road, then you’ll find out,’ was his mysterious reply.

    It was completely dark, with just a few stars shining in the clear sky. A gentle breeze was blowing, but I felt quite warm in my comfortable leather skin. The roar of the engine vibrating between my legs was making me feel very randy, and I wondered idly where he was taking me. It was obvious that we weren’t out just for the pleasure of the ride — he had some plan for seducing me, that was plain.

    We turned off a roundabout on to a straight, unlit, deserted road, and he opened up the throttle a bit. The headlight showed only the black road, with hedges on both sides and an occasional tree. I pressed myself closer against his back, and put my arms round his waist, feeling the supple leather warmed by his skin, and smelling the wonderful odour of male body encased in leather.

    ‘That’s more like it,’ he said, ‘just relax and enjoy yourself while I tell you about this bike. The saddles are shaped like this to give easy access to your arse, and we have a variety of toys on board which should give you a thrill. Do you like being fucked?’

    ‘As long as it’s fairly gentle,’ I answered cautiously, wondering how he was going to manage to fuck me while sitting in front of me.

    ‘Right. Undo your zip from the back, right round to the front, then.’ I felt behind me and found another zip-pull, and with some difficulty got it round to the front, exposing my arse to the night air, and releasing my cock, which had been straining against the leather for some time.

    ‘OK,’ I said, ‘what now?’

    ‘Now I just press this switch here, and *hey presto*!’

    Nothing happened for a moment, and then I felt something smooth, hard, and warm prodding gently at my arse. ‘There’s a flap behind your saddle with a nice big dildo resting in a pool of lubricant under it.

    When I press the switch, the flap opens and the dildo starts to rise. It’s powered from the engine, but I’ll leave it on low-speed for the moment.’

    Gradually, the slippery dildo closed in on my tight arsehole, and its gentle vibrations and insistent thrusting motions soon had me opened up and longing for more. I stretched my arse over the gap in the back of the saddle and the artificial cock eased its way past my sphincter. The oil inside my trousers had already lubricated me quite a bit, so it wasn’t at all difficult to take in the full thickness and length of it. Finally, just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, the dildo stopped rising, but carried on vibrating and thrusting gently, rousing me to a fever pitch of excitement.

    ‘Have you got one, too?’ I gasped between thrusts.

    ‘Who needs an artificial one when they’ve got the real thing behind them?’ came the reply.

    ‘But I can’t fuck you from this position,’ I said in surprise, ‘it’s the wrong angle.’

    ‘We’ll soon solve that problem with the help of some more of these gadgets,’ he answered. ‘Undo my zip from the back.’ He eased himself up off the saddle so that I could pull his zip undone from the back right round to the front. I felt his cock spring free. ‘Now I press this button here, and — up I go.’

    His saddle began to rise slowly upwards and backwards, until his arse was poised temptingly just over my throbbing cock. ‘Now another button, and down I go again,’ he said, pressing the button as he did so. Very slowly, his saddle moved down again, impaling him on top of my cock. I squirmed with delight as I entered him, but couldn’t move very much with the dildo inside me and him on top.

    ‘I shan’t be able to thrust into you in this position,’ I said, ‘but it’s very exciting as long as it’s all right for you.’

    ‘Why waste energy moving about when the bike will do it for us?’ came the answer. ‘Another button, and away we go!’ By pressing another button his saddle started to rock up and down in an undulating motion which caused my cock to force its way into and out of him, while at the same time stimulating me almost to the point of coming. ‘Do you like it?’ he shouted enthusiastically.

    I could scarcely speak, I was so full of lust, but I managed to croak, ‘Yes, of course I like it — what next?’

    ‘Now we just increase the speed a little,’ he said, opening up the throttle, ‘the mechanism is all geared to the engine revs, so if we go faster, so does all the equipment!’

    He was right. The bike’s equipment, as well as my equipment, were all working overtime. The dildo behind me was thrashing in and out, causing a great hot flush to come over me each time it reached full penetration, and my cock was at full stretch and near to bursting as it rammed into his well-lubricated tight hole.

    ‘Hold on to my cock,’ he yelled, as he increased the speed yet again.

    I reached round in front of him and held his slippery cock in one hand, his big hairy balls in the other. The incredible sensations which filled my body, linked to the speed of the roaring bike, nearly made me faint.

    Then he slowed right down, so that there was just a slight movement of the dildo and his saddle to keep us both interested.

    ‘It’s much better if you start off fast, then have a slow session, and end up coming while we do the ton,’ he said. ‘Wank me off slowly at first, and then speed up as I start to race the bike.’

    My hand moved up and down the length of his beautiful cock. His heavy balls squirmed as I scratched their surface with my nails. I could hear his heavy breathing through my ear-speaker. Matching my wanking rhythm to the movements of the bike, I soon felt that we were both in complete harmony, moving inexorably together towards an orgasm which I couldn’t even imagine. Gradually he increased the speed of the bike. The automatic fucking speeded up too. So did the movements of my hands. The roar of the bike grew louder, even through the thick padded helmet. My body seemed to consist only of cock and arsehole, both experiencing sensations stronger than ever before.

    ‘We’re doing the ton now!’ he cried suddenly. ‘Here I come!!’

    Putting my hand over the tip of his tool, I felt great spurts of spunk hot against my palm. I carried on rubbing his cock with the sticky, slippery juice, as my cock swelled in uncontrollable spasms inside him.

    One final thrust of the great hard dildo sent me over the edge. I seized him round the waist, and pressed my body hard against his back, and began to come with such force that I thought I would do myself an injury. At the same time, it was such an exquisite feeling that I hoped it would go on for ever. I writhed and panted in the aftermath of the explosion, which left me drained yet buoyant.

    ‘Have you had enough for now?’ he laughed. ‘Most people can’t stand any more the first time.’

    ‘My god, do you mean to say that anyone can manage second helpings of that?’ I gasped disbelievingly.

    ‘Sure they can — so will you be able to, after you’ve had a rest. There’s a transport cafe up ahead where they know me. We’ll go in there and let you recover.’

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    imagination…


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  • Francois

    Paris, France – May 17th 2007

    Paris, the city of love. Oh yes, it sure is. Here’s proof:

    I had just closed a deal with a fairly big firm. I was in a great mood, and had made a mental note that I was going to get laid before I had to fly back to Vancouver in two days. I hailed a cab outside the office building and was just about to get in, when a large hairy man came out of nowhere and gently, but firmly, grabbed my arm.

    ‘Pardon me sir,’ he said in fluent Parisian dialect, ‘but would you mind if I shared the cab with you? I seem to be having trouble finding one.’

    I looked around and saw plenty of empty cabs. I eyed him closely up and down, and smiled politely to him, ‘Only if you promise to dine with me tonight.’

    My demand took him aback for a moment, but then his face broadened into a large grin. He squeezed my arm lightly and nodded his consent.

    In the cab we made small talk and exchanged cell phone numbers. I now had the chance to take a closer look at my stalker. He stood about 6’3′ and sported a thick dark beard. His eyes were a steely blue, with slight speckles of yellow around the pupils. His smile was very warm and disarming. As he shifted in his seat, it wasn’t hard to tell he was a big man. I would guess about 250 lbs., and not all fat either. While he did have a bit of a paunch, he had a naturally large structure to him. His physique wasn’t the only thing large about him. When he looked away, I glanced down at his groin to discover a very large ‘basket’. It would take both my hands to cover it. I was getting hard.

    My new friend motioned to the cabbie that he was at his destination and I looked at him with a smile on my face. He asked why I was smiling.

    ‘I too, am residing at this very hotel.’ I beamed.

    ‘Very nice,’ he exclaimed, as we exited the cab.

    I had to hold my briefcase in front of me in order to hide the bulge in my pants. This man was gorgeous. A true beast in every sense of the word.

    We entered the elevator alone and as soon as the doors were closed, Francois turned to me and grabbed my face in his large hands. His tongue found mine and we sucked face all the way to the 18th floor. The doors opening startled us back to reality as I attempted to straighten out a bit, as people stepped onto the elevator and we stepped off.

    We hurriedly walked to his hotel room door and were inside in record time. It wasn’t long before all clothes were shed and I was on my knees sucking his massive uncut cock. When I say massive, I mean it. ‘A good 9.5 inches’ is what he told me later. Thick and vieny, it tasted like a cock should. Tart and cheesy, with just the right amount of smegma for good measure. I savored the musty smell of him and sucked on his thick pubic hairs. He was one hairy man. I rose to his nipples and tweaked them with my teeth as he moaned with desire while fingering my asshole gently.

    ‘Shall we shower?’ he inquired.

    ‘Yes, let’s,’ I nodded.

    Francois went over to the toilet to take a piss. I re-directed him to the shower and whispered, ‘Save that for me?’ He smiled his approval as I shut the shower stall door and knelt down in front of his beastly tool. I opened my mouth and waited patiently for his stream. He was having a hard time because he was very hard, his penis was now the size of a very large zucchini. With a sigh, he let go a thick, healthy golden stream. It caught me off guard, and a small amount trickled down my throat. It didn’t taste too bad. I savored his piss load, gurgling it lovingly as if it were a fine wine, then letting it run down my chin and out the sides of my mouth. It would only stand to reason that a man this big would take a large pee. He must have let out a few liters at least.

    When he was finished I happily swallowed the excess and began working his tool. He was easily 7′ in circumference and thus, it took me a while to accommodate his girth. Before long, I was deep throating most of him and his pleasure was very obvious. He stroked my long hair lovingly, uttering nasty words to me in French. A Frenchman can make the nastiest thing sound so romantic. LOL.

    His rantings grew louder and louder and within a few minutes he announced his forthcoming ejaculation. I continued sucking and sped up a bit to give him the full effect of my talented mouth. I felt his knees buckle as the first jet of semen exploded from his horse cock. I found myself unable to swallow his whole load and pulled my mouth off to take it on the face. Jet after jet of hot cum covered my entire body. From the top of my head to my chest and my entire back, I was blanketed in his baby batter. What a sensation! I ate as much as I could and stood up with a mouthful to exchange with him in a kiss. We sucked on each others’ tongues and chewed on each others’ lips like a couple of starving hyenas. This man was SO fucking HOT!!

    We finally got around to bathing, but I didn’t let him wash his cock with soap. It kills the pure taste of it.

    As we made our way to the bed, I thought to myself, ‘I’m going to ride this massive dick all night long.’ Which is exactly what I did. But uhhh…we’ll save that for another time eh? *wink* *wink*


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  • Morning Shower

    Chase stretched and yawned as he turned to stare at the sun shining through the drapes. His eyes fluttered a little at the brightness, the blinds and drapes not keeping the morning sun out all that well. His mouth felt a bit icky, with the normal morning taste as he glanced over at the clock radio, checking the time.

    As the red lighted numbers glowed, he felt happy. He didn’t have a hangover, or feel like the world was about to end. No pounding inside his head either, and it was after all a Saturday morning. He grinned to himself, wondering why he hadn’t found this answer before, as he turned towards the still sleeping figure next to him.

    It had only been a month since Johnny had been spending the weekends with him. Strange, but ever since he had started hitting the bars, going out on weekends, the person next to him had always been different. That was hell of a record, considering that he was 25 now, and started hitting the bars when he was 18. Seven years of bringing home different guys, until last month.

    Granted, there were a few who he had brought home more than once, some even made it to three times, though never in a row. Slipping out of bed, he walked softly towards the bathroom, checking to make sure that he wasn’t waking Johnny up. Chase could feel the smile n his face, as he looked at the covered figure, the bare arm stretched out, hugging the pillow.

    As he closed the bathroom door, and proceeded to wash up, he couldn’t help but feel a bit amazed at himself. Johnny was certainly a catch, only 22 and with a body most guys dreamed of. He had longish hair, deep brown eyes, and thin pale lips that were damn tasty, specially after they had been wrapped around his cock. Chase almost laughed out loud, as he felt his body stirring to the memory of last night’s fun. Still it wasn’t like he was a dog either, and he did rather think he was a bit of a catch too.

    Okay, he was an inch or so shorter than Johnny, and his hair was close cropped, but he had what many called ‘bedroom eyes’ and his body was in good shape for an old fart of 25. Still, it wasn’t his nature to have someone stick around like Johnny had.

    In the past, when they stayed the night, they didn’t stay for breakfast. Once he was up, they were also woken up and headed towards the door, long before he would have his morning shower. With Johnny, even that first sleep over, Chase never pushed him out. Hell he cooked him a full course breakfast, eggs, bacon, toast, and all the other trimmings.

    Course his reward had been one hell of a morning shower, and that too was becoming sort of a standard with them. He shook his head, as he spit out the last of the toothpaste. Staring at his reflection, he couldn’t see himself looking any different, but he sure felt different. He felt content, happy, in a way he had never thought possible.

    Then too, his drinking had suddenly dropped. One of the waiters at the bar last night had even commented on it, asking if he had become some tea totler or something. No more shooters being pounded back with chasers of Vodka or Beer. Then too, he was noticing how he wasn’t really wanting to spend time at the bar either. He hadn’t closed the joint down since that first night when he had met Johnny.

    Since then, they had a drink or two, took a turn or so on the dance floor, then came back to his place. They would watch a video or movie on the tube, though they had yet to see either to a conclusion. Johnny was always horny, and it was rather fun to be the centre of attention.

    They always had the intention of watching the movie, or video. They would make popcorn, sit it down on the coffee table, then Johnny would nestle into his arm, resting his head on Chase’s breast. He would have his arm around the guy, and before the movie was even finished with the opening credits, Johnny would have his hand groping Chase’s crotch.

    Chase managed a local hardware outlet, while Johnny was still at school. He attended the local community college, living in a dorm room with three other guys. The week was pretty busy for them both, between work and school, but the weekend was theirs. Though he had to admit, this last week had been the best.

    Drying his face, his hands, he ran his hand through his hair, pushing a few strands out of the way. It was nearly time for another haircut, though Johnny was urging him to let it grow. Maybe he would, he thought as he opened the door to head back into the bedroom.

    He looked over at the bed, noticing that Johnny hadn’t stirred yet. His arm still held the pillow, and Chase smiled as he walked over, feeling excited. Rarely had he ever felt that way in the morning, but with Johnny, it was becoming a natural state for him.

    Climbing back onto the bed, he could feel his semi erection rubbing against his thigh, as he propped himself up onto one elbow, so as to gaze at Johnny’s sleeping figure. He saw the dishevelled hair, the way a lock curled around the ear lope. He could hear the steady even breathing, saw the sheet lifting and falling in time to his breathing.

    He let his hand reach out, to lightly push back the lock of hair, and to sort of brush across the skin, just under the ear. Johnny moved a little, still asleep as he let his fingers lightly caress the shoulder, then the upper arm. He felt the tiny little hairs, felt them react to his light touch. Johnny mumbled a bit under his breath, but was still sleeping, as he let his hand fall to rest on the hip.

    Chase felt the warmth under his hand, as he let it rest there, while he stared at the back of Johnny’s neck. He leaned down, brushing his lips lightly behind the ear, then under it. He kissed it softly, feeling the tingling of his nerves, feeling the beat of his heart as he licked at the ear lope with his tongue.

    He whispered softly into the ear, as he gently let his teeth graze the ear lobe, lightly nibbling at it. The figure was starting to stir, and he let his tongue lick at the ear lobe, just inside and was rewarded with a soft murmur of pleasure. The body under his hand stirred a bit more, a sort of tremble, as it leaned back into his body.

    Chase knew that Johnny had awaken, as his arm left hugging the pillow, to reach around behind and touch him. He felt the body turn over, and he could see the face now, as it looked up at him. The eyes were open, staring into his own face. He saw the mouth spread open, a small grin crossing it, as he asked what time it was.

    Johnny shifted his position a little, and he leaned into Chase’s body. His head was on his arm, and Chase could feel his body pushing into his. His own body was pushing back, the sheet in the middle. Johnny let his head move forward, as he quickly gave Chase a kiss on the chin, then leaned back a little.

    Slowly Chase brought his hand up, pushing the sheet down off the upper body. With his index finger only, he began to caress his friend’s chest. He let the finger move lightly across the skin, feeling it shiver, feeling it tremble at his touch. He brought the finger up and under the chin, then up to rest on Johnny’s lips. He felt the lips curl and purse, then kiss his finger, which Johnny then wrapped his lips over, taking the tip into his mouth. Chase felt the saliva as Johnny sucked his finger tip, then moved his own hand over to rest on Chase’s hip. The fingers were spread apart, holding his hip snugly in their grip.

    His eyes were glancing upwards, as he sucked on the finger, a growing sense of hunger becoming visible. The eyes were fully awake, looking for Chase’s response, seeing it, waiting for it. Chase felt himself smile as he took his finger out, and then reached out with his hands to hold Johnny’s face. He moved in, and kissed him hard on the lips, tasting him, ignoring his morning breath.

    As they kissed, Chase ran his hand down the trembling body, until it was touching the groin. He leaned in, so his hand could reach further, to grasp the hard cock that had sprung up. He felt the hot pole, felt it stiffen to his touch, even as Johnny reached out for his, despite the sheet.

    It felt strange, to have his cock being held, with a sheet wrapped around it. Yet Johnny didn’t care, as he pulled on it, making it even harder. Chase felt the excitement growing between them, as he took hold of Johnny’s cock. He pulled it once or twice, then pulled his head back, his hand still holding onto the throbbing pole.

    ‘Someone’s excited’

    Johnny laughed, as he moved in closer, pulling on Chase’s hard cock and twisting it a little.

    ‘Like I ain’t the only one Bitch, so what you going to do about it?’

    Chase grinned as he suddenly reached out and pulled Johnny on top of him. He felt the sheet between then being pushed out of the way. His whole body suddenly quivered, as he felt Johnny’s hot burning flesh against his own. His body was shaking as he held Johnny, and felt his hot breath on his face, as Chase stared up at him. He saw the hair falling around his face, over his shoulders, tickling his own upper chest as Johnny looked down at him.

    He could see the lust, the desire, and Chase knew it was no different than how he was looking. He couldn’t help himself, as he felt his desire welling up, taking hold.

    ‘Depends.’

    ‘yeah? On what?’

    ‘I don’t know, on what I feel like.’

    ‘You think so huh? Well I know what I feel like.’

    ‘Do you now?’

    ‘Uh huh, and you gonna find out… now’

    With that Johnny leaned down and kissed Chase hard on the lips. His tongue pushed apart the lips, drove inside and began to lick him all over. It didn’t last long, as the tongue was out, and Johnny began to kiss and lick at his face.

    He kissed the chin, the nose, even the eyes, then let his tongue lick out at Chase’s inner ear, then slide down under, and over his neck. The tongue licked at the hollow of his throat, before kissing him and sliding his body downwards.

    Chase was suddenly being straddled by Johnny. His legs were pushing into his sides, his hands also, as he slowly began to kiss and lick his chest. His hard body was slowly moving down, and he bit one nipple, making Chase cry out. Johnny just laughed, as he leaned over to lick at the other nipple, then he wrapped his whole mouth over it, and sucked on the flesh, pulling it up from the body, then letting it fall back, licking and kissing it, before moving further down. His tongue licked at his belly, feeling his muscles rolling beneath, then suddenly he was sliding down, his knees digging into Chase’s legs.

    His cock was sticking up, and he looked down his quivering body to see Johnny’s face hovering over his stiff dick. Chase felt his heart quicken, felt his lungs suck in more air, as long strands of Johnny’s hair swayed across his thighs. Suddenly Johnny lifted his head up and stared back at Chase, then as their eyes met, he broke the contact, and pushed himself down, his head now right over his cock. He felt the hot breath a second before feeling the press of lips over his cock head.

    Chase groaned, as the lips wrapped tightly over his cock head, the tongue flicked out, swiping at the oozing pre cum, then he heard Johnny as he swallowed his early seed. His body stiffened, as the lips pressed even tighter and began to slide down his cock head, to now wrap around his pole. He felt the teeth graze the head, and he moaned. His hands reached up and out to rest on Johnny’s head.

    He pushed down, and felt the lips sliding across his burning skin. He felt like he would explode as Johnny’s nose buried itself into the soft flesh of his groin. Once more he moaned, his hands holding Johnny’s head down, but nor for long. The head resisted his hands, pushed back, but didn’t let go of the throbbing cock. He felt himself shake, as Johnny quickly began to suck on the cock. Chase felt Johnny’s fingers digging into the soft flesh of his sides, just above his hips. He couldn’t move, as the head twisted and turned as it moved up and down on his cock. He could feel his cock head jerking and bouncing from side to side. His balls were aching, as Johnny held him even tighter. It was like a vacuum as he heard the noises, felt the press of lips.

    His hands dropped to his side, as he couldn’t hold them up any longer. He felt his body growing more tense, more rigid, as the blood was racing from all over, towards his groin. His moans were constant now, when suddenly the hold on his cock eased, then as he tried to comprehend the change, he felt the hands pushing and pulling at his body. Looking up he saw the glazed stare, and heard the command to turn over.

    Quickly he turned onto his belly, as he felt Johnny lift up, then move his legs inside of Chase’s legs. He felt the knees push his legs apart, as the body moved in closer. Then he felt the whole weight of Johnny on his back, felt the hard cock pushing at his buttocks as Johnny leaned over towards the night stand. He heard the drawer open, and he knew he was going to be taking Johnny.

    His head was spinning as the press on his back eased, then he heard a grunt, then a slight tearing sound. He felt Johnny’s hand throw something, as the motion made the air over him sway. Chase grabbed the pillow next to him, and shoved it under his chin, and his hands were up, on either side as he felt Johnny’s hand doing something near his butt.

    A small grunt told him that it was going to be soon, that Johnny was nearly ready. His body started to tense up, his buttocks clenching and unclenching, as he tried to remain clam. His cock ached, his balls were hurting too as he felt Johnny’s finger sliding down his crack, resting near his hole. Then he felt the finger prod him, poke at him, till the tip was just pushing slightly inside, then it pulled back. His two hands reached down, and he felt them dig into his flesh, and pull his cheeks apart.

    The sound echoed in the room, then he felt the spit strike his rectum. His buttocks quivered, as once more Johnny spit, lubricating his hole. Every nerve seemed to be tingling, as he felt the hot breath, then felt the raspy edge of Johnny’s tongue. He felt it lick at his crack, at the pink valley between his two cheeks. He moaned, closing his eyes tightly as the tongue licked around his hope, teasing him, then moving down then back up, then over and around, then suddenly he felt it penetrate him.

    He cried out loudly, feeling the jolt inside, feeling the waves of immense pleasure flowing up into his body. His cheeks quivered, his legs shot out, taut like a band of steel as Johnny’s tongue dug deep into his rectum. His hole was quivering, as he felt the tongue lick at him, taste him, then twist around and curl, to lick at him in ways he had never felt before. His whole body was shaking, as Johnny’s tongue licked him hard.

    Chase had no idea how long Johnny licked his hole. He felt drained when it suddenly stopped, his body was in torment, from the constant waves of pleasure that had run up and down his body. His heart was pounding, his breathing was laboured, as he now felt the hard press of something up and above his quivering pink hole.

    It slid down his valley, wedged itself hard up against his hole. He could feel the muscles still tingling, still shuddering as Johnny grunted, then released his own held back breath. Chase cried out, as the pain lanced up his spine, as his hole was suddenly spread wider than it thought it could be. He felt the hot flesh sliding past, entering his body. His hands balled up into fists, and he gritted his teeth, as he felt Johnny penetrate him fully.

    The cock was deep inside before he let his breath out, and it was still moving in, as he twisted his head around as he tried to stop from screaming. He bit his lip, gritted his teeth as Johnny drove his cock further into him. He moaned now, feeling the pain slowly turning to pleasure.

    Every fibre of his being was screaming at him. His mind was seeing red and blue dots across his closed eyelids. His heart was racing now, faster and faster it went, until all he could hear was a rushing roar in his ears. He cried out, as he felt Johnny’s crotch grinding into his buttocks.

    As he felt the hard press of Johnny’s groin against his cheeks, it began to pull back. Then when he though the cock would be pulled right out, it was once more travelling quickly back inside of him. He banged the bed with one fist, while yelling out. He bit his lip, feeling it flatten under pressure from his teeth, as the cock inside moved faster and deeper.

    In and Out it went. He felt like Johnny had a jack hammer buried inside of his ass. Fast and hard it went, each inward thrust Johnny’s groin would slap into Chase’s buttocks. The noise would be drowned out by the grunts from Johnny, the mournful wails from Chase. He could hear his own voice, as if it was off in a distance, begging for him to go faster. He was begging him for more, urging him on, as he felt the constant rolling waves of pain and pleasure travel though his whole body. He was feeling light headed, as the blood was rushing to his cock.

    He tried to reach down, to grab hold but he couldn’t. He heard Johnny cry out, felt the sudden emptiness inside of his ass, then the cry again, then the hot burning sensation all along his backside, which made him moan. The hot cum was splashing across his back, up near his neck, then all the way down his spine, and across his cheeks. He shuddered, as Johnny came. He felt the splatters, felt his body shake to each drop that hit him.

    Johnny pressed his spent cock along the still shaking butt cheeks. He used his cock to wipe across the splatters, to smear them across the shaking flesh. His body was exhausted, as he let himself fall on top, resting hard on top of Chase’s body. He was panting, the sounds joining with Chase’s, as he lay there, unable to move.

    As the thundering noise of his heart pounding eased, Johnny managed to roll over, and lay next to Chase. His eyes rolled a little, as he let one arm fall across Chase’s backside. He felt his own cum, felt the pain in his chest ease, as he slowly regained his composure.

    ‘I need a shower, you got me all sweaty’ he said, as he tried to get up off the bed. Chase turned over, to watch, grinning an evil little smile as Johnny walked towards the bathroom. He closed the door behind him, but not fully, as Chase slowly got up off the bed. He listened until he heard the water running, then headed to the bathroom.

    ‘I love morning showers’ he said to himself, as he opened the door.


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