. . . . I’m a nice person, I thought to myself as I hacked at vegetables. I’m a very nice person. That’s good. That’s a good thing to be. I brought the knife down through the cucumber with a particularly satisfying mental image. Disgusting, but satisfying. I’m not sucking up, I told myself. I’m not. I was, and I knew it. There would be no other reason on this earth that I’d come to the rescue of my bastard department head and invite him to stay at my apartment while his was repaired from the damage of a minor but none-the-less frightening fire. And, somehow, he had looked less like his usual cold, distant self when he explained why he was late. Almost human, in fact. I hacked up another cucumber, muttering. He wasn’t human. He was unfeeling, cold, rude, unforgiving, judgmental, and had completely dicked me on my last performance review. The fact that he had been right about the changes he suggested was neither here nor there for the purposes of any discussion I’d ever have. The fact that following his advice was probably going to get me a promotion was irrelevant, too.

. . . . I heard the soft knock at the door, stared at the knife-edge for a second, then put it down carefully. I wiped my hands and went and opened the door. I stood and gaped. I admit it. Eyes wide, mouth open, not moving except for my eyes that traveled up and down him. I made some kind of a sound. He grinned. I mean…grinned, not the usual twitch of the corners of his lips I saw occasionally at the office. He had a mouthful of perfect teeth and a dimple in his right cheek. He wasn’t wearing his glasses, and his eyes were slate blue. The usually gelled back hair was thick and going wherever it wanted to. He was wearing a T-shirt with a popular, smart-ass and funny saying on it over denim shorts that should have been enjoying their retirement years. The sneakers on his feet were worn and paint splattered. The luggage was expensive and matched. "Hi," he said brightly. "Am I too early?" I mumbled at him and ushered him in, thinking about "Invasion of the Body Snatchers."

. . . . I put his things in the guestroom, and he wandered behind me back to the kitchen, his hands in his pockets. He accepted a glass of wine, sat on a stool and watched me slice vegetables. I kept glancing up at him. He chuckled finally. "You know those old movies," he asked, "where the secretary takes off her glasses and unpins her hair, and she’s suddenly gorgeous, and so on and so on?" I nodded. He grinned again. "Ta-da," he said. "I’m like that. I shed the work clothes, and I turn into a person." And a damned hot stud, too, I didn’t say. His smile vanished. "When I started with this company, the owner was a vicious homophobe who would have destroyed me if he found out." I gaped. "You’re gay?" I asked stupidly. He nodded. "And to protect myself, I only brought a part of me to work. It’s me, but it’s just part of me. New owners, change in attitude, old self-protective instinct." He shrugged and sipped his wine. I chopped vegetables. I’d had no idea he was gay. None. "I’m the "accept me as I am or fuck you" type," I blurted, for what reason I don’t know. He looked at me with glittering eyes. "I know," he whispered. "That’s one of the reasons I like you so much."

. . . . He swears I threw myself over the counter at him, but I did not. I walked around the end, admittedly very rapidly, pulled by all the emotion that had come flooding out of his eyes. I kissed him, a long, tender exploratory kiss that heated into a lusty tongue dance. His hair was thick and clean and my fingers disappeared in it as I pulled his mouth to mine. He wrapped his legs around my hips, letting me rub my aching bulge against his crotch. His hands went up under my shirt to caress my back. He trembled, as if he was fighting hesitancy. I pulled my head back to look at him. "Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked, my voice as strong as I could make it. He looked at me. He put about four syllables and a world of need into the word "yes." I grabbed, yanked and put him on the floor.

. . . . He writhed under me, his hands moving over my back and ass. I braced myself and kept kissing him, taking his mouth with long tongue thrusts, sliding to nibble on his lips, then sucking his tongue. I rubbed crotch against his, feeling the hard swelling and listening to the helpless sounds he made. His fingers dug into my ass, urging me to move harder and faster, and I did. He pulled up his knees and buried his face in my neck. I ground against him, and suddenly his back arched, his pelvis slammed up to me, he shuddered and groaned loudly. I put a hand under the back of his head to prevent it from hitting the floor when he collapsed. He stared up at the ceiling with blind eyes. "I needed to be touched so badly," he said finally. "So damned badly, for so damned long." I kissed his lips gently and murmured to him.

. . . . Naked, he was beautiful. I loved his smooth chest, his tight round ass, his flat stomach, and his marvelous cock. Long, thick and quick to get ready to go again. I stood as he stripped me, his eyes gleaming, then lay back on the bed as he kissed his way down to nuzzle my balls. He was tender and gentle, and I wiggled in the bed to get comfortable and stroked his back with my fingertips. He gave incredible head. Slow. Intense. Passionate. He kept his eyes open, meeting my eyes, exploring my body, and occasionally releasing my cock so he could nuzzle it and admire it. He was feasting and he let me know it. I wanted it to go on forever, but his talented mouth made that impossible. Finally, I couldn’t fight it anymore, and I tapped him. He smiled, then took my cock in deep and sucked it hard. It startled me, and shoved me over the edge. I erupted, cumming much harder than I’d expected to. He swallowed the cream with gentle moans. Finally, he put his head down on my thigh, my softening cock still held lightly in his mouth. His eyes drifted closed and he released a deep sigh.

. . . . I lay in complete contentment and watched him suckle my cock. He looked serene and peaceful. I stroked his arm, admiring him, until my cock started to stiffen again. He chuckled as my shaft hardened in his mouth and his eyes opened. I grinned at him, and reached over and swatted his ass. "This!" I said, laughing. "I want this!" He wiggled his horny butt for me and grinned. I slid my cock out of his mouth, then put one arm across his back and one across his thighs to hold him down and licked and bit the tender cheeks of his ass. He wiggled in a mock struggle, making helpless little noises that drove me wild. I nipped down the crack of his ass, closing my teeth just hard enough to leave a tiny red mark. He began to tremble.

. . . . I knelt, then pulled him and put him on his hands and knees. I reached one hand between his legs and gently squeezed his balls. He moaned and threw his head back. I used the other hand to spread his ass cheeks apart, then leaned down and licked his hole. "You like?" I whispered. "Yes!" he groaned, shuddering. "I like!" I grinned and tickled his pucker with the tip of my tongue. "Then tell me," I said. "Tell me what you want." He let out a long shuddering breath. "I love it when you lick my ass!" he said. "I love it! Tongue fuck my hole. I want you to tongue fuck me. I want you to finger fuck me. I want you to put your hard cock up my ass and fuck me!" He kept telling me, too, and it made me shake. I ate his ass for a long time, making his cock drip cum and all his muscles twitch. Finally, I was driving myself insane, so I stopped, lubricated a finger and slid it into his hungry hole. He was tight and hot, and humped his ass back at me to take the finger deep. I worked his hole hard, then slid in another finger. He tightened his muscles on me, and all I could do was imagine that incredibly tight ring sliding up and down my cock. I slid in a third finger, spreading them apart slightly, listening to him moan, and watching his beautiful pink hole open. Damn, I wanted in.

. . . . I made him stand and lean over the bed, resting his weight on his palms. I stood behind him and took my cock in my hand, rubbing the swollen, oozing head up and down the crack of his ass. I popped the head in with a small shove, then stood and held his hips still. I teased him, the head stretching his hole open wide, but didn’t give him anymore until he begged for it. Then I gave a hard hip thrust and slammed my rod all the way up his tight ass. He howled in ecstasy, begging me to fuck him hard. I gripped his hips and pumped, my pelvis slamming into his luscious ass, my balls smacking against his. He thrust back at me, grunting, taking my cock in deep and gripping it with his muscles. "Fuck me!" he howled. "Fuck me hard!"

. . . . I obliged with everything I had, holding on to make it last. I stroked as hard and as deep as I could, my ass clenched tight, my balls so swollen I thought they’d explode. I wanted him to have the most solid ass fucking of his life. Finally, I had to pull out or I would have exploded. He whimpered at me. I put him on the bed on his hands and knees, then shoved his head down. I reached over, pulled open the drawer, and took out my favorite toy. A 12" cock shaped dildo. The thing was over 2" across at the head. I mounted his shoulders, resting lightly to trap his head down, then ran a hand over his ass. Silk. A silky ass with a nice, open hungry mouth, waiting to be fed. I put the head of the dildo against his hole and pushed it in…slowly…an inch at a time. He shuddered as it went deeper and deeper into him. I began to pump it up and down, grinning at the amount of it he took inside. His hole was stretched huge, and I trembled when I looked at it. Damn, I thought. That tight little pucker is OPEN.

. . . . I pumped hard, my fist slamming down into his ass with each down stroke. He started to howl a continuous, wordless sound of intense pleasure/pain that vibrated through his chest and tingled my balls. I felt my cock squirt precum all over his back. I began to hump his back, feeling my cock slide up the bumps in his spine as my balls rubbed through his hair. I watched the huge dildo fuck up and down like a piston as I humped him and got high off his howls. His balls flopped heavily each time my fist came down on his ass. Finally, he began to scream as his body convulsed and he pumped cum all over the sheets. I felt my back arch and went rigid as I shot my load on his back, continuing to hump his slippery back and fuck his ass until he couldn’t take anymore. We collapsed into a sloppy pile, and I managed to move enough to pull him into my arms before we both passed out.

. . . . I got the promotion, and we used the extra money to move into a bigger, nicer apartment. And, just the other day, I caught him smiling at the office.

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. . . . This is about the day I went into the closet. We’d been taking inventory at work, late on a Saturday. We’d put it off for as long as we could, it was a bitch of a job, and everybody had somewhere else they’d rather be. I’d volunteered to help Chas put the supplies away. We hauled the shit into the big storage closet, and I bumped the wooden block as we walked in. Chas whipped around and said "Don’t….let the door close." I turned around at the dull thud behind me. I shrugged, went over and tried the handle. Wouldn’t move. I shook it. Not a tremor. I looked at Chas. "It’s broken," he said quietly. "We can’t get out from the inside." We pounded on the door an howled for about an hour, then gave up. We were fucking stuck in there until Monday morning.

. . . . As far as temporary prisons go, it wasn’t too bad. It was the only storeroom, so it had all sorts of stuff in it, including food, drink, a small bathroom, a single cot the owner used when he got pissed off at his lover, a radio with extra batteries, and several bottles of really cheap whiskey. Chas sat on the cot, rested his elbows on his knees and hung his head. I’m a pacer. I paced back and forth, every once in a while looking down at Chas. Funny guy, Chas is. So smart he’s scary, competent, reliable…that’s how everybody thinks of him. You have to look twice to realize he’s got dark, burning brown eyes, a classic face, and a full, tender mouth. I kept pacing, and tried to ignore the bulge in my jeans, and suddenly got scared as hell about what I was doing.

. . . . Chas looked up at me. "You couldn’t just do dinner and a movie, could you?" he said quietly. "You had to lock us up in a fucking tomb." I stopped pacing. I couldn’t look at him. I swallowed hard. "You know?" I said. "Yes," he said quietly. "I know." I heard the cot creak as he got up. He was behind me, then pressed against me. I could feel his hard cock thrusting against my ass, his hands on my chest and his lips on my neck. I almost came in my pants. I’d wanted this so fucking long.

. . . . I turned in his arms and found his mouth with mine. I slid my tongue in, holding him tight, sliding a hand up to his hair and pulling his head back so that I could slide my mouth down to his throat. I licked and nibbled him, then nipped at his neck. The workhours I’d spent staring at this spot on his neck. His hand went for the front of my jeans and caressed me. A gentle touch, exploring , that grew more passionate. I spread my legs and he cupped my balls, and squeezed gently. I could hear my own breathing get rough and fast. I’d wanted this for so long…and never really dreamed he’d ever let me touch him. "I’m sorry I’m an ass," I whispered. He shook his head, indicating I shouldn’t talk, then started to unbutton my shit.

. . . . We lay naked together on the cot, kiss and exploring with our hands. I was so hard it hurt, but wanted it to last. I was the basic primitive one, and I had gone romantic. The normally poetic Chas had become an animal. I felt his hands slide down my back and cup my ass, then his fingers dug in and he pulled me to him. "Fuck me," he gasped. "Fuck me nasty, Barry." I looked at his burning eyes, and if there had been a window, romance would have gone flying out of it.

. . . . I took his head and pushed it toward my cock. He slid down and gulped my cock, taking it in so damn deep, tightening his lisp around it hard, then it letting it slide back out as he slurped his tongue all around it. He sucked my like a fiend, his head bobbing up and down, humping his hard cock against my leg. I slapped his ass, and pulled his thigh around, and that gorgeous cock was in my mouth. We sucked each other hard. I ran my tongue around his swollen head, tasting it and whispering against it. I told him how he was going to swallow my cum over and over again until I told him he could stop. I ‘d wanted him for so long, the beautiful bastard, he was going to pay for it. I put my hands on his ass, gently at first, then slapping the hell out of both cheeks at once as I gobbled his cock. I spread his cheeks apart hard, and found that little puckered hole I’d dreamed about. I licked a finger and put it in hard, finger fucking his ass as I sucked him. He began to pump my mouth, his hips moving up and down as the rest of his body trembled. "Give me every fucking drop, you little shit," I growled with his cock still in my mouth. He went rigid and shot cum down my throat. I swallowed it all, greedily sucking at him until he begged me to stop. Then I came all over his face.

. . . . I wiped his face with a finger and made him suck my finger clean. He knelt before me, eyes closed, obeying everything I said to do. My head got a little crazy for a few minutes, thinking up all the things I’d like to have him do just because I was now in charge. I licked his face clean. "Fucking cunt," I whispered against his delicate eyelids. "You fucking whore cunt. You’ve done this to me." The eyes opened slowly, and I looked into them and damn near drowned.

. . . . I pulled him into my lap. He straddled me, our cocks and balls touching and I sucked his nipples. I sucked them too hard, I spanked his ass too hard, I told him I was going to fuck him up his tight little ass until he couldn’t walk. He put his hands behind his back, submitting to me completely. I grabbed my tie and tied his wrists together behind his back. I took his own tie and blindfolded him. I put him on his knees before me, and brushed my soft cock against his lips. "Suck it hard, cunt," I growled at him. He took it in his mouth and sucked me. It was ecstasy, and I was almost sorry when my cock was swollen and hard again. I put my hands on the sides of his head and fucked his mouth. I could feel the top of his throat as I pumped. I wanted to shove it down his damn throat and fuck him completely. I wanted him to feel me deeper inside than he’d ever felt anything. The fucking prick bastard had rocked my world. I stared down and watched my dark cock slide in and out of the tender mouth fastened around it. He was mine. He was finally mine, and I wanted to fuck him forever.

. . . . I pulled my hips out before I did fuck through his head and he whimpered when his mouth was empty. I started to ooze at the sound and dragged him to his feet. I made him tell me he was a whore, a bitch, a prick teasing piece of tail that had shaken his tight ass at me since we’d met, making my cock hard, making me want him. He said everything in his quiet, steady voice. I went wild, and my head took off again. I wanted to slap the shit out of him, but I didn’t. I wanted to rape him, over and over again, then make him beg me to do it again. I was insane, holding on to his thick rod like it was a handle, pumping it and squeezing his balls. Mine. My fuck toy. Mine.

. . . . I got control back and put him on the cot on his stomach, still tied and still blindfolded. I ran a hand over his velvety ass, then bent and bit him. I marked his cheek with my teeth, then moved and marked the other. "Slut," I said. "Fucking slut." He shoved his ass up at me and begged me to use it. I spanked him again, hard, then kissed the red handprint, and spread his cheeks. I tongue fucked his ass until my mouth hurt. He wiggled and moaned and told me he was a worthless slut that didn’t deserve to be beaten by me. I didn’t know what the hell kind of demon had awakened in me, but it was up and roaring.

. . . . I had to get off him to get the lubricant, and that gave me a chance to cool down. My cock wanted that tight pink hole, and didn’t much give a fucking damn if he was ready to take it or not. I wanted to slam in and tear him open. I splashed cold water on my face, and turned and looked at him. Trussed and helpless. My fuckthing. My whore. Mine.

. . . . I ran a slippery finger between his cheeks, getting it nice and coated. I had to slow down or I really would hurt that beautiful ass. I spread his cheeks, and touched the hole. The little puckered beauty was all mine. I entered it tenderly, playing with the tip of my finger, then slowly, easily putting it deeper. His breathing as harsh and his hips trembled as they tried to stay still. "Tell me you want your master, slut," I said. He smiled slightly, and said quietly, "I’ve wanted you since I met you, Barry. I had to wait until you wanted me, and could live with that. Then I broke the lock." I turned around and looked at the door. My great plan to have him alone with me…had been his plan.

. . . . I knelt over his ass and rubbed my cockhead up and down the crack. I pushed it in slowly, easily, tenderly…and deeply. He took every inch of me up his sweet ass, clenching and releasing his muscles. He was a hard tight ring sliding up and down my cock as I pumped at him. I stretched to my full length and balanced on my hands as I fucked him. He wore a small, contented smile, moving his hips up to meet me. I started to pump harder, and untied his hands. He moved his arms and I laid along his back, pumping my cock in him as hard as I could. The demon was back, and I wanted to own him. He quietly let me fill whatever need caused me to slam my hips down against his tender ass. I fucked him harder than I thought he could take, but all he did was move faster for me. My full, heavy balls hit him and I could feel my cock swell. so could he, and he suddenly started to beg to be full of my cum. I lost it and pumped him full, pulse after pulse of hot cum flooding him. I stayed hard and kept fucking his cum filled hole, feeling it, listening to it, until I couldn’t move anymore.

. . . . I pulled out of him carefully, and got a wet towel to clean him. He knew I was crying, and other than putting a hand on my knee, he made no movement or sound, letting my cry out my demon. I rolled him over gently and kissed him. He sucked my tongue and nibbled at my lips, taking them in his teeth and pulling gently. I licked down his chest, gently sucked each nipple, then flicked my tongue down to his belly. I played around the belly button, finally putting my tongue in so gently and just holding it there. I rubbed my face through his tight and curly pubic hair, then slid a tongue down his hip to his thigh. I licked down both legs, kissed his feet, and sucked his toes.

. . . . Finally, I returned to his hard, swollen cock and took him in my mouth. I sucked slowly, gently, almost reverently, as he put his palms on my head and stroked my hair. I took him deep, relaxing my throat muscles, wanting his pleasure more than I had wanted my own. I sucked him for a long time, and he built slowly, almost dreamily. When his gasps became helpless, when I couldn’t wait for his cum a second longer, he arched his back and flooded my mouth, and I swallowed and swallowed all of him.

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. . . . I didn’t mind looking out the window and watching Old Man Winter kick the shit out of Kennedy Airport. I was born in Maine, and a little snow didn’t freak me. I didn’t mind the flight being delayed. I fly a lot and shit happens. I sort of didn’t mind having my entire life flash before me four times on the way to O’Hare. Again, I fly a lot, and shit happens. I minded like hell being informed that all flights out of Chicago were grounded for who knew how long, and I wasn’t going to see the sunshine in southern California for some time. I didn’t have the heart to bitch at the little geek behind the counter. Wasn’t his fault there was a blizzard. It was his fault he stuck me in a room with a cold, silent bastard, but I don’t suppose he did it on purpose.

. . . . My new best friend was actually quite good looking, if you overlooked his sullen expression and smoldering angry eyes. I know a lot of guys like that type, but I’m not one of them. I’m more the "what the hell, let’s party!" type myself, and those are the kinds of men I like. I tried to be friendly until continuing to be friendly would have been the act of a moron. Then I ignored him. I locked myself in the bathroom, cursed the blizzard a few more times, and took a shower. I came out with one towel wrapped around my waist as I rubbed another through my hair. I pulled the towel away from my face when I heard the sound. He was staring at me with a look of naked hunger on his face. Lust to the 10th power. All I could do was stand and stare back at him, hypnotized by the look. I’ve turned on my share, but this was…unbelievable. He looked up at my face and a door slammed shut inside him. "I’ll take a shower now," he said curtly, and tried to move past me to the bathroom. I put a palm flat against the wall to block him. He shuddered and moaned as his chest collided with my arm. He closed his eyes, forcing air into his lungs. "You smell so damn good," he whispered. "So damn good." I grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled his face to mine, thrusting my tongue into his mouth and kissing him hard.

. . . . He resisted at first, or at least, made an attempt to. An unsuccessful attempt. He sucked my tongue in as his hands ripped the towel off me. He gasped as his fingers brushed my stiffening cock. He gave my cock a few tentative strokes, then I nearly fell forward as his head suddenly disappeared. I looked down. He had gone to his knees and suctioned my cock into his mouth. Eyes closed, breathing hard, he sucked and licked at me as both hands explored. He caressed my balls with one hand as the other stroked my cock. I had to shake my head to clear it. I was standing naked and dripping in a hotel room in Chicago while a nameless man in a silver-gray suit gave me the most outrageous blowjob of my life. What the hell, let’s party, I said to myself, and braced both palms against the wall.

. . . . He locked his lips around my cock and started pushing his face forward and pulling it back, taking me deeper and deeper with each stroke. When I felt the top of his throat I damn near died. It was incredible. I’d never fucked a throat before, and frankly never thought I would. Part of me detached slightly to observe him as his thrusts took my cockhead past the top and into his throat. His eyes flicked open and he stayed motionless for a few seconds. I suddenly got the fascination with smoldering eyes. His dark eyes burned at me. He needed my cock in his mouth even more than I needed to cum. "Holy shit," I whispered. I swear his eyes shot flames at me. He did something that made it feel like his throat was milking my cock, and I shot cum long and hard. I couldn’t hear anything over my own howls, or feel anything outside the shell of my body that was trying to contain the biggest fucking cum of my life. I was vaguely aware that the floor had come up to meet me and his hand grabbed my head before I cracked my skull. After that, all I knew for sure was that the plane had obviously crashed and I was in Gay Heaven.

. . . . Sensations worked their way into my gelatinous brain. The hot, moist smell of a post-shower bathroom. The smell of soap and shampoo. A radio. His humming along with the radio. Pain from lying on the damned floor. I opened my eyes. He was sitting on the bed reading the room service menu. He was naked, and I heard the angels sing. The exquisite tailoring had hidden a body that had been sculpted out of bronze. Not only was he tan, but his muscles were well developed, his waist trim, his thighs firm. To make it absolutely perfect, the Adonis had big, ugly feet. I felt immediately better about my somewhat-less-than-perfect physique. He turned to me as I struggled to my feet and I saw his cock hanging between his legs. I slipped and landed hard on my knees. I swear my little puckered asshole whimpered. Flaccid, the thing was huge. Unusually huge. Erect, the man must be a weapon. "Duh…uh…huh," I said stupidly, and dropped to the bed.

. . . . He smiled at me, and those damned angels sang again. His smile was tender and genuine. The eyes still burned, but this was a fire I recognized. "Hungry?" he said in a voice full of latent laughter. I blinked at him and wondered where the cold, silent bastard had gone. I said something that was intended to be "Yes, I’m hungry," but it came out a garbled mess. He dimpled at me. I swear, the man dimpled at me. "I’ll take that as a compliment on my abilities," he chuckled, "which I was very afraid I had lost." I assured him he hadn’t lost his abilities, or at least I tried to. My brain was still going "Throat! Throat!" He ordered some food substance, and made sure my meat was cut into bite-size pieces and I didn’t choke on anything. He also opened his verbal floodgates.

. . . . His name was Robert, but he was called "Rot" due to a beloved brother who couldn’t spell worth a shit. I thought for a few seconds and dredged Anthony out of my memory banks. "Not ‘Tony’," I said firmly. "Anthony." He grinned. He was doing that a lot, and it was unnerving. Pleasant, but unnerving. He was thoughtful enough to let me digest my meal before he spread me out on the bed and ate the hell out of my ass.

. . . . All that was required on my part was to lay there and groove, and that’s all I was up to. He had an unusually long, agile tongue. He buried his face in the crack of my ass and tongue fucked me hard and deep. It was incredible. His hands held my ass open, massaging my cheeks. His fingers began to slowly increase the pressure, until he was gripping me hard. It was a delicious pleasure/pain that made me feel as if I was a complete slave to his desires, which frankly, I was. When he removed his tongue and moved away for a few seconds, I felt a sharp pain like grief.

. . . . He was back quickly, and gave my ass a little slap. "Up," he ordered. I went to my hands and knees, then lowered my head, offering him my quivering ass for anything he’d care to do. I could feel his hard cock bumping my thighs as I moved, and my head swam. The thing was fucking huge. He took the shaft in his hand and rubbed it against me. Up and down both thighs, on each cheek, up and down the crack of my ass. He left a trail of hot precum as he stroked. Then he leaned down and licked all his precum off my skin. My own hard cock started to twitch.

. . . . He spread my cheeks with the fingers of his left hand, and rubbed the lubricated index finger of his right up and down the crack. Each time, he carefully jumped over my hole. He’d come as close as possible to it without touching it, then skip over and slide down to toy with my balls. I looked under myself, and a swollen, desperate purple thing looked back at me. At that moment, the very tip of his index finger penetrated my hole. He held it there, until the insane frustration make me shove my ass back at him and swallow the finger. He’d worked me too such a state that I humped his hand as hard as I could. He had a second finger waiting for me on one of my backward thrusts, then a third. I was wide open, fucking his fingers for all I was worth. I humped backwards so hard the bed moved back and forth, slamming against the wall. I was afraid to look under myself again. My cock felt as if had surged to twice its normal size.

. . . . When the fingers disappeared I let out a long, shuddering moan. Then I felt the head of his cock against my ass crack, and froze. It felt like it should be attached to something wearing a saddle. I think I whimpered. He made calm, reassuring noises and stroked my hip gently. I calmed down, and he worked his fingers in my hole again to reopen my panicking sphincter muscles. He got me sloppy with lubricant, trying to make sure I ‘d feel nothing but pleasure. When the huge cockhead rubbed my crack again, I took a deep breath, exhaled slowly and forced myself to relax. "Yes," I whispered. "I want you to. Yes."

. . . . He entered me gently. Carefully. And it still felt like being assfucked by a Kentucky Derby winner. He slid in, his hands stroking both my hips as he continued to whisper to me. I calmed and relaxed what few of my muscles that still responded to me. He began a slow, gentle stroking. I held onto the bed for dear life. Eventually, my brain accepted that I wasn’t going to burst open, and that huge cock starting hitting pleasure spots I didn’t even know I had. "Fuck me, Rot," I whispered. "Oh, shit, this is great. Damn. Fuck me." His response was to grip my hips with his hands and pump a little faster, building up speed gradually. Eventually, his hips pounded me, his balls thudded against mine, and that huge fuckstick went in and out of my ass like a piston. I reached under myself, grabbed my balls and pulled down on them gently. I wanted this to last. It was incredible. I’d never had anything this big in my ass. Never. I felt drunk with pleasure, and knew that when I finally came it was going to be like nothing I’d ever felt before. He started to cum, and it felt as if a firehose had gone off in my ass. I swear, the force of his pulsing cum nearly knocked me on my face. It definitely knocked me over the edge. I came, screaming his name, the shuddering orgasm lasting longer than I was prepared for. I collapsed, my body still twitching from the sensations. He landed on top of me. He slid his still-hard cock out of me carefully as I kept twitching.

. . . . Chicago was subjected to the worst blizzard in something like 30 years, and O’Hare was locked up tight for four days. I swear, five days and I never would have walked again.

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. . . . The game was rained out. It was fucking rained out. We had waited all of a really shitty work week for this, and it was rained out. We stared at each other. "Well," Jack said. "What the hell do you wanna do now?" I shrugged. "I don’t give a flying fuck. I’m depressed." To illustrate this, I lay back on the couch and put a pillow over my head. "How depressed?" Jack asked thoughtfully. I raised the pillow. "Am I being graded on this?" He shook his head and took a business card out of his pocket and handed it over. "I got this from a guy at work. His brother just had a bachelor party." I took it and looked at it. Shiny black card with gold script. The name "Angelina" and a phone number. I looked at Jack. "And Angelina would be…who, exactly?" He looked serious. "She’s a hooker, Danny. A prostitute." I snorted. "I know what a fucking hooker is…hey, that’s funny if you think about it." Jack didn’t think it was that funny. "She’ll do both of us for $200." I stared at him. Jack was a solid guy, as sober and levelheaded as they come, and not the type to wave a hooker’s business card around. "You’re serious, aren’t you," I asked. There was a knock at the door. He was serious.

. . . . Angelina was a well-stacked blonde, with big innocent blue eyes, fair skin, an easy smile, and a soft voice. She was also all business at first. She wanted $200 cash, up front, and rattled off a list of things she would do, followed by a list of things she wouldn’t. Considering Jack and I had both only done half the things on the "would" list, and hadn’t even heard of half the things on the "wouldn’t" list, we reached an agreement rather quickly, handed over the $200, then stood around and stared at each other. She smiled. "Separately or together?" she asked. I opened my mouth, but Jack got there first. "Together," he said quietly. I shot him a look, but he was looking at Angelina. She waved a hand vaguely. "Bedroom?" Jack pointed. "This way."

. . . . We went into the bedroom, where I stood awkwardly, shifting from foot to foot as Anglina stripped naked, and Jack took off his clothes with his usual calm. Soon, they were naked on the bed, and I felt stupid, so I took off my clothes. I walked around and slid into bed on the other side of the hooker. She urged us to relax, then started kissing us both in turn. I put my hand on her left tit and squeezed gently. Jack was doing much better, his mouth latched to a nipple, his cock already hard. I looked down at my flaccid friend and sighed. This wasn’t my scene, I thought, and started to get off the bed. The hooker grabbed me. By the balls. I froze, and she got on all fours and took me in her mouth and gave me some expert sucking. I lay back, grateful my cock was starting to stiffen, and watched as Jack knelt behind Angelina and started to pump her pussy from behind. I dug watching him fuck her as she sucked me, and my cock woke all the way up. I got into it, and the sights and sensations had me hotter than hell. Angelina switched suddenly, and sucked Jack while I fucked her hot cunt.

. . . . Jack got off the bed at one point and got the tequila, and said a couple of shots would relax us. We all got a nice buzz, then went back to the eager Angelina and the "would do" list. I dove between her legs and sucked her hot snatch, determined I was going to make the hooker cum. I sucked her to a frenzy of hot lust, and Jack mounted her face. She sucked his cock as I ate her pussy.

. . . . I looked up once at Jack’s ass. I’d never seen it before, so I’d never noticed how taut and firm it was. How tasty it looked. I startled myself with that thought, and tried to focus on the clit in my mouth, but my eyes kept drifting up. I loved ass fucking. Did it feel different in a man’s ass? Would my cock like to…I closed my eyes tight. Shit, I thought. I can’t be thinking this. When I opened my eyes again, I didn’t look at Jack’s ass. I looked at his swollen purple cockhead that was right in front of my face. His hand stroked it slowly. I raised my eyes and looked up at him, my mouth still full of pussy. He looked down at me, expressionless, his hand stroking slowly. He was getting off watching me eat the whore’s pussy. Wasn’t he? Something was getting him hot. A drop of precum oozed out the tip of his cock. I raised my head slowly, my mouth still open, my tongue out. He swallowed hard, then leaned forward and touched his cock to my tongue. I licked it, then licked it again. I opened my mouth wider, and he slid his cock into my mouth. I closed it around him gently and began to suck.

. . . . It was an experiment, I told myself. Just…an experiment. I wasn’t…but there was a cock in my mouth, I was sucking it as hard as I could, and my own cock felt ready to burst. My hands were on him, then, stroking, caressing and I heard him groan. I looked up at him, and he looked down at me with a smile I’d never seen before. He ran his fingers through my hair. I slid his cock out of my mouth and knelt before him. We looked at each other, eye to eye, or hardons touching silky heads. I wasn’t surprised when he kissed me. What surprised me was the intensity of my heat as I kissed him back.

. . . . His fingers brushed lightly up and down my spine as he sucked my tongue, then slid down to gently touch my ass. He massaged me, then his hand slid around to my cock and stroked me. He laid me down, and bent his mouth to my throbbing cock and began to lick and suck so gently that it was sweet torture. I fought for control, looking around for Angelina. I heard the front door close. The hooker was gone. I looked at Jack, eyes closed as he licked and nibbled at me. He’d used the whore to get me naked, hot and in bed. Because he wanted me himself. I wanted to say something to him, but suddenly his teasing of my cock brought me to the edge. He knew it, and closed his mouth around me and sucked harder. My brain told my body not to cum in Jack’s mouth just as my cock gave him what he wanted. My back arched as my cum shot out in a long shuddering pulse. It was ecstasy, prolonged, intense ecstasy.

. . . . He sat quietly and stared at me. He looked like he was prepared for anything I might do to him as vengeance for what he had done to me. I touched his thigh with my fingertips. "How long have your felt like this?" I asked quietly. He shrugged. "Always. I’ve always felt this way," he said with dignity. "Why didn’t you say anything?" I asked. He gave me a rueful smile. "Like what, Danny? That my cock gets hard just being around you. What the hell would you have said?" I just looked at him. I knew what I would have said. I couldn’t say that now, knowing what it felt like to stare at his ass and wonder, knowing what it was like to cum in his mouth.

. . . . I stroked his thigh and he looked down at my fingertips as they caressed his skin. His cock looked painfully hard. I looked down at myself. Unbelievably, mine was starting to return to life. Jack looked at it with longing. "What do you want?" I whispered. "The most. What do you want the most?" He looked at my stiffening cock, then met my eyes. "I want you to fuck my ass and cum inside me. I want you to fuck me as hard as you can, as long as you can. Then I want you to not hate me." I looked at my long time friend and my very hard cock. I grinned at him. "Well, if we’re going to dance, you’re gonna have to lead, my man."

. . . . His mouth came down on mine and he thrust his tongue in. I sucked it, hungrily. We rolled around on the bed, kissing and touching each other. Finally, I got him on his hands and knees and stroked his ass. He had a fine, tight ass, with soft, smooth skin. I got a tube of lubricant out of the dresser drawer and got my right index finger nice and slippery. I slipped it between his ass cheeks and touched the hole. He jumped, and I stroked his ass to calm him, realizing suddenly that he had no more experience with this than I had. He’d just been aware of the desire longer. I worked the finger in gently, then slid it in and out, gradually increasing the speed and pressure. His breathing changed, and he started to gasp. I bent and kissed, then bit his ass. I liked doing that, so I did it more, kissing, licking and biting his sweet ass. He started to tremble. I slid in a second finger, working him open for my now aching, oozing cock. I wanted to fuck him as much as he wanted to fuck me.

I drew the fingers out carefully and knelt behind him, rubbing my cock up and down his slippery crack, then rubbing it against his hole. "You sure you want this?" I asked. He took a deep breath. "Fuck me," he said loudly. "Fuck my ass. Fuck me, Danny. Fuck me." I thrust my cock into him and grabbed his hips. I pumped him slow and easy, tormenting him, making his firm ass wiggle and butt back against me. I wanted him so hot he couldn’t stand it. Fair’s fair, buddy. I thought. You got me so fucking hot I can’t stand it. I pumped in slow even strokes until he started to beg, then slowed down more until he started to howl. Then I got a good grip on his hips and fucked the hell out of him.

. . . . I’d never pumped my cock into anything as hard as I did into Jack’s incredibly tight asshole. I fucked him long and hard, slamming into him, our balls banging together, feeling my balls fill to the bursting point, but refusing to cum. I wanted him to have what I now wanted…me fucking the hell out of him. His ring was so tight as it stroked the length of my swollen pole. I was going to fuck him forever. However, I hadn’t counted on what it would feel like to me when he came, and he did, long, thunderous waves that I could feel as his cock erupted cum all over the sheets. I held on to his hips for dear life as my cock exploded, firing my load of hot jism deep in his ass. I slammed my cock deep and held it there as it throbbed into him, filling him, flooding him. We collapsed in a slippery pile of arms, legs and cocks.

. . . . A long time later I turned to the sleepy face on the next pillow and smiled. "I understand about using the hooker to get me into bed," I said. "But there’s one thing I don’t understand." He forced his eyes open. "And what’s that," he mumbled. I grinned. "How in the hell did you make it rain?"

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. . . . I sat in my office, sipping coffee and feeling profoundly sorry for myself. My dental hygienist, who’d been with me since the beginning, walked in, put his hands on his hips and glared at me. "He was a complete fucking bastard, and you will celebrate the anniversary of the day the shit walked out on you," he said, in something remarkably like a snarl. "Thanks for your sympathy," I said dryly. He snorted. "You’ve got enough pity generated yourself. You don’t need mine. What you need is to get away, Brad. Get out to fresh air and blue skies. Go think about why you date assholes." I groaned. Rick and his lover were nature freaks, who camped, hiked, rafted white waters, etc., etc. They espoused the lifestyle with the fervor of religious fanatics. They’d given me a backpack for Christmas. Me…who’d seen a tree once. I looked at him and realized I’d get no damn peace until I was sunburned and covered with insect bites. He looked at me with triumph.

. . . . "Easy trail, my gay ass," I muttered for the fifth time. Every muscle in my body was screaming. The backpack felt like it weighed a thousand pounds. I had the distinct impression the trail went straight up, and I wouldn’t have been at all surprised to have looked left and seen a Beanstalk. I was hungry, but what I wanted was a pastrami sandwich, not the freeze-dried shit I carried. I also wanted a beer. And a hot tub. I looked up through the fresh air at the blue sky and swore loudly. I heard an angry hiss that made me dive for cover.

. . . . I looked around frantically for wild beasts or psychos with machetes. Found neither. I did find a pair of tan, muscular legs dropping down out of a tree. The legs were attached to a well-built, handsome angry man who was throwing a complete fit…in complete silence. I stood up and stared at him. Well, at least he was an unarmed psycho. He came close to me and hissed again, whispering through clenched teeth. "Do you know how long I’ve searched for a specimen like that?" I tilted my head at him. "No," I said with interest. "How long have you searched for a specimen like that?" He identified a perfect example of the Nasty Urban Sarcasm immediately and went ballistic. I stood and grinned at him until he ran out of steam, then took him in my arms and kissed him.

. . . . He was an ornithologist named Tom who’d been out in the woods just a tad too long, as he freely admitted. His social skills needed work. His kissing didn’t, but we worked on it anyway. He led me off into wild country with the instincts of a homing pigeon, holding my hand and lecturing me on creatures of wing and feather, until we got to his camp. Primitive was polite. I felt my smile go glassy as I looked around at what he considered home sweet home. Then he started to strip, and all I could think about was his body. I shed my clothes rapidly. He took my hand again and led me to the most beautiful, secluded pond I’d ever seen, the water pure and clean, surrounded by lush foliage. "Wow," I said in admiration. "Wow," I said again as he knelt before me and took my cock in his mouth.

. . . . Tom sucked my cock with the same intensity that he did everything else. His concentration was total. I looked down at his face. His eyes were closed, his expression one of complete bliss. I ran my fingertips across his cheek, feeling the muscles move as he sucked me. His eyes opened and he gave me a look I felt. He continued to stare at me, locking my eyes to his, as one hand stroked my shaft and the other gently fingered my balls. In a perfectly timed move, he pulled his mouth off my cock, held it open and pumped my shaft hard. I shot cum across the distance to his mouth. It about tripled the pleasure for me. I watched his mouth fill and overflow. Then my knees buckled and I hit the water with a splash. He pulled me out before I sank.

. . . . I lay on my back, staring dreamily up at the clouds as he lay beside me sensuously stroking one palm over my chest. Occasionally he bent to kiss my shoulder. It was quiet and peaceful, with no words but much communication. I wrapped my hand around his erection and stroked gently. He murmured to me, then put his head on my shoulder. I kissed his forehead and kept up the slow, rhythmic stroking. He breathed evenly for a time, then his breath became quick and ragged. I felt his cock swell and throb in my hand. He moaned gently, his body twitched and his hot cum splattered all over my hip. I dragged my fingertips through his cum, raised my fingers to my mouth and licked them. He raised his head and opened his mouth. I scraped more cum off my hip and fed it to him.

. . . . We swam in the lake for a while like two erotic fish, hands and mouths all over each other. The sun started to glide towards the horizon and the temperature dropped along with it. By the time we made it back to his camp, we were shivering. We dried off, dressed and built a fire. He cooked a meal from fish he’d caught with a few freeze-dried items on the side. It was the best meal I’d ever eaten. We talked for hours, than slid into his tent and zipped our sleeping bags together. He was warm and responsive as we pressed our naked bodies together. We let the arousal build slowly, exchanging deep kisses and gentle caresses, content with each other’s presence. The sleep bags had become a warm cocoon.

. . . . I just lay back and let him explore my body. I’d never had a lover like him…one who made me feel as if I was the first man he’d ever touched. He did it unconsciously, using the delight he genuinely felt at being with me. He slid his mouth along my forehead, the tip of his tongue flicking out just enough to taste my skin. He kissed my eyelids, my cheeks, the tip of my nose, my chin, then pressed his closed lips to mine. Gently at first, nibbling on my lower lip, then firmer, his lips opening to allow his tongue to slide into my mouth. His tongue managed to convey both tenderness and possessiveness as it thrust into my mouth. I lay still and let him conquer me.

. . . . He slid his right palm down the center of my chest to my abdomen and rubbed gently, then went lower and made circles in my pubic hair with his fingertips. He moaned, a soft, hungry sound that shot through my nervous system and made my hard cock twitch. His mouth moved off mine, slid down my chin to my throat, then across my chest to my left nipple. He fastened his mouth on my nipple and sucked. My back arched from the feeling and my nipple grew taut and erect. He used his teeth on it gently, flicking his tongue back and forth. He moved to the other nipple and pleasured it the same way. I gasped, unable to anything more than lay there and stroke him with my fingertips.

. . . . There wasn’t much room in the sleep bag, but Tom made the most of it. He raised his head, grinned at me…and disappeared. I looked at the top of the bag, and saw the lump move lower. I closed my eyes and waited. His tongue thrust into my navel with determination. I quivered as his mouth took my navel, then slid down to my pubic hair. He fastened his lips in it and pulled gently. I inhaled sharply, knowing his mouth was so close to my throbbing cock. I felt his tongue flick up the shaft and groaned. He turned his head, and closed his teeth gently around my cock, sliding his mouth up and down. It was a painless, symbolic gesture, but combined with the night air, the wind in the trees and the gleaming full moon, it was a primitive fantasy…I wanted to run naked through the woods while he chased me and dragged me down to mount and mate with me. He seemed to sense what I felt, and I heard a muffled growl as his teeth moved on my cock. His fingers tightened on my balls, with just a hint of the pain that would result if he grabbed too hard. I was his completely, and he was telling me that in tones that would brook no argument. I surrendered immediately, completely and gratefully.

. . . . He took my cock in his mouth and sucked me as if it was the only thing that would continue his existence. His lips locked around me, his tongue slid all around my shaft, and the deep, urgent grunts echoed and vibrated against my cock, causing it to twitch in response. Hidden in the sleep bag, he’d opened all the floodgates of his emotions. I felt his tears drip on me as he sucked. I put my hands under my head and lay quietly, letting my lover feast on my cock and fill the emptiness. The more his mouth moved, the farther away my own emptiness retreated, until there was only a hazy, half-formed memory that it had every existed. I grinned as his hand shot up my chest and his fingers wiggled. I put the tube of lubricant in his hand and watched it disappear.

. . . . He urged my legs apart, and slid a lubricated finger to my ass crack. I moaned happily, and he grunted in response. The finger worked its way gently into my ass. It felt wonderful, deep, firm strokes to ready me for his cock. I relaxed and let him fuck me, growing more and more excited. I wanted him so damn badly. He thrust in a second finger, and my ass muscles clamped down on him to hold him. I heard a muffled gasp of delight, and his mouth closed over the head of my cock, working it with his teeth. He thrust fast and deep, demanding that my ass open for him and accept his cock. I groaned loudly and urgently. "Now," I said in a hoarse whisper. "Oh, Tom, now…."

. . . . His face suddenly shot into view, eyes burning, and he kissed me as his knee moved my legs apart. He held his shaft with his hand and guided his cock to my hungry hole and thrust it in. One quick dip of his hips and he was inside me. He remained still for a second, staring at me with a smile, content to just be inside me. Then he began to pump. Hard…fast…his hands braced beside my head, his breathing harsh. He fucked like a Fury…demanding to give every part of himself to me before he allowed himself to take. I don’t remember a sensation of building to a climax. I just remember cumming, a seemingly endless climax that darkened my vision and filled it with points of light…until I heard him howl and felt the hot flood of his cum…and I was savaged by a pleasure I had never dreamed existed.

. . . . My patients comment regularly on my new "outdoorsy" look and how happy I seem to be. Rick, my friend and hygienist, is insufferably smug over the whole thing. As he has the right to be.

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. . . . We snuck off to make out like crazy at the end of the day. I didn’t think it was cause any harm. Business was slow, and we were all sort of standing around staring at each other. Except for me. I was staring at Sean, the little shit, who did everything he could to make my cock hard. He was in rare form. Usually he’s not too flirty in public. That day, though, he did everything up to and including mouthing "fuck my ass" at me as he walked by. Fucking Sean’s ass had occupied all my dreams and most of my waking thoughts since the day we met. The ass in question was tight and firm, and had a tendency to wiggle whenever he knew I was looking.

. . . . About 10 minutes before closing time, I grabbed him and hauled him into one of the old storerooms. I put him up against the wall and kissed him, hard, my tongue going deep in his mouth. He sucked it and put my hand on his hard cock and rubbed it up and down. It was so hot I wanted to take him right there, but I also wanted to have a job to come to the next day, so I kept both our pants on. I grabbed his wrists and pinned them over his head and held him against the wall. He loved that, and started to squirm, making sure his hard cock bumped against mine, and making little "protesting virgin" noises. I kissed him again, feasting on his mouth and pinching his nipples through his shirt. We horsed around in there for quite awhile, completely loosing track of everything. When we finally got our shit together and came out, we discovered the store empty, the alarms on, and ourselves locked in. Shit, we both said together.

. . . . We looked at each other, feeling both stupid and guilty, and exchanged the usual "what the fuck do we do now?" noises. We didn’t come up with anything. If we were discovered here after hours, we’d get fired. If they found out we were making out with each other, we’d get fired. We didn’t want to get fired. Mantoria’s Furniture is a good store, lots of service to customers; good pay, great benefits and working conditions for employees. We’d gotten pretty far up the seniority ladder in a place that didn’t care that we were gay as long as we were gay at home. And my search for some tongue could screw the whole deal. We decided we’d just spend the night there, in the store, change into spare shirts we both had, and pretend to just show up after it was open. It was a good plan, and it worked. Between formation of plan, and culmination, however, there were a few other things….

. . . . Sean got a little giddy realizing we were looked in the store and were teetering on the edge of unemployment. Not hysterical really. While I was searching the employees lounge for food and drink, he somehow decided it might be fun to take off all his clothes and run naked through the store. I heard him, feet slapping on the tile, voice raised in what might have been a song. I came out and watched, my cock springing up. Sean was gorgeous. The lithe, supple body of a dancer; the face of an archangel; the sex drive of a Marine Corps division. We’d been teasing and flirting with each other for a while, progressed to kisses and gropes, then actual dates. We’d made each other cum in our pants a few times in awkward circumstances.

. . . . This was the first time I’d seen him completely naked, and it was worth the wait. He stood, staring at me with the "beg for it!" look on his face that I loved so much, stroking his cock as it got hard. He grinned at me suddenly, and said "if you can catch me, you can have me!" and took off like a rocket. I went after him, stripping clothes off as I ran. I was naked and still chasing the little shit 15 minutes later. I was laughing helplessly, giving myself a stitch in the side and calling him a cunt when I finally caught up with him. He had laid down in the middle of a big, brass bed, hands behind his head, cock at attention, grinning at me. I jumped and landed on the bed beside him, flipped him and wailed his little ass good. He howled with aroused laughter, so I leaned forward and bit him. That dropped his voice into a purr.

. . . . He’s stronger than he looks. He flipped me onto my back and fastened his mouth on my cock. I had to dig my nails in my palms to prevent myself from spurting cum into him right then. He sucked and licked my cock and used his hands on my balls. I watched his beautiful face bob up and down on my rod, his eyes closed, his mouth fastened into a tight ring. He was beautiful and hot and horny, and fastened to my shaft with incredible suction. He opened his eyes suddenly, looked at me, and winked. I gasped and shot pulse after pulse of cum into his hot, wet mouth. Sean swallowed every drop, then licked me clean like a cat.

He waited until I had gotten my shit reasonably together, then he grabbed me by the hand and let me down the aisle. He stopped at the small sample living room with the overstuffed blue couch. He flopped on his back and gestured at me. "I love this thing," he said grinning. "Can’t afford it, even with the discount, but I sure as hell want my cock sucked while I lay on it." I knelt beside the couch and went down on him, licking his swollen head first to get it nice and wet, then sucking him deep. He loved it, and was very vocal about it. VERY vocal. It drove me wild, and I sucked him harder. As it turned out, there were no less than a dozen pieces of furniture in the showroom that Sean had featured in his fantasies, and I sucked his cock hard as he lay on every one of them. By the time he spread out on the mahogany dining room table, I had no idea how he was keeping his cum in. His cock was almost purple, huge and twitching. I slapped both palms on the table and growled at him. "My feast," I said, and started to suck. That was it. He exploded, and the force was incredible. I swallowed and kept swallowing, because he kept pumping. Finally, the spasms wore off and he lay still. "Wow," he said finally.

. . . . We found some things to eat, and a radio, which we turned on softly. We slow danced, and I ran my hands down his back and over his silky ass. Sean had the most incredible ass, high, round and firm. I think I’d fucked his ass a dozen times in my mind before I ever got up the nerve to say hello to him. And at least a dozen times in my mind every day since. Now his gorgeous ass was under my palms, and I could barely stand it. My cock was hard and throbbing. He nuzzled my neck, sucking and biting on me. He loved marking me, and I indulged him. I would have let him do anything. He pulled his head back slowly, looked me straight in the eye, and said "fuck me." Part invitation, part demand, part challenge.

. . . . One of the sample rooms is one we call "The Virgin’s Nightmare." It’s a sample bedroom that is way over the fucking legal limit in white lace. I picked Sean up, carried him to the confection of a bed and dumped him on it. He rolled around on the white satin and growled deep in his throat. I tapped a tube of lubricant against my hand and grinned at him. "Mine," I said. "You are fucking mine." His smile didn’t reach his eyes, and I stopped. "What?" I asked, my heart sinking. His lips trembled as it forced another smile. "I kind of lead you to believe something," he said, "and it wasn’t true, and now I’m nervous." My heart fell out and rolled under the stupid white bed. I sat next to him. "It’s OK, whatever it is," I said, my voice sounding strong , at least. He met my eyes. "I’ve never done this before," he said, his voice an echo of the strength in mine. "I’ve sucked my share of cock, but never had my ass fucked before." I looked down at my swollen purple rod oozing precum, then back at him. He looked at my cock, grinned, and said "Now…THAT is a Virgin’s Nightmare." I jumped him.

. . . . I licked and sucked every square inch of his skin before putting him on his hands and knees, that incredible ass in the air. I feasted on it, licking, biting, nibbling, sucking on his soft cheeks, before gently spreading them and teasing his little pink hole with my tongue. He made a happily startled sound as my tongue thrust into him. He wiggled back and me to take it deeper. I tongue fucked him until I was exhausted and he was incoherent. I spanked him a little, called him a juicy little piece, and he begged me to fuck him. I teased him with a slippery finger until he was howling, thrusting his back at me to try and take it. Finally, I gently pushed it in, wiggled it around and felt the incredibly tight hole relax. "Damn," we both said at the same time. I fingerfucked him gently, then harder, then added another finger. He took two fingers easily. I held them still and let him buck back against me, taking them as deep as he wanted. He wanted them very, very deep.

. . . . I removed the fingers and rubbed my slippery cockhead against his hole. He gasped and froze for a second, then started to move back against it. I held it and let him push back and take it in himself. Sean deflowered that perfect ass with a hard, even thrust. I looked down, watching my pole disappear into him. It was an incredible sight. He had been forced open so wide, and it just slid in deep, his tight ring sliding up to the base. I put my hands on his ass and held him, not moving. I wanted this to last, and if I had moved at that point I would have just shot him full of cum.

. . . . His breathing was harsh and rough. He began a few experimental moves, pulling forward and sliding back. I stayed still and let him set the pace…for as long as I could. I couldn’t keep my eyes off my cock entering him. It drove me wild. My hips wouldn’t stay still. I started gently, but that didn’t last long. Rapidly, I was pounding the hell out of him, howling like an animal. I had a tight grip on his hips and my pelvis slammed up against his ass, my balls hitting his. Making it last was not an option. I started to pump cum into him, pulse after hot, strong pulse, in ecstasy. When I realized he was cumming , too, the feeling became so intense I nearly passed out. We fused together, sharing the same convulsions, until we collapsed.

. . . . By the time we did our magic "appearance" at work the next morning, Sean’s ass was on quite intimate terms with my cock. There wasn’t a piece of furniture in the store we hadn’t christened.

Bent over and waiting to get a rod up the rear

. . . . I had a good enough look to know that the dog was injured before the car hit it. The woman slammed on her brakes just as I hit mine. She came running back, sobbing, just as I reached the dog and knelt beside it. The dog looked at me, whimpered a dog version of "would you believe the fucking day I’m having?" and licked my hand. I smiled and automatically rubbed him behind the ear. The injured, emaciated animal took a deep breath, and thudded his tail twice. At that moment, I became a dog owner. I calmed down the woman, and took my new friend to the nearest vet.

. . . . The vet had dark blue eyes that burned when he looked at the newly named Pan, which was short for "Companion," but I didn’t want anyone to know that. I’m a sap, but I don’t want it general knowledge. The vet flicked his eyes to me, and I flinched. "You found this dog?" he said, his voice dangerous. I swallowed hard and nodded. "Yes. Right after the nice lady in the car hit him." The vet continued to glare, but not at me anymore. "This animal has been horribly abused." Pan was a little shook by the angry voice and moved to put his head on my hand. The vet recited a rapid-fire list of surgical things that needed to be done. My job was to nod and sign papers and dig my credit card out of my wallet. Pan drifted off to sleep. I went out into the waiting room, read every magazine, every brochure and tried not to throw up from fear.

. . . . A very long time later, the vet came out, smelling like soap and a lot of other medicinal things. He smiled at me. "With care and a good diet, he should be just fine," he said. Suddenly, I noticed that his eyes were very large and crinkled at the corners when he smiled. His mouth looked full and soft. His hair was thick, with premature silver strands running through it. I cleared my throat. "May I see him?" The vet nodded. "He’s still out, though." He led me in to what was no doubt the doggy recovery room. My new friend was stretched out, swathed in various places with pure white bandages. I knelt beside him, murmured to him and massaged behind his ear. Pan moved slightly, and his tail managed a weak thud against the floor. He knew I was there. I promptly burst into tears.

. . . . I cried helplessly, until it dawned on me I was standing, my head on the vet’s shoulder, his arms around me, his palms caressing my back. I shouldn’t have realized that, because it made my cock hard. Very hard. For a second I was horrified. I moved my head back, and started to babble an apology, when I saw his face. He looked like he was fighting his arousal with every fiber of his being. As I watched, he surrendered, and moved his hips against mine, his cock surging to life. He moaned softly. I took his mouth with my tongue, which he sucked desperately. As I moved my mouth to his neck, he murmured "this isn’t ethical" in my ear. I licked his neck. "You’re not my doctor," I whispered. "You’re Pan’s doctor."

Pan’s doctor had a nice office with a foldout couch in it that he used when he needed to stay and monitor one of his patients. He folded it out with one hand and gripped my cock through my pants with the other. I grasped his wrist and humped his hand. When the little metallic "click" signaled the bed had locked into place, we went over sideways. He scrambled on top of me, thrusting his hips at me, his breathing coming in quick, short gasps. The entire surface of his skin twitched. Suddenly, he began to shudder, his arousal so intense he lost all motor control. I eased him onto his back and gently opened his pants. "How long has it been?" I whispered gently. His eyes glittered with tears as he stared blindly at the ceiling. "No one should have to go without as long as I’ve gone without," he said in a choked voice. "No one." I lowered my mouth to his cock.

. . . . He gasped and arched his back in shock as my tongue slid over the head of his cock. I lapped up the precum that poured from him, then fastened my mouth around his silky head and sucked hard. He gripped the sheet into two fists, let out an agonized howl and exploded cum into my mouth. I had expected him to come quickly, so I was more-or-less ready for the flood that filled my mouth and dripped down my chin. I swallowed and wiped my chin. He lay on his back, still gripping the sheets, staring at the ceiling. He lifted his head on the third attempt and managed something that was intended to be a smile. "Wow," he said. I grinned at him, kissed his abdomen, and managed to get his clothes off, then my own. When I slid naked onto the bed next to him, he turned his head and looked at me. I barely had enough time to think "Holy shit!" when he lunged at me, pinned an arm over my stomach, one over my thighs, and sucked the hell out of my cock.

. . . . I lay there with my cock slipping deeper and deeper inside the mouth of this sucking machine, and all I could do was raise my head and stare at him. I wanted it to last, but he needed it now, so I willingly handed over control of my body. His mouth was fierce and demanding, his lips locked tight, his head bobbing up and down as fast as he could move it. His tongue seemed everywhere at once…sliding over the head, wrapping around the shaft, then doing it all again. My swollen cockhead slid neatly into this throat a couple of times and he growled his appreciation. I felt the deep vibrations through his throat and it was exquisite. I reached to grip his arm to let him know I was going to cum. He held my hand and sucked my cum greedily, swallowing ever drop then licking me clean until I couldn’t handle the sensations anymore.

. . . . He checked on Pan, then came back, bouncing on the balls of his feet. He made coffee and scrounged around for foodstuffs, whistling happily. I watched him, admiring his body and his beautiful half-hard cock. He grinned at me. He looked younger, the stress lines gone from his face. There would be plenty of time to talk, now was time to play. I slid off the bed, crawled on my hands and knees over to him, knelt and licked and nibbled at his balls. He inhaled sharply and buried his fingers in my hair. I nibbled at his balls, nearly putting an eye out with the rigid shaft that sprang at me. I looked up at him, and said, "fuck my mouth" loudly and clearly. I took him in my mouth and held up my wrists. He gaped at me, hesitated, then grabbed both my wrists, pulled my arms up and started to thrust. He pumped his cock through my tight lips, over my tongue and as deep into my mouth as it would go. His eyes were closed, his head lolling on his shoulders, his breathing erratic and loud. Sound came from him, something repetitive and deep, that was released without his control. He fucked my mouth hard, tensing his muscles to make it last. The sound changed, raising in pitch, and he moved his hips even faster until he gave a final thrust and climaxed with a long, shuddering howl. I caught him on his spontaneous trip to the floor and eased him down. His hand shot up, grabbed me around the back of the neck and pulled my mouth to his. He sucked my tongue hard.

. . . . We lay on the floor and necked like teenagers, reveling in the wordless comfort we felt with each other. I slide my fingertips down his spine to the crack of his ass, and he groaned with delight. I made small circles on his smooth, tight cheeks, then slid the fingers gently into his crack. He began to pant, and his reviving cock poked at my balls. I rolled him to his stomach, mounted his shoulders and lowered my mouth to his ass. I nibbled and kissed every inch of him as he lay underneath me and trembled. My tongue flicked up and down his crack, and I pushed down on his hips with my palms as he tried to thrust his ass up to me. He groaned as I continued to tease him. I felt him move, and was stunned to feel him fasten his mouth around my big toe and suck. It was a very arousing sensation. I spread his cheeks and exposed his tight pink hole, then lowered my head and flicked it with my tongue. He moaned with satisfaction and sucked lustily on my toe. I thrust my tongue into his hole, and tongue fucked him.

. . . . He managed to give me a few clues as to where the lubricant was. I tore his office apart as neatly as possible, nearly howling in frustration. He lay on the floor and laughed helplessly. Finally, I realized a "door door" was the "drawer by the door" and triumphantly found what I was looking for. I sat on his thighs and smacked his ass a few times. He laughed until he had a stitch in his side. I grinned, leaned down and gave him a most respectable hickey on his left ass cheek. He moaned appreciatively, and managed to say, "fuck my ass" coherently. I think the rest of the sentence was in Latin, but the "fuck my ass" was clear as a bell.

. . . . I got off his legs, and his ass rose into the air immediately. He kept his head down, grunting in anticipation. I slid a lubricated finger quickly up his ass and pumped it. His hole was tight, very, very tight. His muscles clamped down on me as I thrust the finger in deep then drew it out again. I fingerfucked him hard, then slid in a second finger. I worked his ass with two fingers until I couldn’t take any more waiting. I hastily lubricated my cock, grasped the slippery shaft, put the swollen head against his hole and thrust forward. "Damn," I breathed, gripping his hips. "Damn, damn, damn." I began to pump, slowly and deeply, savoring the feel of his tight ring sliding up and down my cock. He shoved his ass back to meet me each time I shoved forward. He was hot and tight and I couldn’t maintain my slow rhythmic thrusting. I started to go faster and harder, my pelvis thudding into his ass, my balls swinging against his. I sensed his arm moving, and realized he’d put a hand under himself and stroked his cock as I fucked him. I fucked him for all I was worth, harder and harder, until we both erupted in long, shuddering orgasms. We managed to make it back to the foldout bed before we collapsed and fell asleep.

. . . . Six months later we stood in front of all of our friends and family with a sleek and healthy Pan sitting between us as "Best Dog" at our commitment ceremony.

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. . . . I ran every morning, rain or shine, aching muscles or no aching muscles, energy or no energy and I had begun to question my own sanity. I was in good health, reasonably fit and every damn morning I was out thudding up and down the street like some kind of obsessed locomotive, all in search of…something. I no longer knew what. Even the tight-assed young men running past me lost their ability to cheer me. That was scary. That had once been the best part of the run. Now they were an annoyance. I was never going to look like that, and had stopped giving a shit about it. A particularly fine specimen raced past, muscled legs carrying him easily, firm ass filling out his shorts, long hair flowing behind him. He flashed me a perfect smile, and I gave him a half-hearted one in return. I heard a snort from behind me. "Is it unhealthy how much I want to shoot that fucker?" asked a voice.

. . . . I slowed and turned. Behind me, leaning forward with his palms on his knees, gulping air into starved lungs, was a man my age, my general build, and blessings upon us both, my general attitude. I walked around him to cool down and grinned. "I don’t know," I said. "I started out wanting to just punch him in his capped teeth. Then it progressed rapidly through running him down with a car, a high-powered rifle, and finally a machete." He grinned and managed to straighten, wincing slightly. "Machete," he said. "I like your style." We stood there staring at each other, appreciating each other’s style, and there was a "click" so loud I thought somebody had shot little Mr. Perfect Body.

. . . . We ended up back in my kitchen with juice and bran muffins, bitching about how good health was going to be the death of us both. Layers kept peeling off. My first impression of him was intelligent eyes. I later discovered the damn things were green…emeralds full of fire. He looked like a nice person when he smiled, I thought at first. Then I realized his mouth was so sensuous I wanted no more out of life than to kiss him forever. He started out with brown hair. Then I realized it was thick, and soft and laced with gold threads that reflected the light. At first I had thought he was built just like me. Then I realized my body could not possibly be that hot and desirable. But…there was an enormous bulge in his running shorts, so there was something about me he liked. "Tub or shower?" he asked suddenly. "Huh?" I said stupidly. He stood up and stripped off his T-shirt and my fingertips went automatically to the hair on his chest. "Do you want to take a bath together," he said quietly, "or a shower?"

. . . . The only two rooms in my house that I rained money on are the kitchen, and the bathroom. I have a very large, deep marble tub with all the bells and whistles, plenty big enough for two. Lush carpeting, and matching thick, rich towels. Lots of plants. Candles. A complete assortment of bath products, including a few that had to be kept discretely under the counter. He stood naked, idly stroking his hard cock, admiring the room. "Hedonist," he said smiling. I walked up behind him, put my hands on his waist and kissed his shoulders. "Oh," I said. "You have no idea." He turned in my arms. ‘Oh, yes," he said softly. "I do." That incredible mouth came down on mine and he took me with his tongue. It was everything I dreamed it would be, and his hand took my cock, this thumb rubbing my precum over the swollen head. We got into a steamy bath of oily bubbles without unlocking our mouths.

. . . . He took a sponge and a cake of soap and began soaping my back, his arms wrapped around me, his tongue flicking over mine. He scrubbed my back with a loofa, then started in on my shoulders and arms. I sat, eyes half closed, and let him service me, feeling like a sultan. My hand slipped under the water, along his thigh and found his hard cock. I stroked him gently, listening to the sounds he made. I stroked him harder, and gradually the movements of his hands stopped. I opened my eyes to look at him. He sat, eyes closed, lips parted, head tossed back, letting the sensations wash over him. I pulled him into my lap, and continued to pump him. "Look," I whispered. He looked down at his rosy swollen cockhead peaking out of the creamy bubbles. We stared down together and watched him cum, spurting up stream after stream. He shuddered violently and fell forward against my chest.

I washed him tenderly, letting his arousal build again. Finally, his hands became demanding as they touched me. I sat on the edge of the tub at his command, and his mouth fastened around my cock. He sucked gently at first as I washed his hair. After I had washed and rinsed and conditioned his hair, he wiggled his eyebrows at me and his mouth sucked harder, his fingers massaging bath oil into my balls. I leaned back on my hands and let him work. His mouth was incredible, giving and demanding, his fingers exploring me and somehow letting me know he appreciated what he found. I watched him and let the arousal build, which it did rather rapidly. It had been a longtime for me. I tried to tell him that, but he became distracted by the explosion of cum that filled his mouth. Wow, I thought, when I could think again.

. . . . We scrubbed each other, then dried each other, all the while murmuring important, meaningless things. We went to bed, cuddling each other’s clean, soft body. He looked up at me and grew serious. "Have you ever had anal sex?" he asked. I was a little startled by the question, and hoped it didn’t show. "Yes," I said calmly. "Giving or receiving?" he asked next. "Both," I said. "How about you?" He stared up at the ceiling. "I’ve only been actively gay for about two hours," he said quietly. "In my head, just about forever. But I’ve never been with a man before this."

. . . . Now, there’s probably something more powerful than realizing the man in your arms has never touched or been touched by any other man…but damned if I know what it is. I rolled on him, held his wrists down and took his mouth with mine. I felt an incredible swelling of lust and power, and was afraid I’d move too fast. I raised my head and looked at him. His eyes glittered and he smiled. "Yes," he breathed. "Oh, yes. Finally. Please." I kissed him again, thrusting my tongue deep in his mouth and he took it and sucked it. I gathered both his wrists in one hand, then let my free hand slide down to his chest to pinch his nipples. They were erect and sensitive. I kissed my way down his chest, then fastened my hungry mouth on his nipple and sucked. The more I sucked, the more aroused he became. I put one of his hands down on his chest so that he could pinch the nipple I’d gotten nice and hard while I worked on the other. I put his hand on it finally, and sat and watched him as he lay and pinched his nipples, looking at me with helpless longing.

. . . . I rolled him over and kissed down his back, then took my tongue and slid it up the crack of his ass. He gasped and spread his legs. I caressed him with my fingertips as my tongue worked between his cheeks and touched his puckered hole. He let out a sound that was part pleasure, part shock. I pulled his cheeks apart with my fingers and buried my tongue in his ass. He rose up on his knees to let me go deeper with my tongue. I tongued him deep and hard, my fingertips making little circles on his ass. He tried to tell me to stop or he’d cum…but I wanted him to cum. I wanted him to cum just from the feeling of my tongue in his ass. I held his hips still as my mouth worked. Finally, he let out an incredible howl and his cock pumped cum all over the sheets. He went over sideways, pulled his knees up and stared at me. "Fuck," he said. I grinned. "Your wish is my command."

. . . . I had him stand with his palms on the dresser, feet spread and watch himself as I knelt behind him and began the slow, gentle lubrication of his ass. I tickled him with a slick finger, then slid it in, a little at a time, until he took it all. Then I started sliding it in and out of him, slowly, letting him get used to the sensations. He moaned happily, and started lightly stroking his awakening cock. The feeling of lust and power came back, and I put my mouth on his tender ass cheek and bit and sucked until I had left my brand. By the time I had marked his ass as mine, his cock was fully hard and his hole was easily taking two fingers. I stood behind him and oiled my cock as I stared at his eyes in the mirror. I kissed his shoulder. "You don’t have to do this," I said. He spoke with effort. "Damn it, I want you to fuck my ass so much. So fucking much." My cock twitched in my hand and I nearly lost it.

. . . . I guided my swollen cockhead to his ass, worked it between his cheeks, and rubbed his hole. As he relaxed, I pushed harder and entered him. He gasped, then pushed back at me. I pushed on the middle of his back to bend him more and he raised his chin to watch his reflection as I started to pump. "You’re fucking my ass," he said with wonder. "Damn." To say that he adjusted rapidly to his new status in life is an understatement. He went from tones of wonder, to hot, nasty, demanding howls in seconds. I pumped his ass hard, my hands locked around his hips. He slammed his ass back each time to take me as deep as possible, both hands braced on the dresser for leverage. I gave it to him for as long as I could, but that tight ring sliding up and down my throbbing cock was so damn intense. What finally drove me over the edge (and nearly killed me!) was the sight of his cum spurting out to splatter against its own reflection on the mirror. My cock swelled, my balls tightened, and I flooded his ass. All I could do was hold onto him and convulse. I was dimly aware of sliding out of his ass as he turned in my arms, and then floating down to the carpet. He put a pillow under my head, dragged a blanket over us and cuddled against me.

. . . . We run every morning, but more slowly and with a better attitude. All we’re doing is working up a nice sweat so we can get in either tub or shower and fuck our brains out.

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. .. .A few years ago, I lived in a luxury apartment complex.  Across the hall was a great guy by the name of John.  John was a very well liked guy around town, owned his own business, was attractive, dated several nights a week, and enjoyed most sports.  We met while golfing at the complex’s course.  He had a great knack for making everyone feel comfortable and ready for fun.  A party seemed to follow him where ever he went.  We became great, close friends–threw many parties for the complex between our suites, golfed, sailed and worked out together.  We “doubled” often and Jon always had a great looking date.  I noticed he never seem to click with anyone for any length of time, but there was never a lack of company for him.  I liked him immensely.  He was a wild little guy, about 5′6″ tall, but very

well built and confident.  He was also a real practical joker and, if some stunt of his was too much for me, I’d fall back on my college football days and call him a fucking tackling dummy, and try to toss him down.  It was never easy to get the best of little John physically.

. .. . On his thirtieth birthday, I had a surprise party for him.  We threw it at my place, and I told all the guests to bring cheap halloween wigs and gag gifts.  The one thing John was sensitive about was his thinning hair.  You can imagine the laughs we all had watching him

open the gifts and trying each one of them on.  He got right into the spirit of things and even had us trying them on.  But he promised me he’d get me when I least expected it.

     Weeks later, I came home late from an exhausting day, fixed a sandwich and plopped into bed to tune out in front of the Television.  Except for the light from the set, my room was dark.  After an hour or so, I got pretty lonely and started feeling myself.  I was getting

aroused, so I rolled over and began grinding my hips into the mattress. The friction of the sheets as I rubbed my swollen cockhead against them and the pressure of my hard-on against the mattress and my stomach felt fabulous.  I was luxuriating in the ecstasy of bringing myself off.

     Suddenly the whole bed seemed to erupt beneath me, lifting me up and flinging me off onto the floor.  I instantly thought of an earthquake, but the rest of the room was still.  I jumped up and looked at the bed.  There was  that little shit John under the bed, the mattress pushed half off by his legs as he lay laughing at me on his back.  he was howling, and I did a quick take on how he must have slipped into my apartment, crawled uder the bed, and waiting for just the right moment to knock me off.  Then I realized I was standing in front of him with nothing on and more than half hard. 

   Embarassed, I scream “You fucking dummy”, and yanked him to his feet.  He broke loose and ran for the door.  A flying tackly broguht him down and we wrestled around the room until I finally pinned him down.  It was wild and spontaneous, and lying on top of him naked, embarassed at being surprised with a hard-on, really turned me on.   John was still laughing.  Because I had gotten so hard as we struggled, I felt self-conscious about letting him up.  We lay there chuckling and trying to catch our breaths.  I could feel his heavy breathing as his chest heaved against my own.  With me hard against him I was sure he would notice in a second that I wasn;t just still hot from humping my bed.  So I tried to get up, but John saw how rigid I was and started laughing again.  I did too.  We fell back together, laughing into each other’s shoulder about my predicament.

      His hands came up and caressed me at the bottom of my spine, and I half-jokingly mimicked a passionate grind against his thighs. He rubbed both hands over the back of my ass and really seemed to be getting turned on.  A nervous chuckle started in my throat, but

I swallowed it in a gulp.  My cock throbbed against him, and he whispered in my ear “Got you Dave.” 

. .. I could feel his cock grow hard beneath his pants, and I gulped again.  The blood was pounding in my neck and I imagined he must have been able to hear it.  I tried to pull away again and drew my knees up, but that pushed my dick across his growing hard-on, and

my stomach muscles began to quiver.  It was an electric moment. The John responded–his hands slipped caressingly over my then taut ass muscles and he pulled me harder against him by the back of my thighs.  He raised his hips at the same time to rub the hard ridge in his pants against me.  I felt weak.  He kissed my neck and I felt his cock throb against mine.  The he rolled me onto my back and my rock hard shaft stood up and plopped against my belly.  Cupping my balls in his hand, he gripped the base of my cock in his fist.  I looked down as he began to stroke my shaft and squeeze its head.  He rotated his thumb and forefinger firmly around that achingly sensitive ridge at the base of my swollen glans, and my cock pulsed so hard it lifted his hand.  I groaned and he started to slip his free hand under the small of my back.  I arched to let his arm go around me, and my legs slid wide apart.  As he stroked down to the base of my cock, my thighs stiffened with arousal.  I hoped he would want to suck me,  He rubbed my balls gently and played with the hair between my legs, then I rolled into him and felt the coldness of his belt buckle against the hot tip of my dick.  I ached to explode but didn’t know what I should do next.  Trembling, I reached between us and rubbed John’s cock through his pants.  It was a wild sensation to feel a friend’s hard cock throb against my hand while the moistness of his excitement soaked through the cloth and wet my fingers. 

   We were both kind of stunned.  I think at being aroused like this, but we let the excitement play out.  “Let’s do this right” he whispered. He took off his shirt, then rolled away and I heard him unbuckle and unzip his pants.  He sat up and pulled them off.  I watched his

bare back muscles flex at the effort.  The he lay back and I could see his flat lower  abdomen, the dary curly hair at the base of his long, solid cock and the untanned skin of his hips.  It was gloriously different to feel him roll naked against me, feel my dick rub against his hot cock, feel my leg slip between his hairy legs and his cool, moist hands cupping my ass and grinding me against him as I pulled him to me.  He rubbed his chin through the hair on my chest and nipped the tip of my right nipple between his teeth.  A sensational shock ran from there to my groin.  I came instantly.  In torrents!!  I seemed to cum in waves forever, and I continued to throb as he ground his cock to orgasm against mine.  When he came, he moaned quietly as if we might get caught by someone.

   I told him I needed to clean up and got up and turned on the bathroom light.  I pulled the bed together while he got up to wash himself and I began to recover some poise and started to laught about what had just transpired.

   “What’s so funny?” he asked, and I walked to the bathroom doorway to explain, feeling a little guilty about what we had done.  John was wiping his belly with a washcloth, the

water dripped down to his groin and glistened in the hair there.  He was still hard, and as he wiped I felt that weak feeling again.  I watched him rub the cloth over the shaft of his dick.  He had a Huge cock for such a little guy.

   . A tenseness showed in his eyes, and I looked away and stepping into the shower.  “Want to do this right too?” I asked.  He ducked under the spray with me.  I rubbed our cum from my body.  he took my soft prick in one hand and stroked his hardness with the other.

 I began to get hard again watching him stroke us both.  The he knelt in the spray and slid my half-hard cock into his mouth.  He sucked me until I was as hard as I had been earlier, concentrating his tongue on the tip of my cock, and all around the tip.

. .   I stepped out of the spray and pulled John more into it and knelt before him.  I explored his body with my mouth.  His hard cock pulsed against my chest and neck as I buried my face in the matted wet hair that ran from his belly to his groin.  I took the shaft in my hand

and put my mouth over the tip.  It was warm, wet, tautly smooth and solid.  John moaned, still softly, and slid his hands around the back of my neck.  I thought he wanted me to suck him deeper and I tried to