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A Hero in Yellow Ch. 07

Okey Dokey…Here is the last chapter to this epic love story. I have to say I didn t expect this kind of wonderful reaction and neither did the boys so Thank you! It makes me feel so proud and blessed to have them both to call my friends.



Also it s great to see so many of my fellow hopeless romantics .



God Bless



Taylor.



Chapter Seven….the conclusion.



Anthony*



It has been almost two weeks now since we broke Shawn s soul with the news that he would be forever wheelchair bound. Every day I went to see him and every day he refused me. Slowly little by little my heart was breaking into pieces and the hurt I felt was starting to overwhelm me. In an act of total desperation I actually crawled on my knees into ICU and begged him to talk to me. I held his cold hand in mine and pleaded with him to let me in but…nothing.



So I settled for sneaking in while he was sleeping and watching over him like some kind of demented guardian angel. I wanted to know everything about his treatments and when his skin grafts would start. I must have driven the staff nuts but it was the only way I could be a part of it all.



Taylor and Mike convinced me day after day to stick with it and not give up but I must admit that I was loosing hope. I have never cried so much in my entire life and I felt as though I were watching a movie with a tragic story line. The world went about its business and I was left stuck a waking limbo moving neither forward nor back.



There were times when I would just rage against God. Demanding to know why this had happened and why now? When I had risked it all and chose to let myself really love someone with all my heart. No answers came only the loneliness at night.



One evening when I was once again sitting at Shawn s bedside it started to rain. Lighting lit the sky it was amazing. A compulsion came over me to go out in the storm. Like I was being led by a force bigger than I was. Normally I would have scoffed at such a feeling but I just couldn t refuse this request . Leaving Shawn and with no protection against the cold I made my way out into the driving rain.



It hit my skin so hard it stung and my clothes were soaked in seconds. I wandered a few streets down to a small park I often went to after sitting with Shawn. It seemed to give me great comfort to sit and just let it all go.



So that s where I found myself at almost 2am. Sitting under my favorite tree just being . It sounds insane I know but I have never felt such peace before. It was like the storm was taking on all my hurt and desperation and turning it into something magnificent. I knew that things could not go on this way. I made up my mind to plead my case to Shawn one final time. I couldn t make him feel something different. The only person I had control over was me.



Now don t misunderstand. The thought of everything between us being over tore my heart out but I didn t want the love that I felt for Shawn turning into something ugly and bitter. If things went on this way that s exactly what would happen. Standing took all my strength and going back into that ICU ward was going to take maybe more courage than I had but I was going to try.



As I walked back to Shawn s room people stopped to stare at the stupid man who went out in the rain. I am sure I looked slightly insane but I guess my determined stride kept everyone at a distance. Stopping before Shawn s bed I took a shuddering breath.



His eyes were open but as was becoming normal they seemed to see nothing. I closed my eyes and said a silent prayer of strength. I sat for one last time on the hard chair that had become my home over the past weeks. Shawn s hand was still lifeless but I took it anyway and brought it to my lips. Kissing each knuckle I pressed his palm to my cheek.



Shawn I have some things I need to say to you. I don t know if you want to listen but for the sake of our love I need to get this off my chest. My voice wobbled and I had to stop and clear my throat.



Do you remember when you saved me from that fire? You were larger than life to me and even though you aren t standing you still are. I am in awe of your courage and your kindness and you have such an amazing capacity to see the good side to everything.



I believe that spark is still somewhere inside. You ve just chosen to bury it out of anger and hurt. I know that I can t possibly understand what you re going through but when you hurt so do I. Don t you see? We are one you and I. I had to walk away for a minute and find something to wipe my face and compose myself. A kind nurse handed me a towel and left us alone.



I sat once more and vowed to finish what I had started. Shawn you are the first person I have been completely open with. I have never loved anyone like this before. So I am going to leave the decision up to you. Being here and seeing you like this is ripping my guts out. I am so desperate to comfort you that I am making myself ill. I will wait for as long as there is the hope that one day you come to your senses and let me in. It s up to you now. I thought I was going to vomit. I stood and looked at that beautiful face. I bent and kissed him. It was like kissing a wax statue. You know how to find me. And with that I left.



I made it as far as the door to the bathroom and sagged to the floor. God what have I done?!



Shawn*



It took all my willpower not to take Anthony in my arms and beg for forgiveness for hurting him so badly. I was playing the coward the victim and boy was I convincing! It was like I was testing the depth of his commitment to me and if he left I was right in thinking that he wouldn t stay. So I pushed him away with everything in me and still he came and sat with me.



I knew he came at night when I slept. The nurses all told me they could not believe how devoted he was and what an asshole I was being. It was becoming so easy just to stay inside myself and absorb the pain. I was so angry at everyone. All those lucky bastards who could walk. What did they contribute to society? I was a fucking fire fighter for Christ s sake and what happens? I get my legs taken away!!



I hadn t really cried since I found out about my injury. I was afraid I wouldn t be able to stop. I can be a stubborn son-of-a-bitch and once I have painted myself into a corner it s very hard for me to admit I was being a jerk. But this is Anthony we are talking about. He had such a big place in my life and in my heart and if it was indeed too late I don t think I could survive.



I closed my eyes and tried to block out the images of Anthony leaving his heart lying open. So desperate for me to just talk to him or let him comfort me. I noticed that he had lost some weight and he looked as though he hadn t slept in weeks.



I heard someone clear their throat. Hi Shawn. Aww crap it was Taylor. Now I was really going to get an ass chewing. Taylor loved Anthony and was very protective of him. But now he was also my friend and I knew that as much as he might have wanted to choke me he would torture himself over hurting my feelings.



I saved him the trouble. I guess you ve talked with Anthony today? I didn t pause long enough to let him answer. I know….I am a fucking idiot. Taylor I don t know what to do. I am still feeling pretty sorry for myself but I can swallow enough pride to beg him to give me another chance. Taylor sighed with obvious frustration.



Don t you get it? That s not what Anthony wants. He doesn t want you to grovel or beg. He knows you re hurting Shawn. All he wants is for you to talk to him about how you re feeling and let him comfort you. That s all…. That s it. Taylor sat down and looked at me…hard. Like he was looking inside my soul. Searching for something.



Shawn Anthony adores you. Do you know that when we thought maybe you weren t going to make it he made a deal with God?



My eyes widened. What kind of deal?



He asked God that if there was a choice for him to be taken in your place. Now in the past Anthony has always been terrified of being hurt or vulnerable so the fact that he did that tells me how much he truly loves you.



I closed my eyes and absorbed that information. What had I done to deserve someone so incredible? I knew I had to do something but what? I couldn t exactly leap out of bed and go carry him off somewhere and make it all up to him. Taylor what do I do? I don t want to loose him.



Ok. I can ask him to come back because you have some things you want to tell him. I know Anthony he ll come don t worry. Taylor bent and hugged me as much as he could with my bandages still covering most of me. It s all going to be ok. You just have to be honest with him about what you re going through.



Taylor winked at me and left. He was such a caring guy. Always wanting to keep the peace and mend bridges. So now I guess I had to lay here and wait and pray that he could convince Anthony to hear what I had to say.



Anthony and Shawn*



After I all but gave Shawn an ultimatum time seemed to slow down. I knew I did the right thing not only for me but also for us. I had even spoken with Shawn s Captain and asked his advice. He said that even though Shawn would no longer be able to use his body like he used to his mind and soul were still very much intact. It may take him a while but he ll come back to his unit. They are his family. You haven t mentioned anything so I assume he hasn t told you about his? I shook my head no. He lost them..all of them in a car accident. It was one of the worst pile ups that freeway has ever seen. That s a lot of the reason why he became who he is. He knows what it s like to loose so much and doesn t want that for anyone.



That took my breath away. I understood him more now. I know he s being an ass now but that will all sort itself out. Just stick it out you ll see I m right. I saw it then. Captain Whalen was playing father to them all. He was such a huge bear of a man but I knew that he would give his life for his sons . I shook his hand and thanked him for his words of encouragement. You know how to find me. I m here for both of you.



That evening back at Taylor and Mike s place they were involved in an old movie while I stared out the window and tried to be interested in the world going by. I heard Taylor and Mike talking quietly and then suddenly Taylor stood and walked over to me. Ok buddy let s go. I looked at him in confusion. Wait. Where are we going?



Well I spoke to a certain fireman and he needs to talk with you. Anthony you really need to hear what he has to say.



A lump formed in my throat. So maybe this was it? He was going to tell me to go away once and for all? I looked at Taylor trying to read his face but he was so good at hiding things. I sighed and walked with him down to the street where he parked his car. He must have realized I was nervous. Hey…it s alright. It s going to be ok. That gave me some hope.



It was getting late and I hoped that Shawn wasn t sleeping yet. We stopped outside the main entrance to the hospital. I started to shake a little. Taylor hugged me tightly against him. Just give him a chance. He s hurting and scared to death and the thing he needs most right now is you. And it will always be you. He let me go and shoved me gently out of the car. I bent down to look at him through the window. You re kind of special you know? Taylor blushed and ducked his head. I watched him drive away and made my way slowly to the ICU.



It was so quiet and most of the patients were sleeping. All that could be heard was monitors beeping and the soft chatter of the nurses. I wondered how long Shawn would need to be here for. He was certainly past the critical stage and when his grafts started he would be moved to the burns unit. He still had such a long way to go before he could even leave the hospital all together and they still didn t know if they could stabilize his spine enough to hold his weight in a wheelchair. Still so many questions with no answers. We were going to have to get used to taking life as it came until things really settled down.



I drew back the curtains of Shawn s space he was asleep. Well I was accustomed to waiting so that s what I did. I let myself daydream a little about Shawn and I. God I hoped he would let me help him get through this but if his response was that he didn t want me around anymore then I would respect his wishes. It would kill me but I would give him what he wanted.



Shawn whimpered a little and his eyes fluttered open. I stood and moved to where he could see me. Hey handsome. Are you ok? He looked happy and surprised to see me standing there. He smiled a little. I m ok. I just hurt. Nothing I m not used to by now. So you spoke to Taylor? I nodded yes. Shawn started to cry. Huge wracking sobs shook his body. My heart ached so much for him. I held him as much as I dared to. Shh baby. You just go ahead and cry. It s ok. I m here. After a few minutes his crying dwindled to quiet sniffles. I need to say this ok so let me say it. I didn t say anything hoping he would realize he could speak freely. I am so sorry about the way I have been acting. I have been a real asshole and the thing is I can t promise I m not going to continue to be an asshole for a while. Anthony I am so angry right now but I m working on that. I just need you with me and I know I can get through anything. He paused waiting for me to comment. When I didn t he continued.



I don t know how things are going to turn out and maybe I won t be the same person but I want you to know I heard you the other day when you talked to me about having a spark and being courageous. That Shawn is still there and that s the Shawn that s going to beat this. He stopped out of breath and I knew his burns were hurting him.



I wanted so badly to take it all away but I knew my job was going to be tackling one hurdle at a time. Now it s my turn. Do you have any idea just how much I love you? When I thought you weren t going to make it I made a deal with God to take me instead. I don t think I could make it without you anymore. But like you said we don t know what s going to happen so let s make one promise. Let s just do our best to be there for each other. Shawn looked relieved and gave me a small smile. God how I had missed that smile!



A nurse came in just then to top up his pain meds. He felt so good that he even got flirty with her. Ahhh…here s my favorite lady. The one with all the good drugs. She smiled coyly and injected the solution into his IV line. Shawn s body started to relax almost immediately and I realized that he was probably in pain all the time. This just took some of the edge off.



His eyes became heavy and he motioned me to snuggle closer. Now this is what I had truly missed. The feeling of his body against mine. I didn t get on the bed but I rested my head on his shoulder and listened to him breath.



He felt around and closed his hand around mine and for the first time since this whole nightmare began his hand actually had warmth in it. Tears came to my eyes and I k

Sexy boy Taz sucks some cock

Buddies Reunite Ch. 02

Roll over he said. I ll do the fronts.



By that point I was no longer thinking clearly. I knew only that nothing I had experienced had ever felt this good. In its own right that was amazing.



Here I was a college freshmen who had never been kissed never touched a girl.



However I had experienced physical pleasure even if it only was at my own hand — and I do mean hand.



A few years earlier I had discovered masturbation albeit quite by accident in the shower one day.



It felt pretty good the process I mean but the run up — there s a term — was not nearly as good as the final result. My first orgasm frightened me nearly to death. Based on the intensity I thought something terrible was happening to me.



I survived though and as it says on every shampoo bottle: lather rinse repeat.



The pleasure related to the tickling though was different. While it felt nice to stroke myself the goal was always to produce an orgasm. The preliminaries were just that the means to an end.



Tickling was just delicious. It always was and the legs and sides carried that pleasure to a greater height.It caused me to shudder and at time barely be able to endure it.



Still hungry for more new sensations I flipped over.



He started over again at my ankles as always barely touching. The feeling was different as he worked his way over the fronts of my calves which were covered lightly with blond hair.



At times he was touching only the hair brushing his palm over it making it stand straight up.



When Bobby moved past my knee something else stood straight up. Embarrassed by the small white tent I began to roll over.



Bobby laughed.



What? he said. You think I don t know you get hard?



Uh I responded.



Well I know you do he said. A long time ago over at your house I got up in the middle of the night to pee and saw it in the moonlight a little bump. Oh I m not saying you were playing with it you were asleep. But it was hard.



And one night last year while you were sleeping here I rolled over and it poked me in the back.



Uh I again replied unable to think of a single word to say. Pretty sad for a communications major huh?



I ll tell you what he said chuckling. I won t look. Now let me finish you so I can have my turn.



I tried to relax but could not. The higher Bobby went the more my muscles tensed. I was so worked up I could barely feel the tickling sensation well maybe a little.



He got about three inches from the tops of my thighs and slapped me hard on the stomach and said OK get to work.



Working on the backs of his calves I was torn. For the first time I was actually looking forward to my end of the bargain. For some reason touching him was as exciting and pleasurable as being touched.



In fact I am certain I spent much more time on Bobby than he did no me. I was almost entranced.



I didn t get the chance to tell him to flip.



After about 20 minutes he rolled over. Glancing up and down the length of his body I noticed that his small dark nipples were erect.



Gee I wondered if mine did that. I was too nervous to notice when he was tickling. But in that instance I felt the skin on my chest tighten. They were hard all right which usually was an embarrassment. As a chubby guy my breasts were kind of fleshy and the circles around the nipples large and light pink. The nipples themselves were (and are) pointy and small.



By that time I didn t care. If Bobby was not offended by my tent the hard nipples would not matter. He probably couldn t see anyway.



With all that thinking going on in my mind I did not realize I had worked my way past his knees and onto the fronts of his thighs.



His head was rolled back and his mouth wide open as I tickled. Slowly slightly his legs spread. Going with the moment I let my fingers trail to the inside of his thigh not very far up.



The reaction was immediate.



My little tent was nothing compared to what I saw next.



That giant cock of his hardened into a stiff sword right before my eyes. I saw the front of his briefs expand and could see the outline of his penis through the cloth.



Then something more amazing happened. Reaching apparently what was its full length his cock pushed the waistband out and the head actually more than the head followed.



I had seen him before in the shower at school and changing clothes but never like this.



It was just immense easily twice as long as mine and probably more than twice as thick.



I turned my head away. It seemed as if I shouldn t be looking at such a thing. Glancing upward his eyes were tightly closed.



Sitting up I tried to gather myself together. Simultaneously Bobby rolled over and out of the fold-out couch.



I gotta go to the bathroom he said disappearing behind the curtain that separated the laundry-bathroom area from the main basement.



Yeah OK I sputtered.



Out he went and when I stood up to pull on my cut-off jeans I glanced at the basement steps.



Yikes there was Bobby s sister Marne just sitting and staring.



What a development.

JJ shows off for the camera

One Summer at Stevens Point Ch. 02

Revised version copyright 2006 by the author.



I had a lot of trouble getting to sleep that night and it wasn t just because the bruise on my head prevented me from lying in my favored sleeping position. I knew I d gotten off lightly–there was nothing to have prevented my trick from beating me to a pulp in the empty locker room or to have come back with a cop accusing me of making indecent advances.



It wasn t just around the students and parents at the Institute that I had to be on guard. Even searching for quick anonymous relief seemed fraught with danger here. I found myself becoming profoundly depressed not only for myself but also for the boy who had come on to then assaulted me. I could only imagine the conflicts that raged within him.



It was probably around one when I finally fell asleep. Inevitably I was awakened around six by the high piping voices of small children going past my door on their way to breakfast. My head throbbed and I knew I d have to take something for it. I lay in my bed and groaned at the thought of a full day s teaching ahead in my dazed and confused state. There was no point in trying to fall asleep again–I d have to be up for real in less than an hour.



I decided to try a walk before breakfast. The cool slightly misty morning air hit my face as I left the dorm and in spite of myself my spirits begin to lift. The bad taste of the events of yesterday afternoon finally began to fade. Needless to say I hadn t cum during yesterday s abortive encounter. I sighed as I realized that despite everything I was still incurably ragingly horny. Would I never learn? Shaking my head I began to walk toward the athletic fields.



I kept to the sidewalk at the edge of the large grassy rectangle that held the Stevens Point outdoor track. Even at this early hour there was already someone on it setting a brisk pace. It was a man dressed only in a pair of turquoise running shorts. The color seemed startlingly bright in the morning light and emphasized the top condition of his body. He drew close and I noted that the hair on his chest was peppered with gray. Not bad looking for an old guy quite nice in fact…



I was shaken out of my increasingly lustful reverie by a voice calling my name.



Good morning Mr. Hewitt! The figure raised one arm in a friendly wave.



The runner knew who I was. I peered closely at his face for the first time and saw eyes that even at this distance were blue the face framed by curly graying hair and beard.



It was one of the parents in my ten o clock master class–Molly s dad. I desperately searched my brain for his name hoping he hadn t noticed that I d been checking him out.



The man had stopped on the track opposite where I was on the sidewalk breathing hard glistening with sweat his muscular chest rising and falling. I was very conscious of his superb physique. Even though I was probably ten or twelve years younger I felt flabby and inferior.



Mr. Wagner. I d finally remembered his name. It was after all only the second day of Institute.



Call me Mike please. You re out early.



So are you. Molly still asleep?



Mike Wagner was shaking out his legs corded with muscle.



No she s eating breakfast. One of the other moms down the hall was nice enough to take her so I could get in my daily run. I usually do it before she gets up but today I overslept.



You re very dedicated. Feeling bold I added It shows.



Molly s father smiled. Thanks. It gets me out of bed in the morning.



There was a pause. I found myself wanting to keep the conversation going. I said with mock severity I hope you and Molly did her assignment last night.



Mike nodded vigorously. Oh yes sir. Twenty-five times on the jungle. The jungle was the trickiest passage in the movement of the Vivaldi Concerto Molly was playing. Setting the metronome a little faster each time. She complained a bit but we did it.



Good I said. We ll hear that first today.



Mike grimaced a bit. I hope I got it right. Lois–my late wife–was a musician herself. Since she s been gone I ve often wondered whether I was really helping Molly. I ve worried a lot that I was messing her up.



I sensed he was talking about more than violin playing. Some impulse made me answer in kind. You re doing a great job with her. I can tell she s having the time of her life here this week. She really looks up to you. I stopped wondering whether I d said too much.



Mike Wagner was looking at me with an unreadable expression. Thanks. That means a lot to me. He left the track and came toward me. I kept my eyes on his face with a conscious effort but the impact of his presence was palpable. My breathing quickened and I felt lightheaded.



You know I ve come to Stevens Point several years and Molly s had a different teacher every year. None of them have been bad and some of them have been really good. But you re the best ever. He reached out and grasped my upper arm startling me. Mr. Hewitt it s a privilege for Molly and me to work with you.



Well thank you I managed. And call me Alan.



Still gripping my shoulder Mike offered his other hand. I shook it dazed by his smile and charisma. Okay Alan. But Molly s still going to call you Mr. Hewitt. I ve got to finish my run. See you in class.



Something changed in our relationship after that early morning conversation though the lessons with Molly went on pretty much the same. I worked her hard in the ten or twelve minutes I had with her every morning and gave her an assignment for each evening tempering my demands with humor. Molly laughed a lot quite unfazed by my attempts at sternness.



Occasionally though I would catch sight of Mike not watching his daughter or the teaching point I was trying to illustrate but me. I should have been flattered that he was following my every move so intently but I found it disturbing. It got so I avoided looking in his direction while teaching his daughter not that that was easy. Mike came to class every morning dressed in a T-shirt or polo shirt and shorts that showed off his narrow hips and long sinewy legs. One day he wore a tank top and I even caught one or two of the mothers of the other students eyeing him covertly. If only they knew the teacher felt the same way.



I tried to relieve my tensions in the way I usually did by swimming. I d thought about not going back to the Y but decided what the hell. The chances were that I wouldn t see the blond boy who had decked me and even if I did he probably wasn t eager for another encounter either. As it turned out I never saw him again. So I had to content myself with Jack Gormley in his Speedos. I found myself idly speculating about my chances with him. But it wasn t in me deliberately to try and disrupt a long-term relationship no matter what unconscious signals Jack might be sending out.



Wednesday evening of Institute week I was slated to play on a faculty recital. As I was practicing my piece with the Institute accompanist in the gymnasium that afternoon I sensed someone sitting in the very back listening. After casting a few glances in that direction I realized it was Mike. I didn t acknowledge him but noticed that he stayed until I had finished playing.



Performing in public has always been a difficult experience for me even when I know the audience is mostly children and parents and safely uncritical. I was shaking palms sweaty when I walked out onstage and counted myself lucky to get through my piece without a major disaster. I bowed and left feeling my usual mixture of relief that it was over and annoyance that my nerves had torpedoed some of my best intentions.



I escaped the congratulations as soon as I could–I never felt I deserved them–and took refuge in my dorm room. During the year in Chicago chilling out after a performance usually meant going out usually to a bar or if I were really keyed up to one of the bathhouses. Drinking and sex were usually enough to keep me from dwelling on the performance just past replaying the imperfections over and over in my mind like a defective CD. Of course doing such things here was out of the question.



My moody thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a knock on my door. I wasn t expecting anybody to stop by. I fervently hoped it wasn t one of the adult trainees in the teacher development course I was doing this week–they could easily stay for an hour or more plying me with questions I d heard countless times before and that could easily have been taken care of in class.



I opened the door. Mike Wagner stood there smiling. He was dressed a bit more formally than usual in a short-sleeved dress shirt and khakis. In one hand he held two clear plastic cups in the other a bottle of scotch.



I was hoping you d be here he said. I thought I d offer to throw a little reception in honor of your wonderful performance.



Taken by surprise I blushed and stammered. Aw Mike you didn t have to do that.



I know. I wanted to. Do you have any ice? I rented a refrigerator for the week–I can go back to my room and get some if you don t have any.



I have some. This is damn nice of you.



So I can come in before someone sees me with this illegal contraband?



Settled in with our Scotches him in the one chair in the room me sitting on the bed Mike raised his drink. To you Alan. He swallowed.



Thanks I said. I raised my plastic cup in turn. To children and parents who care enough to give them the gift of music.



Mike said nothing but smiled as he raised his glass. We drank again. The strong liquor started to go to my head. The top two buttons on Mike s shirt were unbuttoned and I caught myself staring at the hair on his chest peeking out through the opening.



Not that it s any of my business but where s Molly tonight?



She s become great pals with one of the other little girls in your class–Sarah Wilkes. They decided they wanted to do a slumber party. Sarah s mom is great she said sure come on over. She told me she s going to sit in the dorm lounge and watch TV until they fall asleep. Knowing Molly she s in for a long night Mike chuckled.



He paused then added Mrs. Wilkes is a single mom–divorced. I ve caught her looking at me once or twice this week as if she d like to invite _me_ over for a slumber party. He laughed self-consciously.



Well you are one of the few unattached men around here. Imbibing had loosened my tongue and it seemed I was on a roll for I continued Think you ll ever marry again Mike?



Mike took a long time to answer staring into space. Maybe he was feeling the buzz too. No he said finally. After a pause he added I don t think I have it in me.



Do you ever think Molly might need a mother? I regretted asking the question as soon as the words had left my lips. Mike raised his head and looked at me not angry or offended as I had expected but with a strange and sorrowful expression.



It s weird when you re widowed and have a kid he said. Especially here no one sees you as anything except a parent. Molly s dad. Sarah s mom. You can t imagine how many people have said that to me. My own parents are the worst. Get married again for the sake of the child they say. No one thinks about whether it would be good for me.



Mike I m sorry I said abashed. I was out of line.



He shook his head. It s okay. You just touched a nerve that s all.



We sat in silence and sipped our drinks. Soon Mike drained his plastic cup and rose. Guess I d better turn in.



So soon? I bitterly regretted what I d said earlier.



Mike smiled. Alan it s okay really. It s just that I m rather looking forward to a night by myself in the room.



Thanks for the Scotch. That was very thoughtful I said still feeling like I d ruined the evening.



Don t mention it. And keep the rest. You may need it after Friday s grand finale.



We were both standing facing each other. I didn t know exactly what I was expecting and Mike seemed irresolute as well. Then he clapped me heartily on the shoulder. Good night Alan he said and was gone.



I stood feeling as if a chance to unravel whatever it was that was going on between us had been lost.



Halfway through Institute week it always seems as if it will never end but finally it was Friday. The grand finale the group concert of all the Institute violin students would take place at night.



I wasn t jaded yet like some of the veteran teachers and I still found the spectacle of hundreds of violin students standing in the UWSP gymnasium playing the Suzuki songs in unison young and old together to be a thrilling experience. Still it had turned out to be a rather strange week and the distractions definitely affected my playing. I found myself wandering off course during some of the songs easy ones that I could play in my sleep. I hurriedly looked around to see if any of the other teachers playing near me had noticed. My performer s ego had apparently survived the week intact at any rate.



The final concert being over didn t mean that I was finished yet. I still had to read through observations that the members of my teacher course had written about classes they d watched that day. Back in my room I looked at the pile of sheets on my desk sighed and set to work. Then there was the task of returning them since we had already met for the last time and I wouldn t see my trainees again before they left. Fortunately most of them were in the same dorm I was in so I walked up and down the hallways sliding papers under room doors hurrying away so as not to get into conversations. When I was done at last it was almost midnight. The heat wave that had rolled into Stevens Point in the last day or so showed no signs of letting up and the room was warm and close. I really needed another shower before I turned in.



As I walked down the hall toward the men s bathroom soap shampoo and towel in hand I heard water running. My first reaction was annoyance. I d waited until now to take a shower precisely so that I could have some privacy. I heaved a sigh opened the door and stepped into the bathroom. There was a bathrobe hung on one of the hooks outside the entrance to the communal shower. I put my stuff down on the tiled floor peeled off my T-shirt and gym shorts and hung my clothes and my towel on another hook.



If the Stevens Point men s dorm had been cruisy the shower in this bathroom might have been an interesting place because it was so small. There were just four shower heads set close together. A man stood under the spray rushing out of the one furthest from the entrance. He was tall with broad shoulders and a slender waist. His legs were lean and roped with muscle his buttocks dimpled. He turned at that moment. It was Mike Wagner.



I drew in my breath sharply. Mike seemed a bit taken aback as well but nodded and said hello. Trying to stay calm I turned on the spray and began to soap myself keeping my back to Mike. I willed myself not to stare at his body even though I wanted to desperately.



Mike though began to make conversation. Great concert wasn t it?



Yes it was I answered half wishing he would finish up and leave at the same time wishing he would stay.



Lord it s hot tonight. I waited till now to take a shower. Hate it when half the world s walking through this bathroom. Reminds me of high school gym class.



I smiled weakly not saying anything. At that moment I didn t need to be reminded of high school gym class and its frustrations.



Besides some of the guys on this hall shouldn t be allowed to take their clothes off in public.



A bubble of astonished laughter escaped from me and I looked at Mike. There was something in his smile that made me hold his gaze.



Present company excepted of course Alan.



My throat felt dry. Thanks I managed. To my horror I felt myself getting hard. Here I was giving myself away in front of the father of one of my students. I turned away again and began to rinse off. I had to finish up and get out of here.



Alan?



What? I said brusquely.



Could I borrow some of your shampoo? I forgot to bring mine.



There wasn t any way to refuse. With a sigh I picked up my bottle and turned. Mike was facing me and my eyes couldn t stop from wandering down to the area below his flat stomach. His crotch was forested with a dense mass of pubic hair out of which rose a long uncut and definitely stiffening cock.



The sight of his arousal sent a jolt of electricity through me. I looked up and our eyes met and locked. So the signals I thought I d been receiving from this man all week were real. What was I going to do about it? Frantic voices in my brain reminded me of where I was and the trouble I could bring upon myself.



The desire and frustration that I had brought with me to the Institute and that had increased during the past few days were too much though. As if in a dream I stepped closer. I saw my hand reach out and grasp what was being offered my brain half expecting Mike to pull away shouting in indignant protest.



Nothing happened. I breathed in the steamy heat of the shower felt the water splash over my skin. I felt the hard smooth flesh of Mike s dick in my palm watched the rounded purple head emerge from the foreskin as I slowly moved my hand back and forth.



I looked in Mike s face again. His eyes were closed his mouth slightly open. There was no doubt that he was enjoying this. Feeling bolder I moved closer and put one arm around him. His own arms rose and encircled me in a tight wet embrace. Trapped between our bodies our hard cocks pressed against one another.



Come to my room I whispered in his ear.



I d said the wrong thing. Mike s eyes flew open and an expression of alarm appeared on his face. He shook his head.



I can t. I ve got to get back to Molly.



He pulled himself from my grasp and hurriedly stepped from the shower into the drying area grabbing his towel and rubbing himself in quick jerky motions. Completely at a loss I stood watching him soap still on my body my arousal forgotten.



Mike what s the matter?



He was putting on his bathrobe.



I m sorry Alan. I shouldn t have done that. I m sorry… It s just–



Frustration made me speak without thinking. It s just what Mike? It s just that you were leading me on?



Shh. Please–not so loud. Mike tied the belt of his robe around his waist. Let s forget it. Good night.



He flung open the bathroom door and almost knocked over a sleepy-eyed man coming to brush his teeth. He disappeared as the new arrival looked at me startled. I realized I was standing stark naked dripping water and suds. There was nothing to do but get back in the shower.



TO BE CONTINUED

Nasty and naughty, they both know how to get the top of pleasures from each other. First it all starts with tasty blowjob done for each othe…

Hot Summer Night at the Beach Ch. 04

John was still in another world it would seem dreaming about one of the girls whose image he kept in his wallet. He was mine but I wanted more. A few hours had passed and it was possible that the friends that had deposited John on the bench at the boardwalk had returned to their lodgings.



After disengaging myself I got out of the car and went around to the passenger door and opened it to give me a few last sure minutes of total access before getting John s slacks back in place without the protection of his Jockey shorts for the ride back into town. Before returning to the driver s seat I got the room key out of his pocket.



The back of the tag was embossed with a P.O. Box and the guarantee of postage if dropped in a letter box. On the front it had the hotel name and a house and unit #. A couple of the downtown hotels had bought up nearby summer lodging houses a number of years ago. They rented these two and three bedroom apartments with a kitchenette by the week or month only keeping their main rooms for shorter rentals. It appeared that the graduating seniors had booked one of these. One of the graduates had probably stayed there with family a previous Summer and booked it early for their graduation week at the beach. Or perhaps it was a graduation present from parents or grandparents.



Finding the location easily I drove around the block slowly. The area seemed dead enough so I pulled into an alley just to the side of their building. John was still out cold but I had no idea for how long. Opening the passenger door I turned his upper body so that I could slide him out onto the grass just behind a picket fence. I put his wallet back in his pocket and giving him a parting grope. I realized that I needed to pee badly so I got a large styrofoam cup out of the car and after filling it I prepared the next possibly necessary cover. Slowly I poured my own warm pee down the crotch and lower leg of John s chinos. At times I have even used a smaller quantity of my own pee on a drunk while he was in my car. If I am concerned that he may regain consciousness this provides a wonderful subterfuge and total confusion and embarrassment for him granting me not only greater control but an explanation of why I am trying to get him out of my car and or mopping up his crotch to keep it off of my upholstery.



I pulled the car to the other end of the alley and parked on the side street. I could hardly contain myself. Here I was with the key to who knew how many rooms and more importantly how many drunk and/or sleeping high school grads.



Always the good Samaritan if anyone was awake I would invoke their help getting John in. If not I would see how else I might help.



Walking back to the entrance with a last check on John I put the key in the lock and slowly released the latch. Opening the door I smelled vomit right off. The lights were all on in the living room as was the TV. On the sofa was a passed out young man with a Marine style buzz cut jeans and a white T-shirt. His head was hanging over the edge and whatever he had consumed over the last several hours that was not already in his blood stream was deposited on the floor beside the sofa.



Moving on to the bedrooms to know exactly who and what else I needed to contend with I found that this unit had three bedrooms. The one was empty. Another had the couple that had left John on the bench. There was no air conditioning and the windows were open. They were both breathing deeply on top of the covers. She in her bra and panties he in his white Fruit of the Loom briefs. The third bedroom had twin beds each occupied. The one young man was the one that had poked John in the car to see if he could talk with him earlier in the night. He was snoring loudly.



I should tell you that I have had several opportunities to explore the body of a drunk/sleeping young man when he was with his girlfriend and this is perhaps one of the most exciting experiences that I have ever had. There is something about a boy and girl being together obviously each with budding hormones pulling them together and then to have them both surrender by losing consciousness. Each has in a way forsaken the other and left not only themselves but their partner as well vulnerable to whatever fate or more specifically what I may choose to do with them.



Do you need to ask where I will begin? First however I went back through the rooms checking to see if I had missed anyone and to see that everyone was comfortable. Looking out the front door there did not appear to be anyone out on the street. I put the chain on this door so that I wouldn t be surprised by any more late arrivals. I also found that the kitchen had a door out the back which was not far from where I left John. There was no key for this door just a dead bolt. This could prove useful later. There was a cold pot of coffee by the sink. I helped myself to a large cup wanting to be at peak alertness.



Returning yes you were right to the young couple from the beach I watched their young bodies curled next to each other as I could only imagine what they have already experienced in their short lives. She clearly had gotten to party as she wanted and neither was feeling any pain. Both were breathing deeply in slow even rhythm. I placed my hand gently but firmly on his abdomen and just felt the warmth and movement for a while. It s at this stage that sometimes it is all I can do to keep myself calm enough and not just stand there shaking.



You may have gathered from what little you know of me so far that my excitement is heightened by knowing the name and something about my subjects. Also while I strongly believe that nothing ventured nothing gained and there is no way that any of this is without risk I also do not believe in taking unnecessary risk. I can t tell you how many possibly golden opportunities I have passed up or bailed out on to error on the side of safety. While looking back I sometimes regret and fantasize about what might have been. This caution has also kept me safe thus far and trust me I have not gone without my share of scores.



On several occasions I ve watched as someone else has picked up where I left off. Watching both with fascination and sometimes regret that I had not pushed ahead myself. Rarely have I joined in with someone that I did not know.



Enough background and back to the couple at hand. He had the nicest treasure trail down into his Fruit of the Looms. There was just enough light from a floor lamp on the far side of the bed to see his goods as I gently pulled his waistband out and down. His shorts and shirt were on the floor beside the bed. Reaching down I pulled out his wallet. His name was Bill and he was from the same High School and had been on the same teams as John. He was about four months older than John and slightly more developed. He had his girlfriend s high school I.D. in his wallet but she had gone to the Catholic School in the same town. Her name was Jennie. If only her parents knew what she left herself open to. All things considered it could have been much worse for her than to have had it be me. She would be a player but it was he that I would ravage given the chance.



Planning ahead always with alternate possibilities open to depending on how events worked out I considered their body placements. Facing each other as they were I decided to entrap his arms in her clothing. His right wrist I worked through and trapped in her bra his left hand I put down between her legs inside her panties. This would involve them with each other should I be interrupted by either of them coming around and cover my retreat.



Next I decided to get the Fruit of the Looms out of the way. He was on his right side so it would be easy enough to peal them off. Starting by turning down the waistband all the way around I placed my right thumb inside the waistband in the small of his back and my left thumb in his shorts with my wrist and left forearm against his tight abs. Slowly but surely pressing down into the mattress the underwear moved down three or four inches under his right buttock. This allowed me to start turning his briefs inside out from the top until his left cheek and pubes were exposed. Wanting him naked before I explored further I returned to the edge trapped under him and going back and forth worked carefully until I was pulling his only covering to his knees and then on off of first one leg and then the other.



This done I just had to gaze and catch my breath for a few minutes. My heart was racing and it was all I could do to calm myself enough to not shake.



I could not deny myself a brief whiff of the cotton that had held his crotch. Then quickly stashing them in a plastic bag for souvenirs I returned to the subject at hand. For a while my eyes took in everything while I started to gently stroke his entire body with my fingertips. He had what we would call today a perfect bubble butt. Smooth very little body hair anywhere on his body except in his pubes and armpits.



He had such full lips yet not too much and they parted easily as I pushed my finger in and felt his teeth. His jaw was slack and he started to snore a bit as I pulled it forward. Then I let my hand slide down his shoulder and side until I could move it in under his arm lock with Jennie. Exploring his taught abs and with no covering I could now snake my fingers through his long curly pubic hair and cup his manhood. He had a good five inches soft and although circumcised they had left him just a bit of skin. Given the time I could spend hours a this stage just imagining where his body has been what he has thought about when he spanked the monkey who has seen what I do now only Jennie? Teammates? Parents? Siblings?



But for now it is mine. Mine to posses and to change without his permission. I really do not like the look of a man that has shaved or trimmed his pubes too much. That is in part why the humiliation of finding himself that way wondering why how is such a turnon for me. Not to mention having something that personal together with his underwear for future jack off sessions.



Back to Bill he was a pleasure but then this was a night of treasures and not to be greedy I wanted a taste of it all. So I lifted his eyelid and seeing that he was far away I got out my scissors and started clipping off the red fluff that surrounded the still flaccid cock. I worked carefully but swiftly putting the hair in a small baggy as I went. I moved his upper leg just enough to get his scrotum free from his legs and the handling of his penis was starting to be just enough for him to become tumescent. I stroked him slowly with my left hand while I felt the smooth bubble but with my right.



Before I realized it I had started stroking his tight virgin sphincter and he was now rock hard. I covered my right index finger and my left palm with saliva and returned to my dual task. Gradually a slight moan escaped Bill s lips as my finger was admitted to his nomans land. His breathing was somewhat more rapid but still even and without a hint of his coming around. This was all autonomic reflex remote control or more accurately my control. His hard cock was now throbbing and I could tell that he was close to orgasm.



Then it happened just as Bill started to shoot I heard a noise in the hall as someone fell against the wall I froze as four five hard spurts of cum shot out of the turgid prick still in my hand. The next thing I heard was the toilet seat slamming and someone worshiping the porcelain god in the bathroom right next to this room in the hall.



Thank heavens I had pushed the bedroom door closed. I slowly stood up and tried to slow down my heart that was trying to jump out of my chest. Jennies left arm which was on the bed between them was covered in Bill s man seed. Too bad that she couldn t enjoy it. Not yet at least. I gathered everything together in case I needed to make a quick exit. I heard the toilet flush and I stepped into the bedroom closet for cover just in case.



The stumbling body came out of the bathroom with a slurred trail of speech talking to anyone no one himself and I could hear Damn couldn t you at least have made it to the bathroom? as he must have discovered the Marine type in the living room. This must be the the chap that had tried to awaken John back at the car by the boardwalk. He then came back up the hall and opened the bedroom door where I was and said Damn Bill you don t ever give up do you? He then went back in the bedroom across the hall and fell off the edge of the bed and started to snore.



I needed some fresh air. Taking my bag with me I closed Bill and Jennie s door behind be and went out the kitchen door to check on John. He had turned over on his stomach and was snoring away. Up the block I heard voices and they were not happy. The guy was wasted and trying to convince the girl he was with to stay with him. I could just make out as he tried to explain to her that his girlfriend s parents had not let her come at the last minute and that he had a double room. She was more sober appeared to be at least ten years older that he and said you re too drunk to do anything tonight anyway. I ll help get you to bed but then I ll see you tomorrow. It appeared that they might be coming to this house.



I slipped back inside. I quickly pushed in the button on both occupied bedroom doors and closed them then I took the chain off of the front door and retreated out the kitchen door to watch and wait. The woman was still arguing with the guy that would surely have fallen if he weren t leaning on her. Now standing directly in front of the house she said Bert you are in no condition to do anything much less to argue with me let s get you to bed. They went in the front door from which I had just left removed the chain.



After a familiar feel or two of John I walked to the car and added my new treasures to the ones already stowed. I walked around the block a couple of times to regain my composure and then slipped back behind the picket fence to wait and watch and enjoy John in the meantime.



In my plastic bag emptied of its earlier loot I had placed a couple of those throw away airline pillows. Gently and tenderly I placed one of these under John s head. I rolled him just enough to get the other under his abdomen so that he would be more comfortable.



to be continued…

Wolf Hudson gives Christian Owen a hard bondage fuck in the shower.

Marking Time

A young man alone in the city finds his only lifeline to the real world is AOL. Will he hook up with his new-found friend also alone in the city and staying at the same hotel or chicken out as before?



Warning–Because many people consider a story without an intimately detailed sex scene a complete waste of time I give advance warning that this story deals with sexually-generated angst not sex itself. Only read this story if you enjoy tales of indecision and anxiety.



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I tried not to think about it. It wasn t easy. I was away from home for the first time and homesickness had bushwhacked the sense of independence I had expected .



The telephone rang and I picked it up. Hello?



Martin is that you?



Yes Mom. I kept any sound of relief out of my voice.



Are you okay?



Why wouldn t I be okay?



I was worried about you. You hadn t called me since yesterday.



It s only 4:40 Mom I pointed out. You re not even home yet.



She hesitated. I heard road noise in the background which meant she was probably still on I-270 heading north. I imagined what she was wearing what her day was like what she and Dad would have for dinner. In other words all things I usually never thought about.



More cautiously she asked: How did your interview go?



I didn t compare her to a nagging Jewish mother Actually I said. Not bad. The Human Resources guy was kinda cool. He had already seen two dozen people for the position but no one even near my age. My credentials impressed him.



Of course they did she said proudly which brought back my annoyance. I controlled it though.



He pretty much let on that I was ahead of the pack or at least high up in the running. I agreed to meet him and some other bigwigs for dinner tonight.



Oh Martin! she caroled. How wonderful! You wear your blue suit okay? No the brown one maybe with a blue–



Mom I warned.



Okay okay. Wear what you want to honey. I know you ll make the right decision. She sounded slightly wounded. Just make your best impression okay?



I always make a good impression Mom. You know that.



Her sigh was very motherly. I know. You make me so proud of you Martin.



I got her off the phone and unpacked my khaki Dockers and my light blue Ralph Lauren shirt and the blue and gray silk tie. I wanted to make an impression but of a relaxed and in-command applicant not an ass-kisser. Everyone at that place secretaries to the mail-room kid to the Executive VP s were a bunch of Class-A super-overachievers with 2×4 s the size of Saturn rockets shoved up their asses. The only cool person I d met that day was Tim the Human Resources guy–and he was probably trained that way.



I ironed my clothes took a shower put my clothes on and went downstairs to catch a cab. The hotel was on 55th Street the restaurant was on 40th. Maryland born and bred I knew as much about the Big Apple as I did Peoria Illinois.



I let the doorman flag down a taxi for me and gave the driver the name of the restaurant and the address. He got there in ten minutes but made enough turns to baffle a mapmaker.



Thank you I said getting out. Will I have much problem getting a cab back to the hotel later on?



He laughed–even his laughter had an accent–and he reminded me that I was white well-dressed and in the best part of town. You could fall off into the gutter at three a.m. and two dozen cabbies would try and pick you up. At least that s what I think he said. I tipped him five dollars and waved at him when he drove away. I like friendly people with a sense of humor–even foreigners.



Tim was waiting for me in the bar along with a sharply-dressed gentleman named Mr. Dyce. Mr. Dyce looked in his early forties and had shiny black hair. He looked Sicilian. I offered my hand and for exactly one second he tried to crush it. I couldn t help but flinch. They both laughed.



You ve heard of The New York Minute? Mr. Dyce said smoothly. Well that s The New York Second.



I flexed and shook my hand appreciatively. Don t tell me about The New York Hour then I joked.



Mr. Dyce lifted his hand for the bartender. Tim tells me your from D.C. he said. If the speed at which the attractive young lady reacted was any indication Mr. Dyce came here a lot. Or he owned the place. You re old enough to drink?



Since he asked in a tone not to embarrass me I answered with deference. Yes sir. To the bartender: Do you need my I.D.?



She smiled sweetly and shook her head. Then a diet-Coke I said.



She went to pour my soda and a third man entered the bar and joined us. This was someone I recognized from that afternoon. John somebody. A fish name. Pike?



This is John Hake Martin. You remember him? Tim asked.



I said I did and John and I shook hands. He was not a member of The New York Second club. John works in your department Tim advised.



He d be your boss Mr. Dyce clarified. If that s the eventual outcome .



The cute bartender return with my soda. I thanked her and held eyes with her for a New York Second longer than I should have. She smiled at me however but hid the smile from my companions.



I ll pay for dinner if that nudges the outcome in my direction I offered.



I told you he was a wit Tim said.



I had to keep my wit in check. A crack or two might amuse these guys but they were the makers and the shakers in this town and they didn t hire wits. They hired savvy and skill. I said The truth is I understand that I m very lucky to be here tonight. The fact you asked me is an ego-booster. But I also know that I wouldn t be here if I didn t have something important to offer the firm.



Mr. Dyce grinned. Tim beamed. Every tooth in his mouth shown one-hundred watts or brighter. John Hake said to me You really developed that Coca-Cola model in two weeks?



Actually I had developed the model in one week the rest of the time I spent learning Black Jack online. It wouldn t work in the real market I admitted. The algorithms were from an old General Dynamics engine donated to the university in 1999. I rewrote the formulas based on the Minnesota expressions developed by Dr. Fletcher s team in 2002. It was strictly conceptual. It lost money consistently.



Hake nodded. But nobody has a model that works any better than yours and they re all written by experts.



I failed on the cheap I conceded. You want to pay me big money to fail big time?



I want you to succeed Mr. Dyce said softly. Can you succeed Martin?



How the fuck do I know? I wanted to say. I m a godamned junior at a nondescript college in Maryland. I get by on student loans and an allowance from my parents. I m twenty-one years old and I ve never been laid. How the hell good I am?



If you have enough money I can make it work I said honestly. Enough money will make anything work. The question is do you have enough time?



How much time is enough? Mr. Dyce asked. There was no amusement in his manner now only consideration.



Three years. Not a Sunday less. On a New York Year budget. Five years on anything less.



Mr. Dyce scowled. Tim took half-a-step backwards. John Hake who had been vacillating between friendliness and rigidity in the presence of his boss scowled as well.



Three years? On a framework you wrote in two weeks? What kind of bullshit is that Martin?



My model was bullshit Mr. Dyce. The real thing is the Titanic with watertight bulkheads. You can blow four five modules and the thing stays afloat. Imagine a financial engine that makes money even when you program it to loose.



Dyce s scowl didn t lessen any but it didn t grow worse. Let s have dinner he said.



I ordered New York Strip Steak with a baked potato and Mr. Dyce and Tim both had Filet Mignon. John had a Surf & Turf dinner with a lobster tail the size of the Titanic. We drank a French wine who s name I couldn t pronounce desert was ludicrous.



So Martin. Mr. Dyce stretched back in his chair and made it obvious he wanted a cigar. You leave town when? Thursday morning?



Yes sir. The food in my stomach had me dopey and I didn t want to get into anything serious. Tomorrow morning I m booked on a tour of Lower Manhattan–



Ground Zero.



Yes I agreed. And the Bronx Zoo tomorrow afternoon.



What about tomorrow night?



I shook my head. Dyce glanced sideways at John Hake who nodded slightly. The Red Sox are in town he said. Tomorrow night and Thursday night. How would you like to go see them?



A Yankees-Red Sox game in September? They were number one and two in the division again. The Red Sox had won the World Series last year. Washington was in the cellar with only thirty-two wins but it was their first year in town.



Who s cock do I have to suck? I wanted to ask. I said That s a very generous offer Mr. Dyce. You could just as well let me sell the ticket instead and hold my first year s salary.



More like the first year and a half John Hake said somewhat unwisely. Mr. Dyce cut him a hard glance. I liked John so I accepted.



To my relief both Tim and Mr. Dyce had pressing appointments after dinner and had to run. John and I migrated to the bar where I hoped to see the attractive bartender again but she was gone. A little after nine he stood with me on the sidewalk outside the restaurant. The September evening was cool and clear just this side of crisp.



So what you have on for tonight? I asked.



Unfortunately he said checking his watch I have to be across the river in Jersey at ten o clock. My wife and I are buying a new condo there and we re meeting the broker. Sorry.



Only in The Big Apple I thought.



I bade him good night and caught the first cab I flagged. I considered asking the cabby where the nearest nightclub was but didn t have the courage. Being alone in New York City is no fun.



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It was eleven o clock. I slouched in the surprisingly comfortable upholstered chair remote in hand channel surfing. My laptop was open on the table beside me on screen Microsoft Outlook awaited any messages. The six in my In Box had already been answered and I was bored.



I wanna get naked I said aloud. Actually what I wanted was to suck a cock.



Don t get me wrong–I m not gay. I ve never had sex with a guy and I don t find guys attractive. My problem is one of fixation. Since my first image of a girl sucking a cock I ve wanted to suck one too. I ve become addicted to certain newsgroups on AOL. You probably know which ones. Like any addict I both loath and cherish my addiction.



What I need is a personal Glory Hole. To the uninitiated a Glory Hole is a 4 diameter hole in any wall through which an erection can be placed. Of necessity it is generally located at groin level in one wall of a small cubicle usually in a sex shop. I ve never seen or been inside one but I have seen pictures. Once inserted in the hole an erection can be sucked anonymously by a man or a woman–or both–depending upon your predilection.



My perfect scenario would be a 7-1/2 long penis of a Caucasian male nicely pink of medium girth with a not-to-protuberant glans. The testicles should be large and droopy enough to allow for easy fondling. My perfect pair are distinctly mismatched one hanging lower than the other. The right testicle should be larger by half. In this perfect scenario no human being would exist on the opposite side of the wall.



I shifted uncomfortably in the chair adjusted my position. In deference to the situation I sat there in my jockey shorts and my tee-shirt. In defiance of the situation I had the curtains halfway drawn though what good this did on the fourteenth floor I don t know. The building opposite was only twelve stories tall. Taller buildings were visible in the distance to be sure but from any of them you d need high-powered binoculars. Then again this was New York.



I momentarily considered giving myself a little stroking action just on the off-chance you know but my penis said Forget it. It had no interest.



Why not go online? I had thought this earlier but lethargy kept me glued to the chair. Now it was eleven-fifteen and the idea had more appeal. I got up and sat down at the table.



The hotel was rigged for wireless. I started AOL selected my screename SimplMind100 and connected via TCP/IP. Where shall we go tonight? I wondered aloud.



I scanned through the member-created chat rooms and stared at M4MNYCHotels. My hand gave a tiny shake. I got a tiny little shiver. I clicked on the name and sat there a moment thinking.



Two months ago I had almost jumped. I started up a friendship with a guy named Sean (real name? Who knows?) from Baltimore that I met online. We hit it off the first night and progressed from touchy-feely chat to heavy duty cyber in less than an hour. I promised him my oral virginity and he committed his to me. We resolved to 69 each other in bed with a camera recording.



Arrangements were made after our third session and I got as far as the parking lot of the motel. This was in Columbia Maryland halfway between our homes. I sat in the car for half and hour berating myself for being a chicken in the end I just left. If he showed up for the liaison I never knew because I deleted my screename and blocked out his. I hadn t been in an AOL chat room since then.



I double-clicked M4MNYCHotels and went in.



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What hotel you in?



I had been chatting with SPUDKNOCKER99 for ten minutes. His real name was Dan he was thirty-one years old he was married with two kids and in town trying to close a deal on pharmaceutical equipment. His hotel was in mid-town from what I d gathered.



The Clarendon I lied. On 53rd.



Close he came back but no cigar. Maybe if I looked out my window I could see you. Try waving LOL.



My window faces east. Should I stand there naked?



PLEASE NO! LOL. Let me keep something to the imagination. So far I had told him my age and my general description my reason for being here and how long I was staying. I m at the Westbridge on 55th he wrote.



I shivered mightily. He was here? At my hotel? Thank God I had lied!



I could hop on over on my twinkle toes I told him. Spray you with my fairy dust.



Keep typing like that and I ll rip the hard drive out of my computer sonny boy.



My penis had discovered its missing blood supply and was struggling for freedom. I kept it where it was. How hard is it really? And how large? Does it ever give you a laptop dance?



I ll laptop dance you boyo. You ll doing the dancing of course.



He knew I was a closet flautist. He knew I joked about more. He was Bi but with very limited experience. So far his experience was at the mouths of two other men.



A laptop dance is something I might enjoy sometime I told him. Given the right circumstances.



Think you ll ever take the leap? he came back seriously.



I explained about Sean. Apart from being an asshole about it I typed that s closer than I ever imagined I d go. What about you? How did you hook up?



Good old reliable AOL. Just like this only with some chance of success LOL.



If only he knew. I shivered and typed: How big are you? The real version as opposed to the AOL version.



I didn t dare lie about that not when I d be meeting the potential blow job later on LOL. My REAL size is 8 long thick with very large veins and I get an angry red when I m hard. I m cut with a moderately big head. You?



Embarrassed I confessed. Six inches on a really good night. Normal thickness. Takes a hook to the left. Care to rent me your package tomorrow night? For my own use with the ladies?



Would rather you try the goods yourself but sure. Visa Mastercard or American Express accepted. And cash of course. Rent by the hour?



How about a one-year lease?



Sorry the lease-holder is my wife. And she never sublets. A one-night opportunity here Marty take it or leave it.



I ll take it I replied. I m upstairs in room 1412. I sat back to wait. I shook like a bamboo shack in an earthquake.



His response was immediate. I know you re joking. You wouldn t be that cruel. Actually just joking about it is cruel LOL! I have a very large erection in my hand and it nearly got yanked off!



I am so shameless I wrote. I need to be taken over my knee and given a good paddling.



On your bare ass buster.



How did you know my ass is bare?



Lucky guess. An informed guess.



My erection demanded its freedom in no uncertain terms. My heart beat like an elephant s heart: thud-whump thud-whump thud-whump. When was I this aroused? Certainly not since Sean.



Your guess is only half-informed I told him. Physically my shorts are still on mentally they ve been pitched out the window. In other words my bottom is psychologically ready for a good spanking.



LOL! You re killing me. I wasn t kidding about my erection. It s ready to rock and roll. It would react very favorably to seeing your ass getting paddled.



I m trying to think the last time that actually happened to me. I think I was ten. I ve never gotten it bare-bottomed before that was reserved for my sister. She s seventeen now.



Ever get to see it?



They did it to her in her bedroom. I could hear it though which turned me on immensely.



I bet it did. How old was she when they stopped?



Stopped?



LOL again. I keep setting myself up don t I? Is your sister hot?



I prefer to think of her as cuddly. She s blonde has blue eyes still wears braces on her teeth–which just drives her nuts but which I think is cute–and she has a nice figure. And no I ve never seen her nude so don t ask.



DARN! Skunked again. Would you like to though?



He caught me. I had often wanted to see Kierney nude had seen her countless times braless in stuff that let her nipples protrude had seen her in outfits like a tank-top and gym-shorts which clearly defined her developing breasts and left her thong panties exposed–I had even seen her in her bra and panties. I typed: Every day and every minute. Like an introduction? You d have to wait six months to bang her though she s still a minor.



Her twenty-one year old brother would do just fine.



I almost told him then. I almost placed my fingertips on the keys and typed I was lying about 53rd Street. Come up here and fill my mouth with your erection please! Instead I let my blood pressure settle again. I m curious. Did either of your guys let you cum in their mouths?



One did he replied. The second one. His name was John Smith and I kid you not. I even looked at his license. The first guy s name was Ted but I won t tell you his last name. He let me come on his chest but John wanted it all. He masturbated me the second time we did it right into his own mouth. Then he swallowed. The first time he spat it into the toilet but the second time he swallowed it. (I enjoy saying that LOL.)



So I gathered. I ve swallowed my own cum before. Does that excite you? Or turn you off?



It EXCITES me stupid! (You re not stupid sorry.) Tell me about it.



Well I typed I usually do a couple of spurts at a time. I get myself to the brink of ejaculation (not always on purpose LOL) and shoot into my palm. I don t actually cum so I m still turned on enough that I can slurp it up with my tongue. I do this two or three times before the main event but if I m lucky or really intent on enjoying myself I ll do it over and over until I ve easily had two or three sperm-loads.



I didn t know what this bit of information did to my friend but it agonized me. I squirmed in my chair.



I m currently freehanded he wrote. The concept of you enjoying yourself was just too much. Either I let go of it or it made goo-goo all over me. I wouldn t want that because like yourself cumming extinguishes my fire. Right now I want that flame hot as a blowtorch. Anyway what other pleasantries might you employ in your quest for enjoyment?

This was the Daily Double the question I d been steering him toward. I wasn t even sure I had done it consciously . . . just following my cock maybe.



I have this other fixation. Two months ago I went to this sex-shop around the Beltway from my house–its in Beltsville the Lower East Side of Maryland. I was so embarrassed it took two trips just to get in the front door. When I did get in I kept my eyes off what I had gone there to see instead browsing the magazine racks. I settled for a prepackaged set of girly mags. They were so poor quality and I was so pissed I didn t even beat off to them. I just threw them away.



Two days later I forced myself back to the place and was astonished at what I saw. Covering one entire wall and part of another was the most amazing collection of dildos you can imagine. They had long ones black ones two-headed ones green and red ones in Dayglo colors they had dildos two feet long and midget dildos. They had dildos you strapped onto your body and dildos you put batteries in and dildos with knobs and ticklers. They had–well you get the idea. They had so many dildos I couldn t possible make a choice much less an informed one. Then I saw this row of flesh-colored dildos in varying sizes all from the same manufacturer. They looked exceptionally real and even had testicles. They re called Ballsy Cocks.



The largest one nearly took my breath away. It was an incomprehensible fourteen inches long and thick as a forearm. At the other end of the scale was one six inches long and slightly thicker than myself. The head was beautifully formed like a Triceratops head. The tip had a distinctive opening that looked like a real pee-hole and it was ridged along the shaft by veins. I had never seen anything so beautiful.



I took it down with shaking hands and carried it over to the counter on rubbery knees. I put it into a Plexiglas carousel like you see at a bank–the counter area was completely enclosed in Plexiglas–along with a twenty dollar bill. The guy paid no attention at all shooting the shit with some old man. I took the dildo home with me and on the weekend when I didn t have to worry about being bothered I put it to good use. And now you know.



His reply was a moment in coming. Define good use Martin.



I think you already know I replied.



Again a pause. Did you enjoy it? Would you enjoy the real thing you think?



With numb and shaking fingers I answered: I think I would enjoy you Dan.



And then I told him he could find out for sure by taking the elevator to the 14th floor and knocking on the door to room 1412. I am waiting to find out myself and oh boy am I scared.

Soccer player taking all his clothes off

First Visit to Bookstore booths

I was 19 and had sex with my 44 year old neighbour. It was a revelation to me. We had been watching TV one night and after he had several beers and talked about the young babes I went out with he started sucking me off and ever since I ve been addicted. He has started fucking me too and learnt me how to suck his cock perfectly. My Dad is no longer around so Fred often comes over when Mom is at work and his wife is busy to watch a ball game with me. His wife thought he was kind and my Mom wasn t suspicious of our relationship. I would suck him off too during the game. We often went to other sporting events too so Fred could suck me and me him. He often fucked me right in his truck.



One night he said he was taking me to a special adult book place where they showed porn movies in booths. I was excited because I had never seen one. We arrived in the parking lot and Fred said they d never let me in even with ID because I still looked so young. So he planned on going in getting the tokens and going into the dark back room of the store where he d sneak open the rear door to let me in too. I stood in the dark waiting nervously until the door creaked open and Fred quickly pulled me in.



Fred whispered that we had to be careful and not draw attention to ourselves. In the darkened room I saw the rows of doors for the booths some with lights above showing them occupied a few men wandered between them. Fred said we d have to go into booths side by side or we d get reported so of course I agreed. I was very excited anticipating what would happen. He gave me a huge hand full of tokens and told me how they operate. He said there would be a hole between the wall too that we could talk through and I could stick my cock through it too if I wanted him to suck me and he d be doing the same thing. As a matter of fact he said he wanted to have me suck him and fuck me through the hole several times tonight.



I entered my booth and locked the door stood there in total darkness. Heard Fred doing the same thing next door. I finally found the slot for tokens and began watching my first porn movies! I had an instant erection as I clicked through the many channels of sexual activity every way there was. I heard Fred whispering to me through the hole. It was very hard to see anything even when the movie was playing. He said again he wanted to fuck me a lot tonight and would take time outs to make it more fun. I put my cock into the hole and he sucked on me for a bit stopping soon because he knew I d come quick from the screen action. He placed his large cock through for me and I sucked it hard enjoying it even though I couldn t see him. Then he pulled it out and placed two fingers through asking me to suck them too. I did and he said it would be great tonight to fuck me with his cock and several fingers which he liked. I was way too excited about this new idea and said sure. Fred knew that even if I came I would be ready to go again in minutes anyway!



We watched the movies side by side for some time before Fred told me to suck him again. I stooped to the hole feeling where it was in the darkness and felt his warm cock there taking it into my mouth slowly like he liked. I heard him groan and murmur. He withdrew it after a bit and said he was going to squeeze it down to let me suck it up again. I had no idea what he meant until it came back through the hole now not as hard or large. I sucked it again and in no time he came. I heard Fred murmuring again and he placed his cock through once more now all large and hard again from my sucking.



Fred told me to turn around and watch the porno with my ass against the hole he wanted to start fucking me. I took off my jeans and briefs and did pressing my ass close. My own cock harder than ever from this new feeling and the porno. I felt his cockhead there and he gently pressed into me and started very slowly stroking.



I came from just touching myself right there. Fred fucked me for a bit and pulled out said through the hole to just keep my ass there because he wanted to finger fuck me too or use 3 or 4 fingers but to just enjoy it. I felt his slim finger go in too for a few minutes then a little larger that must be two fingers. He stroked slowly at first then faster until I heard him groan on the other side of the wall before he pulled them out. He said to stay where I was for more fun.



Voices were coming from outside in the hallway and I wondered if anyone could hear us? Doors were clicking open and shut too. Now my cock was all hard again. I felt the single finger back there then two and then again his cock entering me now really swollen because he was so excited I guess. He really fucked me hard this time again groaning loudly before stopping and I could feel his huge cock coming inside me. More voices and doors clicking. Then his cock smaller again sliding into me. I thought it felt smaller but assumed my ass was now stretched so pushed back and enjoyed the fucking. Fred came again inside me and hadn t done that before. He was over excited too.



Fred was right it was a great time letting him fuck me like that through the glory hole. He finally knocked softly at my door and said we had to go. When I slipped out I could now see several men standing in the darkness. A few smiled at me when they saw what I looked like. As we made our way to the rear door one guy said to Fred don t forget the Tuesday night knock 3 raps and then 1 more and someone would open the door for him. Somehow I knew the message was actually intended for me and wondered what would happen if I ever went back alone.

Hardcore sucking on the couch

Taken But Not Robbed

I should have never cut through the park but I was in a hurry to get to my girls house. Just thinking about the pussy I was going to get caused my cock to start to get hard. So wrapped up in my thoughts of the fucking I was going to get I never realized anyone else was around until they grabbed me and stuck a gag in my mouth. They pulled me off the path and into a spot surrounded by high bushes. I noticed there was some sort of old table setting in the middle of the place.



Quit struggling or we ll blow your fucking head off growled one of the men holding me. I realized then that to struggle was useless. I decided to just let them rob me and maybe they would let me go free. Wrong!



There were four of them. Two of them had hold of my arms and one man was behind me prodding me with what he said was a gun. I never tried to find out if he was telling the truth or not. Get his fucking clothes off ordered the man with the gun. I started to resist but a prod from the gun changed my mind. Bad enough the fuckers were going to take my money but the assholes were going to take my clothes too I thought to my self.



I was to find out they would take a whole lot more. In just a few minutes they had me completely naked. The fucker has a pretty nice cock must be about six to seven inches when its hard observed one of the men reaching out and taking hold of my cock.



I had never had another man touch my cock and I did not want him to. I tried to pull back but it was no use there was a man close behind me and he made me stand still while the man in front fondled my cock and balls. Nice ass too said the man behind me as he played with my ass. They both founded me like I was some piece of meat or something and I could do nothing to stop them. The fucker holding my cock was causing it to start to respond.



Now I am as straight 8 as they come but I am also highly sexed. When one of the men kneeled in front of me and put my cock in his mouth I started against my will to get hard and again tried to pull back.



Quit moving fucker groused the man rubbing my ass as he let me know he still had the gun.



How I was really embarrassed because try as I may I could not keep my cock from getting hard. Please don t get hard I begged in my mind as the man continued to suck me till I was completely hard.



Looks like we caught us a closet fag. Man look at his cock drool laughed the man behind me.



The man sucking my cock then stood up and spoke We are going to take your gag off. But if you make one false sound I m going to cut your cock off…Understand?



To make his point he pulled a knife from his pocket and held it in front of my face as he took hold of my cock. All I could do was nod my head yes.



But before he took my gag off he slipped out of his shirt and pants. He was not wearing any under clothes. Looking around I realized the other two men beside me had already striped. When the man behind me pushed up close to me I knew he was naked too because I could feel his hard cock pressed against my ass smearing pre-cum on me.



I tried to wiggle away from his cock and this only made him laugh and taunt me You don t have to wiggle your hot little ass you ll soon get all the fucking you can handle.



It was then I realized they were going to rape me. I guess the look of fear in my eyes must have showed because the man with the knife waved it again and warned Just remember – one peep out of you and one dick will be laying on the ground – UNDERSTAND?





I nodded my head yes as the man behind me took my gag off. The man in front of me again went to his knees and started sucking on my cock which had started to go soft but immediately betrayed me by swiftly getting hard again. Boy he could really suck cock! In no time at all he had me on the edge of cumming. No matter how hard I tried I could not will my cock soft and inadvertently my hips of their own accord pushed my throbbing cock at his mouth.



Like that don t you Bitch growled the man behind me prodding me with his cock and gun at the same time.



Afraid to deny I liked having my cock sucked I whispered Yesss



The man sucking my cock then pulled his mouth off my cock and look up at me Want me to finish sucking you? he asked.



Flushed with shame because I really wanted him to all I could do was nod my head yes. Well I am going to he answered but first you have to do something for me he stated as he stood up.



I could only look blankly at him afraid to ask what. I did not have to ask he told me.



I want you to suck my cock he said as he started pushing me to my knees.



No…please I begged. I am not gay please don t make me do this. Please!



Oh he is not going to make you said the man behind me. You are going to want to As he said this I felt the gun press against my back. I realized then I had no choice and went to my knees.



Again the man behind me spoke Not so fast faggot tell Dave you want to suck his cock.



I stared to protest but a prod from the gun made me whisper May I suck your cock?



Again the prod Louder Bitch! Like you really want to?



Racked with shame and fear looking up at Dave I begged Please let me suck your cock.



When I looked back down his cock was just inches from my face. Ok said Dave. Take hold of it and rub it all over your slut face.



I took hold of the first man s cock beside mind that I had ever held and began to rub his cock over my face smearing it with his pre-cum. His cock was hot hard and sort of soft all at the same time.



Good boy Dave said rubbing my head. Now kiss it!



Again I hesitated bringing another warning from the man behind me. I then kissed my first cock. This is the weird part I found myself thinking This is not so bad – fuck sex is sex.



My thoughts were broken by the command I knew was coming Now suck it!



I took my first cock into my mouth but must have grazed him with my teeth because he slapped me hard upside my head making me see stars Watch the teeth! You bite my cock and I ll sure as hell cut yours off. Now suck my cock like you like having your sucked.



I then applied all the things I had ever had done to me.. I held my lips tight around his cock as I tongued the under side of it causing him to moan Take it alllll…



Then little by little on each in stroke I worked more of his meat into my mouth till his cock hit the back of my throat. My head was back at such an angle that after after a few tries I took his whole cock in my mouth and throat.



WOW! Exclaimed Dave. This bitch is a natural! He then began to really fuck my face bouncing his balls off my chin. YEA! Whore…eat that cock… he moaned and then rambling his cock into my mouth even harder he screamed Eat my cum…now OH BABY!



I never had a chance to think about to swallow or not so forceful was his cum. The first shot hit the back of my throat and as I was trying to swallow that to keep from choking he rammed his cock deep in my throat ant released three or four more large loads. I had no choice except to swallow as fast as I could. But that was not fast enough some of his cum ran out of my mouth and down my chin. But what really surprised me was that the taste of his cum was not unpleasant but had a salty sweetness to it.



Yea man! laughed the man called Ron We got us a real cock sucker and he loves it. Look at his cock!



To my shame and embarrassment I looked down and realized for the first time that my cock was rock hard and oozing pre-cum. Oh fuck what is wrong with me? I wondered shocked at how my body was sexually reacting to me being forced to suck a man s cock and swallow his cum.



When Dave moved aside Ron quickly took his place and shoved his cock into my mouth and said one word SUCK!



I did not wait for the prod of the gun this time but began sucking the second cock of my life. When I finished with him the other two men took their turns at fucking my mouth. I hoped that when these two finished my ordeal would be over. Little did I know it would just be starting?



As soon as I finished sucking the fourth man s cock and swallowing his cum Dave spoke Bring him over here. Dave was standing over by the old table.



They made me bend over the table. While two of the men held me down Dave began to smear some sort of slick stuff over my ass and around my hole. I realized then they wanted to fuck me in my ass. No please! NO! I screamed as Dave rammed a finger into my virgin ass. OH NO! PLEASE! I begged. All I got was the third man ramming his cock into my mouth again.



Soon Dave had two fingers in my ass and trying for three. Just relax your ass and it will be over before you know it.



I tried to scream but a mouth full of cock stopped that. All of a sudden Dave popped his fingers out and the head of his cock in. I almost fainted from the pain and the shame from having a man s hard cock lodged in my ass and another cock fucking my mouth. But I will give Dave this he was not a cruel lover(?). He held his cock still in my ass till my ass sort of become use to having something in it. Then little by little he eased more of his cock in my virgin ass till I felt his balls against me.



In the mean time the third man was really fucking my mouth. I guess this took my mind off my ass and let it relax a little. Dave began to slowly fuck in and out of my ass slowly letting me become accustom to having a man s dick in me. The man fucking my face shot his load deep in me and pulled out.



I could breathe again and talk. But all I could do was moan from the pain of my ass being stretched. Ohhh…please stop…it hurts…please…oh….ohhh…please…please don t fuck me.



Oh what a hot hole…this ass was made for fucking…take it slut! Take my cock! Fuck me whore…fuck me hard Dave roared as he began to fuck my ass in earnest.



Surprisingly to me the pain gradually began to lessen and a new feeling began to wash over me. I felt my dick which had shriveled up from the pain start to get hard from Dave s cock rubbing my prostate. This was not lost on the men Look he likes it! Look at his cock getting hard. What was so shameful was that I knew they were right. I was beginning to enjoy having my ass pounded by Dave s cock.



Damn! You are right this whore does love me fucking his ass. Turn him over I want to see his face as I fuck his cherry ass Dave told the other men.



They quickly laid me on the table on my back as two of them held my legs back almost beside my head. Dave quickly shoved his cock back into my still open ass. It did not hurt much this time and soon his pounding my ass with his cock bumping my prostate had me rock hard and oozing pre-cum. My Ohhhs of pain were now beginning to my embarrassment and shame becoming Ohhhhs of pleasure.



Fuck him hard Dave cried the other men. He fucking well likes having a cock in his ass. Fuck that cocksucker! Make him beg for cock!



No please noo…ohhhh…please…ohhhhh yesss..I mean nooo I began to beg as Dave continued his assault on my now willing ass. Oh what in the fuck has come over me… I wondered and then it struck me I should say What the fuck is in me? I readily knew the answer to that – it was a man s hard cock and I was starting to enjoy it.



Ohhh Fuck YESSS! screamed Dave. I m going to cum…Take it bitch…takeit allll.



The feel of his hard cock spraying hot cum deep in my no longer virgin ass and over my extra sensitive prostate caused my own cock to shoot the largest load of it life. To my utter shame and embarrassment my cock shot its load without even being touched.



Man Dave! exclaimed Ron You have fucked the cum out of this bitch. What a fucking whore! He loves being fucked.



Although I kept begging them not to fuck me I knew Ron was sort of right. In some warped perverted way I was willingly yielding to being fucked in the ass and in my mouth. I even wrapped my legs around some of the men fucking me. With others I held my legs wide as they pounded their cocks into my ass. I also knew a couple of other fuck buddies of theirs had showed up. For the next few hours I was fucked at both ends over and over. I don t know how many times but I constantly had a cock in my ass or mouth and sometimes in both ends at the same time. I was also sucked off several times. All in all I knew I was one well-fucked person and I also knew my straight 8 days were over. Never would straight sex bring me to the erotic sexual heights I had reached having my face and ass fucked by hard cum spewing cocks.



When they were all sucked and fucked out they dressed and warned me Don t ever come back here or we ll fuck the shit out of you again.



As I lay across the table with cum running down my legs from my over full ass and my mouth and face full of cum I knew to my shame and embarrassment I would come back tomorrow and be used again as a fuck toy. Then looking on the ground I saw my pants with my billfold still in my pocket. Yes I had been raped but not robbed.

Mature man teaches twinks ass-licking and joins them for some hot threesome fucking

Solitude Leads to Curiosity

Iowa is just about the middle of nowhere. And I was just about stuck there.



A few years ago I was working for an issues group right outside of Omaha in Council Bluffs. To a lot of people it would seem a great gig. I barely had any accountability didn t have to report to someone except by phone or email worked from my office and set my own hours. There were goals and expectations but everything was so muddled and confusing that it was tough to figure out when I was doing well or really what I should be doing in the first place. So I had a lot of free time and was making a decent amount of money. But like I said I was stuck.



I m not from Iowa though it is a very nice state. Originally I m from Pennsylvania and moved to Iowa for this project that only lasted a few months but seemed like it would be good for my resume. Plus at 24 I figured I was young enough that it was worth the trip promoting some good liberal issues at the same time. As an average looking white guy I blended in pretty well. Too well actually I guess because it is very easy to get lost in the crowd when everyone pretty much looks the same.



Out in Council Bluffs I knew pretty much nobody and the few people I did know I couldn t talk to because they were working for campaigns or organizations that prevented us from communicating. And they were always really busy anyway. The few people from my organization who were also in the state were hours away in Des Moines or Ames. Plus knowing that I was only going to be around for 6 months with no intention of staying even if I could I was hesitant to start a relationship or get myself too invested in the region.



Loneliness and boredom however cause the mind to wander. I have to confess that I have always had a fetish for pantyhose and tights. In high school I would stare at girls legs every time they wore any legwear. I snuck a few pairs of my mom s when she had a snag and tried them out feeling how smooth and snug they were on my legs and feet and ass but especially how great they felt on my cock. By college I had gathered the courage to buy a few pairs of my own hose usually at a supermarket late in the day and slip them on stroking my cock and cumming in the nylon. But anytime I did wear hose I had to take them off for fear of getting caught so I rarely wore them for more than an hour at a time then went back to lusting after legs in hose and the feeling in nylon.



College was also when I started to see pantyhose websites and see pictures videos and stories of men wearing pantyhose. I ve always lusted after women and consider myself straight but for some reason the thought of wearing pantyhose with another guy just got me so so hot. It was just a fantasy and not always a frequent one but I couldn t help but look at some of the pictures and stare noticing myself getting harder.



That was college. That was when I had roommates and friends around all the time. Now I was in Iowa away from most anyone I knew and definitely alone. Now I could buy pantyhose anywhere and not think about anyone noticing me. Now I could wear them as long as I wanted at home cause I lived alone and it wouldn t matter. I still was nervous but after my first time going to JC Penney and buying some nice pink tights and black sheer hose I got a rush and quickly my hose collection was around a dozen pairs. I started to not just look at pictures online but join chatrooms and email groups. I took pictures of myself in pantyhose and showed them to strangers. I couldn t believe how exciting it was even if I never showed my face. At first I just showed off my legs on the couch or stood and posed and it took a bit before I got the courage to get closer and show my cock hard in pairs of hose but I was loving showing myself off and then getting pictures from others in hose as well.



I still looked mostly at women online. And I still was always checking out women at the stores when I went out. I tried to meet a few women at bars but I m a shy guy and somehow being alone made me more reserved. At one point I joined a dating site but they said there were no matches near me. Needless to say I had reserved myself to just being alone for the 6 months and leaving it at that. But now I was feeling more free with my fetish. I started not just wearing hose to jerk off but sleeping in them sometimes and I even started to wear them out under my pants.



God what a rush it was to wear pantyhose under my pants feeling that nylon brush against my thighs and caress my cock all day. I didn t do it every day just if I didn t have some work project to do and felt a rush to do it but my fear that people would notice seemed unfounded. The girl at the register never cared when I bought tights. Nobody every seemed to bat an eye when I searched for the right color or size. In some ways this was a disappointment and I was surprised that I was let down that nobody gave me a wink or even a comment but it allowed me to feel more comfortable wearing them.



I felt comfortable again when I was wearing some Leggs Sheer Energy black pantyhose while at the JC Penney again this time shuffling through some huge collection of tights. I was deciding on a color and picked up a pair of forest green in my size. Once I had them in my hand I had to stroke the fabric in my hand just a bit loving how soft it was.



I bet those will look good on you.



I froze. I didn t turn my head just darting my eyes over to the left and right to see if someone was saying that to someone else. After all I was alone right.



You should get the red tights too those look fun.



Now there was no doubt I was caught. I bit my lip and was literally sweating at least from my head even though the a/c was blasting. I turned and saw a man a little older than me probably a shade over 30 who looked in decent shape but definitely not muscular and most definitely not creepy looking. He was smiling at me and I was still holding the green tights.



Oh these uh they are for my girlfriend I was barely able to muster.



Nonsense he said still smiling knowingly at me. I know they re for you you re wearing some right now.



At that I got nervous running my hands around my waist of course I had worn a shirt that would cover enough to not show a waistband even if I bent over. The guy nodded down and I saw that I had snagged the ankle of my hose just a bit right on a small hook.



I bet you don t have a girlfriend either do you? He whispered leaning over to me my breath heavy.



Uh um. I couldn t think straight I didn t know what to do. This was not in my plan.



Do you have a boyfriend instead?



No no! I…I just like pantyhose that s all.



Well if you re so single let me introduce myself I m Steve. He reached out his hand to me and I felt no option but to shake and be courteous at least.



Jeff. I felt dumb for not making up a fake name but I wasn t thinking straight figuratively or literally.



Steve took the green tights from my hand and looked at them clearly inspecting for the size and then he bent over and picked up a pair of red ones just like he d mentioned. He smiled at me and nudged me to follow which I felt obliged to do at this point going down the aisle that had all the other hose with him.



Since I seemed to have startled you why don t I buy these for you? It s the least I can do. He was very friendly and hey he already knew I liked hose so what s the harm in a couple free pairs.



I stood back while he paid not being comfortable enough to buy with him. When he got his change I followed him out of the store to the parking lot.



Here you go Jeff he said still with a smile as he handed the bag to me. I wish I could see how nice they are on you.



I took the bag and shuffled my hands together nervously. Um I guess I could take a picture in them and email you.



He smiled again at that. Dammit why did he keep smiling! that d be nice.



He shuffled in his pocket and got a more sly look on his face. Though if you re gonna send me a picture anyway why don t you come over and pose for me. I ll wear some of my hose too if you d like.



I couldn t believe it. It was a fantasy coming true but I wasn t sure if I wanted it to come true. Steve seemed to notice my uncertainty and his voice got quieter.



You don t have to do anything you don t want to do but I have a feeling you want to or you would have said no pretty fast. I know you like pantyhose a lot because I ve seen you buying them a few times. That s what got me more into wearing hose myself. We did it a couple times but seeing you buying your tights reminded me how hot it was. So why not just come over and do the things you probably want to do. We won t hurt you.



Who-who s we? I went from curious to scared. Were these guys just out to beat me up and take my money?



My boyfriend Greg. He s fine trust me. I got him to try a pair of hose too and he thought it was pretty sexy. Not as into it as you or I but we could all have fun. He seemed so confident and polite. This was too much of an opportunity.



I gulped. Ok but I ll follow you.



It was tough to believe this was happening. I pulled my car behind Steve s and followed him for no more than ten minutes which somehow seemed like an eternity and a split second all at once. His house was really nice on the outside and it felt welcoming. He waited for me at his car as I got out bag of tights in my hand. We got to the front door where Greg was waiting in a tshirt and jeans. I looked down and saw his feet were in navy hose it was obvious and my eyes went wide.



You must be Jeff he said to me shaking my hand. Steve called me from the mall and said you were coming over. I guess you can see I put on some pantyhose myself. Thought you d like.



Steve playfully slapped his chest. I thought you d wait for me! You two talk while I change then.



I walked inside and was still unsure as Greg offered me a seat on the couch. He then walked to the kitchen and came back with some drinks a rum and coke for me.



Here I got you a rum and cock- oh my God I mean coke! Sorry bout that!



I just laughed and for some reason felt at ease as I took the glass sipping on the straw in it.



Doesn t taste like cock to me heh. He slapped my thigh and leaned back with his drink.



Oh then you do know what it tastes like then hrm? Greg was leaning forward with his drink.



I looked down into my glass stirring the ice cubes around. No was just joking. Never really done that.



He slid up closer to me. Is that something you do want to do though?



I didn t answer frozen from the uncertainty of the situation still.



Don t worry Jeff you can be comfortable here. You can trust us I promise. Why don t we just share some fantasies huh? For instance I ve always had a fantasy of being with two guys at once in some way I don t know it always just got me hard. And Steve he s always been a bit more shy. He just fantasized about picking up a stranger. He looked at me with a smile and I noticed that Steve still wasn t back yet. What about you?



Well I ve always fantasized about wearing pantyhose with someone playing with each others cocks in hose touching and seeing each other. I could not believe what was coming out of my mouth and was already wondering what might be going into it soon enough!



Hmmm is that all? That does sound hot though. After all I got my hose on and they feel nice.



I sighed this was it. I ve often fantasized about sucking cock especially through pantyhose. I think it d be hot to just be a submissive cock sucker everyone in hose everyone playing with their cocks and having others cum through their hose right onto me. And then helping me cum too. I slapped my mouth in disbelief.



Well then this is your lucky day.



That wasn t Greg it was Steve who was walking into the room naked except for his sheer black pantyhose. And his cock was very visible straining against the nylon. I was mesmerized.



Let s see you too Jeff. Greg was asking to see me in my hose and I was just so in the moment standing up and dropping my pants showing my hard cock in the nylon. mmm nice want to help me out of these pants so I can show off too?



As if on instinct I got on my knees and unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down loving the sound of it sliding against the nylon fabric. Once he stepped out of the jeans I looked up face to face with a cock for the first time. He looked down at me with a smile. Well if you want to suck some now is the PERFECT time to start.



I licked my lips and then licked the cock right through the nylon. It wasn t hard enough to me so I stroked it with my hand running my finger up the underside and getting harder myself listening to him moan. As it grew in my hand I took the nylon covered cock and devoured it in my mouth getting it wet and feeling its heat between my lips. I hugged his thigh to get better positioning and sucked harder teasing the hard member with my tongue and massaging it with different twists and turns from my tongue. He was moaning loudly now and I was working my mouth faster feeling his cock fill my whole mouth and loving it.



Wow you re better than I expected came the response from Steve who was now standing next to Greg stroking his own cock in his black pantyhose. I looked up at him and reached up to take control stroking his cock while I continued sucking his boyfriend. Quickly though Greg was making moaning sounds much louder and he rubbed my head.



I m going to cum so hard! he practically yelled. I looked up at Steve who said Keep going I ll tell you when to stop. So I kept sucking taking the whole cock in my mouth and then all at once his cum shot through the nylon into my mouth. Steve pushed my face back a bit and I kept stroking Greg s cock to get the cum out as they both watched me get cum all over my face and lips. I started to move away when Steve said Give it a few more licks see if you can get any more out.



So I went back with pleasure lapping up the wet crotch of Greg s pantyhose and teasing the tip of his cock with the tip of my tongue. A little cum seeped out and I went AHHH and sucked it right up whipping my face with his hose. He smiled and sat back clearly relieved. That s when I turned back to Steve who looked down at me and asked Do you want my cock next?



Yes I breathed so hot for what he had.



Well you said you wanted to be a sub so why don t you stay there a minute and tell me how much you want this? He didn t look stern or mean but just hard and welcoming trying to make my fantasy come true.



Please Steve I want your hard cock in my mouth. I love how delicious it looks in those pantyhose. Please let me make you cum and show you how talented my mouth and tongue can be. I want your cum so bad. I couldn t believe what I was saying but I was so turned on I couldn t help it.



Steve sat back on the couch and spread his legs saying If you want it take it.



His cock was straining against the nylon and I gobbled it up whole bobbing my head up and down slowly and then fast sliding my tongue hard against the underside of it. I felt his hose covered ass while I licked the cock with my huge tongue like a dog drinking water and then swirled it around making Steve moan and groan. As I sucked Greg sat on the couch and encouraged me saying You are such a good cock sucker and Take that cock you re gonna love his cum.



As my sucking got a little slower but more focused Steve whispered something in Greg s ear and he smiled. I paid no attention but in a second Greg took my arms and tied them together behind my back. Oddly enough I didn t fight back just focusing on the cock. I sucked I mean sucked hard on the cock and Steve started to really let it out now his cum shooting through the nylon. I kept licking but was pulled back and made to stick out my tongue to tickle the cock and take in the last of the cum like it was snowflakes.



Immediately I smiled at the end result the pantyhose covered in wetness and my mouth covered in white. However I had no way to move and the two men helped me get up and sit on the couch. My hands stayed behind my back and they looked down at my rock hard cock in my black pantyhose and both started to stroke my thighs and cock. I wanted it to last forever but I was so sensitive. Steve leaned in and started to suck and right away I was twitching breathing so so heavily. He noticed and moved just running his fingers up and down my nylon covered shaft. They both leaned in and put their tongues on my cock running up with a lot of pressure and that was it. I exploded all over my hose and chest more cum than I could ever remember. They looked down and smiled at the huge stain on my hose.



You like that? asked Greg still slowly rubbing my cock. All I could do was nod.



Think you re ready to be intied? asked Steve. And again all I could do was nod to him cum still on my face.



And you think you might want to have some fun again later? Greg smiled at Steve as he asked nudging him that they had something good. I yelled out Oh Yes which was what they wanted.



Steve stood up and took my keys and wallet from my pants and put them in the bag with my tights from the mall. He brought over my shoes and shirt and sat down next to me his hands petting my wet hose.



Ok then we re going to keep your pants here. You go home wearing just your pantyhose and shirt and shoes and we promise there will be more fun in the future.



I was so into the moment that I agreed right away. Greg untied my arms and Steve handed me my shirt which I quickly put on. He patted me on the ass as I walked out the door exposing my cock in my hose to anyone that would pass by though thankfully it was now late and dark with nobody in site.



On the ride home I was sweating and I couldn t wait to get to my apartment. I looked around for safety before running up the stairs and then shut my door right away making sure nobody saw me. When I sat down on my couch I reached into the bag to check my wallet and saw a note:



We had a great time with you Jeff. Email us when you re ready to have fun again. Or give a ring.



And there was their number and email on the back. I wouldn t be too alone in Iowa anymore.



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Alexander & Hephaestion Ch. 01

(This is the first chapter of what I hope to continue as a erotic and historical story… I d really appreciate any feedback you may have – it really does help! The feedback I got for my previous story was very welcome and very useful!)



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Alexander had gained mastery over the known world when he had defeated the once might King Darius at the battle Gaugamela and yet he felt unsated as he watched his generals drinking merrily and cavorting drunkenly on the rich carpets and silk cushions in the defeated King s tent with the sultry Persian concubines. He sipped again at the dark wine in his heavy golden chalice keeping his eyes on the Bacchic scene before him lit only by the flickering light of a dozen torches.



Hephaestion laughingly pushed away the caresses of a raven-haired temptress as she reached under his tunic for his manhood. He glanced to his left and saw Alexander glare at him. He threw his head back in laughter and winked at his lover as he rose from his luxurious couch the muscles in his thighs flexing beneath the tanned flesh. He walked over to Alexander stepping over and around gyrating half-naked bodies lost in the heady pleasures of sex and rich spiced wine.



Hephaestion leaned over Alexander and kissed him delicately on his full lips whispering Did you not like what you saw?



Alexander gave him a cold look that would have made even the most hardened warriors flinch before taking another draught of his wine but Hephaestion merely smiled knowingly at him and knelt by his side. He ran his hands over Alexander s thick muscular thighs before pushing them slowly apart and reaching under the rich red tunic with one hand. He squeezed and caressed the heavy balls of his lord and lover before pulling Alexander s hips forward on the cushions. Alexander raised his eyebrow at Hephaestion who kissed his inner thighs passionately gradually raising the heavily embroidered tunic higher and higher until it covered only his pulsating cock and cum-laden balls.



He breathed in the rich musky aroma of Alexander before slowly taking one of his balls into his mouth and sucking. Alexander took in a deep breath and lay back his head resting on the thickly padded cushions of his low citrus wood couch his eyes closed and his lips forming a knowing smile…oh he knew all about the wonders his lover could perform with his mouth.



Hephaestion released the heavy sac from his mouth kissing and licking the crease of his hips and then moving back to suck on the hanging balls at the base of Alexander s long thick and heavy cock. He gave them a final swirl of his tongue before his talented fingers continued to knead them and his mouth gave its full attention to the manhood he knew so well.



He pressed his lips along its length nibbling and licking it as he worked his way to the very tip which had begun to ooze precum from its little slit. Alexander gasped as Hephaestion licked the dewy pearl from the tip of his cock and quickly took the dark reddish-purple mushroom head into his mouth massaging it with his full lips. His tongue swirled around it and occasionally pressed firmly at the sensitive spot just beneath the head before he began to work more and more of the length into his mouth.



Oh gods Hephaestion! groaned Alexander grasping the back of his man s head tangling his fingers through his dark curly locks and pushing his hips back and forth forcing more of his thick cock into Hephaestion s hot wet mouth.



Hephaestion swallowed and Alexander s throbbing manhood slid partway down his throat as he hummed creating vibration to increase his lover s pleasure. He did this again and again as Alexander thrust his hips towards Hephaestion s face faster and faster until at last he threw his head back the muscles in his neck straining as his cock rammed into Hephaestion s mouth and began to twitch as he came.



Thick ropes of creamy cum were released into Hephaestion s mouth and throat as he continued to suck and swirl his tongue around the thick cock swallowing everything his lover had to give to him.



Alexander lay back taking deep ragged breaths his eyes still closed and his chest heaving from the exertion and the utter bliss he had just experienced from his closest friend and chosen lover.



Hephaestion slowly released the softening cock from his mouth with a pop and kissed it before sitting back on his haunches arms resting on Alexander s thighs to look up at the man whom so many loved and followed but only he knew so intimately. His heart and soul entwined with this man.



Alexander slowly regained control of his breath and gradually opened his eyes to look down upon the beautifully rugged warrior who grinned up at him with a gleam in his eye.



Alexander couldn t help but laugh and pulled him up to lay beside him on his huge ornate and plush couch. He ran his hand along Hephaestion s collarbone and then ripped his white tunic open from the neck all the way down to navel and looked at the thickly corded muscle that moved under the smooth deeply tanned bronze skin with every breath.



He dipped his finger into the half-full cup of wine that he had set down beside him and ran it around each of Hephaestion s nipples in turn before leaning down to swirl his tongue around them and suck the heady wine off as the nipples began to harden under his ministrations. He dipped his fingers into the wine once more and ran them down the centre of his chest following their movement with his mouth. Kissing and sucking the path that ran down to the line of hair which ran to his large thickly veined and beautifully shaped manhood.



Hephaestion moaned with pleasure. There was no one on earth who could make him feel as wanton and lustful as Alexander did.



The torchlight flickered over Hephaestion s glistening bronzed chest as Alexander raised his head to look up at him. Hephaestion opened his eyes which Alexander noted with pleasure were darkened with lust. He smiled mysteriously running his hands under Hephaestion s tunic tickling and squeezing his balls as Hephaestion closed his eyes and moaned and went back to pleasuring his lover.



Alexander ripped open what was left of Hephaestion s tunic to look upon a body that closely mirrored his own.



Hard corded muscle honed to perfection under skin perfectly bronzed from hours of exercising nude under the hot eastern sun and wielding heavy weapons fighting fierce battles against barbarian hordes. Those very same battles had caused the scars that occasionally marred the glowing skin but to Alexander they only made Hephaestion more beautiful to look upon and caress. They had after all been obtained whilst fighting by his side.



He ran his fingers delicately along two long scars that ran across his hip and Hephaestion winced. They had been inflicted by Darius himself during the battle only a few days earlier. Alexander at once removed his fingers and kissed the pain away although his eyes narrowed at the discomfort caused to his man. His Hephaestion. He vowed to catch up with Darius who had escaped like a coward when the tide of the battle had turned against him and make him pay for all he had done and more. But that would wait until the next day. For now he had his lover s body to pleasure.



He turned his mind back to the well-oiled body before him beginning to stroke the thick throbbing length that jutted out from its nest of dark curls. Alexander leant down to kiss and suck at the very base of the cock in his hand beginning to massage the spot just before Hephaestion s anus knowing it would drive him wild. He didn t have to wait long.



Hephaestion s hips began to rise and fall as his breath grew shallow and Alexander smiled before licking the pearl of precum that had formed on the very tip of his cock purple with raging lust into his mouth delighting in his musky aroma and bitter-sweet taste. He wrapped his lips around the soft smooth cock-head and began to suck and swirl his tongue over it before sliding his mouth all the way down to the root of his manhood.



Hephaestion gasped with ill-disguised pleasure arching his back as his cock was repeatedly sucked into the hot wet vacuum of Alexander s mouth while one of his hands held Hephaestion s hip and the other rubbed and massaged his full balls occasionally stretching out a finger to press against his passage.



Hephaestion opened his eyes clouded with desire to look at he man bringing so much pleasure to his body and spoke in a ragged whisper Alexander…



Alexander knew what he needed and quickly grasped the vial of perfumed oil that lay on the small citrus-wood table beside him emptying it over his own newly hardened and throbbing cock and rubbing it into Hephaestion s anus. With a few rapid tugs on his heavily veined cock he placed it at Hephaestion s entrance and began to push his way in.



Alexander lay panting above him bracing himself on his straining arms and looking down at the face he loved so much. He bent his head down and began to kiss those sultry lips as he started thrusting into Hephaestion s tightness until he filled him completely.



Hephaestion grasped his shoulders and then drew his hands down his lover s back to his hard rounded buttocks pulling them towards him and into him as they reached a strong rhythm together. Alexander took all his weight on one bronzed forearm as he reached below him to grasp Hephaestion s straining cock and began to work it in the same strong rhythm.



Neither man could hold off the orgasm that was building to a frenzy. They gasped and groaned at the sensations they were both experiencing feeling at that moment a closeness that bound their very souls together.



Hephaestion cried out as he began to spurt ropes of creamy cum onto both of their chests and stomachs and Alexander could wait no longer than this moment to release his own desire deep into him.



The sweat that had beaded on their bodies began to cool as they gradually slowed their movements to a gentle rocking before coming to a complete and satisfied end.



They drew deep breaths into their lungs as Alexander s softened cock withdrew from Hephaestion and he wrapped his arms around him drawing him even more closely into the warmth of his body kissing him deeply and thoroughly their tongues entwining.



Shortly afterwards Alexander grasped a silken cloth which had dropped to the floor and wiped off Hephaestion s cum from both of their bodies before drawing up a huge richly embroidered red and gold blanket and covering both of them with it.



They fell asleep after the torment of battle and the agonies of pleasure wrapped in each other s arms.

Handsome twink caressing his boyfriend\’s balls and sucking cum out of his cock

Past Office Hour

It s gorgeous! said Samuel. Great work!



He put his arm around Adam s shoulders and squeezed them. When he removed his arm his hand accidentally slid down Adam s back. Adam stopped smiling and Samuel quickly took one step back bent over the drawings on the table and started commenting their qualities frenetically. Adam stepped up close to him rested one elbow against Samuel s shoulder and watched him amused. His hair stroke a lock of Samuel s hair away from Samuel s neck. He leaned forward and pressed his lips against Samuel s hot skin. Samuel interrupted himself mid-sentence. He turned his head and looked at Adam who leaned in and kissed him gently. Samuel felt the hair on his arms stand up and his legs suddenly felt as if there wasn t any bones in them. They stood up straight looking at each other. Adam kissed him again this time with tongue and without Samuel noticing just when and how they got there they were soon sitting on the couch with their arms around each other. Their hands slid over each others bodies slow eager curious. They never stopped kissing. Not until Adam unbuttoned Samuel s shirt and stuck his hand in under it touching Samuel s hairy chest did Samuel pull back.



What are we doing? he sighed.



Something wonderful said Adam. Something we have wanted to do for a long time.



I didn t know that you… too said Samuel.



I ve had my eye on you for a long time Sammy said Adam. I want you. I could tell that you weren t… unwilling but I didn t want to rush you since you seemed so insecure. Are you sure you want this now?



Sammy caressed Adam s hair and chuckled.



I m totally confused he confessed. I mean I knew… I just wasn t sure that… I ve never done anything like this before.



Do you want me? said Adam. Now? Here?



Yes! said Sammy. But I don t know… how. I don t know what to do.



Take off your clothes said Adam. I ve been dying to see your beautiful body naked for weeks now.



He slowly helped Sammy undress kissing his neck and lickign his collarbone touching every bit of skin that was revealed.



My you ve got those washboard abs! Adam groaned. Man you re hot! Come on… show me.



Sammy shyly pulled off his briefs and sat naked in front of Adam who smiled kissed him lovingly then stood up and undressed himself revealing a long thick cock that flew up in the air when he took his briefs off. It trembled in the air. Samuel moaned.



Relax said Adam. We re the same you and I. Our bodies are the same. We react the same way to… stimulation.



He took Sammy s soft dick in his hand and moved his hand over it until it grew hard. He took Sammy s hand and placed it upon his own giant organ. Sammy s hand moved up and down the soft skin on the hard shaft over the head felt wetness under his hand.





See? said Adam. We re the same.



You re much bigger said Sammy.



Adam heard his nervousness smiled and kissed him again.



I want to make it good for you he said. What do you like?



I don t know said Sammy. I ve never slept with anyone.



Just tell me if you like what I do said Adam. Do you like this?



He laid down between Sammy s legs took his cock in one hand licked the frenulum and sucked the head of Sammy s cock into his mouth sucked it all the way down while his fingers caressed Sammy s balls.



Oh my god! Sammy moaned.



He leaned backwards and drifted away. Nothing existed but Adam s hands and mouth exciting him tickling him making him want to run away yet at the same time making him want to freeze the moment for ever to have Adam s lips around his cock for all eternity. He put his hands around Adam s head and pushed himself deep into his throat. He moaned and came in Adam s mouth. Adam swallowed the whole load. Sammy sank back on the arm of the couch sighing as 23 years of tension just evaporated.



You liked that didn t you? said Adam smiling.



Heavenly said Sammy.



You re so sweet said Adam. So sexy so nice to touch. God I want you!



Now let me said Sammy. You made it good for me I want to make it good for you! What do you want me to do?



I want to stick my cock into your hot sweet little ass! said Adam. I ve dreamed about your ass for weeks fantasized about it while I was jerking off!



Sammy tensed up.



You re very big he said. I don t know if I can take it.



Nice and easy said Adam. If it hurts we stop. Turn around.



Sammy positioned himself on all four leaning on the arm of the couch. Adam wet his cock with saliva and smeared it in making it slick. He sucked one of his fingers and stuck it into Sammy s anus moving it in and out a couple of times.



It feels strange said Sammy. But not bad.



Ready? said Adam. Just relax.



He put his wet cock against Sammy s sphincter and carefully pressed the head into it. Sammy gasped for breath.



Does it hurt? said Adam.



A little said Sammy.



Relax said Adam.



Sammy did his best and Adam slowly slid all the way in.



Are you all right? he said.



Yes said Sammy. Go on!



Adam rocked his hips pushing himself deep inside pulling out thrusting back in… Sammy closed his eyes feeling exposed conquered TAKEN. He breathed hard and felt how he got hard again. His cock dangled for each thrust by Adam he took it in his hand and jerked off in pace with Adam s movements. He didn t feel any pain not even when Adam got rougher. They both panted and suddenly Adam pulled himself out and Sammy felt something warm and wet drip down on his back. Adam grunted and mumbled something Sammy couldn t hear. Sammy came again and caught the drops of cum in his hand massaged it into the skin as he jerked out the last drops. He turned over on his back and Adam laid down next to him leaning his head on Sammy s arm. They didn t speak just laid there caressing each other kissing the other one s body or hair catching their breath.