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Having Sex With My Brother’s Friend
I was at home watching a soft porn movie on cable. Someone knocked on the
door. It was Steve, a friend of my brother’s.
He said, “Hi, Pete, is Harry home.”
I said, “No, he probably won’t be home for an hour and a half. You want to
come in and wait for him.”
He said, “I don’t want to bother you.”
I said, “No bother, I’m just watching TV. It just started.”
Steve is about 5 years older than me and I have had a crush on him as long
as I remember. He is tall, about 6’3″and lean and wiry and very good
looking. He was wearing a blue t-shirt and jeans and wearing an open
sweater. Damn he was gorgeous.
He sat down on the sofa, spread out his legs and asked what the movie was
and I said I did not really know as it had just started. We started
watching the movie. It did not take long to see that the sex scenes in the
movie were barely short of being pornographic. I loved seeing the men strip
off their clothes in the movie and flaunt their hard muscled bodies. Steve
probably liked the women.
After a while, I had to go take a leak. I also had a hard-on. I had to go
away and let it subside. When I returned Steve had his jeans unzipped and
had his hand on his briefs massaging his cock.
He said, “This movie is hot.”
He glanced up at me as he pulled his shorts down and hooked them beneath
his balls, pulled out his semi hard cut cock and let it lay there. I just
stared and massaged my own cock through my jeans.
He looked at me and said, “Why don’t you kneel here between my legs and
take care of my cock for me. You have wanted to suck my dick for as long as
I have known you. Now is your chance.”
I didn’t say a word I just slipped down on my knees and took his cock in
one hand and then took the whole thing in my mouth and held it there as I
licked it with my tongue and felt it getting harder. It never got to be
longer than 5 inches but I didn’t care I just wanted it in my mouth so I
could suck on it, no matter how big it was. I licked on his cock like I was
a cat grooming myself. His cock had a nice big head on it, just like mine
did, and I gave it my attention. I licked the pre-cum out of his piss slit
and licked and sucked and nuzzled his beautiful crown. Then I went down on
his whole cock and started sucking his stalk all the way down and up.
He took my head in his hands and held it half way down his cock. Then he
started humping his hips, driving his dick slowly in and out of my mouth.
He asked, “Do you like that?”
I said, “Ugh um,” and tried to shake my head for yes.
He pulled my head off of his dick and asked, “You want to take my cum?”
I said, “Oh yes.”
He forced my head down until his cock filled my mouth and started humping
my mouth faster.
Then he grabbed my head, held it in place and I could feel his cum fill my
throat as he said, “Swallow boy, swallow.”
I did. I swallowed his cum and then I held his cock in my mouth until it
got flaccid in my mouth.
He said, “Get a towel and clean up my cock.”
I got a warm wet towel and a dry towel from the kitchen and washed and
dried his cock, put it back in his pants and zipped up his jeans.
I stood up and asked him, “How did you know I wanted to suck your cock? You
are the only guy I have ever had sex with and nobody knows I am gay.”
He raised his torso off the sofa until his face was right in front of my
crotch. I moved back almost involuntarily. I had an erection and it was
making a big bulge in the front of my pants.
He said, “Because I have wanted to eat your dick since I first met you. I
recognized all the body language you were giving off and I knew you were
interested in me. You have only gotten more muscular, better looking and
desirable as you have matured. But you have always been jail bait until you
turned 18 last month.”
He reached out and ran his hand over the bulge in my crotch and I moaned.
He said, “That is a fine looking bulge you have there. Let’s see what’s
causing it” and he unbuttoned the top button of my jeans and unzipped them
He pulled my briefs down, snagged them under my balls and let my 6 ½” cut
cock out of my pants.
My cock sticks straight out from my crotch when it is hard. It is the same
size along its whole length and its circumference is the size ofa normal
flashlight. It is topped by a very large, smooth and shapely crown that is
larger that the circumference of my stalk. I had been leaking pre-cum the
whole time I had been sucking Steve’s cock and the head of my cock was
slippery with it. Steve reached up and ran his finger around the edge of my
crown and across its slippery surface.
He said, “Damn, you have a fine looking dick. It is just made to be
sucked.”
My dick jumped up and down and I moaned as his finger tip roamed over the
head of my dick.
He said, “I bet you are just about to blow your wad. Let’s see what we can
do about that.”
He leaned his head over and took my crown in his mouth and started licking
it.
I grabbed his head and said, “Oh God,” as I felt the cum rising from my
balls and surging through my dick.
He grabbed me by my ass and jerked me toward him, impaling my cock in his
throat as my cum poured into his mouth. He kept my cock in his mouth as I
unloaded my creamy load down his throat. Then he sucked the length of my
cock, making sure he got all of my cum, as he backed his mouth off of my
dick and let it go.
He asked if that was the first time I had had a blow job. I said it was.
He took the wet towel lying on the floor and washed off my cock as he said,
“It is too bad you came so fast. But I notice your cock is still hard.”
I said, “Yeah my cock doesn’t immediately get soft like most guys do, I
guess. I haven’t had much experience with other guy’s cocks but I can come
2 or 3 times before my cock goes soft. Then I have to wait half an hour
before I can get hard again. I jack off all the time, 10 or 12 times a
day. I jack off in the morning, in the shower, in the restroom at school 3
or 4 times, in the afternoon and a couple of times before I go to
bed. Until I started watching internet porn I thought everybody could do
that.”
He said, “You mean I could really suck you off again and get another load,
right now?”
I said, ‘Yes, Otherwise I will have to get off by masturbating, like I
usually do. It will probably take me 15 minutes to cum again, but I seem to
produce the same amount of cum each time.”
He said, “Let’s not waste your load,” as he slid to the floor on his knees
and engulfed my cock with his mouth.
I thought he was a good cocksucker, although I really had no basis for
comparison. He had no trouble taking my entire dick in his mouth and he
sucked on me with a regular motion taking all of my cock to the hilt each
time and boy did it ever feel good. He used his hands to pull my pants and
briefs down around my ankles and held onto my ass with both hands as he
blew me.
After a few minutes he stopped sucking long enough to ask me to fuck his
mouth.
I held on to his head with my hands and worked my cock in and out of his
mouth. Then I pulled my cock out of his mouth and slapped his face with my
cock a couple of times.
He got up and lay on his back on the sofa, with his legs over the back of
the sofa and with his face hanging over the front edge. He asked me to get
on my knees and fuck him in the mouth. I asked him to take off his shirt
and he asked me to take off mine.
I slipped my pants off of my ankles and knelt down, straddled his face, put
my cock in his mouth and started fucking his face. While I was doing that I
ran my hands all over his hard muscular torso. Finally I leaned over his
torso, lay my head on his hard stomach uscles and humped away at his
mouth. His hands strayed all over the parts of my body that he could
reach. It felt so good.
I unzipped his jeans and found his flaccid dick and put it in my mouth and
sucked on it as I humped my cock in and out of his mouth. That really got
my juices going and I could feel another load of cum working its way
through my dick. I started sucking on his cock with more enthusiasm and it
was starting to get hard. I could feel his body wiggling from the erotic
sensation my sucking his cock caused.
I started humping my hips faster and increased the tempo with which I was
fucking Steve’s mouth. I could hear him moan with delight as he sensed
another load of cum was about to be delivered in his waiting mouth. I felt
the load of cum trying to escape. I tensed the appropriate muscles and
stalled the rush of cum. It felt so good. The erotic sensation built until
I could no longer block it and I relaxed, shoved my cock deep in Steve’s
mouth and shot my load like a cannon.
Steve wrapped his arms around my legs and held my dick in his mouth as he
swallowed and gulped and took all my cum down his waiting throat.
I stood up and Steve righted his body on the couch and stood up.
He said, “Damn, you are a sexual dynamo.”
He put his arms around my body, leaned down and gave me a deep, long French
kiss. It was my first time for one of those also.
Steve picked up the towel that was not so wet now and cleaned off my cock.
He said, “Damn, that thing is still hard.”
I lay down lengthwise on the sofa and said I would jack myself off. Steve
took off his shoes and his pants, leaving him with only his socks on.
He said, “Slide a little further down the sofa, I have a treat for you.”
He stood on the sofa cushion behind me and said, “I want you to lick my
ass. Are you okay with that?”
I said,” Sure man, anything you want.”
Then he knelt down straddling my chest and placed the crack of his ass
right on my mouth.
He reached around with both hands and spread his cheeks and said, “Stick
your big wet tongue in there and lick on my asshole.”
It seemed like the most natural thing in the world to do and I started
licking his asshole with long wet strokes up and down and side to
side. Steve moaned and wiggled and pressed back on my face wanting me to
lick his crack and ass all over. I loved it. I put the arm I wasn’t using
around him and jacked his cock with it. The poor flaccid thing had grown
into a 5 “cock again.
Then all of a sudden I felt a warm mouth around my dick. Steve had started
sucking me off again. His hot mouth was working with a vengeance to get me
to flood it with yet another load of yummy cum. It is usually a lot harder
for me to cum the third time, but I have never had the stimulation before
that I had this time. This wasn’t going to take long at all. Eating his ass
was certainly great but what I really wanted was to suck his cock. I used
my arms to raise his body and move it back so that I could take his cock in
my mouth. This was a day for firsts-my first 69.
Steve wasn’t shy. He immediately started rhythmically humping me in the
mouth with his cock as he expertly sucked on mine. I reached back to his
asshole and started caressing his asshole with the tip of my finger. He
jerked, moaned and wiggled his ass. Suddenly I felt his finger massaging my
asshole. Then I felt his finger intrude itself into my asshole and then
retreat and then I was being finger fucked. I was the one jerking, moaning
and wiggling my ass. So I returned the favor and started finger fucking his
asshole.
This was just the stimulation I needed. I could feel myself cumming
again. I raised my hips and started humping Steve’s mouth, meeting his
every downward suck with an upward thrust and I came. Another creamy wave
of cum blew into Steve’s mouth. He humped his hips which drove my finger
all the way in his ass, and then he plunged down and skewered my mouth with
his cock as he too blew his load. We both lay there swallowing the other
guy’s cum.
Steve stood up, then lay down next to me, started caressing my torso and he
kissed me passionately. We both opened our mouths and French kissed and
mingled the cum residue in each other’s mouth.
He said, “I think I am in love with you. Pete.”
I said, “Me too, but we better get dressed before my brother gets home.”
When Harry got home, we were in separate chairs watching Oprah…
door. It was Steve, a friend of my brother’s.
He said, “Hi, Pete, is Harry home.”
I said, “No, he probably won’t be home for an hour and a half. You want to
come in and wait for him.”
He said, “I don’t want to bother you.”
I said, “No bother, I’m just watching TV. It just started.”
Steve is about 5 years older than me and I have had a crush on him as long
as I remember. He is tall, about 6’3″and lean and wiry and very good
looking. He was wearing a blue t-shirt and jeans and wearing an open
sweater. Damn he was gorgeous.
He sat down on the sofa, spread out his legs and asked what the movie was
and I said I did not really know as it had just started. We started
watching the movie. It did not take long to see that the sex scenes in the
movie were barely short of being pornographic. I loved seeing the men strip
off their clothes in the movie and flaunt their hard muscled bodies. Steve
probably liked the women.
After a while, I had to go take a leak. I also had a hard-on. I had to go
away and let it subside. When I returned Steve had his jeans unzipped and
had his hand on his briefs massaging his cock.
He said, “This movie is hot.”
He glanced up at me as he pulled his shorts down and hooked them beneath
his balls, pulled out his semi hard cut cock and let it lay there. I just
stared and massaged my own cock through my jeans.
He looked at me and said, “Why don’t you kneel here between my legs and
take care of my cock for me. You have wanted to suck my dick for as long as
I have known you. Now is your chance.”
I didn’t say a word I just slipped down on my knees and took his cock in
one hand and then took the whole thing in my mouth and held it there as I
licked it with my tongue and felt it getting harder. It never got to be
longer than 5 inches but I didn’t care I just wanted it in my mouth so I
could suck on it, no matter how big it was. I licked on his cock like I was
a cat grooming myself. His cock had a nice big head on it, just like mine
did, and I gave it my attention. I licked the pre-cum out of his piss slit
and licked and sucked and nuzzled his beautiful crown. Then I went down on
his whole cock and started sucking his stalk all the way down and up.
He took my head in his hands and held it half way down his cock. Then he
started humping his hips, driving his dick slowly in and out of my mouth.
He asked, “Do you like that?”
I said, “Ugh um,” and tried to shake my head for yes.
He pulled my head off of his dick and asked, “You want to take my cum?”
I said, “Oh yes.”
He forced my head down until his cock filled my mouth and started humping
my mouth faster.
Then he grabbed my head, held it in place and I could feel his cum fill my
throat as he said, “Swallow boy, swallow.”
I did. I swallowed his cum and then I held his cock in my mouth until it
got flaccid in my mouth.
He said, “Get a towel and clean up my cock.”
I got a warm wet towel and a dry towel from the kitchen and washed and
dried his cock, put it back in his pants and zipped up his jeans.
I stood up and asked him, “How did you know I wanted to suck your cock? You
are the only guy I have ever had sex with and nobody knows I am gay.”
He raised his torso off the sofa until his face was right in front of my
crotch. I moved back almost involuntarily. I had an erection and it was
making a big bulge in the front of my pants.
He said, “Because I have wanted to eat your dick since I first met you. I
recognized all the body language you were giving off and I knew you were
interested in me. You have only gotten more muscular, better looking and
desirable as you have matured. But you have always been jail bait until you
turned 18 last month.”
He reached out and ran his hand over the bulge in my crotch and I moaned.
He said, “That is a fine looking bulge you have there. Let’s see what’s
causing it” and he unbuttoned the top button of my jeans and unzipped them
He pulled my briefs down, snagged them under my balls and let my 6 ½” cut
cock out of my pants.
My cock sticks straight out from my crotch when it is hard. It is the same
size along its whole length and its circumference is the size ofa normal
flashlight. It is topped by a very large, smooth and shapely crown that is
larger that the circumference of my stalk. I had been leaking pre-cum the
whole time I had been sucking Steve’s cock and the head of my cock was
slippery with it. Steve reached up and ran his finger around the edge of my
crown and across its slippery surface.
He said, “Damn, you have a fine looking dick. It is just made to be
sucked.”
My dick jumped up and down and I moaned as his finger tip roamed over the
head of my dick.
He said, “I bet you are just about to blow your wad. Let’s see what we can
do about that.”
He leaned his head over and took my crown in his mouth and started licking
it.
I grabbed his head and said, “Oh God,” as I felt the cum rising from my
balls and surging through my dick.
He grabbed me by my ass and jerked me toward him, impaling my cock in his
throat as my cum poured into his mouth. He kept my cock in his mouth as I
unloaded my creamy load down his throat. Then he sucked the length of my
cock, making sure he got all of my cum, as he backed his mouth off of my
dick and let it go.
He asked if that was the first time I had had a blow job. I said it was.
He took the wet towel lying on the floor and washed off my cock as he said,
“It is too bad you came so fast. But I notice your cock is still hard.”
I said, “Yeah my cock doesn’t immediately get soft like most guys do, I
guess. I haven’t had much experience with other guy’s cocks but I can come
2 or 3 times before my cock goes soft. Then I have to wait half an hour
before I can get hard again. I jack off all the time, 10 or 12 times a
day. I jack off in the morning, in the shower, in the restroom at school 3
or 4 times, in the afternoon and a couple of times before I go to
bed. Until I started watching internet porn I thought everybody could do
that.”
He said, “You mean I could really suck you off again and get another load,
right now?”
I said, ‘Yes, Otherwise I will have to get off by masturbating, like I
usually do. It will probably take me 15 minutes to cum again, but I seem to
produce the same amount of cum each time.”
He said, “Let’s not waste your load,” as he slid to the floor on his knees
and engulfed my cock with his mouth.
I thought he was a good cocksucker, although I really had no basis for
comparison. He had no trouble taking my entire dick in his mouth and he
sucked on me with a regular motion taking all of my cock to the hilt each
time and boy did it ever feel good. He used his hands to pull my pants and
briefs down around my ankles and held onto my ass with both hands as he
blew me.
After a few minutes he stopped sucking long enough to ask me to fuck his
mouth.
I held on to his head with my hands and worked my cock in and out of his
mouth. Then I pulled my cock out of his mouth and slapped his face with my
cock a couple of times.
He got up and lay on his back on the sofa, with his legs over the back of
the sofa and with his face hanging over the front edge. He asked me to get
on my knees and fuck him in the mouth. I asked him to take off his shirt
and he asked me to take off mine.
I slipped my pants off of my ankles and knelt down, straddled his face, put
my cock in his mouth and started fucking his face. While I was doing that I
ran my hands all over his hard muscular torso. Finally I leaned over his
torso, lay my head on his hard stomach uscles and humped away at his
mouth. His hands strayed all over the parts of my body that he could
reach. It felt so good.
I unzipped his jeans and found his flaccid dick and put it in my mouth and
sucked on it as I humped my cock in and out of his mouth. That really got
my juices going and I could feel another load of cum working its way
through my dick. I started sucking on his cock with more enthusiasm and it
was starting to get hard. I could feel his body wiggling from the erotic
sensation my sucking his cock caused.
I started humping my hips faster and increased the tempo with which I was
fucking Steve’s mouth. I could hear him moan with delight as he sensed
another load of cum was about to be delivered in his waiting mouth. I felt
the load of cum trying to escape. I tensed the appropriate muscles and
stalled the rush of cum. It felt so good. The erotic sensation built until
I could no longer block it and I relaxed, shoved my cock deep in Steve’s
mouth and shot my load like a cannon.
Steve wrapped his arms around my legs and held my dick in his mouth as he
swallowed and gulped and took all my cum down his waiting throat.
I stood up and Steve righted his body on the couch and stood up.
He said, “Damn, you are a sexual dynamo.”
He put his arms around my body, leaned down and gave me a deep, long French
kiss. It was my first time for one of those also.
Steve picked up the towel that was not so wet now and cleaned off my cock.
He said, “Damn, that thing is still hard.”
I lay down lengthwise on the sofa and said I would jack myself off. Steve
took off his shoes and his pants, leaving him with only his socks on.
He said, “Slide a little further down the sofa, I have a treat for you.”
He stood on the sofa cushion behind me and said, “I want you to lick my
ass. Are you okay with that?”
I said,” Sure man, anything you want.”
Then he knelt down straddling my chest and placed the crack of his ass
right on my mouth.
He reached around with both hands and spread his cheeks and said, “Stick
your big wet tongue in there and lick on my asshole.”
It seemed like the most natural thing in the world to do and I started
licking his asshole with long wet strokes up and down and side to
side. Steve moaned and wiggled and pressed back on my face wanting me to
lick his crack and ass all over. I loved it. I put the arm I wasn’t using
around him and jacked his cock with it. The poor flaccid thing had grown
into a 5 “cock again.
Then all of a sudden I felt a warm mouth around my dick. Steve had started
sucking me off again. His hot mouth was working with a vengeance to get me
to flood it with yet another load of yummy cum. It is usually a lot harder
for me to cum the third time, but I have never had the stimulation before
that I had this time. This wasn’t going to take long at all. Eating his ass
was certainly great but what I really wanted was to suck his cock. I used
my arms to raise his body and move it back so that I could take his cock in
my mouth. This was a day for firsts-my first 69.
Steve wasn’t shy. He immediately started rhythmically humping me in the
mouth with his cock as he expertly sucked on mine. I reached back to his
asshole and started caressing his asshole with the tip of my finger. He
jerked, moaned and wiggled his ass. Suddenly I felt his finger massaging my
asshole. Then I felt his finger intrude itself into my asshole and then
retreat and then I was being finger fucked. I was the one jerking, moaning
and wiggling my ass. So I returned the favor and started finger fucking his
asshole.
This was just the stimulation I needed. I could feel myself cumming
again. I raised my hips and started humping Steve’s mouth, meeting his
every downward suck with an upward thrust and I came. Another creamy wave
of cum blew into Steve’s mouth. He humped his hips which drove my finger
all the way in his ass, and then he plunged down and skewered my mouth with
his cock as he too blew his load. We both lay there swallowing the other
guy’s cum.
Steve stood up, then lay down next to me, started caressing my torso and he
kissed me passionately. We both opened our mouths and French kissed and
mingled the cum residue in each other’s mouth.
He said, “I think I am in love with you. Pete.”
I said, “Me too, but we better get dressed before my brother gets home.”
When Harry got home, we were in separate chairs watching Oprah…
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Satisfying Sex With The Ice Cream Boy
The boy contorted his body, jerking his arms up and over his head with his shirt tails in hand, pulling the shirt over his head with a pop. He threw the filthy shirt on the floor and started prying at his jeans.
“Wait just like that.” I sputtered from the edge of the bed.
“What?” he said, looking up at me startled.
“I just want to look at you.”
The boy was not far from me, maybe only about ten feet. His solemn face was staring back at me. Perhaps I annoyed him, or maybe he was just nervous, his face was expressionless and it was impossible to tell. I looked to the window and the curtain was pulled tight, so were the blinds.
We were in private.
“Sorry, I just don’t want to rush it.” I said apologetically.
He stared back stone-faced. “Come a little closer so I can look at you.”
The boy stepped forward so he was only a few feet from me. His body was a mishmash. He had been caught up in the machine of change and his young figure was a gangly collection of bits, an amalgam of different shapes and sizes that belonged to people of different ages. His legs were robust and had given him height and a meaty bubble butt, but they didn’t match his chest, which was slim, undefined and boyish. His face was round and cherubic, and except for a few reddish patches of acne, he still had the translucent skin of a child. This sweet face seemed comically out of sync with his voice, a croaking, newly minted tenor. And on his head, his bushy black hair stood on it’s ends, untamed and oily.
He looked at me, looking at him. I was studying his slender torso, the way his ribs pressed against the inside of his skin. He lifted up his slender arms and flexed his biceps causing little mounds to bow upwards. In the white recess of his armpits were early sprigs of dark hair, not more than a dozen or so on each side. They had only grown in this summer and the boy displayed them proudly. He wanted me to like him, and this earnestness made him all the more irresistible.
He turned a 360 still flexing, showing me his boney body, and when he came back around his face was blushing a bright red. I didn’t want to embarrass him, but it was a relief to know he was human.
“You’re really fucking beautiful.” I whispered to him, willing him to relax.
He hung his head down, avoiding eye contact, but he could see the bulge in my jeans and he knew he was turning me on.
“Do you want me to take off my pants too?” he asked, barely audible.”Yeah, that would be nice.”
He leaned against the faux antique dresser, put one foot in front of the other, and pried off his shoes, too lazy to bend over and untie them. His jeans were hand-me-downs and still too big for him, but he had cinched them around his waist with a leather belt. He fingered the belt, then the button and zipper, and pushed the jeans down onto the ground and stepped
out of the leg holes.
He stood in boxer shorts and socks, and when he looked up our eyes met. For living in a beach town his skin oddly pale, the only tan parts were his forearms. It looked partly genetics, but he was a middle class kid and summertime was the time to work and make money, not loaf on the beach.
He walked toward where I sat at the edge of the bed, and stood in between my legs. I reached up griping his boney hips through the shapeless boxer shorts, and with both my hands pulled him closer. I leaned in and kissed his belly button. He was salty and dirty, but underneath the grim, his skin was fresh and new, and I could smell his youthfulness. I slid the boxer shorts slowly over his hips, my eyes following the waistband as it sank deeper and deeper along his ‘V’. He had no hair on his stomach and as I pulled the shorts down further I was beginning to wonder if he had any pubic hair, but then it appeared, just above his penis, two dark, swirling clusters of kinky, matted fuzz. It was still bare in the middle, but it would grow together in time.
I pulled the shorts down over the bump of his penis and down his legs. His soft dick was small, not more than about two and a half inches, with an extra half inch of snug fitting foreskin hanging off, but it was thicker than a boy’s. His balls were big, heavy, and well developed.
I’m not especially attracted to boys this young and my last boyfriend had been my same age, 32. I love a hairy chest, and I love to be fucked by a man; these young boys are usually just eye candy, untouchables. I had never deliberately sought out a boy, but in a strange twist, tonight it was the boy who pursued me.
I didn’t plan on going to the beach this weekend, my friends dragged me out of my apartment, insisting that I come out and have some fun. We ended our day in the village, at the ice-cream shop. A tired looking middle aged man worked the ice cream bar with his two teenage sons. I asked for a mint chip and the dark haired, younger of the boys piled the sweet stuff on a cone and handed it over, giving me a longer than usual stare. I returned the gaze, than left thinking nothing more about it. My friends and I ate our ice cream on the street and then started to wonder back to the hotel. We were halfway back when we passed a rock band playing in an alley.
There was a little crowd gathered and I wanted to stop, but my friends were tired, so I stayed by myself. A vendor was selling beer and before I knew it, a few hours had passed as I drank and chitchatted with other weekenders. Different bands played and as it got later, the crowd changed from 20 and 30 year olds to teenagers. Feeling a little drunk and very out of place, I took this as my cue to leave.
I was buzzed and wondering the darkened village streets when I felt a foot kick mine. Thinking I was being mugged I turned around and shouted,
“HEY! Get back!”
Cowering away from me, the ice-cream boy croaked, “Sorry, I was just joking.”
“Don’t do that again!” I growled, my heart racing. Looking him over he didn’t seem remotely menacing, more timid than anything. He must have spilled a sunday down his shirt because it was covered with pink, brown and green ice-cream stains. His face had a sheen of sweat that glistening in the hot summer night and a constellation of pink pimples spread across his cheekbones. He looked sticky.
“Didn’t you like the music?” he asked.
“How did you know I was watching the music?”
“I watched you there,” he confessed before catching himself and turning away. The boy stared at the sidewalk, embarrassed, as an awkward silence passed between us. I studied him, unsure of his intentions.
“Weren’t you at the ice-cream shop?” I asked.
“Yeah, you ordered mint chip, I remember.”
“I remember you too.”
We stared at each other. It was the knowing exchange you would expect at a bar in Chelsea, not in this little seaside hamlet, and not with a pubescent boy. The sexual energy was clear and unambiguous.
“Where are your friends? Why aren’t you hanging out with them?” I asked.
He just shrugged, like he didn’t know or didn’t want to tell me. Then he asked reticently, “You’re from the city aren’t you?”
“Yeah.”
“Where are you staying?”
“Oceanside.”
“Oh, that’s not far, but you’re going the wrong way.”
“I am? I’ve only been out here a once before.”
“I can show you the way.”
And so we started walking together back to my hotel.
“Do you have your own room?” he asked.
“Of course.”
“I’ve never been inside, just seen it from the outside.”
“It’s nice.”
“I know, it’s the most expensive hotel here.” he said perking up.
“Want to see what the rooms look like?”
“Yeah that would be cool.”
And with that we sealed the deal. It was late, I was drunk and not myself. A voice in my head shouted, ‘Idiot, what are you doing?!’ but I didn’t care. I wasn’t forcing the situation. If the kid got weird I’d stop things and he would go home.
But for now the boy was standing in front of me naked and I was kissing his stomach. His small cock had grown to a little over four inches and was stiff as a board. It had a sharp curve up and was pointing to my chin. I wanted to take it in my mouth, but the boy was gamey and I thought his crotch could use a wash.
“How would you like to take a bath with me?” I asked.
He was unsure, “Do you want me to?”
“Yeah, I think it would be sexy.”
As I ran the water we made out in the bathroom. He was naked, but I still had my clothes on and it took all my strength to keep me from pushing him onto his knees, pulling out my cock and forcing it down his throat. I could feel he wanted it. The boy was pawing at my cock through my jeans, holding onto me with his dirty little hand as I pushed him against the wall, exploring his mouth with my tongue, tasting him.
The oversized tub came with bath salts and I mixed in the lavender shampoo giving the water a thick froth of scented purple bubbles. When it was near overflowing, I pulled the boy off of me and told him to climb in the water. He stepped in the steaming brew and started to lower himself in, inch by inch. I pulled off my shirt, jeans and underwear, my cock jumping free from the tight confines.
I’m no Adonis, but I take care of myself with regular trips to the gym and a little pampering. Perhaps I am naive, but I guessed the boy hadn’t been with many people my age before. He stared, doe eyed, at my naked body. I have a nice layer of blond hair that covers my chest and a thick ‘happy trail’ around my belly button. I’m naturally pretty muscular and I keep my waist trim with plenty of sports and exercise. When the boy scanned my body, his eyes froze on my cock. I guess you could call it above average at 8 inches long, 5.5 inches thick and straight as an arrow. There’s a lot of extra, floppy foreskin, but when I’m stiff, the purple head pushes it’s way out like a fat, ripe summer tomato. Between my legs, a big sack holds a pair of husky balls.
I stepped into the tub and positioned myself behind the boy so he was in between my legs like in a bobsled, then pulled him against me, pressing my stiff cock and nuts against his back. The warm, soapy water coated our skin and lubricated our bodies as we rubbed together. I wrapped my arms around him and he passively tilted his head over exposing his neck to me. I devoured him, biting his neck and kissing the salty skin of his shoulders and back. He was pushing against my cock and balls, feeling them against his body, wanting them. His hands felt up and down along my hard, hairy legs, and I, in turn, pulled him into me, caressing his thin chest and stomach, working my way to his young rigid cock.
We grappled back and forth in the tub, splashing water onto the floor as weexplored each other’s bodies. I pushed the boy off of me and sat up on the edge of the tub, leaving the boy sitting in the soapy water below. His eyes fixated on my hard cock, which was bobbing up and down as I lathered up a washcloth with the aromatic hotel soap and scrubed him all over his face and shoulders. He stood up in front me and I used the frothy washcloth to massage the length of his young cock, gently jacking him back and forth with the soft sudsy cloth. The foreskin slid back and I polished the head before moving between his legs and washing his soft hairless balls. After his front side was lathered up I reached further back passing the cloth between his ass cheeks and soaping up his tender asshole.
When we were both thoroughly scrubbed clean I turned on the shower and rinsed us off under cool water. I’d had a boner since we’d come back to the hotel room and my cock was starting throb. It had been six weeks since I had had sex, and over a week since I had jerked off. That’s unusual for me and I was now feeling the burning need to blow my load.
We settled on the bed and made out some more before the boy sat up, took a hold of my cock and leaned over, taking it in his mouth. The boy’s mouth was hot and he clamped his lips around the head and began to bob up and down. The tight ring of his thick lips was just lightly grazing the flange of my swollen cock, teasing it. My cock is big and the boy struggled to keep his mouth around it, pulling himself away every minute or so to take breath. But he would only need a few moments to recuperate before going down on me again. After enough bobbing he paused, took one more deep breath and put his mouth around my dick again, taking it in until the tip
pressed against the opening of his throat. Then he pushed forward and I felt the tight wall of his throat close in around my cock as the boy took the whole length of me down his gullet. He held my cock deep in his throat for a good few seconds before pulling off of me struggling to catch his breath.
He looked back at me for approval.
“Oh my god, that was fucking awesome!” I said, encouraging him.
His face was serious and he didn’t say anything more, he just went down on me again, bobbing first, then pushing down, taking all eight inches of my cock down his throat. As the boy kept deep throating me, I re-positioned him so he straddled me in a 69 position. I pulled his young little cock toward my mouth and swallowed him in. He moaned with his mouth stuffed full, as my tongue swirled around the sensitive tip of his cock. A load of slippery pre-cum was oozing out of him and I squeezed the shaft, milking all of it out. The boy’s hips began to instinctively push his cock further into my mouth pushing all the way in so his soft nut sack pressed against my face.
I reached around him and felt the thick muscles of his ass and gripped them, pulling him into me. I worked my way to in between his ass cheeks to where I could feel the wrinkled flesh of his butt hole. The boy repositioned himself so his spindly legs straddled my chest. As he leaned forward to lick my nuts, the meaty white cheeks spread open, exposing his delicate, hairless hole. His balls clung tightly to his body, like a tight little basket, and his tiny pucker pulsed like it was alive. I leaned in and gave it a few light kisses, before devouring him.
The boy squirmed the first time I dragged the thickness of my tongue across the clenched sphincter, but I held him down and went down on him again, swirling my tongue around his hole, then switching directions and speeding up the lashing. The boy was writhing and pushing his ass back into my face, alive with the thrill of the new sensation. I made my tongue rigid and pushed into him, prying the clenched edges of the rippled flesh apart like an oyster, and he let out a girlish moan.
He kept pushing back, riding my tongue, hungry for the feeling of being penetrated and I devoured his asshole, licking and biting at the pink flesh. I coated my index finger with thick saliva and pressed it against his butt. The boy, feeling my touch, pushed back easily swallowing my finger inside of him. I was knuckle deep into him and twisted my finger around the soft, moist cradle of his insides.
It wasn’t long before I had two fingers, than three up the boy’s butt, finger fucking him. Each finger slipped in easily and the boy was eager to push back and stretch his hole open more and more. Despite his young age, I could tell this was not a new sensation for him and it wasn’t the first time his ass had been explored. The tight elastic ring flexed and expanded as I pushed more of my hand into him, each digit opening and filing his ass.
I was beginning to feel that desperate, primal need to fuck when my ecstasy was interrupted by the sound of Kanye West coming from somewhere in the room. I tried to ignore it, but the sound seemed to be getting louder.
“What is that?” I asked.
“Sorry.” the boy apologized, crawling off of me and going to the heap of his clothes on the floor. “It’s my phone.”
I cursed under my breath while the boy went to texting on his phone. I considered lecturing him about sex etiquette, but now wasn’t the time. I just laid on the bed, stroked my dick and watched him, trying not to seem too annoyed. Then I started to panic, what if that’s his parents? It’s nearly 1am. I shot up.
“Who are you texting with?”
“It’s just my friend.”
“Is everything ok?”
“Yeah, I’m spending the night at his house tonight.”
“Are you going to be in trouble?”
“No, it’s cool.”
And then he put down the phone. I was relieved, but still a little nervous. The boy rooted around his jeans again and pulled something out of the pocket. The room was dark and I couldn’t see what it was, but I watched him move his hand across his ass like he was wiping it and then it struck me, he’s lubing up.
I was laying on my back on the bed, holding my fat cock up, while the boy stood over me. He bent his knees into a squat position and lowered himself down until the tip of my cock lightly kissed the wet seam of his butt hole. He hesitated a moment then pushed down. His tight ass bit down on my cock head like a vice, fighting against it, refusing to open. The boy grimaced in pain, but he pushed down again, while I held my cock upright. His ass tightened around me again, gripping the head in a toothless mouth,
swallowing me down as the boy kept lowering himself onto me. When he bottomed out, my cock was fully buried in the boy’s hot, silken ass. He was tight and his ass throttled my cock like a hungry boa constrictor.
Looking into the boy’s eyes, I was reminded that he was barely more than a child, and the dew on his cheeks told me he had endured a lot of pain to take me. So I rested there, waiting for his butt to open up to the pressure. I sat up and kissed him. It felt amazing having my cock inside of him, and had I let myself go, I would have shot my load right then, but I wanted to make it last. We kissed and our hips slowly started to move. I reached under him feeling his smooth legs and ass, and supported his
weight.
The first movements were barely noticeable, just a shift of weight, then a stretch. The boy pulled away from me and lifted up, withdrawing from my cock a few inches, then he pushed down again until his tight anal ring was firmly wrapped around the base of my cock. He pulled up again and slowly started to ride my cock. The soft insides of his ass wrapped around the length of my stiff cock as he pulled away, and as he brought his ass back down I pushed forward bringing our bodies together with a thud. I laid back down and watched the boy ride me. His mouth was hanging open and his eyes looked off in the distance, not focused on anything, lost in the
imagery of being lanced.
He took me deep with each fuck and as he rode my shaft up and down his ass began to loosen up. He picked up speed and began pounding his body into me, hitting me hard and bouncing his butt off of my body. I sat up again and grabbed the boy by the shoulders, flipping him over in one quick motion so I was now on top of him. He looked into my eyes and he looked scared. I wanted to be gentle with him, but I was blinded by passion and I couldn’t help but cram my cock all the way into his tiny asshole. He let out a scratchy adolescent squeal and I pulled back. Then the boy grabbed my hips and pulled me back into him.
“I want you to do it hard.” he said in a pained whisper.
The boy’s legs were bent and he hooked his hands onto his butt cheeks and spread his asshole apart. My dick was already deep in him, but I took this as permission to really start to plow the boy. I balanced on my elbows, kissed the boy on the mouth, then curved my hips hitting the boy with enough force for him to feel my nuts slapping his ass. He moaned again, his voice soft and feminine now. I pulled back again then started really fucking him, hard and steady.
I wanted to keep up the steady rhythm and work his ass out, but it had been too long since my last fuck and I could feel my nuts contracting, the cum building up into a giant load. I blocked it from my mind and instead spit into my hand and grabbed the boy’s cock, jerking him as I fucked him. The boy was groaning now, and that young, helpless-sounding voice rang in my ears. It was hot, and I was going to blow at any moment, I just wanted him to come first and I furiously jerked his little prick. The moment I felt the boy’s ass contract, and the hot cum spit from his cock my balls let loose.
My body froze up as the jizz blew out of my piss hole, shooting into the boy’s butt. I grabbed his shoulders as the seizures overpowered me and my cock contracted over and over again, blowing waves of my sperm into his rear end, filling him up. It lasted so long I felt like I was experiencing a series of orgasms, not only one. I couldn’t breath, I just held on as the waves of ecstasy radiated through my cock and nuts and out of my body.
I collapsed in a heap on top of him. His chest was coated with the jizz he had sprayed all over himself and our sticky bodies clung together. His ass was still clenched around my now sensitive cock and slowly I began to pull it out, inch by inch. When the bulbous head popped out through the boy’s anus, he let out a girlish, little gasp. I looked down and my cock, still hard, was covered with a sheen of cum. The boy sat up, crawled over to me and without any hesitation took my cock into his mouth. He sucked on the head and stroked the shaft, milking out the remnants of cum and swallowing it.
“Clean off all the cum.” I said without even thinking.
And the boy did. He suckled on the head first, then licked the whole length up and down, cleaning off every inch of my cock and balls. As he bathed me with his tongue, my cock sagged and my whole body started to feel drained.
The boy released my cock and I kissed him sweetly as we laid side by side on the bed. He clung to me with his face nestled into my side as he drifted off to sleep. He looked so sweet I wrapped my arm around him and held him. I wanted him to sleep there for a long time, but I knew he had to leave and this little escapade needed to be hastily forgotten. I tried to wake him, but he was tired I decided to let him rest a while. Before I knew it I was deep asleep too.
“Wait just like that.” I sputtered from the edge of the bed.
“What?” he said, looking up at me startled.
“I just want to look at you.”
The boy was not far from me, maybe only about ten feet. His solemn face was staring back at me. Perhaps I annoyed him, or maybe he was just nervous, his face was expressionless and it was impossible to tell. I looked to the window and the curtain was pulled tight, so were the blinds.
We were in private.
“Sorry, I just don’t want to rush it.” I said apologetically.
He stared back stone-faced. “Come a little closer so I can look at you.”
The boy stepped forward so he was only a few feet from me. His body was a mishmash. He had been caught up in the machine of change and his young figure was a gangly collection of bits, an amalgam of different shapes and sizes that belonged to people of different ages. His legs were robust and had given him height and a meaty bubble butt, but they didn’t match his chest, which was slim, undefined and boyish. His face was round and cherubic, and except for a few reddish patches of acne, he still had the translucent skin of a child. This sweet face seemed comically out of sync with his voice, a croaking, newly minted tenor. And on his head, his bushy black hair stood on it’s ends, untamed and oily.
He looked at me, looking at him. I was studying his slender torso, the way his ribs pressed against the inside of his skin. He lifted up his slender arms and flexed his biceps causing little mounds to bow upwards. In the white recess of his armpits were early sprigs of dark hair, not more than a dozen or so on each side. They had only grown in this summer and the boy displayed them proudly. He wanted me to like him, and this earnestness made him all the more irresistible.
He turned a 360 still flexing, showing me his boney body, and when he came back around his face was blushing a bright red. I didn’t want to embarrass him, but it was a relief to know he was human.
“You’re really fucking beautiful.” I whispered to him, willing him to relax.
He hung his head down, avoiding eye contact, but he could see the bulge in my jeans and he knew he was turning me on.
“Do you want me to take off my pants too?” he asked, barely audible.”Yeah, that would be nice.”
He leaned against the faux antique dresser, put one foot in front of the other, and pried off his shoes, too lazy to bend over and untie them. His jeans were hand-me-downs and still too big for him, but he had cinched them around his waist with a leather belt. He fingered the belt, then the button and zipper, and pushed the jeans down onto the ground and stepped
out of the leg holes.
He stood in boxer shorts and socks, and when he looked up our eyes met. For living in a beach town his skin oddly pale, the only tan parts were his forearms. It looked partly genetics, but he was a middle class kid and summertime was the time to work and make money, not loaf on the beach.
He walked toward where I sat at the edge of the bed, and stood in between my legs. I reached up griping his boney hips through the shapeless boxer shorts, and with both my hands pulled him closer. I leaned in and kissed his belly button. He was salty and dirty, but underneath the grim, his skin was fresh and new, and I could smell his youthfulness. I slid the boxer shorts slowly over his hips, my eyes following the waistband as it sank deeper and deeper along his ‘V’. He had no hair on his stomach and as I pulled the shorts down further I was beginning to wonder if he had any pubic hair, but then it appeared, just above his penis, two dark, swirling clusters of kinky, matted fuzz. It was still bare in the middle, but it would grow together in time.
I pulled the shorts down over the bump of his penis and down his legs. His soft dick was small, not more than about two and a half inches, with an extra half inch of snug fitting foreskin hanging off, but it was thicker than a boy’s. His balls were big, heavy, and well developed.
I’m not especially attracted to boys this young and my last boyfriend had been my same age, 32. I love a hairy chest, and I love to be fucked by a man; these young boys are usually just eye candy, untouchables. I had never deliberately sought out a boy, but in a strange twist, tonight it was the boy who pursued me.
I didn’t plan on going to the beach this weekend, my friends dragged me out of my apartment, insisting that I come out and have some fun. We ended our day in the village, at the ice-cream shop. A tired looking middle aged man worked the ice cream bar with his two teenage sons. I asked for a mint chip and the dark haired, younger of the boys piled the sweet stuff on a cone and handed it over, giving me a longer than usual stare. I returned the gaze, than left thinking nothing more about it. My friends and I ate our ice cream on the street and then started to wonder back to the hotel. We were halfway back when we passed a rock band playing in an alley.
There was a little crowd gathered and I wanted to stop, but my friends were tired, so I stayed by myself. A vendor was selling beer and before I knew it, a few hours had passed as I drank and chitchatted with other weekenders. Different bands played and as it got later, the crowd changed from 20 and 30 year olds to teenagers. Feeling a little drunk and very out of place, I took this as my cue to leave.
I was buzzed and wondering the darkened village streets when I felt a foot kick mine. Thinking I was being mugged I turned around and shouted,
“HEY! Get back!”
Cowering away from me, the ice-cream boy croaked, “Sorry, I was just joking.”
“Don’t do that again!” I growled, my heart racing. Looking him over he didn’t seem remotely menacing, more timid than anything. He must have spilled a sunday down his shirt because it was covered with pink, brown and green ice-cream stains. His face had a sheen of sweat that glistening in the hot summer night and a constellation of pink pimples spread across his cheekbones. He looked sticky.
“Didn’t you like the music?” he asked.
“How did you know I was watching the music?”
“I watched you there,” he confessed before catching himself and turning away. The boy stared at the sidewalk, embarrassed, as an awkward silence passed between us. I studied him, unsure of his intentions.
“Weren’t you at the ice-cream shop?” I asked.
“Yeah, you ordered mint chip, I remember.”
“I remember you too.”
We stared at each other. It was the knowing exchange you would expect at a bar in Chelsea, not in this little seaside hamlet, and not with a pubescent boy. The sexual energy was clear and unambiguous.
“Where are your friends? Why aren’t you hanging out with them?” I asked.
He just shrugged, like he didn’t know or didn’t want to tell me. Then he asked reticently, “You’re from the city aren’t you?”
“Yeah.”
“Where are you staying?”
“Oceanside.”
“Oh, that’s not far, but you’re going the wrong way.”
“I am? I’ve only been out here a once before.”
“I can show you the way.”
And so we started walking together back to my hotel.
“Do you have your own room?” he asked.
“Of course.”
“I’ve never been inside, just seen it from the outside.”
“It’s nice.”
“I know, it’s the most expensive hotel here.” he said perking up.
“Want to see what the rooms look like?”
“Yeah that would be cool.”
And with that we sealed the deal. It was late, I was drunk and not myself. A voice in my head shouted, ‘Idiot, what are you doing?!’ but I didn’t care. I wasn’t forcing the situation. If the kid got weird I’d stop things and he would go home.
But for now the boy was standing in front of me naked and I was kissing his stomach. His small cock had grown to a little over four inches and was stiff as a board. It had a sharp curve up and was pointing to my chin. I wanted to take it in my mouth, but the boy was gamey and I thought his crotch could use a wash.
“How would you like to take a bath with me?” I asked.
He was unsure, “Do you want me to?”
“Yeah, I think it would be sexy.”
As I ran the water we made out in the bathroom. He was naked, but I still had my clothes on and it took all my strength to keep me from pushing him onto his knees, pulling out my cock and forcing it down his throat. I could feel he wanted it. The boy was pawing at my cock through my jeans, holding onto me with his dirty little hand as I pushed him against the wall, exploring his mouth with my tongue, tasting him.
The oversized tub came with bath salts and I mixed in the lavender shampoo giving the water a thick froth of scented purple bubbles. When it was near overflowing, I pulled the boy off of me and told him to climb in the water. He stepped in the steaming brew and started to lower himself in, inch by inch. I pulled off my shirt, jeans and underwear, my cock jumping free from the tight confines.
I’m no Adonis, but I take care of myself with regular trips to the gym and a little pampering. Perhaps I am naive, but I guessed the boy hadn’t been with many people my age before. He stared, doe eyed, at my naked body. I have a nice layer of blond hair that covers my chest and a thick ‘happy trail’ around my belly button. I’m naturally pretty muscular and I keep my waist trim with plenty of sports and exercise. When the boy scanned my body, his eyes froze on my cock. I guess you could call it above average at 8 inches long, 5.5 inches thick and straight as an arrow. There’s a lot of extra, floppy foreskin, but when I’m stiff, the purple head pushes it’s way out like a fat, ripe summer tomato. Between my legs, a big sack holds a pair of husky balls.
I stepped into the tub and positioned myself behind the boy so he was in between my legs like in a bobsled, then pulled him against me, pressing my stiff cock and nuts against his back. The warm, soapy water coated our skin and lubricated our bodies as we rubbed together. I wrapped my arms around him and he passively tilted his head over exposing his neck to me. I devoured him, biting his neck and kissing the salty skin of his shoulders and back. He was pushing against my cock and balls, feeling them against his body, wanting them. His hands felt up and down along my hard, hairy legs, and I, in turn, pulled him into me, caressing his thin chest and stomach, working my way to his young rigid cock.
We grappled back and forth in the tub, splashing water onto the floor as weexplored each other’s bodies. I pushed the boy off of me and sat up on the edge of the tub, leaving the boy sitting in the soapy water below. His eyes fixated on my hard cock, which was bobbing up and down as I lathered up a washcloth with the aromatic hotel soap and scrubed him all over his face and shoulders. He stood up in front me and I used the frothy washcloth to massage the length of his young cock, gently jacking him back and forth with the soft sudsy cloth. The foreskin slid back and I polished the head before moving between his legs and washing his soft hairless balls. After his front side was lathered up I reached further back passing the cloth between his ass cheeks and soaping up his tender asshole.
When we were both thoroughly scrubbed clean I turned on the shower and rinsed us off under cool water. I’d had a boner since we’d come back to the hotel room and my cock was starting throb. It had been six weeks since I had had sex, and over a week since I had jerked off. That’s unusual for me and I was now feeling the burning need to blow my load.
We settled on the bed and made out some more before the boy sat up, took a hold of my cock and leaned over, taking it in his mouth. The boy’s mouth was hot and he clamped his lips around the head and began to bob up and down. The tight ring of his thick lips was just lightly grazing the flange of my swollen cock, teasing it. My cock is big and the boy struggled to keep his mouth around it, pulling himself away every minute or so to take breath. But he would only need a few moments to recuperate before going down on me again. After enough bobbing he paused, took one more deep breath and put his mouth around my dick again, taking it in until the tip
pressed against the opening of his throat. Then he pushed forward and I felt the tight wall of his throat close in around my cock as the boy took the whole length of me down his gullet. He held my cock deep in his throat for a good few seconds before pulling off of me struggling to catch his breath.
He looked back at me for approval.
“Oh my god, that was fucking awesome!” I said, encouraging him.
His face was serious and he didn’t say anything more, he just went down on me again, bobbing first, then pushing down, taking all eight inches of my cock down his throat. As the boy kept deep throating me, I re-positioned him so he straddled me in a 69 position. I pulled his young little cock toward my mouth and swallowed him in. He moaned with his mouth stuffed full, as my tongue swirled around the sensitive tip of his cock. A load of slippery pre-cum was oozing out of him and I squeezed the shaft, milking all of it out. The boy’s hips began to instinctively push his cock further into my mouth pushing all the way in so his soft nut sack pressed against my face.
I reached around him and felt the thick muscles of his ass and gripped them, pulling him into me. I worked my way to in between his ass cheeks to where I could feel the wrinkled flesh of his butt hole. The boy repositioned himself so his spindly legs straddled my chest. As he leaned forward to lick my nuts, the meaty white cheeks spread open, exposing his delicate, hairless hole. His balls clung tightly to his body, like a tight little basket, and his tiny pucker pulsed like it was alive. I leaned in and gave it a few light kisses, before devouring him.
The boy squirmed the first time I dragged the thickness of my tongue across the clenched sphincter, but I held him down and went down on him again, swirling my tongue around his hole, then switching directions and speeding up the lashing. The boy was writhing and pushing his ass back into my face, alive with the thrill of the new sensation. I made my tongue rigid and pushed into him, prying the clenched edges of the rippled flesh apart like an oyster, and he let out a girlish moan.
He kept pushing back, riding my tongue, hungry for the feeling of being penetrated and I devoured his asshole, licking and biting at the pink flesh. I coated my index finger with thick saliva and pressed it against his butt. The boy, feeling my touch, pushed back easily swallowing my finger inside of him. I was knuckle deep into him and twisted my finger around the soft, moist cradle of his insides.
It wasn’t long before I had two fingers, than three up the boy’s butt, finger fucking him. Each finger slipped in easily and the boy was eager to push back and stretch his hole open more and more. Despite his young age, I could tell this was not a new sensation for him and it wasn’t the first time his ass had been explored. The tight elastic ring flexed and expanded as I pushed more of my hand into him, each digit opening and filing his ass.
I was beginning to feel that desperate, primal need to fuck when my ecstasy was interrupted by the sound of Kanye West coming from somewhere in the room. I tried to ignore it, but the sound seemed to be getting louder.
“What is that?” I asked.
“Sorry.” the boy apologized, crawling off of me and going to the heap of his clothes on the floor. “It’s my phone.”
I cursed under my breath while the boy went to texting on his phone. I considered lecturing him about sex etiquette, but now wasn’t the time. I just laid on the bed, stroked my dick and watched him, trying not to seem too annoyed. Then I started to panic, what if that’s his parents? It’s nearly 1am. I shot up.
“Who are you texting with?”
“It’s just my friend.”
“Is everything ok?”
“Yeah, I’m spending the night at his house tonight.”
“Are you going to be in trouble?”
“No, it’s cool.”
And then he put down the phone. I was relieved, but still a little nervous. The boy rooted around his jeans again and pulled something out of the pocket. The room was dark and I couldn’t see what it was, but I watched him move his hand across his ass like he was wiping it and then it struck me, he’s lubing up.
I was laying on my back on the bed, holding my fat cock up, while the boy stood over me. He bent his knees into a squat position and lowered himself down until the tip of my cock lightly kissed the wet seam of his butt hole. He hesitated a moment then pushed down. His tight ass bit down on my cock head like a vice, fighting against it, refusing to open. The boy grimaced in pain, but he pushed down again, while I held my cock upright. His ass tightened around me again, gripping the head in a toothless mouth,
swallowing me down as the boy kept lowering himself onto me. When he bottomed out, my cock was fully buried in the boy’s hot, silken ass. He was tight and his ass throttled my cock like a hungry boa constrictor.
Looking into the boy’s eyes, I was reminded that he was barely more than a child, and the dew on his cheeks told me he had endured a lot of pain to take me. So I rested there, waiting for his butt to open up to the pressure. I sat up and kissed him. It felt amazing having my cock inside of him, and had I let myself go, I would have shot my load right then, but I wanted to make it last. We kissed and our hips slowly started to move. I reached under him feeling his smooth legs and ass, and supported his
weight.
The first movements were barely noticeable, just a shift of weight, then a stretch. The boy pulled away from me and lifted up, withdrawing from my cock a few inches, then he pushed down again until his tight anal ring was firmly wrapped around the base of my cock. He pulled up again and slowly started to ride my cock. The soft insides of his ass wrapped around the length of my stiff cock as he pulled away, and as he brought his ass back down I pushed forward bringing our bodies together with a thud. I laid back down and watched the boy ride me. His mouth was hanging open and his eyes looked off in the distance, not focused on anything, lost in the
imagery of being lanced.
He took me deep with each fuck and as he rode my shaft up and down his ass began to loosen up. He picked up speed and began pounding his body into me, hitting me hard and bouncing his butt off of my body. I sat up again and grabbed the boy by the shoulders, flipping him over in one quick motion so I was now on top of him. He looked into my eyes and he looked scared. I wanted to be gentle with him, but I was blinded by passion and I couldn’t help but cram my cock all the way into his tiny asshole. He let out a scratchy adolescent squeal and I pulled back. Then the boy grabbed my hips and pulled me back into him.
“I want you to do it hard.” he said in a pained whisper.
The boy’s legs were bent and he hooked his hands onto his butt cheeks and spread his asshole apart. My dick was already deep in him, but I took this as permission to really start to plow the boy. I balanced on my elbows, kissed the boy on the mouth, then curved my hips hitting the boy with enough force for him to feel my nuts slapping his ass. He moaned again, his voice soft and feminine now. I pulled back again then started really fucking him, hard and steady.
I wanted to keep up the steady rhythm and work his ass out, but it had been too long since my last fuck and I could feel my nuts contracting, the cum building up into a giant load. I blocked it from my mind and instead spit into my hand and grabbed the boy’s cock, jerking him as I fucked him. The boy was groaning now, and that young, helpless-sounding voice rang in my ears. It was hot, and I was going to blow at any moment, I just wanted him to come first and I furiously jerked his little prick. The moment I felt the boy’s ass contract, and the hot cum spit from his cock my balls let loose.
My body froze up as the jizz blew out of my piss hole, shooting into the boy’s butt. I grabbed his shoulders as the seizures overpowered me and my cock contracted over and over again, blowing waves of my sperm into his rear end, filling him up. It lasted so long I felt like I was experiencing a series of orgasms, not only one. I couldn’t breath, I just held on as the waves of ecstasy radiated through my cock and nuts and out of my body.
I collapsed in a heap on top of him. His chest was coated with the jizz he had sprayed all over himself and our sticky bodies clung together. His ass was still clenched around my now sensitive cock and slowly I began to pull it out, inch by inch. When the bulbous head popped out through the boy’s anus, he let out a girlish, little gasp. I looked down and my cock, still hard, was covered with a sheen of cum. The boy sat up, crawled over to me and without any hesitation took my cock into his mouth. He sucked on the head and stroked the shaft, milking out the remnants of cum and swallowing it.
“Clean off all the cum.” I said without even thinking.
And the boy did. He suckled on the head first, then licked the whole length up and down, cleaning off every inch of my cock and balls. As he bathed me with his tongue, my cock sagged and my whole body started to feel drained.
The boy released my cock and I kissed him sweetly as we laid side by side on the bed. He clung to me with his face nestled into my side as he drifted off to sleep. He looked so sweet I wrapped my arm around him and held him. I wanted him to sleep there for a long time, but I knew he had to leave and this little escapade needed to be hastily forgotten. I tried to wake him, but he was tired I decided to let him rest a while. Before I knew it I was deep asleep too.
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My Boss, My Lover
Hey, I’m not your boss, you can manage your time however you see fit. I’m just here to answer any questions you have with the current application.”
“Ok great… well I’ll take a look through the code tomorrow and hit you up in the afternoon with any questions.”
That afternoon, I spent the day at Powell’s book store grabbing all the different programming books I’d need to get through this project and that night I read .. read and then read some more.
A few weeks went by and I had gotten up to speed was developing like a mad man. I had initially been super nervous about the project but everything was falling into place. From my office I had a great view of the sun rising over Mt. Hood and setting over Mt. St. Helens. Portland turned out to be one of the greatest cities I had ever lived in, and I was having a blast.
Monday morning on my fourth week, I was formulating an algorithm for computing interest rates on large sums being transacted for the nightly run, and my phone rang. It was Theron. Theron was my “boss” in
Minneapolis. He had initially hired me for this project and was the one ultimately responsible for the finished project. Apparently he had planned on being out in Portland for a few days this week to meet with the original team for a status update. Under the previous arrangement I was supposed to be back in Minneapolis during this week, leaving my apartment open for him to stay in. Those arrangements had never been altered so he effectively had no place to stay, as the hotels in the downtown area were all at capacity.
“Stephen, I’m coming into Portland tomorrow, and I need to crash with you..
are you going to have any problems with that?”
“Um. No I guess not. It’s a one bedroom apartment, but the couch pulls out so I can crash there and give you my room for the week.”
“Ok, sorry to put you out, but I totally spaced off letting Margie know the changes in the situation so she never changed my travel plans.”
“No worries, we’ll make it work.”
After I hung up, I sat there a moment and sighed. What was I gonna do. Theron was a 6 foot 2 red headed bear of a man that made me a spring a major hard on when I interviewed with him .. it was the most awkward 2 hours of my life. I spent most of the time positioning myself to hide my
hard on, while trying to focus enough to answer the technical questions he was asking me properly. What was I going to do having him in my apartment for several days.
The next day, Theron walked into my office and sat down .. I stayed uncomfortably behind my desk with an instant hard on … What was it about him that had that effect on me?
I started running through the current progress, and he immediately stopped me, and said “We have all day tomorrow for that. I’m worn out, can we just go grab a beer and get some dinner?”
I was a bit taken aback, since the only place I had been hanging out in Portland was a gay bar that had a great craft beer lineup.
I honestly, didn’t know where else to take him… so I explained that I was really into craft beer and this place had the best, but the clientele was a not was he was probably used too. He said he didn’t mind, just wanted a beer.
I had never been in the place during the day, and the greco-roman nude wrestlers that adorned the walls were WAY more obvious during the day, so I was noticeably uncomfortable.
“Dude, relax. This is not the first gay bar I have ever been in .. it’s not a problem. They do have great beer and this burger is delicious.
Relax.”
So we spent the next hour catching up and shooting the shit. Theron turned out to be a really nice guy, which I hadn’t ever really picked up on before.
After we were done with dinner, we hopped the Max and headed back to the apartment. Theron wanted to shower and wash off the travel so I showed him where the towels were and while he cleaned up, I turned the TV on and tried to relax a bit.
A bit later, Theron came out of the bathroom just wearing a towel. I gasped a bit, apparently modesty was not going to be the order of the week. My nervous level jumped a bit higher.
I was sitting in my chair trying to pretend that the nature show on the TV was the most interesting thing in the world. Theron literally fell onto the couch and asked if I had any beer in the fridge. I jumped up to grab
him one, and as I walked toward the kitchen, I noticed his towel riding up a bit and his nice plump cock just laying against his thigh. Theron was a red head and the carpet matched the drapes … I was definitely going to need some cold showers to get me through the week.
While we drank beer, I pretended to watch TV, while trying to look at his cock as much as possible without it being obvious… every now and then our eyes would meet, and I would try to come up with some witty comment to make it seem like I wasn’t staring at him.
After a few beers had been consumed it got to the point were sleeping arrangements were going to have to be dealt with. I was more than willing to take the couch, and made that clear. Theron wouldn’t hear it. The apartment had a king size bed and he felt there was no reason that either of us should be uncomfortable on the couch.
“we’re both guys right .. ”
I just thought .. oh boy, this will be a long week.
Theron just dropped his towel, stretched a bit and crawled under the covers naked. I just stood there for a minute trying to figure out what to do. Theron, looked over at me and said “Don’t feel like you need to wear any
clothes if you normally sleep in the buff. I don’t want to put you out at all. I’m the inconvenience here.”
So I turned around and stripped my clothes off and tried to get into the bed without him noticing my raging hard on.
I rolled over on my side facing away from him and turned the light off. A few minutes of silence went by and Theron asked if I was sleeping.
“No, not yet. I’m kinda of a night owl, so it takes awhile for me to fall asleep.”
“I know what you mean. I hope I am not stepping over any bounds, but I noticed you checking me out earlier.”
I don’t think I took a breathe or felt my heart beat for several seconds… I didn’t know how to respond. Turns out I didn’t have to. I felt his hand start caressing my thigh.
“Are you ok with this?”
I just gasped a bit and said “You have no idea. I have admired you from a distance ever since our first interview”
“Good, I thought so, glad my senses are dulling in my old age” and with that he rolled into a spooning position with me and began stroking my chest and kissing me on the back of my neck.. He whispered into my ear “I’ve been checking you out from a distance too, and to be honest, I have a hotel room
booked down the street, but wanted the opportunity to be with you this week.”
I giggled .. literally giggled and said “I’m glad you chose Motel me rather than the Motel 6″ …
I rolled over facing him, and we started kissing, just brief pecks at first, but than he pushed a bit harder, and I felt his tongue slip between my lip and I sucked it in.. our tongues mingled and he tasted sweet with a
hint of the beers we had been drinking.
I felt his hand move down my chest hairs to my belly .. he rubbed my belly in circles while we enjoyed each others taste.
I slid my hand under his neck and rubbed his hairy back cupping his firm ass while my other hand played with his nipple.
He slowly moved his hand down my stomach and began stroking my pubic hair. I felt like I was going to cum all over him and he hadn’t even touched my cock yet.
He skipped right over my shaft and started cupping and kneading my balls, occasionally moving his hands over my thighs. I was in heaven.
I moved my hand down his chest and greedily moved my hands immediately to
his cock. I started slowly stroking his cock … He broke our kiss and started moaning and laid his head back on that pillow.
I explored every inch of his thick hard cock with my fingertips, as his hand came back up my thigh and he gripped my throbbing member with his hand. It took every ounce of control not to explode right then and there. I pulled away, which caused him to look over and ask what was wrong.
“Nothing, I just don’t want to cum so quick and I am ready to blow.”
Before he could I respond I got on all fours and straddled him, kissing his forehead, his nose, then his lips.. we made out for a minute. I moved down his chest exploring his whole body with my tongue. I slid down a bit and started working my way down his belly and in a few seconds was inches from his amazing cock. The cock I had been fantasizing about for the last several weeks in Portland. The cock I had spent most of the night trying not to stare at while he sat on the couch …
I licked it from the base of his balls to the tip, cleaning up the pre-cum that was leaking out. It was delicious. Sweet, salty, the way a man tastes. I went back down and began sucking on his balls. He was squirming and moaning and he grabbed my head and almost screamed “Suck me!”
I engulfed as much of his meat as I could .. it was thicker than anything I had ever tried to fit in my mouth … I gagged, but pushed on. Slowly opening my throat a little more and a little more .. He squealed.
I cupped his balls and slowly played with them while I sucked like I had never sucked before. I could taste his pre-cum filling my mouth as my saliva soaked his cock.
He stopped me, and told me to give him a minute to calm down .. he didn’t want this to end anymore than I did.
He shifted his position and before I knew it, his face was down at my cock while I still inches from his … He gave me a few licks and almost simultaneously we engulfed our respective members and began sucking … it
took only moments, but we both began to explode into the others mouth, I had never felt anything quite like that… his hot cum exploding against the back of my throat like a geyser. All I could do was to start
swallowing as much as possible ..
My orgasm hit me like a freight train, and felt like it was never going to
end.
We both fell into our pillows and let out a collective sigh of sheer exhaustive pleasure.
Theron leaned over and kissed me, our cum intermingling, creating a slick delicious kiss.
He leaned back on his pillow and just said, “This will be the best work trip ever”
“Ok great… well I’ll take a look through the code tomorrow and hit you up in the afternoon with any questions.”
That afternoon, I spent the day at Powell’s book store grabbing all the different programming books I’d need to get through this project and that night I read .. read and then read some more.
A few weeks went by and I had gotten up to speed was developing like a mad man. I had initially been super nervous about the project but everything was falling into place. From my office I had a great view of the sun rising over Mt. Hood and setting over Mt. St. Helens. Portland turned out to be one of the greatest cities I had ever lived in, and I was having a blast.
Monday morning on my fourth week, I was formulating an algorithm for computing interest rates on large sums being transacted for the nightly run, and my phone rang. It was Theron. Theron was my “boss” in
Minneapolis. He had initially hired me for this project and was the one ultimately responsible for the finished project. Apparently he had planned on being out in Portland for a few days this week to meet with the original team for a status update. Under the previous arrangement I was supposed to be back in Minneapolis during this week, leaving my apartment open for him to stay in. Those arrangements had never been altered so he effectively had no place to stay, as the hotels in the downtown area were all at capacity.
“Stephen, I’m coming into Portland tomorrow, and I need to crash with you..
are you going to have any problems with that?”
“Um. No I guess not. It’s a one bedroom apartment, but the couch pulls out so I can crash there and give you my room for the week.”
“Ok, sorry to put you out, but I totally spaced off letting Margie know the changes in the situation so she never changed my travel plans.”
“No worries, we’ll make it work.”
After I hung up, I sat there a moment and sighed. What was I gonna do. Theron was a 6 foot 2 red headed bear of a man that made me a spring a major hard on when I interviewed with him .. it was the most awkward 2 hours of my life. I spent most of the time positioning myself to hide my
hard on, while trying to focus enough to answer the technical questions he was asking me properly. What was I going to do having him in my apartment for several days.
The next day, Theron walked into my office and sat down .. I stayed uncomfortably behind my desk with an instant hard on … What was it about him that had that effect on me?
I started running through the current progress, and he immediately stopped me, and said “We have all day tomorrow for that. I’m worn out, can we just go grab a beer and get some dinner?”
I was a bit taken aback, since the only place I had been hanging out in Portland was a gay bar that had a great craft beer lineup.
I honestly, didn’t know where else to take him… so I explained that I was really into craft beer and this place had the best, but the clientele was a not was he was probably used too. He said he didn’t mind, just wanted a beer.
I had never been in the place during the day, and the greco-roman nude wrestlers that adorned the walls were WAY more obvious during the day, so I was noticeably uncomfortable.
“Dude, relax. This is not the first gay bar I have ever been in .. it’s not a problem. They do have great beer and this burger is delicious.
Relax.”
So we spent the next hour catching up and shooting the shit. Theron turned out to be a really nice guy, which I hadn’t ever really picked up on before.
After we were done with dinner, we hopped the Max and headed back to the apartment. Theron wanted to shower and wash off the travel so I showed him where the towels were and while he cleaned up, I turned the TV on and tried to relax a bit.
A bit later, Theron came out of the bathroom just wearing a towel. I gasped a bit, apparently modesty was not going to be the order of the week. My nervous level jumped a bit higher.
I was sitting in my chair trying to pretend that the nature show on the TV was the most interesting thing in the world. Theron literally fell onto the couch and asked if I had any beer in the fridge. I jumped up to grab
him one, and as I walked toward the kitchen, I noticed his towel riding up a bit and his nice plump cock just laying against his thigh. Theron was a red head and the carpet matched the drapes … I was definitely going to need some cold showers to get me through the week.
While we drank beer, I pretended to watch TV, while trying to look at his cock as much as possible without it being obvious… every now and then our eyes would meet, and I would try to come up with some witty comment to make it seem like I wasn’t staring at him.
After a few beers had been consumed it got to the point were sleeping arrangements were going to have to be dealt with. I was more than willing to take the couch, and made that clear. Theron wouldn’t hear it. The apartment had a king size bed and he felt there was no reason that either of us should be uncomfortable on the couch.
“we’re both guys right .. ”
I just thought .. oh boy, this will be a long week.
Theron just dropped his towel, stretched a bit and crawled under the covers naked. I just stood there for a minute trying to figure out what to do. Theron, looked over at me and said “Don’t feel like you need to wear any
clothes if you normally sleep in the buff. I don’t want to put you out at all. I’m the inconvenience here.”
So I turned around and stripped my clothes off and tried to get into the bed without him noticing my raging hard on.
I rolled over on my side facing away from him and turned the light off. A few minutes of silence went by and Theron asked if I was sleeping.
“No, not yet. I’m kinda of a night owl, so it takes awhile for me to fall asleep.”
“I know what you mean. I hope I am not stepping over any bounds, but I noticed you checking me out earlier.”
I don’t think I took a breathe or felt my heart beat for several seconds… I didn’t know how to respond. Turns out I didn’t have to. I felt his hand start caressing my thigh.
“Are you ok with this?”
I just gasped a bit and said “You have no idea. I have admired you from a distance ever since our first interview”
“Good, I thought so, glad my senses are dulling in my old age” and with that he rolled into a spooning position with me and began stroking my chest and kissing me on the back of my neck.. He whispered into my ear “I’ve been checking you out from a distance too, and to be honest, I have a hotel room
booked down the street, but wanted the opportunity to be with you this week.”
I giggled .. literally giggled and said “I’m glad you chose Motel me rather than the Motel 6″ …
I rolled over facing him, and we started kissing, just brief pecks at first, but than he pushed a bit harder, and I felt his tongue slip between my lip and I sucked it in.. our tongues mingled and he tasted sweet with a
hint of the beers we had been drinking.
I felt his hand move down my chest hairs to my belly .. he rubbed my belly in circles while we enjoyed each others taste.
I slid my hand under his neck and rubbed his hairy back cupping his firm ass while my other hand played with his nipple.
He slowly moved his hand down my stomach and began stroking my pubic hair. I felt like I was going to cum all over him and he hadn’t even touched my cock yet.
He skipped right over my shaft and started cupping and kneading my balls, occasionally moving his hands over my thighs. I was in heaven.
I moved my hand down his chest and greedily moved my hands immediately to
his cock. I started slowly stroking his cock … He broke our kiss and started moaning and laid his head back on that pillow.
I explored every inch of his thick hard cock with my fingertips, as his hand came back up my thigh and he gripped my throbbing member with his hand. It took every ounce of control not to explode right then and there. I pulled away, which caused him to look over and ask what was wrong.
“Nothing, I just don’t want to cum so quick and I am ready to blow.”
Before he could I respond I got on all fours and straddled him, kissing his forehead, his nose, then his lips.. we made out for a minute. I moved down his chest exploring his whole body with my tongue. I slid down a bit and started working my way down his belly and in a few seconds was inches from his amazing cock. The cock I had been fantasizing about for the last several weeks in Portland. The cock I had spent most of the night trying not to stare at while he sat on the couch …
I licked it from the base of his balls to the tip, cleaning up the pre-cum that was leaking out. It was delicious. Sweet, salty, the way a man tastes. I went back down and began sucking on his balls. He was squirming and moaning and he grabbed my head and almost screamed “Suck me!”
I engulfed as much of his meat as I could .. it was thicker than anything I had ever tried to fit in my mouth … I gagged, but pushed on. Slowly opening my throat a little more and a little more .. He squealed.
I cupped his balls and slowly played with them while I sucked like I had never sucked before. I could taste his pre-cum filling my mouth as my saliva soaked his cock.
He stopped me, and told me to give him a minute to calm down .. he didn’t want this to end anymore than I did.
He shifted his position and before I knew it, his face was down at my cock while I still inches from his … He gave me a few licks and almost simultaneously we engulfed our respective members and began sucking … it
took only moments, but we both began to explode into the others mouth, I had never felt anything quite like that… his hot cum exploding against the back of my throat like a geyser. All I could do was to start
swallowing as much as possible ..
My orgasm hit me like a freight train, and felt like it was never going to
end.
We both fell into our pillows and let out a collective sigh of sheer exhaustive pleasure.
Theron leaned over and kissed me, our cum intermingling, creating a slick delicious kiss.
He leaned back on his pillow and just said, “This will be the best work trip ever”
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My First Cock In My Early Forties
Getting online and chatting was the only way for me I could get to know
someone enough to share something I had hidden since my service days – when
I briefly shared a mutual masturbation with another guy called Bernard, but
somehow we never went as far as intercourse and then he was posted to
Germany so I never saw him again.
So all those years I’d pent up my bi-sexual leanings, married and had a
good life with my Mrs. However as time went by she cooled and never wanted
sex anymore, I still loved her though and still do, but I needed a new
outlet without strings relationship to settle my needs, and I was more bent
on the homosexual leaning.
Anyway to cut a longish story short I eventually found Danny who was the
only one who kept to a date. I’d talked with three others to the point that
they said they wanted intercourse but not one of them turned up for a
planned date.. Danny was the only one who did, whom I met at a local
supermarket car park . Chatting to him online about our diversions Danny
seemed right for me and when I located his car following his description
beforehand, my heart fluttered at just the thought seeing this guy in the
flesh at last, here was someone who was genuine and as I strolled up to the
car it was as if we instantly jelled, he smiled widely and opened the
passenger door for me, greeted me and it was as though I had known him all
my life.
We just sat there and got to know each other face to face, he seemed happy
with me and I was with him. We were both in our late forties, maybe he a
little younger but very, very attractive. I liked him from the start and
really wanted to make a relationship with him, on the understanding of
course it was to be casual, he knew I was married and knew the
circumstances, and he had left his wife after finding her in bed with a
black guy when he unexpectedly came home early from work. For a while
before that, he said that he had long wondered why there were black hairs
on the bed sheets and suddenly is all came to light.
And coincidently – and we had shared this when chatting online – he’d
hidden the same deep leaning that he would really like to try it with a
guy, so for us both it was a wonderful meeting and I could not wait for our
relationship to take its natural course.
“Is there anywhere private we could go, Alex? he asked after a brief
silence, when we had sort of exhausted our chat about each other.
I wanted to take him back to my place but that was impossible that day
because my wife was at home, I need to arrange something when she was at
work so we went for that, he said he was looking after his elderly mother
so it was impossible for us to go to his place. So straight away I knew
that our meetings would have to be carefully arranged to fit in with our
working hours and everything, but what do they say about if needs be? And
our needs were paramount, I felt myself so attracted to this guy and I knew
he felt the same way.
“The only place I know, somewhere we could get to quickly ( I could see a
swelling in his jeans) is the overflow car park for the Zoo which is seldom
used off season and there are some trees covering the view from the road” I
said feeling my pulse quicken at just the thought of mutual touching.
“Show me, Alex?”
And I did, soon we were there and although there were a few other empty
cars parked we found a quiet spot. So there we were and at last I was with
a guy I’d wanted for so long. I thought just go for it and don’t’ hesitate
so I did and felt him through his jeans. It was nice although he seemed
concerned that someone may see. I said for him to keep watch and he could
give me a shout if anyone came near.
For the next five minutes I was ain the land of discovery, he responded
well to my feeling him and it was so nice, so warm an inviting and very,
very big.
“I think I’d better give him some air” I whispered starting to
unzip as he
spread his thighs a little to give me better access. And soon I had a
handful of pure unadulterated and very aspiring stiff hard upright cock and
gorgeous firm balls which I just enjoyed molding gently in my hand feeling
the touch of his hand at the back of my head.- like he was prompting me to
go down on him. I’d never ever sucked off a cock before and this
was going to be a first. I felt myself sort of hesitating at first, it
seemed to good to be true , all those imaginings when I had wondered just
how it would be. Those time when I had vainly tried to vent my sexual
perversions by sucking the bulbous handle of a screwdriver which had just
been inserted into my bottom, me thinking now how crazy that was when here
was I know having the real thing – how I fucked myself, sometimes in front
of a mirror to get myself going, sometimes filming myself for later
masturbation, using all different sizes of things which I thought could
give me a throb when inserted firmly inside my ass.
But now hooray! All that was history there was I, sniffing and exploring
real cock, Danny’s cock, spreading his foreskin back tight to
relish that gorgeous crimson head just waiting it seemed to be enjoyed.
It was so nice and when Danny said to go for it, I knew it was on and in
that next wonderful moment I had it inside my mouth, gently at first,
getting
the feel of it against my tongue, exploring and tasting it, a wonderful
sort of salty but earthy taste that was so good. I loved the scent too, it
was a scent that really captured my senses to the point where I really
wanted his fuck there and then.
But my feelings were overtaking my logic, that Danny was not keen to try
that at the moment, as he said it will be better to wait until we could
really take our time and enjoy each other properly in private, and then
when he
saw a warden approaching I had top quickly lift my head away from that
wonderful instrument of desire, we never got to a climax but that was all
to come. He quickly zipped himself up, dropped me near my place and we
arranged to keep in touch on the mobile phone and I would arrange something
at my place very soon.
You bet I would, I felt just after that short time with Danny, that I
wanted him to the full, and it needed to be at the very earliest, I knew
that and I think Danny did too, he told me frankly he could not wait to
fuck me, and that said it all!
On Sundays my wife did voluntary work so that day would be favorite for
Danny and I to meet. It would be a very secret meeting of course and I
would have hated for my wife to discover my secret, as said I still loved
her but truly needed to satisfy my deep sexual wants and I felt Danny was
the right
person to do that.
The day for our second meeting came and there was Danny as large as life at
my front door, and straight away I noticed his bulge and he noticed I
noticed! “That has been there for the full journey over” he grinned – he’d
driven more than five miles from his place so I knew he was raring to go
and the excitement of that, that at last we had got some real quality time
together was so wonderful.
I just touched him there as I closed the door behind him. Suggested he go
and undress in the bathroom, just in case for some reason my wife returned
home early, I had planned all that in my mind, a sort of fail safe idea
that if she did come home unexpectedly Danny could exit into the bathroom
to get dressed and I could say that it was just a workman who wanted a
slash, there were often workmen doing things around the area even on a
Sunday.
But fortunately it never came t that an we were both in that special world
of our own. The first time was actually in the bathroom, I found myself so
impatient to get at Danny I simply could not wait so I opened the door and
caught him just about to drop down his briefs, his bulge looking most
enticing and inviting.
“Let me do that, Danny” I said. He replied “Sure!” and that was the very
start of our real time relationship. Just to massage him though his briefs
was great and then after, stripping him down and taking an eyeful of that
ripe cock standing to attention like a guardsman, me thinking he could
stand guard over me any time, he wanted me stripped and no messing, there
were we were standing facing each other rubbing cocks!
I felt so very good and as our eyes met it seemed so complete, sop perfect,
his expression said it all, that he had the hots for me big time, the feel
of that cock pressing into mine as we gave each other a steady but
wonderful mutual wank.
To feel and touch cock in such an uninhibited way was heaven, sheer bliss,
the feel of someone else wanking you and not yourself was so very different
too, when you do it yourself you know all the moves but with someone else
you don’t know that, it is just the splendor of being enjoyed and enjoying
one another is what makes it all so wonderful.
“Want to try me now? I asked him, feeling that he was ready. I knew I was,
the aching was overwhelming and I had the real need for his fuck, thrilled
that this was going to be a first too, real life cock fucking me instead of
all those dreadful perverted things I’d used, this was the real thing and
lubricating myself up he said he would do that, so for a few wonderful
moment I felt him exploring me, rimming and fingering me down under,
cupping my balls and squeezing my hard cock as he really went to town
inserting his finger to give me a wonderful pre-fuck foreplay, I took his
cock in my free hand and stretched it back firmly, thinking just how good
this was going ton feel inside me, when we were ready we both knew, I bent
over the edge of the bath, he finding the right position between my legs,
getting his throbbing cock into the right position, that first feeling of
cock approaching was so good, it felt like he was missing the hole, I was
going to tell him but I guess it was all part of e tease, I was all for
that as I felt him ply the head of his cock up and down, sliding it in my
crack, it was divine as I cried out for his fuck, I bent over as steep as I
could offering myself to hi,. I just wanted toi be all ass for his fuck, I
was aching for the feel of his fuck up inside me, I yelled at him to fuck
me hard, at last the feel of his cock beginning to enter me, gradually at
first until he got the motion, feeling his strong hands grab my thighs each
side, to steady me as he maneuvered that huge cock into me, moving my ass
from side to side to assist that vital first penetration of real live cock,
already iot felt so different to those rigid screwdriver handles and such,
what a different pliability made, it was absolutely lovely to feel it go
deeper and deeper into me, I relished it and we made for the perfect first
fuck together.
And that wasn’t the end of it, for afterwards I took my first swallow of
hot cum after we had sucked each other for a while, kissed and shared our
juices with very deep wet French kisses.
Why on earth didn’t I find Danny before, it was going to be a wonderful
month of Sundays, just sharing all, discovering more about each others
wants and needs which extended into the bedroom.
Asked how it was for him, Danny simply said “Perfect” and aid he wanted
lots more of where that came from. Me too! I felt at perfect peace with
someone enough to share something I had hidden since my service days – when
I briefly shared a mutual masturbation with another guy called Bernard, but
somehow we never went as far as intercourse and then he was posted to
Germany so I never saw him again.
So all those years I’d pent up my bi-sexual leanings, married and had a
good life with my Mrs. However as time went by she cooled and never wanted
sex anymore, I still loved her though and still do, but I needed a new
outlet without strings relationship to settle my needs, and I was more bent
on the homosexual leaning.
Anyway to cut a longish story short I eventually found Danny who was the
only one who kept to a date. I’d talked with three others to the point that
they said they wanted intercourse but not one of them turned up for a
planned date.. Danny was the only one who did, whom I met at a local
supermarket car park . Chatting to him online about our diversions Danny
seemed right for me and when I located his car following his description
beforehand, my heart fluttered at just the thought seeing this guy in the
flesh at last, here was someone who was genuine and as I strolled up to the
car it was as if we instantly jelled, he smiled widely and opened the
passenger door for me, greeted me and it was as though I had known him all
my life.
We just sat there and got to know each other face to face, he seemed happy
with me and I was with him. We were both in our late forties, maybe he a
little younger but very, very attractive. I liked him from the start and
really wanted to make a relationship with him, on the understanding of
course it was to be casual, he knew I was married and knew the
circumstances, and he had left his wife after finding her in bed with a
black guy when he unexpectedly came home early from work. For a while
before that, he said that he had long wondered why there were black hairs
on the bed sheets and suddenly is all came to light.
And coincidently – and we had shared this when chatting online – he’d
hidden the same deep leaning that he would really like to try it with a
guy, so for us both it was a wonderful meeting and I could not wait for our
relationship to take its natural course.
“Is there anywhere private we could go, Alex? he asked after a brief
silence, when we had sort of exhausted our chat about each other.
I wanted to take him back to my place but that was impossible that day
because my wife was at home, I need to arrange something when she was at
work so we went for that, he said he was looking after his elderly mother
so it was impossible for us to go to his place. So straight away I knew
that our meetings would have to be carefully arranged to fit in with our
working hours and everything, but what do they say about if needs be? And
our needs were paramount, I felt myself so attracted to this guy and I knew
he felt the same way.
“The only place I know, somewhere we could get to quickly ( I could see a
swelling in his jeans) is the overflow car park for the Zoo which is seldom
used off season and there are some trees covering the view from the road” I
said feeling my pulse quicken at just the thought of mutual touching.
“Show me, Alex?”
And I did, soon we were there and although there were a few other empty
cars parked we found a quiet spot. So there we were and at last I was with
a guy I’d wanted for so long. I thought just go for it and don’t’ hesitate
so I did and felt him through his jeans. It was nice although he seemed
concerned that someone may see. I said for him to keep watch and he could
give me a shout if anyone came near.
For the next five minutes I was ain the land of discovery, he responded
well to my feeling him and it was so nice, so warm an inviting and very,
very big.
“I think I’d better give him some air” I whispered starting to
unzip as he
spread his thighs a little to give me better access. And soon I had a
handful of pure unadulterated and very aspiring stiff hard upright cock and
gorgeous firm balls which I just enjoyed molding gently in my hand feeling
the touch of his hand at the back of my head.- like he was prompting me to
go down on him. I’d never ever sucked off a cock before and this
was going to be a first. I felt myself sort of hesitating at first, it
seemed to good to be true , all those imaginings when I had wondered just
how it would be. Those time when I had vainly tried to vent my sexual
perversions by sucking the bulbous handle of a screwdriver which had just
been inserted into my bottom, me thinking now how crazy that was when here
was I know having the real thing – how I fucked myself, sometimes in front
of a mirror to get myself going, sometimes filming myself for later
masturbation, using all different sizes of things which I thought could
give me a throb when inserted firmly inside my ass.
But now hooray! All that was history there was I, sniffing and exploring
real cock, Danny’s cock, spreading his foreskin back tight to
relish that gorgeous crimson head just waiting it seemed to be enjoyed.
It was so nice and when Danny said to go for it, I knew it was on and in
that next wonderful moment I had it inside my mouth, gently at first,
getting
the feel of it against my tongue, exploring and tasting it, a wonderful
sort of salty but earthy taste that was so good. I loved the scent too, it
was a scent that really captured my senses to the point where I really
wanted his fuck there and then.
But my feelings were overtaking my logic, that Danny was not keen to try
that at the moment, as he said it will be better to wait until we could
really take our time and enjoy each other properly in private, and then
when he
saw a warden approaching I had top quickly lift my head away from that
wonderful instrument of desire, we never got to a climax but that was all
to come. He quickly zipped himself up, dropped me near my place and we
arranged to keep in touch on the mobile phone and I would arrange something
at my place very soon.
You bet I would, I felt just after that short time with Danny, that I
wanted him to the full, and it needed to be at the very earliest, I knew
that and I think Danny did too, he told me frankly he could not wait to
fuck me, and that said it all!
On Sundays my wife did voluntary work so that day would be favorite for
Danny and I to meet. It would be a very secret meeting of course and I
would have hated for my wife to discover my secret, as said I still loved
her but truly needed to satisfy my deep sexual wants and I felt Danny was
the right
person to do that.
The day for our second meeting came and there was Danny as large as life at
my front door, and straight away I noticed his bulge and he noticed I
noticed! “That has been there for the full journey over” he grinned – he’d
driven more than five miles from his place so I knew he was raring to go
and the excitement of that, that at last we had got some real quality time
together was so wonderful.
I just touched him there as I closed the door behind him. Suggested he go
and undress in the bathroom, just in case for some reason my wife returned
home early, I had planned all that in my mind, a sort of fail safe idea
that if she did come home unexpectedly Danny could exit into the bathroom
to get dressed and I could say that it was just a workman who wanted a
slash, there were often workmen doing things around the area even on a
Sunday.
But fortunately it never came t that an we were both in that special world
of our own. The first time was actually in the bathroom, I found myself so
impatient to get at Danny I simply could not wait so I opened the door and
caught him just about to drop down his briefs, his bulge looking most
enticing and inviting.
“Let me do that, Danny” I said. He replied “Sure!” and that was the very
start of our real time relationship. Just to massage him though his briefs
was great and then after, stripping him down and taking an eyeful of that
ripe cock standing to attention like a guardsman, me thinking he could
stand guard over me any time, he wanted me stripped and no messing, there
were we were standing facing each other rubbing cocks!
I felt so very good and as our eyes met it seemed so complete, sop perfect,
his expression said it all, that he had the hots for me big time, the feel
of that cock pressing into mine as we gave each other a steady but
wonderful mutual wank.
To feel and touch cock in such an uninhibited way was heaven, sheer bliss,
the feel of someone else wanking you and not yourself was so very different
too, when you do it yourself you know all the moves but with someone else
you don’t know that, it is just the splendor of being enjoyed and enjoying
one another is what makes it all so wonderful.
“Want to try me now? I asked him, feeling that he was ready. I knew I was,
the aching was overwhelming and I had the real need for his fuck, thrilled
that this was going to be a first too, real life cock fucking me instead of
all those dreadful perverted things I’d used, this was the real thing and
lubricating myself up he said he would do that, so for a few wonderful
moment I felt him exploring me, rimming and fingering me down under,
cupping my balls and squeezing my hard cock as he really went to town
inserting his finger to give me a wonderful pre-fuck foreplay, I took his
cock in my free hand and stretched it back firmly, thinking just how good
this was going ton feel inside me, when we were ready we both knew, I bent
over the edge of the bath, he finding the right position between my legs,
getting his throbbing cock into the right position, that first feeling of
cock approaching was so good, it felt like he was missing the hole, I was
going to tell him but I guess it was all part of e tease, I was all for
that as I felt him ply the head of his cock up and down, sliding it in my
crack, it was divine as I cried out for his fuck, I bent over as steep as I
could offering myself to hi,. I just wanted toi be all ass for his fuck, I
was aching for the feel of his fuck up inside me, I yelled at him to fuck
me hard, at last the feel of his cock beginning to enter me, gradually at
first until he got the motion, feeling his strong hands grab my thighs each
side, to steady me as he maneuvered that huge cock into me, moving my ass
from side to side to assist that vital first penetration of real live cock,
already iot felt so different to those rigid screwdriver handles and such,
what a different pliability made, it was absolutely lovely to feel it go
deeper and deeper into me, I relished it and we made for the perfect first
fuck together.
And that wasn’t the end of it, for afterwards I took my first swallow of
hot cum after we had sucked each other for a while, kissed and shared our
juices with very deep wet French kisses.
Why on earth didn’t I find Danny before, it was going to be a wonderful
month of Sundays, just sharing all, discovering more about each others
wants and needs which extended into the bedroom.
Asked how it was for him, Danny simply said “Perfect” and aid he wanted
lots more of where that came from. Me too! I felt at perfect peace with
the world!
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