Tuesday, August 12, 2008

Undeniable Craving



We were sitting down on the only couch available. Marco's knees were bent, with his right ankle resting atop his left knee. I was further to left and facing him when I straightened my leg and that's pretty much all it took. Searching for a place to rest my weary feet, instead, I encountered the inside of his firm jean-clad thigh. Indeed, quite by chance, I stretched my calf by pointing my heel and that drew my toes back over the delectable curve of his crotch.

It all seemed to be taking place in a dreamscape for me until I heard Marco's sharp intake of breath. The startled whites of his eyes brought me back to myself. Perhaps it was the tang of the sea salt air, the subtle nature of the Baileys or even my own shadow demons, all-working in a newly found unification to battle my better judgment.

STOPPING however was the furthermost notion from my mind. It's odd that because it really ought to have been. Let's peruse the facts; I'm a straight, thirty-six year old red-blooded male, very happily playing the female field, so to speak. I couldn't honestly even classify myself as bi-curious. Sorry, Folks. I have never felt compelled to sneak a surreptitious nor even gratuitous peak at the other lads' tackle in the locker room after our weekly touch-footy match.

Well, there was that one Friday late last year when Jordan and I got into a rather prolonged and involved drinking game that ended with a Penis Comparison competition. Basically, swaying on our feet, we whipped out our goods in an effort to measure whose was longest. There was a bone of contention between us both in that Sally, a rather lovely local barmaid, had the audacity of announcing to all and sundry that our cocks were unconditionally bloody identical! To make a long, drunken story short, in lieu of a ruler being readily produced Jordie and I decided that the only way of reasonably measuring was to stand directly in front of each other, as close as possible.

Let's just say that what began as friendly rivalry quickly degenerated as dicks expanded and a yen to wrestle took tenacious hold of us both, in a manly, bloke-to-bloke kind of way, of course. No harm, no foul, though Jordan and I have become a tad distant since that escapade. I've always written it off mentally as boys just being boys. But I wonder? With Marco it has ever been different.

To Marco my thoughts now turned. What would he have been thinking as my boots grazed almost imperceptibly over his package? Only God and the man himself might be qualified to answer that one. He is a single, openly gay man, thirty-four years old full of questions and not many answers. It reads like a description that could be generically applied to us all, n'est-ce pas?

M groaned out loud with lusty fervour and then rasped hesitantly at me, "What are you...doing to me?"

His voice brought me back to the moment. I hadn't contemplated ceasing but I was pleased by his reaction. I love pleasuring my partner. I modestly admit to possessing a well-deserved reputation as a man who goes beyond the call of duty to provide for The Perfect Orgasm. Who knew that this wasn't a gender-specific determination? His own obvious excitement only drew me in deeper.

We had been on enough weekends away together for me to witness Marco undressed on a few occasions. Nice body. Well proportioned. Hairy. Very tasty cock, as the various and sundry Ladies in my life might have stated and at least an inch longer than my own modest 5 ½ flaccid inches.

Suddenly, quite unbidden, I had a fierce, almost undeniable, longing to view his circumcised dick hard and full, with his lust directed solely at me.

That is THE last cogent thought I recall, shocking as it is. The remainder of the evening was pure, unadulterated instinct.

M seemed to be holding his breath as he waited, frozen, for my next move. I began by exploring with my shoe back and forth across his engorged dick once more but the intensity of this gesture had dulled somewhat, at least for me. Too tame, too many layers between us.

We were situated at the end of the bar, secluded almost, though a table was full behind us. I managed to gather unto myself enough self-preservation to check that the waiter was otherwise engaged and slipped out of my shoe. Marco followed my eyes, glimpsed this gesture and gulped, audibly. I began to feel myself harden. Just the beginning mind, when it starts down in the pit of my belly. Control, and that quality others have when they find you attractive, that does to me.

Rubbing my toes high upon his leg, turning my foot in slightly, pushing it up and into his crotch and then feeling him return the pressure, all caused my mouth to become a little dry with anticipation. Added to this was the fact that we could have been caught out at any time!

"Do you like this, Marco? Do you like me doing it you?" I questioned him eagerly, though with perhaps a tad less presence than I had hoped. The words felt alien in my mouth, and yet fitting for all of that.

"Mmmm," he breathed back at me, closing his eyes and pushing his swollen glands more urgently towards me in dual response that motivated my own heartbeat.

"Say my name," I demanded thickly.

"Nicky."

"Again," I implored.

"Nicky Baby."

We quickly settled into something of a rhythm; squeezing toes, then lifting and kneading, all the while matching the tempo with our hips.

He felt massive, which is a fact that has slowly come to my attention over the last few months. Impossible of course, but he seems to be getting larger lately. Not that I have been taking especial notice (if I was vocalizing I'd be high-pitched!) but the man does like to wave his boys in my face each and every opportunity he receives. It is rather peculiar that I've never been offended by this past behavior of his, isn't it?

"Your Sebastian is absolutely huge, Marco," I praised him, with a degree of congratulatory approval underlying this sentence reserved exclusively for moi. Why is it that our partner's penis size reflects exponentially upon us?

"I don't know WHAT'S going on here," he returned with a short pause for a shaky breath that seemed to cause my very heart to skip a beat, "but just make sure it doesn't stop." He spoke distractedly but his gazed bored into me intently.

"Let's..." I struggled, "Let's not over-analyze it, Bro."

He smiled in that sexy lopsided way of his and seemed satisfied, though he didn't actually speak again. Rather he raised his hand to his chest, rubbing the Polo emblem of his shirt to the side and back again over his nipple, never removing his eyes for a moment from their lock on mine. Watching him was compelling and I thoroughly enjoyed observing him touching himself in this manner. I swallowed once, twice, convulsively.

From nowhere, our waiter appeared in our general vicinity calling Last Drinks and presenting us our bill. Discreetly, I had time to lower my foot, taking pleasure at the same instant in the sensation of my pants, now much too tight, stretched over my tender, enlarged dick. Marco's own position appeared more tenuous however, as he hunched over his erection in time honoured stance to hide his evidence from any and all prying eyes.

I've always thought on M as a gentleman able to manhandle any solution to its natural conclusion (pun entirely intended) and he stood true to form as he announced his intention to excuse himself.

"Nicky, I'll never make it out of here like this," he drawled with a hand wave meant to take in and indicate his, by now, colossal crotch. "You're too much for me. I'm off to the head for a quick wank. Meet you outside," he all but whispered with a grin and a wink.

I shivered with delight at his blunt words. The games that are instituted between heterosexual couples far outweigh those played between us there that day. I hadn't been involved in such an open, honest exchange before. Let's call a spade a shovel, shall we? Everything about this encounter was both novel and electrifying.

I have ever enjoyed a challenge though so, as Marco had his back to the masses at the completion of this last veritable speech, I stepped in close behind him, took a five-fingered hold of his bulging groin and spoke out as an environmentalist, expressing my shame as its wastage.

"Perhaps," I suggested as lasciviously as I was able, "if you feel able to negotiate your way back to the car with me we might, betwixt the two of us, be able to find a more amenable, less ecologically detrimental way to satisfy your beautiful cock. We'd have to put our heads together in collaboration, as it were." That discourse was quite a feat of co-ordination when you consider I was reeling still from being in such close contact to his person. It was the first time I had handled another man in this intimate way, someone shaped just like me and I was trembling as a consequence.

With those words, I picked up the little condiment bowl of sour cream, concealed my own steel shaft with my jacket and walked out like a man with a mission, who of course, I was and I had.

Now, as I look back in twenty-twenty hindsight in an attempt to penetrate mine own mind, I wonder if I realized what precisely it was that I had just proposed? Marco and I had discussed our sexual antics often enough for me to ascertain that he was definitely a guy who preferred to be Bronco Master. Frankly though, I must have had some clue as to where my behaviour was leading otherwise I would have left the cream behind.

By the time I made it back to the car, which was parked all the way at the bottom of the cul-de-sac in Macquarie, my heart was pounding, almost but not quite, as hard as the hammering in my trousers.

Just as I faltered as to the nature of my next move, he reached for me, possessively trapping me back against the car and began to kiss me deeply, hungrily. His body pressed rigidly against mine, meeting my every desire. The gesture, his probing tongue, it was all startling, equally unforeseen in its abruptness and glory. I was so powerfully aroused by him. At midnight in this quiet little dead-end street I had true passion thrust upon me for the first time in my life.

He is just slightly taller than me and I found myself in the incongruous position of tilting my head up to maintain our connection. The heat he exuded and the excitement of a body as hard as my own pressing so familiarly into mine was both heavenly and disorientating one at the same time. It was like nothing I had yet experienced in my life. The feel of flat pecs where once there were submitting swells of breasts, stubble caressing not soft skin but more stubble and cock all but entwined with yielding cock was breathtaking. It was more stimulation than I could handle, and enough to sizzle my self-control. Before I had the chance to fully realize the last seductive image in my mind of sitting nude in his lap, sliding my bare dick up the length of his, I came explosively, almost unexpectedly. The thick ropey, sticky mess was confined to my trousers.

I had been clutching his rounded butt for dear life it seemed and moaning like a green fourteen year old into his mouth. When I climaxed I ripped half of his back pocket off! It felt as though every inch of my insides had been wrested raw. I was still fully turned-on and yet entirely spent.

"Jesus Marco," I puffed raggedly, feeling the need to apologies for my own poor form. "I am so sorry. I started to think about getting naked with you and I just couldn't hold on any longer."

"Nicky, Nicky," he seemed to be able to croon my name. When had he mastered that? "I want to taste you." And with those immortal words ringing like klaxons in my head he undid my pants and had my Jockeys down by my ankles in less than eight seconds. The man was a trained professional and if we had been competing at The Olympics in the Fastest De-Panting Decathlon, M would have most assuredly just won Gold whilst simultaneously scoring a nascent world record.

Ever the comedian I murmured, "Please, don't stand on ceremony on my account." whilst I struggled valiantly to avail myself of a better grip on the car's bonnet. I had to scrunch my eyes up because I knew what was coming and wanted it so much. Truthfully, I had often wondered how fellatio from Marco would feel. He had mentioned his lust AND talent so often that I would have had to be made of marble not to feel some sense of despondency over my lack thus far in this regard. I held my breath with wonder and excitement.

"Oh please, Marco. Yes. Suck my Sebastian NOW. Do me, Baby. All the way. Clean me up."

His tongue was hot and flicked mercilessly up and over and even inside my sensitive piss-slit, lapping up my jism, licking and ever squeezing my manhood as though he hoped for a little more. I gasped again and again with each new mind-blowing sensation.

"You taste like ripe navel oranges," he contentedly offered from the midst of his happy slurping.

As I shakily reached down with my right hand and grasped a hunk of his curly mop to draw him in to deep throat, I had an epiphany. This was another missing piece from my heterosexual puzzles. Women just can't fake it. Why hadn't I seen that before? It takes a man to truly savor the tang of another guy's cum.

My dick was still hypersensitive, but I strained to push out anything extra for him, clenching my buttocks and throwing my head back for added concentration but it was to no purpose. He had sucked me, quite literally, dry.

He began to shift his focus then to my testicles, which had thus far been craving their own limited degree of attention. He squeezed them gently at first but quite without warning began to pull downwards on them ruthlessly.

"Nicky," he called huskily to me; "I want to fuck you over and over. Tell me what you want from me." All the while his hands were tugging my ball sac down as though he wanted to introduce them to the unique sensation of meeting my knees. The gratifying pain was remarkable.

"Ahhhhhhhhh."

A MAN'S hands, Marco's hands fondling me in this way left me craving only more. I responded with a hearty, "Just this!" and guided one of his hands up to my mouth, moistened his fingers as best I was able whilst in the precarious condition I found myself, and then placed it back down upon my ass.

My offer was clear and evident. M stood up abruptly and gazed soulfully at me with more than a modicum of surprise staining his angelic olive complexion. His huge, expressive brown eyes with those tantalizingly long, dark lashes (how was it that I had never noticed those gorgeous frames before?) only served to enflame my desire for him.

He held my face tenderly between his hands, as a brother might, to search for my intentions. And yet no sibling ever boiled my blood the way this man could. With his searing hot penis pressed raunchily against my abdomen, I reassured him that I was oh-so-very ready and then proceeded to beg, in a deserted city street, with my cock twitching in the warm evening breeze, for my best friend to fuck me.

"Please, please. I'm aching for it, for you. And so are you. I can see it. Now. I have to have you. I want to feel you fuck me, deep, as deep as you can manage. Please Marco, man, don't deny me. I need it. Please Baby, no one has ever touched me here before," I beseeched him, guiding both of his hands now to my well-toned hairless ass. "Don't you want me?" All this was proclaimed in a reckless, shaky rush with breaks where I did no more than pant longingly for him and stamp my foot.

Marco stood in front of me as if a sentinel, in apparent control and immune to my pitiful entreaties. He took a step back, away from me and I thought for a heart-wrenching second that I had lost him. Yet his hands were now compulsively fisting and opening, fisting and then opening once again.

I smelled the sweetest victory. I felt him teetering on the edge, about to give himself to me. And I lusted after it, after him. Yes, yes, yes, yes, yessss.

I met his eyes, allowing myself no more than a small smile of conquest, then I crouched down and starting at his feet, ever so slowly, delicately, trailed my fingers up over his jeans, tracing the outline of his calves and feeling my own pulse bestir once more. I was truly dumbfounded over his level of self-control and was salivating at the thought of him surrendering in me. Not rushing, but always traveling upwards, over his muscled thighs, wanting to linger but determined to keep my eye on the goal, listening to the sound of our mutually labored breathing in the otherwise silent night, until eventually I reached his tempting groin.

I was frantic within myself to tear his pants off his body, with my teeth if necessary, and loose his Sebastian enough to come out to play. I was imagining him yet again at this stage. I knew he was quite thick, dark in color and a bit more hairy than I down there, with scrumptiously lickable glands that were created, I was sure now, with my exact mouth shape in mind. But how big would he become? Flaccid to erect, the differences could be enormous! Was he a longer or thicker man when aroused? All of these questions demanded immediate answers! I distinctly heard myself whimper as I placed my hands, index-to-index and thumb-to-thumb, in a circle around his genitalia and ever so subtly kissed this enticing mass.

And the crowd goes wild as the home team scores the winning goal! Ho Haa!

His control at long last, irrevocably broke. He groaned like an animal in pain and placed his hands initially upon my head whilst I fumbled uncoordinatedly, heedlessly, and with a certain marked desperation, to undo his belt. (I always had liked that belt). I wanted those awful trousers away from his hirsute, luscious body. My hands though denied my commands.

Hearing his breathing so shallow and uneven stripped me of any enduring, lingering resistance. My own cock was lengthening, aching with an agenda of its own. My balls seemed to press against either side of my thighs as they became full once again.

Marco assisted me to stand, running his hands jealously along the length of my torso, scorching my very skin and then hurriedly unfastened his own jeans himself.

My man has the most attractive penis. Proud, wide, firm, it's almost purple and his testicles are appetizingly heavy. His head is Adonis-like in its shapeliness and was wet and glistening with pre-cum. He has this one vein, slightly to the left of centre that visibly pulsates. Oh, but I'm licking my lips now, even in simple retrospect.

Oh and by the way, question answered: thicker rather than longer. The exact opposite to me as luck would have it.

I fancied I heard it slapping his belly before I lost sight as he kissed my mouth once more and the ecstasy overrode me. We each opened and /or lifted our shirts (I was wearing a button-down and he a polo) and ground our lips together, nipples ever tighter and cock eagerly seeking cock. This was indeed the very way nature intended.

I could not seem to get enough, neither of him nor air. His tongue was so insistent, demanding, and masculine. In my effort to get even closer to him my left leg became inclined to wrap itself around Marc, which was no mean feat considering the placement of my clothes. The way our boys were crushed together was a miraculous phenomenon. My fingertips tingled as they slid quivering over his glossy, black locks. Too many sensations and not enough release. But try as I might I couldn't seem to garner the will power to move my body away from his beautiful one.

His hands touched me all over though eventually they came to rest on my buns and I knew he was presenting me with an (penultimate as it turned out) option of disinclination. One of his fingers was introduced to our still fevered kiss, then two. Leisurely, it seemed to me at the time, he stretched wide my pliant cheeks and began to track a whisper of a line.

Unconsciously, uncontrollably, I bucked him. The extreme gratification I experienced, the pure relish that accompanied his contact was so very intense. He hesitated for a moment then, perhaps misinterpreting my signals.

"Listen Nicky, this is happening too quickly, for both of us," he reasoned caringly, unable though to conceal the disappointment and frustration from his clenched tone.

"No you're wrong, Baby. This is just so right. Please don't make me beg again," I added with a cheeky grin and then to both encourage him and hush any further chivalrous though mistimed outbursts, I stroked the small of his back, an erogenous zone for Marco the locale of which had arisen in past discussions.

Now it was his turn to react violently to the varying degrees of pressure I exerted. Involuntarily, he drove his fingers deeply inside of me, rudely and without forewarning me.

My God, it felt foreign. And yet, more than most of me wanted him to dare further, despite my potential pain and discomfort. I longed both for his release and mine, together. I wanted to offer him his pleasure; I coveted it, regardless of the personal cost.

For how long we continued in this vein, I know not. Our dicks tangled (this image refuses to leave me, so exquisitely ravishing it is), his fingers and tongue probing me in tandem, deliberating prying me open ever more expansively, his skin so soft and hairy yet hard and strong. This was like nothing I had ever sampled with a woman. It was wholly different and richly to be savored.

At some point Marco had the strength to break our kiss, though I resisted him, holding on to his bottom lip as long as was possible. I managed to catch one all-too-fleeting glance of him, beautiful in the moonlight with his penis standing out, wide and throbbing before he tenderly bent me over the hood of the car. From him then came a grunt and no more. I dared to peak and was rewarded with the yummiest sight of him frantically coating his member in pre-cum as if it were some form of poor man's lubrication whilst simultaneously attempting to line himself with my tight, welcoming, exposed end which he had continued to work over with his ever pliant fingers. It was an exhilarating image and one that I knew would instantly skyrocket to Number One on my fantasy list vying for future masturbational rights.

I had a mini prediction (one may live in hope!) of the two of us sprawled in bed come Sunday morning. I saw myself watching him enraptured as he played with himself and then blissfully, enthusiastically tonguing up his jism in clean up, suckling each of those chubby, solid, shaggy plums in turn. Did he prefer licking or squeezing? I couldn't wait to get my hands on those mouth-wateringly succulent balls!

With these thoughts it came to my mind that we both seemed to have little time left. Just as he withdrew his hand and, after a small adjustment on my part, I called his attention to me.

"Oh, Lover Boy!" Who amongst us here today has watched that Jennifer Gray / Patrick Swayze movie and NOT fantasized?

I had managed to quickly work about half the sour cream in and around my anus and was offering the balance to M to assist him in lubing up.

Giggling like two school boys, with him alternating between licking my chocolate tunnel (Note to Self; Self, this an activity we definitely want to try again. P.S. Soon), working the cream over the impressive length of his Sebastian and us both kissing delightfully, we steered ourselves towards something of a frenzy.

He came in close and lay atop me, energetically, indefatigably rubbing his shaft into my, by this time, very willing crack asking me for the definitive time if I was sure. Before I could answer, he began nuzzling my ear.

I felt that if I lessened my control over myself in any way, and this included the normally simple (but now testing) task of conversing, I might just erupt again prematurely. Instead of answering him verbally I removed my hand from the heretofore Standard Position I had adopted since bending over (rhythmically squeezing my balls; I find it helps my concentration and allows me to hold on that much longer in times of rigorous duress and yes, this situation more than qualified) and laid them both flat upon the bonnet. I also raised my derriere up as high and as invitingly as I could.

This was my response and no summons, in my opinion, was ever communicated more succinctly.

He pulled my cheeks apart, this time for the grand finale.

"Poppa's coming home!" he exclaimed lustily just as he began easing that perfectly formed head of his inside of me.

Now this was the absolute BEST part of the whole Greek Style deal. That luscious feeling of his silky smooth mushroom-top probing me was bliss. I wanted it to go on never-ending, just his head popping in and out. I looked down at my own tool and was astonished to see it pulsating, visibly. I cried out, wanting to touch myself, needing to fist my own cock.

However, as much as I did long for him to fill me, some how my body ended up resisting him, closing in on itself and tightening.

"It's O.K. Honey, I know it hurts. Poppa's so big and your hole is so compact and small. It's going to be a tight fit. I can't stop now Nicky. I want you so much, man. I need you to open up for me. Just relax. Daddy's not going to hurt you...much. Here I come. Can you feel me? A little deeper every time. Uh, but you're fine and such a tiny little fuck hole. Oh yeah, that feels good. Tell me you want Poppa to make it bigger. Tell Poppa to stretch you open all the way. C'mon Nicky, Daddy's got to know you want it. Here's the magic words; Marco says 'Open Sesame'," and in he poked further and further.

He was really just reassuring me that he was going to keep on penetrating s-l-o-w-l-y and that I ought to just relax. Inane, I agree, but what else can one say in this situation?

I was easily able to detect the strain in his voice. It was costing him greatly to move at this stagnated pace yet he sounded determined to do what was best for me. He continued to pressure me gradually as well as maneuvering around to stroke me everywhere that I lusted for him. When he landed on my still tender-balls and mildly ran his finger along the skin just behind them, I found my clincher.

"Oh Marco do it, do it to me now," I yelled with abandon, flinging both hands around behind to roughly pull my cheeks apart as far as my fast diminishing strength would allow. He did not require telling twice. He plunged in, with me screaming loudly. The pain was severe. This was followed closely by the syrupy swish of his pumping. Marc prefers long, regularly paced thrusts, all the way in and then almost completely out so that each time he entered me again it seemed to be our first time once more, juicy head and all!

The width of his cock almost rent me in two but after eight or nine deep, delving strokes I started to really loosen up. Our match was so tight though!

"We're a perfect fit, Baby. Oh yeah! Poppa's found his little man," continued Marc throughout most of the event. It was a side of him I'd never heard of nor even contemplated before. I liked it, a lot.

"Well come on then, ugh (thrust in) Daddy. Show this naughty boy ugh (thrust in) just how big you REALLY are ugh ugh (two thrusts, quick succession)!" was my squealed response.

In and out, again and again, longer and then faster he rode me. Over and over, now with more speed but still all the way out and then plunging as far as he could within me. It felt to me as though he was a freight train traveling up my back passage when he snaked his hands up under my arm pits and gripped my shoulders, I assumed, for better traction and extreme immersion. His thrusts became ever stronger and seemed to all but puncture my internal organs.

That friction though, my friends; it's fucking unparalleled. I was a man defined by his genitalia (All right! That and his bruised anus!). Marco was totally in control. He was a steadfast thruster, almost dogged in his determination with forceful, decisive strokes, only faster and harder, like an automaton whose penetration was as deep as physically possible. I gradually became aware of the rapidity of his heartbeat through the contact of his cock up my ass. It seemed as though the air had thickened and I could barely breath. I heard myself distantly chanting his name.

In and out. In. "Marco, oh Marco." Hands resolutely staunch on my shoulders. And out. 'Ohhh MARCO." In again, deeper still. "MarcMarcMarco." Out. "Daddy Marco!" This is it. His fingertips were squeezing my nipples, twisting and pleasuring me far beyond my previous paltry delights. Inoutinoutinout in o..u..t and fucking in again. "Ahhahahah Mmmmmmmarco....."

I came myself for the second time and usually for me, my jism was nearly as dense as the first, almost not watery at all. I managed to shoot four times in splatters so hard that they landed underneath my own chin!

His balls rhythmically spanking my own were the last sweet sound I heard before I passed completely out.

When I came to, I was half crouched in the gutter with my pants still down. Marco was behind me, hugging me, rocking me and whispering sweet nothings in my ear. I immediately responded to the feeling of his body surrounding mine, protecting me from the world. The second observance to come to my beleaguered attention was that I could literally feel my bum leaking but yet, just knowing it was M's somehow made it less of an unpleasant concern. The throbbing, windsock impression was not as easily comforted though. He kissed me then gently, lovingly and I realised it seemed not so bad after all.

He was dressed I noticed and that made me sad. I hadn't thought myself capable of a third erection on that evening yet I bemoaned the fact I didn't get to at least slip my dick inside his asshole, even if but for a second, just to experience him.

"There'll be plenty of time for that, Nicky. I love you, I have loved you for years and I'm not going anywhere," he informed me with his reliable, gravely voice.

"Me too," I murmured sleepily. I was exhausted so M helped me up with my trousers and laid me carefully on the back seat. The last thing I unmistakably recall before falling into an exhausted sleep is pouting again reproachfully at him for dressing without me.

And that's it! Now, I am sitting here at my desk (on a very soft cushion), still at work hours after quitting time, relaying last night's antics in an concerted effort to regain some semblance of my former reality. I feel too wired to go home and yet by far and away too exhausted and distracted to complete these contracts. I continuously (some might say compulsively) recall his jism dripping from my battered body on the ride home. Whew! - Yep, that one little word sums up the whole situation for me tonight!

I must get up and move (though not too strenuously, Ladies and Germs, steady as she goes, Captain). I ought to start directing my mind back to the everyday, immerse myself back once more in MY life. I mean, who is to say that last night ever really happened at all...right? And if it did, why couldn't it have been merely an aberration, a one-off, if you will? Yeah, that's it. I've got a date tomorrow evening with a lovely little Scottish lassie. There's where I ought to be funneling my energies.

It's just that my nuts are like rocks and refuse to buy into any part of the party line I seem to be so interested in handing out to myself this evening! I have such an appetite for release.

I know! I'll give a mate a buzz, maybe head out for a few lagers, perhaps a side of wedges. I've actually got an undeniable craving for the special seasoned sour cream that they serve down there at the Quay.

I wonder if Marco's free? After all, if you can't rely on your best friend for a pint or two and lustful, earth-shattering blowjob or three, who can you put your faith in, eh?

Denial ain't just a river in Egypt, as the saying goes.

-The End-




Office Space



All I had to do was make it three more hours. My boss stands in front of us chanting "blah, blah, blah" at me and about twenty other co-workers, pointing a metal rod at some graph that makes absolutely no sense to me right now. This will be the third day I've had no sleep. I'm dizzy, starving, bored and beginning to hallucinate. The white walls begin to warp and twist into humoresque faces. My boss' height begins altering slightly. The boardroom seats start becoming carnivorous, noshing slowly on my butt cheeks. I giggle aloud for no reason, and it takes me a few moments to realize that my boss has ceased talking and now everyone is looking at me.

"Mr. Yan, take a few minutes and get some coffee from the front desk, hum?" My boss states in a near-monotone voice, folding the rod up and placing it down on the large oak conference table.

"Uh? Oh, sorry, Mr. Willard, I'm afraid I'm rather ill today." I wanted him to tell me to go home early, but with my boss, that was like asking the U.S. Government to give Saddam Hussein a tactical nuke for his birthday.

"Hum. We'll take a five-minute smoke break, alright?" Mr. Willard escorts the dozen or so stuffed shirts out the door, then turns to give me one last look. "Mr. Yan, I expect you to be a little more alert when we resume this meeting. I suggest you get a cup of coffee in the meantime, hum?"

I put my head down, feeling like I'm about to pass out from sheer exhaustion. "Yes, sir." He just nods at me and leaves, closing the door behind him. How did I get here? I started working for this stupid company about three months ago as a mailroom lackey. How I got promoted so quickly is beyond me. Sure, I was excited about it at the time, but the pressure they've been putting on me lately has been unreal. The thought of drinking another drop of coffee or popping another NoDoze makes me sick to my stomach, and yet those three more hours were staring me in the face and I felt as though I'd die before making it to the end of the day.

I begin drifting off, barely hearing the door click open. "Damon, are you alright?" I can't look up to see who it is, but the voice seems vaguely familiar. "Damon, c'mon, wake up." Whoever he is, he's shaking me awake. If I had the strength, I'd stand up and sock him in the teeth.

"Whaaaaat...?" I whine, glancing up to see Rowan Dansky, my immediate boss glaring at me with genuine concern in his washed-out blue eyes. Rowan and I are on a first-name basis. He is the only person I halfway trust in this backstabbing conglomerate of assholes, in fact, he was the one who originally got me this promotion. I've always thought him a little young to be heading a Computer Programming department, when in fact he's in his early 20's, mere months older than I, but he's a great boss and an even better human being. He's always gone out of his way to be nice to me.

Still keeping his hand on my shoulder, he glances at the door and slides a palm over his gelled black hair. "What's wrong with you, man? You look terrible. Willard just came up to me and told me you were laughing in here for no reason."

"I...need...sleep." I rub one of my bloodshot eyes and put my head back down, my shaggy black hair falling onto my wrinkled sleeves.

"I don't know if I can send you home, Damon, the big wig will have a sperm whale. You know, any other day when he's not around, you know I would..." He stops and I hear him sigh as he walks around to the back of my chair, squeezing my shoulders comfortingly. "I'll see what I can do, but I make no promises. You know how he is."

I lift my head just a little, putting a hand over one of his. "It's all I can ask...thank you."

He pauses for a long moment and merely sighs, rubbing my shoulders slightly. "No problem, Damon. Just please, go get some coffee or something. C'mon, sit up. I'll go bring you back a cup." He rubs my shoulders harder when he sees I'm not responding. I can hear a smile in his tone. "Alright, up-see-daisy now. C'mon, work with me here."

"Can't." I mumble. "Dying."

He takes a long, deep breath and sighs, slipping his hands off my shoulders. "Alright...look, I can get into trouble for this, but I'm going to take you into my office and you can rest there. I'll just have Martin brief you on the rest of the meeting tomorrow or something. Okay?" I nod slightly. He grabs me from under my arms and helps me to my feet with a soft grunt. I wrap an arm around him as he helps me out the door and across the hall to his small office. The room was just big enough for an L-shaped desk, a chair and about ten metal filing cabinets stacked on top of each other almost as sloppily as the mountain of papers on his desk and computer. He sits me down in his swivel chair and clears a little area for me to put my head down. He then glances out his door several times nervously. "Alright, stay here. If anyone asks, you feel nauseous and feverish. I'll go talk to Willard." He flips off the light so only the soft glow of the hallway light illuminates the room and takes off. That's when I pass out cold.

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"Damon?" I hear Rowan's soft voice and feel a gentle nudge to lull me from slumber. "C'mon, Damon, I let you sleep for as long as I could. You have to go home now." I open my eyes, rubbing the cobwebs from them. The whole place was dark and I could only make out a slight silhouette of Rowan's lean frame standing over me. For the first time today, I discover just how well he fills out that cotton blue button-down shirt.

"What...time is it?" I sit up, feeling worlds better than I had that afternoon.

He smiles at me, and there's a kindness there that makes me smile back at him without even realizing it. "It's almost 9. They're going to lock up the parking lot, so we'd better leave soon. C'mon, I'll walk you downstairs."

I stand up, stretching my arms and torso. "Why are you so good to me, Rowan?"

"Because you're so cute and loveable." He snickers, putting an arm around me as he walks me to the elevator.

I whip up the gayest voice I could muster to tease him back. "Oh, baby!" We both bust out laughing. I stop after a moment when I see him get his car keys out of his briefcase. "Shit! I forgot my bag! I'll be right back." I run off just as the elevator dings. He calls out after me to hurry up. I run over to my work station, which is basically just a few inches of desk with a big computer on it. I look for my bag but it isn't there. I think to myself that Rowan must've put it in his office so no one will go through my bag while I was asleep. Smart man. I quickly make my way over to his office and flip on the light so I don't have to go bumbling around in the dark looking for it. Low and behold, there it is, sitting right by the other side of his desk. As I bend down to retrieve it, I see a crumpled up piece of paper sticking out of the garbage with my name on it. Of course, I have to peek.

//To Whom It May Concern: I would like to respectfully recommend an employee of mine for the opening on your Board of Directors. His name is Damon E. Yan and he's been working for this company for just over three months. In that time span he has been promoted from mailroom clerk to personally assisting me in managing the Computer Programming Department. He has the potential to fill the shoes of retiree Arnold Manning and in my opinion; he will bring the success of this company to new and higher levels. Thank you for your consideration. Sincerely, Rowan P. Dansky Senior Programmer\\

Holy crap! Talk about going out of your way for someone...this is unbelievable! I suddenly felt embarrassed, thinking that the Board of Directors will believe I had him write this recommendation for me. I smooth out the paper and stick it in my bag, flipping the light out and running back to the elevator. He's still waiting for me inside, pressing the Open button.

"What took you so long?" He smiles as I rush into the elevator with him.

"Sorry, I couldn't find it. I finally found it hidden in your office." I mentally debate on whether or not to confront him about the letter I found.

"Yeah, I forgot to tell you, sorry." I wave it away like it's no big deal. "I'm glad you're feeling better. Oh- Martin took notes and he said he'd update you tomorrow, so try to get in a few minutes early. And get a good night's sleep tonight, for Pete's sake."

"I'll try." I pause for a moment, turning my head away from him. "Rowan, I'm serious. Why are you always so nice to me? You're not like this with anyone else, are you?"

I can feel his eyes on me, though my head is turned away. "I see potential in you, Damon. I just wish you were more ambitious, you know? You're always complaining that you're tired, you're hungry or you're sick. You do amazing work, but the truth is, you're just plain lazy." He smiles at me but his eyes display a bit of frustration, and he touches my arm gently, almost lovingly. "I mean...you just got promoted a month ago and you've already used up three days of sick leave. What's the matter with you, man?"

The elevator announces our arrival into the parking lot with a loud ding. "I don't know; I'm just not cut out for this job. To be honest, I liked it better in the mailroom. Not as much pressure and a lot more sleep."

"You can handle it, Damon, you just don't feel like it half the time. You gotta get your ass in gear if you wanna get anywhere in this world." He walks me all the way to my car. I barely look at him the entire way.

"Don't lecture me, Rowan. I'm just not as much of a go-getter as you are. I'm content to be a blue-collar lackey. I just don't dig all this corporate garbage."

He laughs, cutting me off. "Garbage?? Damon, this corporate 'garbage' will set you up for life! If you play your cards right, you could be pulling in a 6-figure income every year, have a house out in the Hamptons with a pool, a limo and send your girlfriend shopping 7 days a week and all your kids to ivy league schools!"

"First of all, I don't have a girlfriend and I ain't EVER having kids...and second, I'd be all too willing to give up a rich, snooty life for something a little more down to Earth if it means I'll be happy."

Rowan turns away dramatically for a moment then turns back to me. "I swear to God, I hate to see people waste potential because it's easier to sit on their ass!"

"Listen, if I wanted to climb the ladder in this company, I'd want to feel like I did it on my own merits," I yank out the letter and shake it in his face. "NOT because my boss takes it upon himself to sign me up for jobs he KNOWS I'm not qualified for and that I'll never live up to!" I toss the paper to the muddy concrete floor and get into my car, slamming the door on him. He doesn't say a word, he just stands there like someone just threw an egg in his face. I give him a nasty, contempt glare and peel out of the parking lot like a deranged maniac.

That night, I get no sleep at all. At a quarter after 1, I finally get up and get some tea. Sipping it slowly, my eyes stray over toward the phone. I think that maybe I should call Rowan up and apologize for being a dick, if for no other reason than keeping him as a friend. I go into my bag and pull out the piece of paper he'd written his phone number on and set it by the phone. He'd given his number to me the day I got promoted. He said if I ever needed anything, even if it's just to talk, he'd be there.

After two rings, he picks it up. "Hello?" He sounds wide awake.

"Rowan, please don't hang up. I'm sorry." He sighs into the phone, but doesn't respond. "I was a complete asshole. I know you're only looking out for me and you didn't deserve the verbal beating I gave you. Could I maybe take you out for lunch tomorrow to make up for it? You choose where."

"Can't do lunch tomorrow. Willard wants me to meet a few of his clients."

"Then tell me what I could do to make this better. Please?"

"I'm all booked up for the rest of this week."

"Alright, alright. We'll work something out then. I hope I didn't wake you up."

"No, I've been awake."

"I'm sorry. Is it because of what I said?" He doesn't answer. "Please, please, Rowan, let me make this up to you."

"Look...Damon." He pauses, as if gathering his thoughts. "You're right. I had no right pushing you the way I have been. Do things for yourself, at your own pace. I promise I won't get involved anymore. Okay?"

I rake my hand through my hair in frustration. "No, I swear, I didn't mean any of that. I really do appreciate what you're trying to do for me." Just then, I hear something in the background, almost like a baby crying. "Rowan, is that your kid or something?"

"Tootsie, my Chihuahua. She makes noises like a dying baby when I get noticeably upset." His tone is suddenly cold and rude.

I sigh deeply, rubbing my face, trying to think of a way I can get back into this man's good graces. "Hey, Rowan, what are you doing...like right now?"

"Right now? I dunno, watching TV on mute and talking to you. Why?"

"Let's go out. Let me take you out for some coffee and a bite to eat." I hear him snicker in disbelief. "C'mon, we'll make it a night out. We'll get the food to go, take it to the boardwalk and hang out. You can even bring Tootsie."

He chuckles. "Only if she can bite your ankles off, you jackass."

I laugh in return. "Alright, I deserved that."

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This was a notion, Rowan in plain clothes. I had never seen him in anything but business attire, and here he is, sitting next to me on a deserted beach wearing a sweater and ripped jeans. I'm sitting next to him in basically the same thing and using my vinyl jacket as a beach towel. Since my jacket is so small, we're sitting as close to each other as we can get. It was closer than I've ever been to another man, and I'm rather enjoying it. I find myself glad he decided to leave the dog at home. All the gel has been washed out of his cropped short hair, and the wind makes it dance slightly with every subtle gust.

"Oh my God, this is amazing!" Rowan squeals in delight with a mouth full of Beef Chow Fun. We're basically dipping our chopsticks into one large take-out portion, which we're sharing. "We have to get food from here again...this is...incredible!"

"Mm. I told you...Chinese people know good Chinese restaurants. If you want to locate a good place to eat Chinese food, look for all the Asian people. It's a known fact."

"I'll take that advice, thank you. Wait...is this where I say that if you want to find a place with good burgers, look for all the rednecks?" We both laugh our asses off. We also decided to pick up a few beers on the way to the boardwalk, and so far, I'm on my second and he picks up his forth bottle from its nesting place in the sand and drains the rest of it.

"It's such a beautiful night, isn't it?" I smile, inhaling the salty air, closing my eyes. When I open them, he's looking at me with a slight smile. His blue eyes sparkle and his grin lengthens. He opens his mouth to say something, but all he can seem to do is smile at me. "What?" I grin back, somewhat nervously.

"Yeah, it's beautiful." He giggles childishly. The soft moonlight dances in his eyes like a pair of wild flames. He glances down, still smiling. "I also think I've had a bit too much to drink."

"The food should soak it up. C'mon, Rowan. You want to tell me something, I can feel it, now what's wrong?" I put my arm around him and he shrugs shyly.

"I..." He snickers again, then looks up at me somewhat seriously. "Damon, tell me honestly, how do you feel about me?" He glares into my eyes again, his gaze darting from one to the other.

"Feel about you? I don't know, you're probably the nicest guy I've ever met. You're funny, brilliant, ambitious and always there when I need you. What exactly are you looking for here?"

His gaze becomes soft, almost...sad. He shuts his eyes tight and for a moment, I could swear he's about to cry. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..." He shrugs my arm away and gets up, walking a few feet away with his back turned to me. "I'm a real idiot, I swear, I should have never done this."

I immediately get up after him, running in front of him, grabbing him by both shoulders. "Rowan, what are you talking about? I thought we were having a good time."

He gives me a pathetic, forced smile, his eyes flood with held-back tears. "Oh, grow up, Damon. You think I looked out for you out of the goodness of my heart? If there's one thing you're gonna have to learn from the business world, is that EVERYONE has an ulterior motive." He points into my chest dramatically, tears drip from his eyes and down his flushed cheeks. My face goes blank. "I never really cared about your potential. I wanted you to like me so I could get into your pants!" He bursts out sobbing at this, hugging himself tightly. "I wanted you the moment I saw you. I was so crazy about you I went and got you a job working directly under me." He watches me stand there looking at him vacantly. "Don't you get it? I had you promoted so I could be with you! I'm not 'nice', I used you and I'm so sorry, Damon."

I turn my face away slightly, my hands sliding from his shoulders, drooping limply at my sides. "You...I mean...if you wanted me so bad, why haven't you ever hit on me? Or invited me to your place or something? Why wait until now?"

"I don't know, Damon. Maybe because you're really sweet and innocent, and every moment I speak to you makes me feel like a perverted scuzzbucket? I don't know!"

I look him in the eyes again, and see how much this is killing him. He looks like he wants the Earth Itself to open up and swallow him whole. I use my thumb to wipe one of his tear-streaked cheeks. I smile and gently touch his hips. He merely blinks at me, dumbfounded. "Did you ever think that maybe deep down, I knew what was going on? And maybe, just maybe...I wanted you too?" His expression softens noticeably at this. He reaches out with a hand and gingerly caresses my cheek. My eyes flutter closed at the contact, and I whisper to him almost inaudibly, "Go on, say it. Tell me."

After a moment, he presses his cheek gently to mine, holding the other side of my face, wrapping the other arm around me. His lips lightly brush my ear and I feel his hot breath tease my sensitive flesh. "I need you, Damon. I need you so fucking bad and I think I'm falling in love with you and I've been scared to death you'd reject me and be disgusted with me and quit, and then I'd never see you again. I can't handle that, Damon, I'd have rather just shut up and be friends with you than be honest and risk losing you." He huffs a little, then sniffs loudly. "And now I've gone and spilt my guts and you're still here." He chuckles a little through his tears.

"Yeah, I know. What the hell am I thinking?" I pull back a little and kiss his lips firmly. I don't know what comes over me. I've never kissed a guy before, but something about it just feels right. He kisses back gently, opening his mouth just a little, testing the waters. Matching his movements, I turn my head slightly to the side and nudge his lips open wider, teasing the tip of his tongue with my own. Within mere moments, our hands are roaming all over each other's bodies and we're French-kissing passionately. He lets a soft moan escape his lips in between kisses, and explores the soft, chilled flesh underneath my shirt with both hands, letting them roam smoothly over my back and waist.

"Oh God, Damon...I need you so fucking bad." He moans out breathlessly, only breaking contact with my lips for a brief moment. His brows are knit with pleasure and his eyes are glossy with lust. His kisses move down my face to my neck, as his hands move up my body from underneath my shirt. Again, he tests the waters, not wanting to take things too far. In all honesty, right now he has nothing to worry about. He licks and sucks at my neck, and I grip onto him desperately. My whole body shudders in response, and goose bumps start popping up everywhere from him tantalizing my sensitive skin.

I wrap an arm around his slim waist and pull his torso into mine, letting him feel how hard my cock has gotten from what he's doing to me. I grind my hips into his, making sure he feels the aching bulge in my jeans. "See what you're doing to me?" I grunt out, grabbing his ass and using that to help pull him into me instead. He merely chuckles a little and continues to ravage my over-stimulated neck. "Aww, fuck..." I groan out in pleasure, grab a fistful of his dark hair and force him to keep sucking. "That's it, keep going. God, you're making me crazy with that." My words encourage him to become bolder, and he wastes no time lifting my shirt over my head and removing his own, lying them down on the sand for us to have a wider place to sit. He eases me down into a sitting position and leans me back over his lap, supporting the back of my head with one arm, using the other to explore my bare chest and continuing to suck and nibble the places he was unable to get to before. When he gets to my nipple, my whole body jumps. I suck in through my teeth and grab the back of his head.

He glances up just enough to see my face. "Whoa, are you okay??"

"Ugh...I'm great, please, don't stop!" I moan loudly, pushing his head back onto my erect nipples. "That's fucking amazing, Rowan."

He smiles and dips his head back down, this time nibbling on it, making me thrash and cry out loudly. I wrap both arms around his neck to help support myself. His free hand unzips my fly and explores eagerly under the waistband of my underwear, eventually finding my purple cock head with the very tips of his fingers. I groan out in ecstasy as he uses my watery precum to tease the bloated crown, making it slightly sensitive. I pull him down on top of me with both arms, then begin struggling with his zipper so I could have a cock of my own to stroke. In response, he yanks my pants and my underwear to my knees in one smooth motion, leaving my body exposed, vulnerable and slightly chilled. He straddles my thighs, sits up and looks down at my body greedily. He then wraps his warm fist around my throbbing dick and strokes it slightly using the foreskin.

I open his fly and take his beautiful piece of cut meat into my trembling hands and admire it for a while, tracing my fingers over every accentuated vein, eventually rubbing my palm over the perfectly-shaped crown. He lets out a moan that sounds so gritty and sexy, it makes my cock jump in his grasp. I let my palm slide gracefully over the head once more, and he bites his lower lip, looking down at me with a hungry expression.

"Don't tease me like that, it drives me nuts." I just smile in return and do it again. He uses one hand to pull my foreskin all the way back to the hilt, then spits in the other, using the wet hand to stroke me off. The sudden sensation of his expert handjob makes me gasp out and throw my head back, moaning at the top of my lungs. "Oh yeah, you like that? God, you're so fucking sexy." My head swims and his words seem to echo slightly. I'm just reeling from this overload of pleasure. He stops stroking me but keeps one hand holding my foreskin all the way back. I glance down and watch him climb down on me and slide my raging member into his warm, slick mouth.

"Ohhhyessss!" I hiss out through clenched teeth, grabbing his head with both hands. I've had a few women go down on me before, but none with this much skill and passion. It feels so overwhelmingly sensitive, I think for a moment that I won't be able to take it, but all I want is more. I can feel my heart pounding in my throat and my nipples more erect than they've ever been. I don't know if it's the chill in the air or from what Rowan's doing to my overworked cock. I roll my small, dark nipples around with a thumb and forefinger, heightening the whole experience. "Huuhhgod...if you keep that up...I'm gonna cum!" I emphasize by moving his head into the strokes with a hand, bucking my hips so that I'm fucking his face. He reaches under with his free hand and gently rolls my balls around, inching a finger closer towards my ass. "Rowan, I'm serious...I'm really fucking close!" He merely moans against the hot flesh of my strained cock, glancing up at me with a grin in his eyes. I feel a stream of drool caress my balls and drip downwards, and he dips his wandering fingers into it. I shut my eyes tight, feeling myself reach the absolute brink of orgasm, and that amazing feeling is coupled by the sensation of his wet finger toying lightly with the outside of my asshole. For a few moments, I can't moan, I can't even breathe. My eyes roll back in my head and my whole body clenches and shudders as the most incredible orgasm I've ever felt thunders and lightings inside of me, washing over me body and soul. Just as I begin the release, he pushes his hot finger all the way into me as far as it would go. I grip his hair desperately, screaming out, straining my lungs as his mouth is flooded with white-hot streams of passion; one after another, after another. He withdraws his finger midway through and pushes it all the way back into me as I ride out the remainder of the orgasm, and finally, he pulls it out slowly as my raspy cries dull into heated gasping and panting.

"Mmm..." Rowan remarks, lapping up what had managed to escape the sides of his mouth during my eruption from my stomach and thighs. Feeling completely spent and drained, all I could do was lie there and pant helplessly. "How do you feel?" He purrs lowly to me, massaging my inner thighs with his thumbs. I grunt softly, unable to come up with an appropriate enough word for what I had just experienced. "Ooh, look at you lying there all helpless, just begging for someone to come over and take advantage of your weakened state." He muses, climbing back on top of me, licking my lips sensually. He takes his still fully erect cock in his hands and begins masturbating slightly, biting his lip at me. "I need you, Damon." He moans in my ear, a hint of desperation in his voice. "Suck me, jerk me off, anything...just please..."

I cut him off with a deep, passionate kiss. He wraps both arms around me tightly, pressing into me to emphasize his urgency. Feeling his heated, overly-aroused body this close to me is getting my spent cock erect again. "I've never been with a guy before; I don't know what to do." I blurt out stupidly. He grips my growing prick and strokes it to full hardness once more, smothering the remainder of my thick cum all over it.

"Lay down." He grunts impatiently. When I do, he hovers over my cock, pointing it straight up over his ass. "Remember to be gentle." I grip the base and help him aim it right. "Oh, stroke me off, baby." He moans aloud when I begin working his meat with a clenched fist. He slowly sits on my cock and I groan out wildly as I feel it slide into his warm, welcoming ass. "Keep stroking it, that's it." He nestles into my lap for a few moments, trying to get comfortable. I continue to pump his pulsating member steadily, reveling in how good this feels. He withdraws about halfway, then sits down fully again.

"Aw, fuck!" I cry out. "Ride it, Rowan, ride my prick!" He leans over me slightly and gets into a slow but steady rhythm. I grab him by the waist and guide his ass onto my dick. He hunches over and slams up and down on it more and more vigorously, and the harder he rides me, the harder I stroke him off. He wraps his fist around mine, slowing my strokes down and eventually pulling my hand off his cock entirely.

"Just fuck me, Damon, please. Let me feel your thick cock impale my ass." I shut my eyes as he rides me fully now, pulling it almost all the way out and ramming it back in. I grab his hips with both hands, guiding them, squeezing them urgently. His hands rest on my shoulders, and he grips them tightly with each thrust. He throws his head back and moans loudly as he lets me violate him. Suddenly, one of his hands resumes working his own cock and I can feel his whole body begin to tense and pulse.

"You gonna cum, baby? You gonna shoot your load all over my chest?" I groan through clenched teeth, feeling not that far off myself. His body thrashes and bucks wildly as I spear my cock deep into his hole. His brows knit and his mouth opens wide in a silent cry of pleasure.

"Oh GOD, here I cum, all over you - OH GOD!" His prick swells and thick ribbons of pearled seed shoot wildly from his purple cock head. He shuts his eyes tight and screams out, his voice hoarse and guttural from the strain. The ring in his ass tightens completely around my still-thrusting dick, hitting it just right, bring me over the edge as well. I dig my nails into his sweaty ass cheeks as I pump my hot load deep inside his stomach with a heightened roar of my own. He collapses lifelessly on top of me and we're both left spent and utterly breathless.

It takes us a while to finally get up, strip the rest of the way and wash off in the ocean, and it gives us both a chance to get the sand out from where it didn't belong. We talk for a bit about work, of all things, and we make a decision that it's best if no one found out about us. I would be promoted to Rowan's personal assistant, helping him in more ways than one, as long as we remain discreet. I wouldn't be expected to do much computer or technical work, which gave me less of a workload. In return, I promise him I'd be on time at work, every single day. My job description included everything from filing to answering phones, to getting coffee and even spending a few hours under his desk. Of course, he'd make sure I have a lot of work to finish at home too. All in all, I think this is the start of a beautiful friendship. Where things will go from here, I'm not sure, but I'm suddenly feeling a lot more ambitious about it.

-The End-




Halloween Treat



It was 1987. I was married to my first wife and living in a small town in the south of Alberta. My wife and I had been invited to a costume party at my brothers' house in Calgary. As much as we would know nobody at the party other than Ron my wife was anxious to go so we agreed. She had decided to dress as Vampirella and I went as the bearded lady from the circus.

With my flowered dress and water balloon tits we went down to my brothers' rec room and met the other guests. Every one was introduced and I made my way to the bar anticipating another boring evening with drunken strangers.

As the night wore on one particular man seemed to find great humor in asking me to dance with him. His wife would laugh each time he would lead me onto the floor and we would dance together. My wife would encourage me on thinking it was a great joke.

He was much bigger than me, about 6'2" and close to 200lb. As we danced I could not help but notice the size of his hands and how they felt on my back. As the night wore on and the drinks continued he danced closer and closer to me until I was being held tightly against him. I could feel his chest flatten out my water filled breasts and his hips move tight to mine. I found that as each dance ended I started to look forward to the next time he asked me to dance, rekindling old desires that I had put away when I got married.

As much as I enjoyed his attention I was not prepared when he pulled me close and I could feel the unmistakable bulge of a hardening cock pushed into me. At first I pulled back from him, shocked and surprised. With a quick glance around to assure myself that no one had noticed I moved my hips forward into him. I was sure he could feel my cock harden against his as we danced and I felt him roll his now hard cock against mine, pulling me harder into him.

My first thought was how thankful I was that it was fairly dark in the rec room. How was I going to walk away with this hardon tenting the front of my dress? Did anyone notice this man grinding his cock into me? Fear overcame lust and I decided to keep as far away as I could for the rest of the evening. As the song ended he pulled me hard into him rubbing his cock into mine before letting go. With that I quickly retreated to the safety of the bar. My brother was playing bar tender and mentioned that we were almost out of ice so I volunteered to fill the bucket upstairs in the kitchen.

It was a relief to be out of there and have a few minutes to think of what had happened and get control of myself. I took the bag of ice from the fridge and began breaking it up in the sink when I heard footsteps behind me. I thought nothing of it until a pair of arms wrapped themselves around me and a hard cock was ground into my ass. He dropped his hands down to my cock and started stroking me through the dress and my underwear as he ground himself into me. His hands felt so good on my cock that I pushed my ass back into him hard, encouraging him, not wanting him to let go.

With one hand he suddenly pushed me over the counter and held me there while pulling up my dress with the other. I could hear the sound of his zipper being pulled down and started to panic. Next he pulled down my underwear and stepped back into me. I could feel his cock pressed up against my bare ass now, big, hard and hot and realized that if I didn't stop him he wanted to fuck me right there.

Squirming away from him I had intended to escape back downstairs until I saw the big piece of meat he was holding. About 8 ½" of very thick cut cock with a huge mushroom head stared back at me and I froze. My mind screamed get out but my desire begged me to stay. Desire won out. I told him to follow me and went out the door to the backyard. He followed me to the end of the yard where the garage at least offered some cover and shadow.

Grabbing his cock I told him that I would suck him off but that I was not taking that monster up my ass dry. With one hand I slowly stroked his cock while rubbing the head with the other. Staring into his eyes I asked him if he wanted to cum in my mouth right now and was pleased with the way his cock jerked in my hand then and the feel of precum on his head. Instead of answering he just pushed me down to my knees in front of him and said, "suck it".

Running my tongue around the head of his cock licking up the precum I opened my mouth around the head and started sucking. The head of his cock stretched my lips and filled my mouth, the thick shaft coming to rest on my lips. As I closed my lips around his cock he grabbed my head and started pumping his cock into me, fucking my face. I kept sucking his cock, tonguing the head and shaft as he kept pumping his cock into my mouth. Choking and gagging on the big cock in my mouth I tried to slow him down but he was to close to cumming. His cock seemed to expand in my mouth and he quickened his stroke and started shooting thick hot loads of cum into my throat. I sealed my lips tight around his cock and began swallowing ever thing he gave me. After about 5 minutes I could feel his cock soften in my mouth and he pulled back. Without a word he zipped up and headed back to the house. Before entering he turned and said, "thanks I needed that" and went inside. I followed and went to the washroom to wipe up any excess sperm that I had missed.

Retrieving the ice from the sink I returned to the party, happy for the experience and thankful that it was over without a spectacle being made and we both acted as if nothing had happened. It was about and hour before he again asked me to dance again. By this time I was sure that all would be ok. As we danced he told me that his wife did not like to suck cock and apologized for being so eager. I accepted his apology and told him that I had enjoyed sucking his cock, that it had been a long time. As we danced and talked I could feel his cock again growing hard against me. I pushed into him and told him that I thought he was trying to fuck me in the kitchen not get a blow job. With that his cock sprung up thick and hard against mine.

For the next while I would find his eyes on me every time I turned in his direction. Looking around the room most people, including my wife, were sitting around to drunk to stand or passed out. Taking the opportunity I approached him for a dance, moving in very tightly to him. Waiting for him to start rubbing his cock against me I asked if he would like to go outside again. He asked if I wanted to suck his cock again and in response I asked what is he wanted. All he said was "are you serious"? I could feel his cock jerking against me and told him to give me 5 minutes.

I rushed upstairs to my brothers' bathroom and had a quick look for vaseline but could only find his girlfriends hand cream. Grabbing it I went outside to wait by the garage. In seconds the door opened and out came my new lover, looking carefully around and then hurrying over to me. I opened his pants and pulled out his hard cock. Using the pump I covered his cock with lotion leaving large gobs of it on his head, then turned, pulled up my dress, down my underwear and using my arms leaned into the garage.

As I felt the head of his cock slide over my ass I told him to go slow or he would rip me open with a cock that big. He seemed to understand as he slowly rubbed the greasy head of his cock against my asshole then slowly started pushing. I tried to relax as the big mushroom head entered me but I still let out a loud groan as he sank into me, surprised by how huge his cock felt sliding into me. He kept a steady pressure until his balls were tight to my ass and his cock was buried in me. He then pulled back until just the head was inside me and again started the long steady stroke back into my ass. He fucked me for a good 20 minutes like this, enjoying the feeling of my tight ass wrapped around hi cock. Then dropping his hands to my hips he increased his stroke pulling my hips back into him as he started fucking me fast and hard. I could feel his breath ragged on my neck and his body shaking against me and knew he was close. With a final thrust he buried his cock deep up my ass and started moaning. I could feel his big cock jerking and swelling in my ass as he filled me with his cum.

Pumping a bit more into me as he finished he collapsed against me allowing his cock to soften in my ass as his sperm started dripping out. As he pulled out I could feel the cum pouring from my ass, loving the feeling. As he pulled up his pants I pulled my underwear back up trapping his cum in me. As we walked back to the house he said that maybe we can do this again sometime. As much as I agreed I knew that we would probably not get another chance.

I woke my wife up and told her we were going. On the way home she would smell the air and ask what was that smell in the car. I didn't know how to tell her that it was from a man who never told me his name but left his sperm in my ass.

-the end-



Thursday, May 29, 2008

Day After The Dragonfly




There is something very comfortable about waking up with a mans hand resting on your crotch. Maybe more so today because it hasn't happened for me for a very long time.

The hand belongs to T.J. I met him yesterday in the sauna at the gym. Within an hour we were back here at his place. That's not like me. We had been checking each other out. Then he remarked on my dragonfly tattoo. Our conversation got playful. We came back here. Suddenly we couldn't keep our hands off each other. And MAN can this guy kiss.

When he started licking and kissing my feet and sucking on my toes it blew me away. NEVER experienced that before. Fuck it was a turn on. His oral skills go beyond kissing and toe sucking. I shot my load into his mouth three times last night. Twice we were doing 69.

He's got a real sweet cock too. Somewhere between six and seven inches I'd guess. Very suckable.

Oh my. He couldn't have been snoring like that last night. I wouldn't have gotten any sleep. But he looks awfully cute.

I wonder if he's into anal sex. I'd really like to feel his cock in my ass. Well, I've got to move his hand because I need to get up to pee. Careful now, don't want to wake him up. Now to ease myself out of the bed. Good. He's still asleep, didn't even break the rhythm of his snoring.

I'll just pick up my clothes and take them with me to the bathroom. Pull down my shorts. Ah, that feels better. While I'm in here I may as well take a shower. Off with the shorts , then. Warm but not warm enough. A little more hot water. Yes. that's the right temperature. Oh yes. That feels so good. Soap. Lather. Rinse my front. Rinse behind. Shampoo? Oh, there it is. Shampoo and conditioner in one bottle. Okay. What's that? Oh. T.J. woke up after all. He's brushing his teeth.

"I've got a toothbrush that hasn't been used yet. I'll leave it here on the sink. It's the red one." he has to raise his voice to be heard over the shower.

I call out, "thanks." and start washing my hair. T.J. starts shaving. Hmm. He uses an electric razor. I finish showering about the time he finishes shaving. I open the shower door and grab a towel. He starts to take a pee. I don't know if he feels comfortable with me or if he just has to go. I remember that there is just the one bathroom in the house. He's washing his hands as I've finished drying myself and step out of the shower.

He says, "I'll go fix us some breakfast. Hope you like scrambled eggs."

"I do," I say, "but wait just a minute, please." I step to the sink and quickly brush my teeth. I then pull his face down to mine and kiss him. He responds with enthusiasm.

"I suppose breakfast could wait." he says.

I take him by the hand and lead him to the bed we both just left. I pull him into my arms and kiss him again. I reach down and take his cock in my hand. I whisper in his ear, "I want this sweet cock of yours hard and I want it up my ass. That okay with you?"

"Yes, Dirk, yes. I want to fuck you." and I can tell he means it because his cock is getting harder in my hand.

And now we're laying on the bed kissing and I'm stroking his cock. Oh god. It's beautiful.

"Dirk," he says, "I'm ready. There's some lube in the drawer of the end table." I get the lube and pour it in my hand. I slather it on his cock. I straddle him, my cock pointed at his stomach. I feel the tip of his cock-head against the hole of my ass. I lower myself and feel the penetration and I moan.

I push down a little further and we both moan. I push down slowly letting his cock fill me. Oh god yes. With his cock filling my ass I lean forward pressing my own cock into his stomach and I kiss him again.

Then I rock forward and back, a gentle motion, rocking on his cock, letting his cock slide in and out by maybe half an inch.

I rock myself a little more vigorously sliding about half the length of his cock. I sit up and use my knees a little more and ride the full length of him. With my ass in his lap I feel every inch of his cock filling me. Then I pull up until only his cock-head remains. A couple times his cock gets out completely but T.J. repositions it. Then I lower myself again. I ride his cock faster and faster. Each time it fills me it feels more amazing than the last time and when he cums inside me I cry out in joy.

We lay there afterward and he gently strokes my cock. Oh god. I think I'm falling in love with this man.

-The End-





The Day My Luck Changed

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I could not believe my luck, first my car breaks down in the middle of nowhere and now it looks like I'm going to get caught in a rainstorm. Well let me introduce myself my name is Rich and I am on my way from California to visit my brother in New Mexico. I had been driving for about five hours when the car started acting up.

These cars today are so complex you really don't know what to look for under the hood. When I came to a wide place along side the road I pulled over, I was carrying my cell phone with me so I was not worried, I just needed to call the auto club and arrange to have the car towed into the next town. After looking at my maps I figured I was only about twenty-five miles or so from Phoenix Arizona. I went ahead and made the call and was informed that a tow truck would reach my location in about thirty min's.

The tow truck showed up a few minute's faster than I expected and within fifteen minute's he had my car loaded on his truck and we were on our way. I had the driver take my car to the nearest Chevy dealer. After getting the car in the shop and being informed it would be ready the next afternoon I asked about local motels to stay in, as it turned out motel row was just a couple of blocks from the dealership. So just as a light rain started to fall I grabbed my suitcase from the trunk and started to walk to the nearest hotel which turned to be a Holiday Inn Express.

It was still before five in the afternoon so the hotel still had a few vacancies, I checked into my room and was pleased that it was in the back of the hotel which I really prefer as it is always quieter when you want to get some sleep. After a quick shower I went to the desk and asked if there were any movie theaters and also a descent restaurant in the area, I was in luck on both. Just about a block and a half away was a Denny's.

And not to far from the restaurant was a small movie complex. I bought a paper from the machine outside and went in to have something to eat. While waiting for my order to arrive I checked out the movie times for that movie theater and also looked to see if they had anything I hadn't watched yet .No such luck in that department. Have been to all the shows that were playing, but they were still showing Load of the Rings, so decided that I would see it again.

After paying my bill I went outside, pleased that at least things were looking up a little the rain had stopped and the sky was starting to clear. I walked over to the box office and purchased my ticket to the show. I was early so I was able to get a seat in the back row, my favorite place in the theater, usually the kids liked to sit in front. So it was much quieter in the backs rows. The theater started to fill up fast and soon there were just a few seats left.

Just a few min's before the movie started a nice looking older Gentleman asked if the seat beside me was open. I smiled and said "its all yours buddy," he looked to be about fifty or just a hair older but he was dressed nice and looked like a friendly person.

He smiled back and said "great I was worried about getting here late and having a problem finding a seat." He reached out his hand as he sat and said "Hello my names Bob" I took his hand and shook it and introduced myself and explained that I was from out of town and described the situation with my car.

He laughed and said "man I have been in that situation before myself, hope it all works out o.k. For you." Just then the theater lights started to lower and the previews appeared on the screen, about a third of the way though the movie he shifted his weight in his seat and his leg came into contact with mine and he made no attempt to move it. Funny how such innocent things as a leg touching yours could make your leg feel like it was on fire.

My mind was working overtime thinking all kinds of things; Of course I was sure he was doing this by accident. I had never been with another man before so that was the furthest thing from my mind. Then it happened! He gently placed his hand on my upper thigh; I practically jumped out of my seat. My mind was now going nuts with all kinds of thoughts. Now what to fuck do I do, what's this asshole think he's doing.

I turned and looked at him with the question on my lips what to hell do you think you are doing, but it never got past my lips, his hand slid up and rested on my cock. Now the thought s I was getting were with my other head, he whispered in my ear. "I would love to show you a nice time while you're here, after the movie maybe you would like to have a drink and get to know one another better?" I could not believe this was happening to me,

Hell I have always been mister straight never even thought about being with another man, he started rubbing his hand softly back and forth over my cock I finally had to reach out and remove his hand. He whispered he was sorry and he would leave me alone. I looked at him and said that's not it, "It's just that your hand is driving me nuts and if you don't stop I will cum in my pants."

I mustered up the courage and said "you know I have seen this movie before so If you would like to go get that drink I could sure use one right now." He didn't say a word just got up and left the theater, I got up and followed him thinking to myself what to fuck am I doing, but at that second not really caring, the head in my pants was doing the thinking now.

Outside he showed me to his car and asked if I had a place we could go, I looked at him and said "I'm new to this and scared as hell but if you would like I have a room at the Holiday Inn just a couple of blocks over." I got into his car and he pulled out of the lot, just a little ways down the road he stopped at a small store and went in and picked up something for us to drink and then he smiled and said "some other supplies."

We went straight to the room after that, as soon as we got inside he turned to me and gave me the hottest kiss I think I have ever had, his tongue slid into my mouth and I swear he licked the back of my throat and every damn nerve I had in my mouth was on fire. He then reached out and grabbed my belt and unbuckled it and then unzipped my pants, my pants slipped past my hips and fell in a heap on the floor. My cock was straining against the material of my underwear; he slipped his fingers under the waistband of my shorts and gently started to slip then off, as he pulled them down my legs he slowly went to his knees.

My cock now being free of the shorts jumped forward and in the blink of an eye my cock was engulfed in his waiting mouth. I could not believe the way he was sucking my cock into his mouth. I've had blowjobs from girlfriends before and from my wife but nothing to compare with this.

His tongue was licking under the head of my cock and my knees were getting weak. I finally just fell to the floor. My pants around my feet and my cock in Bob's mouth, It was all to much for me I could not hold off any longer, I warned Bob I was going to cum but he just sucked harder, then I felt one of his fingers pushing at my ass, he pushed it in just a little and that was the thing that put me over the edge, my hips pushed forward and my cum just starting to spurt out into his waiting lips,

After a couple of minute's just laying there on the floor Bob stood up and offered me his hand to help me up, He smiled and asked "hey man you alright." I just smiled back at him and said "fuck that was incredible, I feel completely drained." Bob just grinned and said "you haven't felt anything yet." He smiled and said lets go take a shower and then we can come back and have a drink and relax for a bit.

When we walked into the bathroom I had to laugh a little I was completely naked and Bob was still dressed, Well at least for a second, he undressed and I glanced down at his cock, it was not erect but it looked like it was about the same as mine, about seven inches when hard. He turned the water on and we both stepped into the shower.

Bob was behind me and he grabbed the washrag and soap and started to wash my back, I couldn't believe how great a feeling it was as he moved the washrag down and washed the crack of my ass and even put a finger in a little and washed my ass hole. Soon he reached around my waist and as he leaned tightly against my back his cock was pressed against my ass as he started to wash my chest I could feel his cock starting to get hard, he reached as far around me as he could and started to wash my cock and under my balls.

This was all starting to feel incredible, I was starting to think my bad luck with the car was turning out to be good luck for me. Finally Bob stopped washing me and stepped back and let the water from the shower wash the soap off me. He slapped me playfully on the ass and said "why don't you get out and dry off, I will be with you in just a min." "Hey maybe you could pour us a couple of drinks." After I dried off I grabbed my robe from my suitcase and put it on.

I went to the bag that Bob had brought from the store and I found a bottle of brandy and some bags of chips and some snacks. Then I looked into the bag closer and found a box of condoms and a tube of KY jelly. I poured the drinks into the glasses on the table and waited for Bob to come out and join me. He walked out of the bathroom wearing just a towel and a grin. As he approached me I lifted up his glass and he took it and drank a small sip. He smiled and looked me in the eyes and said "well what do you think now? Are you o.k., with what happened"?

I replied that yes I enjoyed it very much but I had never been in this position before and was really unsure of myself, "I would really like to please you and get you off but im a little scared." Bob just smiled and said "well what do you think you want to do?"

I looked at him sitting in the chair on front of me with just a towel around his waist and said "I would like to try sucking you off," as I was saying this I got up and moved down to the floor in front of Bobs chair. I reached out and pulled the towel away and right in front of me was Bob's cock, still not erect but I sure wanted to change that. I leaned forward and very slowly put my lips around his cock, it was strange feeling I had my mouth around another mans dick and it was starting to stir, I could feel it growing inside my mouth, I licked it under the shaft just like Bob had done, it didn't take very long till Bobs dick was hard as a rock. I pulled back and looked at his dick for a second, and then I started to lick it sort of like a Popsicle,

I was surprised at the taste of his dick I really did not know what to expect but it didn't have a bad taste at all. Then a drop of pre cum came out of the end of his cock, I reached out to it with my tongue and licked it into my mouth, and it didn't have a bad taste either. I placed one of my hands under Bob's balls and slowly massaged them as I licked of my newfound Popsicle.

Bob began to moan and raise his hips ever so gently, so I took his cock fully into my mouth and slowly moved my head up and down, Bobs hips started to move matching the motion of my head, I pushed one of my fingers under his ass as he had done to me and the reaction was the same as mine, he was starting to buck up and down harder and then he yelled he was going to cum, I had come this far so I wanted to try to swallow his cum, as he exploded I was able to swallow most of it but some spilled out and ran down my chin.

After he finished he fell back in the chair and smiled looking up at me and saying "you were wonderful, I can't believe you have never done this before." I smiled back at him and said "well I guess I have just discovered a new talent." "You sure have" Bob remarked. Bob then jumped up from the chair and threw himself on to the bed. I laughed and said "how old are you again." He smiled and said "well you have made me feel a hell of a lot younger today my friend."

I sat down beside him on the bed and asked him if maybe he would like a back rub, He said that would be great so I went into the bathroom and found in the courtesy basket a small bottle of lotion. I rejoined Bob on the bed and put some lotion on his back I rubbed the lotion into his shoulders and soon he was moaning again the same as he had a few min's ago so I knew it must be feeling good. I rubbed his lower back next and then his legs, I then asked him to roll over so I could rub his chest.

He still had a nice chest and his nipples were pointing up at me so naturally I had to try them, I sucked one at a time into my lips and licked them, But then I thought I better get back to business, I rubber his chest, and moved to his stomach and then to the fronts of his legs, as all this was taking place his dick had started to harden just a little and a large drop of fluid was starting to drip from the head of his cock, I bent forward and with my tongue I licked his cock clean. I was really surprised at my self I could not believe how good the feeling was having another mans cock in my mouth.

I know it sounds silly but I just knew this something that I would be doing from now on. And I had this wonderful man I had just met to thank for it. I continued to just lick at Bobs cock and watched it grow right in front of my eyes, He had a great looking cock it was nice and smooth with a pink head that just looked like it should be licked and that was just what I was going to do, I wanted him to enjoy this and remember me for a long time.

I started to suck him gently into my mouth and I would move my tongue up and down his shaft as I bobbed my head up and down. I moved my hand to cup his balls and then I took my mouth off his cock and started to lick underneath his ball sack, I sucked his balls into my mouth and just kind of held them there so he could feel the heat from my mouth, I run my tongue under his balls and licked back and forth, I looked up into his eyes as I was doing this and he smiled and said "you have really got me hot."

"I would like to fuck you what do you think about that?" I stopped licking his balls and moved up beside him and said "you know I have never done that and I have to tell you im really not to sure about it that kind of scares me." Bob looked at me and said he would be very gentle and would take it easy and if it hurt to much he would stop. I still was not to sure about it but I agreed to let him try.

He got out of the bed and brought back the tube of jell, he lifted my ass up onto the pillow and started to just run his fingers around the outside of my ass, it was feeling good and I started to relax, he put some of the jell on his fingers and gently started to insert one into my virgin ass, he took his time and in a little bit I was relaxed enough for him to put it all the way inside, at first it was a strange feeling and I was really wondering why do guys like this.

Soon I felt him insert another finger into my rear, he then started a kind of pulling motion that was sort of stretching my hole open more, then he stood up by the side of the bed and pulled me towards him, I was flat on my back with my legs sticking straight up in the air, he quickly pulled on a condom and squeezed more jell in the entrance to my hole.

I held my breath as he pulled me closer to him and I felt the head of his dick pushing against my ass, suddenly his head pushed inside of me and for a few seconds I felt pain as he started to push forward, but he stopped right away and let me get used to the intruder that was trying to fill up my ass, as I felt myself relax I nodded my head up and down and said its ok its not hurting as bad now, he little by little started to push into me until I could feel his balls against my rear end, he held this position for a little bit then slowly started moving his hips back and forth very gently at first.

Then he began picking up speed as I started to get used to the cock inside me, soon I started to get a different feeling in my ass this time one of enjoyment it was really starting to feel good, after I started to moan in pleasure he would pull his cock all the way out then ram it in again, I grabbed my cock in my hand and started jerking it and I knew it would not be long before I would shoot my load.

I could feel him swelling up inside me and I knew he was close, then his body started to jerk and was shooting his load, I could not hold back, my cum shot forth like never before and landed all over his chest. I couldn't believe how much cum I shot out, he pulled his dick out of my ass and removed the condom, and then he knelt down at the side of the bed and pulled my cock to his lips and sucked the remaining cum out of it.

When he had finished I asked him straight out "Bob what are your plans for the next week or so?"

-The End-



Saturday, May 17, 2008

Latin Lovers Unite!

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My friend Lico, who is 19 and from Guadamala called me two nights ago around 11:30 p.m. He was with his friend Manuel who was also 19 years old but was from El Salvador. They wanted to watch some porno movies but the catch was that Manuel was straight and only wanted to see the "girlie" movies.

Fortunately I did have a bisexual film with two girls and a guy and I expressed to Lico over the telephone. He told his friend what I had and they agreed to come down and watch the film with me. Lico only lives two floors above mine and was down within a minute.

They both entered my apartment and we introduced ourselves. Manuel sat on the couch, Lico next to him but they didn't sit together. There was at least a foot's difference between them.

I put the movie on, and sat on the other side of Manuel. Watching the movie out of one eye and his crotch with the other, I amazingly watched his cock start to grow and grow and grow. I found myself wanted to take it into my mouth so badly but I waited for the right moment to occur.

The moment arrived when he started stroking his thick and long cock through his trousers. I placed my hand on it and he pushed it away. "I no like that," he said with his broken English. I withdrew my hand for a few minutes and tried again. This time he didn't reject my hand and when Lico saw this he put his arm around Manuel.

Manuel didn't freak at this gesture and eventually let me take his monster from the depths of his trousers and it had to have been 10-inches in length and at least 8-inches in diameter. A real jaw breaker at best.

Shifting myself into the right position I started to suck his hot cock and this kid started moaning in Spanish. I was in heaven and I am sure he was too.

Lico and I played with this hot number for almost a half an hour when he started cumming. Lico then came and I followed suit shortly after.

Manuel then went to the bathroom to clean up, Lico remained. Lico told me that he hadn't yet ever seen his friend Manuel's cock and new that I would be able to do that for him. He had only known him for 6-months and had wanted to have sex with him but Manuel always turned him down, which also included not allowing Lico this evening to touch his cock.

When Manuel returned from the bathroom Lico went up to clean off. Manuel told me he wanted to come back the next night at midnight for more "suck".

This has become a nightly event for the past week. Any bets on how long this will go on? All I'll need are some good movies with lot's of women fucking each other!

-The End-


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