“Nice shot,” Heath remarked before planting a firm slap across the breadth of my left ass cheek. Hmm, team sports aren’t so bad after all, I thought to myself while I turned to hustle back down the court.
As the soles of my white Adidas jogging sneakers slipped and squeaked against the freshly waxed gym floor, I couldn’t help but have my concentration on the ball-carrier broken by eyeing the strong, round, sinewy shoulders and sweaty, muscular thighs of the other men on my team.
On my team I laughed quietly to myself for thinking. If only these guys truly were ‘on my team’. What an infinitely more interesting game that would be! But just as my mind was about to wander, Jeff hit me with a pass and I was forced to handle the ball. Forced to handle the ball. Dear god, the sports innuendos are just unavoidable, aren’t they?
I didn’t mind playing this game with the half-interested sort of focus that I now demonstrated. I had only joined the local YMCA men’s league because Heath, a coworker, said they really needed someone to fill out their team. The last thing I ever wanted to spend my precious evenings doing was dribbling a ball down some lacquered court, but I figured I could use the exercise since my activity level had dropped somewhat since college. That, and I just couldn’t say no to Heath. One look into those dreamy deep-brown eyes of his, or the way he tussles those bouncy chocolaty curls atop his head, and I’m sold. And in the unlikely event that I actually could hold out, all he needs to do is shoot me a quick grin of that man-dissolving smile of his and I’d be bent in the knees.
He had joined the office last year when Jonesy retired. It was his second job out of school and the poor thing didn’t know his head from a wastebasket. Fortunately for him, and me, I was there to usher him into his business adulthood. If only he would have let me usher him into another important stage of his life…
Naturally, I kept my eyes on Heath through most of the game. I flubbed up here and there, but for the most part, I actually played the game like I knew what I was doing. I never figured my dad forcing me to play on my high school’s basketball team would ever actually turn out to be a good thing in my life, but it’s still doing for me now what it did for me then: giving me an eye-full of sweaty man-candy in the locker room after the game.
We lost. But none of the guys on the team take it too seriously, so everyone was still in pretty good spirits after the game. The YMCA ‘locker’ rooms are really little more than oversized changing stalls that are barely big enough for five grown men to fit in comfortably. This, of course, made the whole situation infinitely more comfortable for me as John and Paul, our two stout, biblically handsome forwards crossed paths in the center of the room, twisting sideways to pass one another and nearly sliding across my lap as they scrunched to do so. I didn’t move a muscle to get out of their way either. Each stood the better of 6’2” and is ripped like an old pair of acid wash jeans. I dropped the damp gym towel that I had been using to blot the sweat from my brow down into my lap as Paul slid past me, just to cover myself in case his perfectly formed buttocks happened to brush against any protuberances in my shorts. As he maneuvered by me toward the open seat on my right, I was overwhelmed with his thick, musky scent. It was erotic and evisceral. And momentarily the sweaty towel in my lap shifty altitude by a few minor degrees.
On my left was Heath, while John and Grant, the fifth member of our team, were across from us adjacent to the door. Grant reached across and gently swung the door closed. Paul and Heath already had their shirts off, and I had to strain myself not to stare at their exquisitely chiseled pecs and rippling abs. I wanted desperately just to reach out and trace my fingers across the framework of Heath’s rock-hard stomach, but I had to resist the urge.The next few minutes were agony as each strapping young man disrobed, toweled himself dry in long, forceful, sliding motions that revealed terse thighs, steely butts, bulging triceps and some of the nicest packages I’d seen since Christmas.
All the while I kept my eyes darting about, mostly toward the ground and only occasionally back up when I was sure whichever Adonis who’d captured my eye wasn’t looking back.
John was the first to finish packing his bag. He wished us all a good week and said he see us at the next game before stepping carefully through the door. Grant’s exit followed shortly thereafter in kind.
Then something astonishing happened. Just as I had finished stuffing my own sweat soaked shirt and jogging shoes into my gym bag, I noticed Heath standing to turn toward Paul. He placed his hand gently on Paul’s hip and gave him a quick peck on the lips before uttering, “Good game, babe.”
I was floored. My jaw dropped. Completely and totally floored. When Heath first came to work I thought I had mistakenly misjudged him as gay and then just left it at that. My gaydar has always been pretty strong and I never imagined that one could fly under it as slyly as he had. But for Paul to be his partner was even more boggling. The two of them noticed my astonishment and each let out a quiet giggle.
“You didn’t know?” Heath asked with a hint of disbelievability in his voice. “Paul and I have been dating for more than a year,” he continued. “Oh, he didn’t know we were together?” Paul chimed in.
“Didn’t know you were together?!” I began, “Hell, I didn’t even realize you were gay! I mean, I sort of thought I got the vibe, but you are the straightest gay man I’ve ever met!”
At this point we all shared a good hearty laugh, then the tone turned quite serious as both Heath and Paul silenced their giggles in unison. “Whaddaya think?” Paul asked, staring deeply into Heath’s swirling brown eyes. “He is pretty cute.”
I just sat there flabbergasted, trying to wrap my head around what exactly was going on. “I dunno,” Heath responded, “He’s a coworker. This could get weird.”
“No it couldn’t!” I darted the response involuntary from my lips, almost like a hiccup of the subconscious. I didn’t even know for sure what Paul was suggesting, but without giving it a moment’s though, I knew for certain that I very much wanted to be a part of what it was.
“It couldn’t?” Heath queried, seeking affirmation for my spontaneous commitment to their as of yet undetermined proposal.
“No. I don’t think so. We’re all grown men here, right? We can conduct ourselves appropriately,” I managed to put the words together in the right order but I was tingling with such excitement that my voice trembled and quaked with each breath. Heath and Paul were both noticeably amused by my boyish anticipation.Without another word spoken, Heath casually pushed the door shut and flipped the lock down to seal us in tight. At the same time, Paul seductively stretched the white Lacoste polo he had just donned over his head and removed his shirt to reveal his sculpted torso. And this time, I didn’t need to sheepishly hide my admiration of his physique. I was able to study every curl and crevice of his rolling pecs, streamlined shoulders and sliced abdominals. Behind me I heard a rustling that could only be the sound of Heath also removing his own shirt.As much as I wanted to continue to sit there admiring Paul, I just had to spin about to give Heath his equal due. I was amazed at what I saw. Heath was far more deft and nimble than I’d given him credit for based on his moves on the court. He hadn’t only removed his shirt with that momentary rustling, but had completely disrobed. And while I wanted to soak him all in, perfectly capturing every inch of his long, smooth, pale torso in my mind’s eye, all I could focus on was the hunk of man-meat dangling between his legs just below one carefully sculpted little square patch of quarter-inch long pubic hair. He was by no means the biggest guy I’d seen, but his cock had charm, and it fit him well.
He walked around past me so that he and Paul were now standing side by side, in front of me. In synchronization they each took one of my hands into each of their own and lifted me from the little cold steel bench upon which I’d been sitting. As they did so, the sweaty towel that had been disguising the true nature of my condition fell hopelessly to the floor, revealing the tenting of my shorts that my diamond-hard prick had formed. Once I was standing, Paul quickly began pulling my shirt off over my head while Heath simultaneously slid my shorts and boxers down to my ankles. As he did so, the waistband of my basketball shorts caught against the head of my steel-hard shaft and sprung free, sending my member jerking hard down then back up again. The tiny sting against my tip was incredibly exhilarating.Once I was completely nude, Paul took it upon himself to remove his own shorts. With a quick bend of his waist and simply shuffling of his arms he revealed himself to the best man among the three of us. There, my eyes were guided to his beast of a cock by the clearly defined ‘V’ shape formed by the precision of his lower abs. He was only half-hard, but clearly hung at least 8 inches, maybe 9. And he was thick too. Thicker at the base than at the tip, so his cock had to it a slight conical shape. Perfect for insertion. Like a meat dart homing missile whose only goals was to reach my hole.
I gasped with delight at the sight of him. Heath laughed again at this, breaking the silence that had formed since we’d begun removing our clothing. “I get that every night,” he swaggered with a great sense of pride. Then Heath threw one hand down hard against my right shoulder with thunderous ‘slap’ as he did so. Smirking seductively he instructed me to turn around. As I did so, he pushed that shoulder down low, forcing me into a standing bent over position. I placed my hands against the little steel bench that I had been sitting on earlier to balance my upper body.Heath then seated himself on the bench behind me, with his face right in my ass. I could feel his warm breath tickling the tiny hairs between my cheeks. He placed his hand between my thighs and gently urged me to spread them a little further apart. At this point I was practically straddling him as I could see his knees bent under me as I looked down. At first Heath just kissed gently around my ass, making his way across from one side to the other in a slow pattern of quick little sucking kisses. He worked his way toward the interior of me following up and down my crevice with the same pattern of tongue and lip work. I let out a few soft moans as the sensation traveled up my spin and down my perineum to my bulging, swollen cock. I reached down to grab my dick, to begin stroking it, but my hand was slapped away by a disapproving Paul who said only, “Uh uh. That’s our job.”Paul then placed his hand on my dick and began slowly milking me with a long, tight twisting motion just as Heath’s probing, prehensile tongue found its way into the opening of my rectum. They seemed to be psychically linked as the motions and rhythm of Paul’s stroking exactly matched that of Heath’s tongueplay. Shivers fired up and down my spine while a deep, raw, burning permeated the flesh all the way from my anus to my testicles. My balls were swelling and writhing with each long, firm, stroke of Paul’s palm while my ass heaved and begged for more with each plunge and flick of Heath’s tongue.
My whole body racked and seized with the rising intensity of the pleasure. Paul and Heath coordinated their efforts with my own reaction, slowing the pace and cooling me back down each time they could sense that they were about to bring me over the edge. The rising and falling intensity of the pleasure was maddening as the minutes rolled by with me constantly reaching the point of no return only to be drawn back down to a calm state. Again and again they worked me over until they had me quite literally begging for them to let me cum. And at this they did.Paul began twisting and stroking my throbbing prick with mechanical precision while Heath’s tongue just plowed in and out of my ass like a pump. In a moment my whole body was on fire and I could feel every inch of me draw up tight, before I finally collapsed into the complete loss of control that comes with mounting the precipice of ecstasy.My cock swelled within Paul’s hand and shot forth my load all over the little steel bench in front of me. I gasped and moaned with each continuing stroke as Paul just kept wrenching throughout my entire orgasm. I squeezed my eyes shut as my body continued to convulse, reeling with the sensations still dissipating throughout the extremities of me.
Heath then stood behind me and methodically rubbed his hands across my back and buttocks. “Good boy,” he remarked, “Now it’s our turn.”
Paul took his hand off my dick and stepped around in front of me. Looking up, his huge, now fully-erect 8-inch cock was right in my face. Paul was bronzed like a greek Olympian, and bore not a tanline anywhere on his body. His magnificent prick included. He then seated himself onto the bench on which I had so recently cum, smearing my load of paste into his own ass. He leaned back against the wall to angle his cock to stand straight up right below my face. I didn’t hesitate to get my mouth all over him that instant.I quickly swallowed the whole of him, his thick cauliflower tip riding down my throat and tickling the back of my esophagus. His pubic hair itched against my nose as I wiggled him down a little further, smashing my lips and cheeks against his mons pubis, grinding every centimeter of his dick into my mouth and throat.
At the same moment, I felt Heath’s own slender prick plunge into my ass. The muscles inside of me seized against him like a vice, grabbing hold of his cock and refusing to let go. As he tried to pull away to give me another thrust he moaned with pleasure and surprise at how forcefully my rectum was able to grab hold of his pole. As Heath found the right pace of force and rhythm, riding deep into my ass with a rare combination of finesse and power, I tried to match my sucking and tussling of Paul’s cock to his motions. I wanted to give to them the same effort of synchronicity that they had just given me.
As Heath’s dick slid gracefully in and out of me, every part of my insides again began rising and burning with intensity, I just kept my focus on pressing and sliding my tongue up and along Paul’s huge member with exactly the same grace. The top of his shaft and the front of his tip pressed into the roof of my mouth as I smashed my tongue into and around the underside of him. And as Heath’s motions of grinding into me intensified, I deepthroated Paul again, giving him the same pleasure Heath was driving into me.
Again I could feel my whole body begin to quake. I had to shut my eyes and concentrate to keep my focus on working over Paul’s beautiful meat stick with my mouth and lips while every other part of me twisted and contorted with the pulsating pleasure that Heath was plunging all throughout me through the opening my ass. And in a moment, I couldn’t bear it any more as I came again, this time spurting onto the floor at Paul’s feet. But I worked to not let my own orgasm distract me as I could sense that Paul was nearing the brink of his resistance. Behind me, I could hear that Heath’s breathing was becoming more labored and his lungs bellowed as his moans grew louder and more deliberate. In front of me the sounds of Heath’s cries of pleasure met with Paul’s who was also now emitting a series of guttural, masculine tones.
In a moment, Paul’s cock jerked fiercely against the inside of my mouth and I felt a hot thick spurt of cum gush into the roof of my mouth and fall down on and about my tongue and teeth. As he kept firing, I just kept pumping him with my lips and tongue, letting his cum bounce around inside my mouth and run back down over the shaft of his cock as it dribbled from my lips. He just kept letting loose that low moaning sound while Heath continued to breathe heavily behind me. In fact, his breath had become so labored and his thrusting so powerful that I began to wonder if it was a man or a rhinocerous that was back there ass-fucking the shit out of me.
I could feel the sweat falling from his brow against my lower back and top of my ass. He just kept riding me as he grabbed against my sides, pressing his fingers into my flesh to grip against me and pull me back against him, hard. Our wet, sweaty bodies were slapping against each other and making a deep racket that could barely be heard over Heath’s moaning and huffing. And then I felt his fingers relax their grip into my sides as his thrusting eased off and inside of me his swollen prick fired loose its load, filling me up inside with a shot of warm, thick relief for all my efforts.
Heath pulled himself out and as he did so I could feel his cum dribbling out of me, tickling the back of my still swollen balls as it fell to the floor. He fell back and plopped himself on the bench behind him. I just dropped to my knees and slid helplessly to the floor. Paul’s head was still resting back against the wall, eyes closed with his face cast toward the ceiling bearing a very contented look as his cum-soaked cock wilted and bounced with each beat of his heart.
We all just lay there in our respective positions, catching our breaths and cooling our bodies. Heath again broke this second silence.
“Great game, guys. See ya next week.”
Archive for May, 2007
wolves vs. vampires
note: sometimes you need fairies to help you spread your seeds on the mattress!( and i couldn’t find a proper picture!)
One thousand and I didn’t look a day over twenty-five. No wrinkles, no gray hairs. Just a few scars from a life long-passed. They were faded reminders of battles fought and won. Well, most of them had been won. The last? It was what put me here, on the road to eternal life. And eternal loneliness.
In a thousand years, I’ve had countless lovers: peasants, nobles, stable boys, whores, even two kings. But none of them filled the void within me. Something was always missing, something vital that I couldn’t quite put my finger on.
By the year 2005, I had all but given up. Sitting in a dark window seat, of an even darker house, I was contemplating suicide. My home was quiet enough for such introspection. There’s a distinct advantage to people believing your home is haunted; an even bigger advantage when the city officials are too terrified to tear it down.
Needing to feed only once a month left me plenty of time to think. And to play. My amusement of choice came in the form of fucking with the kids, the ones who dared each other to come close enough to look into the front bay window of the rotting, haunted Magnolia House. A fleeting glimpse of…something…would send them off. I could hear their screams two blocks away, and many times, I laughed until I hurt.
The first time I realized I wasn’t alone, I didn’t know what to think. I felt the pull–an irresistible need to find out who–or what–had stumbled into my hunting grounds. Atlanta was mine and I wasn’t interested in sharing.
The first night I saw my new visitor, I was hunting. Body and hunger sated, I was making my way back home when I noticed movement in a shadowed corner where two derelict warehouses met. Curiosity got the better of me and I moved closer. That was my first mistake. Fingernails sharp as broken glass sliced through the sleeves of my coat as my attacker slammed me back against a wall. Full moon overhead? I knew what had me.
My second mistake? Finding a dangerous sort of beauty in the yellow eyes staring back at me. I should have run, but I couldn’t. Couldn’t look away from him. But he was hungry; I knew that look as well. Before I had a chance to react, he struck.
My head slammed back against the wall of the warehouse as his teeth sank into my throat. When I tried to fight back, a hand shot up, pinning me with a death grip. His body, muscular and hard as steel, ground into mine, like he was determined to fuck me through the wall. And there was no doubt in my mind–I would have let him.
I wanted him. I wanted him so much that I would anything to get him.
My assailant jerked away from me so suddenly it left us both dazed. He stumbled backward; hunger, fear, confusion, all warring with each other in his eyes. Oh, he still looked like a man…to an extent. His body was certainly that of a man’s, clothes shredded and hanging in rags from an imposing frame. Thick ebony fur covered his exposed chest, tapering off the lower it got. By the time my gaze reached the waist of what were once jeans, I could see the hair was sparse, and I couldn’t help but wonder if those thick curls surrounded his cock.
Only when he growled did I realize I was staring, quite intently at that. His arms were not as thickly-covered, nor were his legs. He was not fully shifted, but his teeth were down, canines that looked like they could tear steel into shreds. I lifted a hand to my neck. The wound was already closing, and the look in his eyes turned to cautious curiosity.
“What are you?” Oh. A man could come just from listening to that voice. Pure, thick, deep. When he spoke, I could feel the vibrations in my own chest.
“I am certainly not your kind,” I said, watching in utter fascination as half-shifted wolf gave way to a man. The black hair lessened to a light dusting over his chest with the same small patch stretching down his torso. Canines receded, while the eyes remained a watchful yellow.
“You are not human.” He shivered slightly, but for the moment, I resisted the urge to go to him. Instead, I took off my coat and held it out to him. He looked at it, then at me.
“Take it. Cold does not affect me.”
One thick-muscled arm stretched out to snatch the leather coat out of my hand. How I wanted to taste him, to feel those long fingers deep inside me…
“Why?”
The question admittedly caught me off-guard. “A wolf can survive extended periods of cold, but a man cannot. Would you care for somewhere to sleep? Perhaps some…less worn…clothing?”
“Why?” Damn, but this man had too many questions!
“Is your vocabulary so limited? I’m sure I could arrange for a tutor or-”
“My vocabulary is just fucking fine,” he growled, baring teeth, body tensing.
I shook my head, clicking my tongue at him. I wondered how far I could push him until he got tired of me and finished the job he’d started on. “Come now,” I chastised him. “Is that any way to treat someone trying to help you?”
A deeper growl was all the warning I had before I found myself captive, quite literally. He had both of my wrists in one hand and I could feel the delicate bones popping and grinding as he held my arms above my head. With his other hand, he ripped my shirt right down the front and tossed the shredded remains to the ground. Personally, I prefer kisses easy and gentle, with the intent to explore and taste. All that changed the second his mouth crushed mine, teeth biting and scraping, tongue so deep I was sure I was going to choke.
But God, I wanted more. Devour me. Rip me to shreds. Just don’t stop kissing me.
He was hard against me, cock feeling impossibly big, throbbing against my own. With his other hand, he freed us both, then long fingers coaxed us to release. I came first, screaming into his brutal kiss as blood mixed with saliva. Only a second later, he jerked away and howled, throat arching as liquid heat spilled over his fist and our cocks. That neck, so irresistibly inviting… I gave him no warning, just bit down, body shuddering as his blood, rich and thick and sweet, poured over my tongue. I’d only had a quick taste before he pulled me away, yellow eyes narrowed in warning.
Then he was gone. Just like that.
The last I saw was a sleek black wolf as it disappeared around a corner. At my feet was my leather jacket. I bent to pick it up and on an impulse, I sniffed it.
Him.
His scent was all over it–his sweat, his blood, his seed, him. I looked toward the end of the alley and smiled. We would meet again. Of that, I had no doubt. Draping my coat over one arm, I left the alley, mind on nothing but a wolf in man’s clothing. Whatever had possessed me only moments before to want such a dangerous creature still had its talons deep inside me. I was so lost in my thoughts–remembering his smell, his taste, his touch–that I didn’t realize I was home until I looked up to see the rotting carcass of Magnolia House.
Just before slipping through the gap between the iron gate and the brick wall to which it was attached, I looked out into the dark street. Something within me hoped he was out there, watching me with even half the interest I now had in him. Neighborhood teenagers were fun to scare, but fear can be a two-edged sword–sweet and bitter and oh-so-addictive. My new visitor? He inspired fear…and hunger and desire. Halloween was coming soon. I wondered, as I closed my front door behind me, if I would run into my visitor. I hoped I would.
* * *
If I had to pick a favorite holiday, hands down, it would be Halloween. It was the only time I could go out and blend in perfectly. No one batted an eye if they suddenly found themselves dancing with a vampire. In terms of costumes, mine was far from the most outrageous. So, with a ruffled poet’s shirt, tight black pants, black boots, and cape, I went out to see what sort of fun I could pick up. Sometimes feeding ended in death for the unfortunate soul stuck with me, and sometimes… Well, sometimes, I had a bout of goodwill.
Finding myself in one of the more festive nightclubs downtown, I mixed and mingled, flashing fangs at those who looked hard enough. No one believed they were real, and that was fine by me. Finding a very good representation of a medieval lord, I took him out onto the dance floor. He was lacking. Very lacking. I quickly became bored, and I imagine he did as well, considering he left without me quite noticing. My attention had been well-diverted to the front door.
There he was. My new visitor, the tempest I had collided with in an alley only two nights before. His clothes were much more fitting, almost tailored to his body. Now he did look like a lord, moving easy in his skin. Much different from the creature I had encountered before. No longer in tattered jeans, he wore pants of rich burgundy. His shirt was white, opened just enough at the top to make my mouth water. Lord, but he was predatory, even in this form. Yellow eyes scanned the room. Then that stare settled on me. I could feel it sweep over me and a shiver followed it, from the soles of my feet to the ends of my hair.
Before I knew he had even moved, I was flush against him, our bodies sliding and grinding in time to the pounding rhythm of the house music. He was already hard, hungry. I could see it in his eyes, the way he stared at me. For him, I would spread myself out as a banquet.
“Now will you tell me who you are?” he asked. Even in human form, his voice was beyond mesmerizing.
“Ian Godwin, at your service.”
He smiled at that. I should have been worried.
“And you?” I barely managed to get the words out before I was flat against a wall, his mouth over mine, tongue probing deep. He never stopped moving, never stopped dancing, grinding his body against mine as we kissed. When he finally broke the kiss, we were both breathless.
“Gabriel,” he said, mouth moving over my chin, my throat, teeth nipping. “Gabriel Devereaux.” Then he stopped just as his lips brushed over my jugular vein. “Delicious,” he growled softly.
Twisting my fingers in his hair, I pressed his mouth to my neck, all but begging to feel his teeth sink into my flesh. He obliged without a word, tongue flicking out to taste before his fangs pierced my skin. The movements of his body mirrored the rhythm of his feeding: hard and almost desperate. His hands slid under my shirt, hot against my chest, my sides. I felt every sucking pull from my neck to my cock, the steady rhythm driving me mad with need. When he pulled away this time, he was kind enough to lick the wounds, urging them to heal.
“Come.”
It was a single word that held many meanings for me at that moment. I followed him out of the club and we walked quietly for half a block before stopping at the opening to another alley. Not quite my idea of a long night of fucking, but then he flashed me a toothy grin and stepped through a door I hadn’t even realized was there. Reaching out of the darkness inside, he took my hand and pulled me into the warehouse.
It wasn’t quite as dismal on the inside as the outside suggested. In fact, it wasn’t far from what my own home looked like. We walked deeper into the interior of the warehouse via a narrow hallway. When the hallway opened up, we were in what must have been a lobby. Gabriel led the way through a door on the right and into an office. A single mattress, rather well-kept, sat on the floor near the middle of the room. Boxes were stacked, some waist-high, along the walls. After closing the door behind us, Gabriel leaned against it, pulling me back against him.
“You have fed?” he asked, breath blowing over my right ear as he began to undress me. His fingers deftly worked open my pants, letting them fall to the floor. Long fingers curled around my cock, he stroked me slowly, every slow slide of his hand drawing another shudder up my spine.
“I do not need to feed now. Once a month is enough for me.” I sucked in a sharp breath as his fingernails scratched my shaft. Looking down, whatever words I might have thought to say, caught in my throat as I watched claws stroke over me, leaving bright trails of blood in their wake. Fire blazed through me when his fist closed around me again, my blood the perfect lubricant.
“Fuck me,” I heard myself say.
A dark chuckle was Gabriel’s only answer as he pushed me toward the bed, releasing my cock. I was painfully hard, more so when I looked down to run my finger through the blood. I brought my hand to my lips to lick it clean, shivering as the taste settled within me. I heard his clothes drop to the floor and then Gabriel had me pinned to the wall. He kept one hand on the back of my neck and spread my legs with his foot. Two fingers slipped into my mouth and I sucked on them, wetting them, moaning as more of his taste seeped into me. Then the fingers were pushing deep inside me, curling to stroke over my gland roughly.
I jerked and shouted, body tensing as Gabriel fucked me with his fingers, torturing me until I was near begging. He pressed close and laughed, tongue sliding along my shoulder. Then sharp, searing pain shot through me as he thrust inside me. I threw my head back and he bit down on my throat, drinking deeply as he pounded me into the wall, thrusts hard and unrelenting. I reached back with both hands and grabbed his hips, using what leverage I could find to entice him. When he thrust in, I met him, backing into him as his cock stretched me to the point of pain.
He was not feeding. I realized that when I felt no pull, no flow of blood. Lord above, he marked me. Somehow, some way, I was now his. I cried out as I came then, my cock spasming as my body sucked him in deeper, demanding his release as well. With a guttural growl that echoed into my soul, he gave in, throbbing deep inside me as he filled me with his seed.
It took us both several seconds to gather enough wits to move. He pulled out of my neck first, then out of my ass. I slumped against the wall, panting and shaking. I heard him drop to the mattress and he laughed as he fell back. I could only stare at him in bewilderment. When had the tables turned? I felt like I missed something, but at the same time, I felt like I finally had caught something quite important.
It can be anyone!
It was Thursday, and my big birthday bash wasn’t until Saturday. My parents were visiting my aunt in Utah, so that night it was just me and some masturbatory goodies I bought myself. Aside from the basics of Love Lube and some porn mags, my special treat was a slim, 8-inch vibrator for anal play.
I was getting ready for a night of self love: Playgirl open to erotic stories, lube on the night stand, jack rag at the ready, and my new vibrator, now with fresh batteries. I had already given myself an enema to keep from getting my new toy dirty. I plopped down on the bed, naked and ready to go. Suddenly, there came a knock at my door.I pulled on a pair of boxers and a robe and ran downstairs to greet my inconvenient visitor. It was my best friend, Tommy. He was a year older and got lots of pussy. The most sexual experience I had was hand jobs from old girlfriends.
“What’s up?” I asked, hoping he wouldn’t take too long. He came in and we went into the living room. He had a small book bag.
“I wanted to give you your birthday present,” he said.
“My party’s not until Saturday.”
“I wanna give it to you now.” He opened up his bag and took out a small wrapped gift. It was obviously a DVD.I ripped off the gift wrap. On the cover, two twinks stood with hands on each others’ crotches and the title read White and Experienced #2.
“This is a gay porno,” I said, thinking he was playing a joke.
“Come on. You think I don’t see the way you look at guys in the locker room?” He pulled me in for a hard, sloppy kiss. “Wanna go jack off together?”
“My bedroom.”
Tom grabbed his bag and we hauled ass upstairs.
“Gonna start without me?” he asked as he looked around my room.
“Shut up and put in the movie.”
Tom inserted the disc into my DVD player. “I’m gonna piss real quick. Go ahead and get started,” he told me.
I stripped off my clothes and got on the bed. I pressed play on the remote and two young twinks came on the screen. They started to strip each other slowly to cheesy porn music. Suddenly I realized who one of them was.
“I see you’ve seen my film debut,” said Tom, standing in my doorway holding a bottle of KY
“Not only are you gay too but you do porn?” I was totally shocked. Here stood my best friend, the most stereotypical straight you’ve ever met, ready to fuck out my brains. “How much experience do you have?”
“I get around. I’m good enough for porn, so that says something, right?”
“I’ve never done anything with another guy. You seem like a pro. Wanna teach me?”
“I figured you’d ask me to.” He came over to the bed and lifted me to my feet for along, sloppy kiss. I fumbled to undo his belt and the button of his jeans. As I pulled down his pants, he worked on removing his shirt. Finally his jeans were off and I petted the bulge in his boxer briefs. I took them off with my mouth and a thick, seven and half inch monster jumped out at me.
“Lay down,” he instructed.
He got on top of me on the bed and kissed hard on the lips, then advanced to my neck and on down. He stopped to tongue my pointy nipples then kept going to my groin. My own cock was now at attention seven inches in the air. Tom licked my thighs as he reached for the vibrator on the nightstand. He put it on full blast and caressed my body. A low moan escaped my lips. He took my cock in his hand and jacked me off quickly. Then he licked it up and down before taking my entire dick. My cock was engulfed in the warm, wet darkness of his hungry mouth. My dick started to twitch. With one last good suck, he let go as I spewed my warm love goo all over his tan torso.
“My bad,” I said after I was done cumming. “Let me get that for you.”
I sensually licked my salty man juice off his broad, muscular bare chest.
“Now I want you to fuck me in the ass,” I said, wasting no time.
“You sure you’re ready?”
“Just be gentle.”
I got on all fours as Tom put KY on my new vibrator. He rimmed me at first and put more and more in, faster and faster. We were both still hard.The vibrator was now fully up my ass. I gasped as I felt electricity pulse through my throbbing prostate. In and out, I gasped from the intense stimulation.“Now your cock,” I muttered.
I turned around and grabbed a bottle of Love Lube and greased his thick cock. I turned back around, ready to be reamed. I screamed as Tom’s throbbing member parted my tight virgin manhole. Tom was moving in and out of me vigorously. I gripped the bed as hard as I could. I reached for the remote and turned on the gay porno in my DVD player. On it, Tom and the twink were now jacking each other off. I reached between my hot friend’s legs and stuck my sleek, orange vibrator into his veteran ass.
The sensations of my tight butt on his cock, the vibrations in his ass, and seeing himself getting blown on the TV was too much. Tom sprayed hot spunk into me. I shoved my toy up him further and another burst of cum. When he was done, he cleaned up his semen by sticking his tongue in my ass.
He rolled off me and we lay down together, side by side. He hit pause on my remote. I turned over and gave him a long, French kiss. I could taste the cum he ate out of my ass. I put my hand on his thigh. Both are cocks were losing blood.
“You are a much better fuck than that guy. Maybe my best,” he gasped.
“Well, now that you know I’m good at receiving, wanna see how well I pitch?”
I grabbed the remote and pressed play. The twink and Tom were now rubbing their dicks together. My cock was instantly hard as titanium.
Tom got in position as I slathered my dick. First, I licked his hole, sticking my tongue into him, swirling it around as he moaned. I plunged my entire seven inches into his tight ass. Tom gasped and grasped the bed as I went ball deep into his ass. I grabbed his shoulder and moved in and out of him. On the screen, the twink was doing the same.
“Oh man; I’m gonna nuts!” he screamed.
“Want it harder?” I asked. It was hard to talk with his steamy hole surrounding my cock.
“DON’T STOP!”
I picked up my vibrator off the nightstand. I lubed it up and stuck right up his ass, under my cock.The pulse of the toy on my cock was wonderful, especially while my cock was in his ass. I reached around and jerked Tom’s purple headed fuck stick. Tom moaned in ecstasy.
“Gonna…cum…” he groaned.
He turned around. I grabbed his dick and swallowed it whole. He pulled me down closer to him and took all of my seven inches. I glanced at the TV. Tom and the twink were also doing it 69. Tom stuck a finger in my ass. I clenched his waist and pulled toward me, causing his dick to go even deeper down my throat. I feverishly licked his balls. He was quivering, about to explode. I was too. I returned the favor, putting half my hand in his ass.
His cock exploded, drowning me with salty goodness. The taste of his cum was my breaking point. I unleashed mouthfuls of sperm between his lips. He stuck my vibrator up my ass once more; making me send out another splurt of jizz all over him. He was still jizzing on my chest and torso.We were both panting as we were done. On screen, Tom and the twink were also finished. We licked the leftover cum off each other.
I kissed him and laid my head on his chest. I inhaled the deep musk of the sweat glistening on his body.“Now I’m ready for some hot gay sex from anyone. You’re staying over, right?” I asked.
“Fuck yeah. I got lots more to teach you.”
I smiled as I laid my head back on his chest and he wrapped his arms around me. I slept in his arms like a baby.
Let’s go for a ride 2
“I’m Rolf.”, he said, taking my arm again, “Come”.
We went through the garden and entered the cottage, and I wondered if he could hear the banging that seemed to echo in my chest. We entered a low, flagstone floored scullery which led into a living room that took up the width of the cottage and which was a riot of bright rugs, couches laden with cushions and rugs, and a large table strewn with books. Sunlight entered through French windows at one end, lighting the room with a warm glow.
“Trin?” Rolf called, which startled me. A voice called from another room, in words I did not understand. Rolf called back and when I recognized English I guessed he was explaining my presence and the situation.
“Ah! Aha!” replied the voice with an excited tone.
From the front of the cottage a man entered the room. He was older than Rolf, 50ish I would guess, with a Southern European or Yugoslavian appearance. Swarthy, with black hair. He wore jeans only, and his naked upper body was not as taut as it had obviously once been, but was well shaped with a lovely belly that had a tantalizing “follow me” line of hair down into his jeans. I felt as if he stripped me with his eyes.
“So!” he said and smiled a huge smile, revealing beautiful teeth behind full, well shaped lips.
“Hello”, I managed to get out, as if from some deep well. He laughed and moved toward me. He held his arms wide and, as if mesmerized, I moved forward into them. He embraced me and then I felt Rolf join us and I was held between the two of them. They kissed each other over my shoulder and then kissed me and caress my neck. So we stood, kissing each other in turns and I felt deliriously weak.
Hands found mine and I was guided to the front of the cottage. We entered a bedroom and the hands that held mine began to explore the rest of my body. My face was held and kissed. A tongue parted my lips. Hands undid my shirt and tugged it out from my pants. My chest and belly were caressed and hands slid between my legs, while others found my belt.
As if coming out of a trance, I began to respond. I raised my arms from my sides and felt Trin’s belly. He encouraged me with a low murmuring and I ran my hands over his chest that had a soft covering of hair. It felt beautiful and I touched each breast with my trembling hands. I could feel the other’s hands loosen my belt and unzip me, and his hand lowered my pants and held my balls, above which my erect cock throbbed hard. I opened my eyes, which I had held tight shut, and looked into Trin’s eyes.
“Welcome”, he said and a long breath that I had held in escaped from me. He laughed softly. I reached forward to unzip his jeans and a soft groan escaped from me as I touched his cock. I released the material, which fell to the ground and clasped my hands around his cock and balls. I felt frenzied with desire. I wanted to eat them both.
My trousers slipped to the floor and I was deftly turned and pushed onto the bed. My shoes and socks were removed and my trousers and pants expertly whipped off. A tongue licked a bead of juice from my cock. I was on my back with my legs over the edge of the bed and Trin then straddled me and rubbed his ass along my cock. Over his shoulder I watched Rolf strip, hold and stoke his own cock.
I was moved up onto the bed fully and then I was sandwiched between the two men. One cock pressed against mine and the other thrust between my buttocks. I lowered my hand and grabbed a cock. Mine was held and stroked hard. We became a writhing mass of flesh. Sucking cocks and mouths and fondling balls and 69ing while a third cock pressed against my ass. We rolled and turned and found extraordinary combinations of groupings and suckings and kissings. Two cocks in one mouth and then a circle of each cock in another’s mouth. We wanked cocks, sucking and licking bodies as we did. I thought I would explode.
As if knowing this, a voice said, “no, no.” I was dragged back down the bed with my ass on the edge and I was again straddled. Hands massaged lube on my cock and Trin lowered himself onto me and I felt my cock slid into him, deep until I could feel his cheeks against my balls. Not Yet!! Not Yet! I was exhorted as I hovered on the brink of a volcanic orgasm. I groaned as the warm and juicy ass worked up and down my shaft. It came to a stop and Trin leaned forward with me in him. Rolf knelt at the edge of the bed, pushed my legs up and between them had found his way into Trin’s ass. The sensation of our two cocks thrust together in that ass was extraordinary.
“yeah!, yeah!” groaned Trin as the thrusting increased. Yes! I was immobile but felt as if I too was thrusting as the other cock slid against mine. “YEAH! YEAH”.
All of us now raising our voices in an ecstasy as the two cocks shot hot cum together into that ass and I felt the hot load of Trin’s cum shoot onto my stomach. The gasping and catching of breath was now the only sound, followed by moans and low chuckles. We were awash with sweat and cum as we slid into a comfortable huddle on the bed. Rubbing hands over sticky bodies and finding faces and mouths; kissing and laughing and stroking.
Almost glued together with juices, we lay for some time, coming down and I thought I was in a dream. After showering and refreshments, Rolf took me to the highway and as I raised my thumb for the next lift I knew that I had just had an experience that I would have to wait a long time to find again.
Let’s go for a ride 1
I was picked up by a guy in an open top Porsche. He was older than me and had dark blond hair, a strong thick neck and what looked like a beautifully hard chest under an open necked shirt. We chatted and he would look at me occasionally, and I felt that his eyes scanned my body for something before returning to the road. He turned off the highway saying we could take a more scenic route to his town where I could then continue onto the highway.
We drove through some beautiful country and every now and then he would touch me on the shoulder to point out a building of note or the antics of a group of animals. We laughed and relaxed in each other’s company. Our eye contact became electric for me and, with a nervous constriction in my chest, I touched his thigh to point out a fantastic swathe of wildflowers in a meadow. Before I could remove my hand he put his over mine, gave me a quick glance and a wicked grin as he slid my hand further up his thigh and cupped it over his crotch. I felt so excited and my own cock was bursting to be released from its cramped erection.
Emboldened, I massaged his bulging crotch and slid my other hand into his shirt, undid another button, and ran my hand over his chest and stomach. I was not a V but I had never been in a situation like this before, and my mouth and throat were dry. A nervous, electric trembling went through me. Fear and excitement wrestled in my mind!
Not surprisingly, he swung the car into the next side road, and we turned onto a woodland track that took us into a secluded pine forest. He brought the car to a halt and pinned me back in my seat as he grabbed my crotch with an almost violent urgency, and held me back hard in the seat with his forearm across my upper chest. It was fast and urgent, and I could hardly breathe. He was strong and slid his hand from my crotch, under my bum, and thrust me up and nuzzled my throbbing cock through my pants with his face. He pulled back, held my eyes briefly, then pressed his mouth against mine and gave me the best tongue kiss I had had to date. He ate me! It was a fantastic kiss. Hard and strong. Wet and thrusting.
He found my belt, released it, and an expert hand slid in my jocks and finally released a rock hard 7” of throbbing cock. He continued his hard kissing while he cradled my balls and pressed that beautiful, hardened ridge between my cock and ass. He held my cock and twisted his hand around it. He pulled down on it, pressing the foreskin down, and then massaged the oozing juices over the head with his palm. He drew back, breathing hard.
He looked at me with a great smile and said “good”! I was speechless and felt as if I could shatter! So I just pulled him back to me and we kissed again while I fumbled to get at his own cock. He pulled away while he undid his belt, and then held me again while I found the top of his pants and then his cock, which was also oozing juice that I massaged it with.
He moved himself across the car and pressed our cocks together. I thought I would cumso I eased him back and held his cock with both hands while he pinned me back with his hands on my shoulders. His cock was uncut and I pulled his foreskin up and down and held his balls while I did so. He was also about 7” and I could get both hands around it. He slid back into his own seat and leaned over and took me in his mouth and went right down until I felt myself deep in his throat. This man was an expert. I had hit the jackpot!
Sitting up quite suddenly, he said, “We go home, OK?” I was just a trembling body, devoid of thought processes and incapable of making any independent decision! I nodded. I just wanted to leap out of the car, strip him naked, and run my hands and cock all over him. Lick him, suck him, thrust my cock between his legs, wank him and fuck him!
He grinned, adjusted himself, started the car and swung back onto the track and back to the road. He held my cock one last time before I got myself back together and we drove some miles to his home town, not much more than a large village close to Munich. As we approached he said, “I have friend here, OK?”
“A friend?” I questioned.
“Yeah. We make three-sum, OK?”
I gulped. Struggled to get my brain back. It was still in my cock as I had been rubbing his thigh and imagining our coupling as we drove to his home.
“OK?” he said.
“A friend?” I said again.
“Yeah, we make three-sum.” he repeated. “You like to make three-sum?” In my fantasies I had, but never in reality. He obviously knew all about it. “OK?” he said again. My brain was racing and still I didn’t answer. He rubbed my thigh. “We have fun, it’s OK. You don’t make three before?” I had only ‘made two’ a couple of times or so.
He shot me another of his great grins and I surrendered. What the hell? “OK!” I shouted, loud, into the wind that the car eddied around us. “OK!” It was a very nervous, yet exultant shout. Yes, Yes,Yes! My gut was saying, while my head reeled.
He laughed at me and shouted back, “Yeah! O - K!” He grabbed my thigh and then my crotch. He took in my face that must have expressed many emotions and reassured me with a wide smile and said again, “It’s OK, we make fun.” He pulled into a narrow lane next to an old, neat cottage on the outskirts of the village.
“Come!” he said, as he climbed out. I opened the car door and stepped out, taking in the cottage and surroundings, though all was a bit of a blur in many ways. He waited while I came around the front of the car and he took my right arm firmly and looked into my eyes. “Come”, he repeated, and opened a small gate that led into a back garden, almost overgrown with shrubs and flowers and a heady scent hung in the air. He stopped, turned to me and gave a low chuckle, “Your name?”
“Curtis.” I said. “Curtis”, repeating it, like an echo, as if I was suddenly recognizing who I was. I wondered if I should have given him a made up name.
“Ah! Curtis”, he said. “Yes”. “I’m Rolf”…..
a night stand
I could feel his gaze on me. Casually, I looked out of the corner of my eye. He seemed to be attractive enough, tall and muscular, just the way I liked them. I handed the cashier the money for my coffee and sat at a nearby table. I pulled out my ragged paperback and opened it to the bookmarked page.
“Mind if I sit down?”
Before I could reply he pulled out the chair and sat directly in front of me. He looked at the cover of my book.
“Are you a big mystery fan?” he asked.
“You could say that,” I casually replied.
Actually, I hadn’t read a word of the book. I just carried it around as a prop whenever I went cruising. I smiled, put the bookmark back in its place and laid the book down giving him my full attention.
His eyes were a deep blue. His hair was the color of sunflowers, my favorite; I smiled at him and lowered my eyes. This night I wanted to be coy. I was willing to play the part of his twink conquest.
“Are you from here?” he asked.
I looked into his eyes and replied, “Would you like to go back to my place? I live just around the corner.”
From his expression I could tell he was taken aback by my frankness, but I didn’t feel like playing games. We both knew what this was about; neither of us was new at it. He shook his head yes. I watched as he stood up. I could see his semi hard cock through his basketball shorts. I led the way out of the coffee house and onto the busy street. He followed closely behind.
The doorman greeted us with a knowing smile. He knew me too well. I blushed slightly and went inside. In the elevator I tasted his lips. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pressed me against the wall. His mouth tore into mine. His hands caressed me through my clothing.
The beep of the elevator interrupted us. Hesitantly, we pulled away from each other. I grabbed him by the hand and led him down the long and narrow corridor. My fingers shook as I struggled with the lock. Calm down, I thought to myself, you’ll be riding that stallion soon enough.
Once we got inside we wasted little time getting rid of our clothes. His hands rapidly undressed me. I loved the way they tore and grabbed at me.
I pulled away and, for the first time, really got a look at him; with one hand I traced his chest. He laid his head back and let me explore him. He had such broad shoulders and muscular arms. I ran my fingers through the curly hairs on his chest. It was such a nice contrast to my naturally smooth and slim physique. My hand followed the furry trail until it met the base of his cock, which was covered in blond curly pubes.
I took his fat cock in my hands, instantly it responded to my touch growing harder and bigger in front of my eyes. Slowly, I stroked his veiny shaft up and down with my fingers making him moan with pleasure. I traced down to his big nut sac. It was shaven smooth, which felt so nice. The harder I squeezed his nuts the bigger his cock grew.
With my finger I followed his shaft all the way to his fat mushroom head. Pre-cum oozed onto my finger, which I put to my lips. It was a good mixture of salty and sweet, I thought. I leaned down and cleaned his hole of pre cum. His moans beckoned me for more, and I gladly took him in my mouth.
I tried to deep throat him, but he was too large. I relaxed my jaw and with my tongue worked up and down his shaft. He felt so good in my mouth; it made me want to take more of him. It took a lot of effort, but soon my nose was buried deep in blond pubes. I took in his masculine scent, a nice mixture of sweat and sex that sent my head spinning. Placing his hands on the back of my head, he pressed me down further making me gag at first, but soon I recovered and matched him thrust for thrust.
His cock made love to my mouth; thrusting deep in and out, gripping me tighter he filled my mouth with his seed. It was a sweet taste. I couldn’t get enough of it. I drank up all he had to offer and milked him for more. He stroked my hair and waited until he was limp before pulling out of my mouth.
I stood up and he pulled me into his arms. His hands traveled the length of my back down to my smooth cheeks. Slowly he parted them, his finger inching its way closer to my center. I held on tight as he began to dig inside of me. He lowered me onto the couch pulling my legs over his shoulders. I leaned back and let him spread my cheeks open with his large hands.
He lowered his head to my rosebud. I relaxed my legs and let his tongue enter my sphincter. With gentle strokes, his tongue worked in and out of me. I grabbed at the cushions of the couch, anything to steady myself from the intense sensation I was feeling. It was the first time a man had tasted me there and it was an incredibly intense feeling.
I leaned my head back and screamed out as he slipped his index finger into me. It reached inside of me until it found my magic spot. Alternating between his fingers and his wet tongue he brought me to orgasm. Streams of creamy cum shot out of me, covering my smooth chest.
When I finished coming he pulled himself up to me. Our bodies tight against each other’s on the couch, he wrapped his arms around me as I rested my head on his chest. We stayed that way the rest of the night, talking and getting to know each other.
