Wet dream at the airport-part3

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He smiled. “Sweet talker, though. Cute too. Stand up and lose those baggy things.”

There was still no one in the john except us. I stood up on stiff legs and dropped my jeans. My own cock was tenting the front of my boxers and sprang up as I pulled them down.

“Nice cock.” He bent down and took me in his mouth, which was a nice surprise. After a few strokes he straightened up. “Turn around and get your knees up on the seat. Don’t fall in.”

I obeyed him, feeling ridiculous perched on the toilet seat with my jeans and boxers in a tangle around my ankles, my bare butt in the air, the hard plastic hurting my knees. He must have liked what he saw, though, because I heard him murmur, “Sweet ass.” A hand stroked one cheek, sending a shiver through me.

“Want to get fucked?”

I wheeled my head around to look at him. “What, here?” I was scared to death, but thrilled.

He flashed his grin again. “Why not? You’re a daredevil, I can tell.” He bent and rummaged in a pocket of his backpack, and pulled out a square foil-wrapped object. “Glad I had this.” I watched as he undid the rest of the buttons on his fly and peeled his jeans down his hairy thighs. He wasn’t wearing any underwear. His balls hung heavy in their sack, as outsize as his dick. Mingled fear and lust coursed through me as he tore open the packet and unrolled the rubber onto his shaft. Was he really planning to shove that thing inside me? Jeff had taught me to take his cock but this guy’s was way bigger. In a minute I’d find out how well I’d learned my lessons.

Mr. Wet Dream caught my eye as he brought up one hand to his mouth. “Don’t have any lube. This’ll have to do.” He lathered up the latex with his spit, then reached for my ass. The next moment one big finger snaked into my asshole. My head snapped back, my eyes closed and my mouth opened in a soft moan. I’d forgotten how good it could feel.

“Like that, eh?” His finger slipped out and I felt something a lot bigger and blunter against my hole. Before I could react one big paw clamped down over my mouth, I felt a hard shove in back and his cock broke through and slid up into me in one huge thrust. My scream was a choked gurgle, stifled by his hand. He bent down toward me, his breath tickling my ear.

“Stay quiet. Someone just came in.”

I managed to nod, even though I was about to pass out from the sudden pain and lack of oxygen, unable to get a good breath because of his hand over my face. Dimly I could hear sounds and knew he was right. My breath whistled fast and harsh through my nostrils. My arms ached from bracing myself against the tiled wall.

As we stayed frozen in that position my body adjusted to the invader. The pain receded and I felt a warm fullness in my gut, the feeling I’d learned to enjoy and beg for. Mr. Wet Dream slid his hand off my mouth. I gulped in air, my asshole clenching and unclenching, squeezing and relaxing around the hard pole spearing me.

He began to move, pulling out and thrusting in, fucking me even though we could be discovered at any moment. By some miracle whoever had come in didn’t hear us. As soon as he was gone he stepped up the pace. Soon he was plowing my hole, practically shoving me off the toilet every time he banged his cock home.

He bent down, reached around and grabbed my own stiff prick and began to jack it in time with his thrusts. I could feel his hot breath on my ear. I turned my head toward his face and our mouths met. That sent me over the edge. Animal noises welled up from my throat, muffled by his mouth on mine as my dick unloaded into his hand. I broke away, gasping, looked down and saw the sticky liquid ooze between his fingers and drip into the water below.

Mr.Wet Dream straightened and grabbed my body, smearing my own cum over my skin. His hips drilled me like a machine. I grunted as he shoved his rod all the way in one more time and held it there. He emitted a strangled groan, and I felt his pole throb as he emptied himself into the rubber inside me.

He fell forward against my back, drawing great heaving breaths, but stayed there only a moment. Now that we were done he didn’t waste any time. He pulled out of me, stripped off the rubber and tossed it into the bowl, cleaned himself up and stuffed himself back into his jeans. He picked up his backpack, turned and unlatched the door.

“Flush the toilet,” he said, and left.

It took me longer to put myself back together, my body stiff from the pounding it had taken in that uncomfortable position. When I stepped out of the stall the men’s room was empty. I felt a hollow ache inside. That was it? He’d used me like a sex toy and taken off. Was this what Jeff meant by playing the field?

I washed my hands, smoothed my hair and wandered out into the corridor, feeling lonely and blue, exactly like I had an hour ago, except that every muscle ached and my butthole burned. Then I stopped, startled.

Mr. Wet Dreamwas leaning against the wall, exactly like he’d been doing by the gate. His grin said “gotcha.”

“What took you so long?”

“You’re still here.”

“What, you thought I was going to run off? I don’t even know your name. Mine’s Andy, by the way.” He stuck out his hand.

“Jared, Jared Mohler,” I said, as I shook it, still stunned but beginning to be happy. He wanted to talk to me. Un-fucking-believable.

“Don’t you have to catch a plane? I’ll walk you back to your gate.”

So we walked back, chatting about this and that. Andy turned out to be a cool guy. As I’d figured, he was a working man, moving up in the business world. He’d graduated from the big U. himself just a couple years ago and things were going well. He was everything I wanted to be someday.

We got there just as they were starting to board. Andy shook my hand one more time and wished me a safe journey. I was beginning to get depressed again when he reached into the pocket of the Wranglers that had first caught my eye. He took his wallet out and gave me a business card.

“Give a holler when you get back into town, Jared.”

“Sure.” I was on Cloud Nine. Was I going to have a story for Jeff when I saw him.

“Take care,” Andy said. I watched him walk away, getting as long a look as I could. It was a while before I even thought to glance at the card he had given me.

“Andrew Goodwin, Systems Analyst,” it said.

I chuckled. “Andrew Goodwin,” I said out loud.

“Final boarding call,” the gate agent said. I shoved the card in my pocket and turned to board the plane for home.

Wet dream at the airport-part2

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Minutes ticked by before I got the courage to look up again. My heart sank. Mr. Wet Dream was off the phone and was busy stowing his computer, unplugging it, closing the case and shoving it back into his backpack. I was too late. He’d given up. In another moment he’d walk out of my life forever.

I hung my head. Why was life so fucking unfair? The great semester I’d had at college, the hot sex I’d had with Jeff, counted for less than nothing. A living wet dream had come on to me and I’d been too chicken to let him know I was on his wavelength. I felt like crying.

I sighed and shifted in my seat, feeling the wet spot in my shorts from all the precum I’d leaked. Going to the snack bar and getting a Coke would kill a few minutes and take my mind off the man who’d gotten away. I got up, my legs stiff, and started to walk out of the waiting area. I glanced toward the opposite wall without much interest, and stopped dead in my tracks.

Mr. Wet Dream was still standing there, arms crossed, looking at me. As I stared back at him with my mouth open like a total idiot, he gave a tiny nod and flicked his eyes to one side. Then he started down the main terminal corridor. Still I stood, unable to move, unable to do anything. Unbelievable.

He sensed that I wasn’t behind him and stopped. This time his head jerked in a way that even a doofus like me could understand. Was I coming or not?

I was. I hurried after him, keeping my eyes glued to the V-shape of his torso in his starched shirt, the nylon backpack slung casually over his left shoulder. His small, perfect ass swiveled in those Wranglers, hypnotizing me. Part of me still couldn’t believe anyone who looked like him would want a college freshman in baggy jeans and sneakers coming untied. I wasn’t about to ask questions though.

He walked fast and I panted as I tried to keep up. He whipped his head around once in a while to make sure I was still following. It was late and there weren’t many people around, so there was no danger of losing him.

We were heading toward the long pedestrian tunnel that connected this terminal to the next one. Just as the automatic walkways that ran up each side of the tunnel came into view he suddenly turned and disappeared. I reached the spot a few seconds later and followed him in.

It was a men’s room, smaller than the ones near the gates. There were three urinals against the wall opposite the sinks, separated by slats jutting from the wall, and three stalls next to them, the last one larger for the handicapped. We were the only ones in the place.

Mr.Wet Dream stood at the far urinal. He lifted his head and gave me the eye as I walked in. I stopped, still breathing hard, as much from nervousness as from the fast walk. I’d never done this before. His head jerked for what seemed like the hundredth time since I’d seen him.

My brain might have been unsure but my body knew what to do. My sneakered feet took me to the pisser next to him, my hands unzipped my own jeans and fished my cock out of the fly of my boxers. I stared down at it as I milked the shaft, squeezing a drop of precum out of the end.

“Nice.”

The sound of his voice broke the fog in my brain. I raised my head and looked into his eyes. They bored into mine. Then I looked at what he was holding with one big, sinewy hand.

“Holy shit.” It slipped out before I could stop myself.

Jeff had nice equipment but what this guy had was prime manmeat, at least an inch longer than my roommate’s, thick, cut and sticking straight out of his unbuttoned fly, capped with a perfect mushroom head. Mr. Wet Dream grinned at my reaction. He moved his hand, making his rod bob up and down.

“Want to suck it?”

I nodded.

“Handicapped stall. On the toilet. Don’t lock the door.”

I hurried to obey. He waited a moment after I was inside, then followed me in, shutting and latching the door behind him, putting his backpack on the floor.

“Get your feet up.”

I didn’t understand. “What?”

“Feet up. Hurry!”

I bent my knees quickly at his command, and none too soon, because just as I wrapped my legs around the toilet bowl we heard someone come in. I finally got it–if anyone saw two pairs of feet under the wall it would be a dead giveaway. The door to the stall fit snugly so no one could see us otherwise, unless they stood on tiptoe and looked over. If we kept quiet, we were safe–and there was room in here to play.

I looked up at my partner in crime. He raised his eyebrows and put a finger to his lips. His dick, which had gone a bit soft, was hanging out of his jeans–he hadn’t bothered to put it back. The sight of his manflesh against the faded blue denim, framed by the silver buttons of his fly glinting through dark pubic hair–he looked good enough to eat.

So I ate. I leaned forward, grabbed his ass with both hands to steady myself, and took him in my mouth. I heard him gasp, though he tried to stifle it. What we were doing was incredibly risky, but that only made the whole scene hotter. He must have felt the same since his rod quickly grew to full size. I slid back and forth on his prick while the other guy pissed and flushed. When he went over to the sink to wash his hands I took Mr. Wet Dream down to the root, burying my nose in his pubes, feeling rough cloth and cold metal against my face, drinking in the musky scent of man mixed with good cologne.

Finally whoever it was left. A hand grabbed my hair and my head was jerked off the cock I was sucking, back and up.

“You want to get us both arrested?”

I didn’t bother to answer, but dove for his cock again. Mr. Wet Dream let me blow him a while longer before pushing me away.

“Horny little bastard, aren’t you?”

“You’re the hottest guy I’ve ever seen.” I meant what I said.

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Wet dream at the airport-part1

None of this would have happened if my flight hadn’t been delayed. I was royally pissed but there was nothing I could do. It was my own fault, anyway, for not having called ahead or checked the status of the flight on the Net.

What can I say, my brain was fried. I’d just finished my first semester’s worth of college finals and was headed home for the Christmas holidays. Life had been just about what I’d expected, well, except for one thing. The classes were hard enough to be interesting, but not so hard that there wasn’t plenty of time to goof around. I’d made some friends, gotten roaring drunk once or twice, done some crazy things and lived to tell the tale.

The one thing I hadn’t counted on was the extra education I’d gotten from Jeff , my roommate. We hit it off right away, even though we met for the first time the day we moved in. Jeff was from one of the richer suburbs in a big city, and had gotten straight As in high school while playing varsity football. To a small-town boy like me he was the ultimate in cool. One day a couple of weeks into the term I was studying in our double room when I heard the door open.

“Hey, Jared.”

I looked up from my books. It was Jeff, coming back after taking a shower. His hair was mussed and damp, the golden skin that covered his ripped pecs and abs scrubbed and glowing. We locked eyes. Then he came toward me, a grin on his face, a tent rising in the front of the terrycloth around his waist. Towel and shampoo bottle hit the floor, and then it hit me.

Something had always been missing from my social life in high school, my half-hearted attempts at making out with various girlfriends at the movies or in my car. All along I’d been interested in other guys’ bodies, especially their cocks. I’d sneaked peeks in the locker room after gym class, let my eyes flicker across my buddies’ crotches. But I’d never dared to look for real. And I’d never been invited to look, the way I was being invited now.

I stared at the stiff, veiny pole between his muscled thighs, capped with a flaring, plum-colored head. His balls swung gently underneath in their sack, lightly furred with hair. He moved closer until the prize was only a few inches from my face.

Jeff’s voice was low and husky. “C’mon, guy. I’ve seen you looking at me. You know you want it.”

I looked into his eyes and he nodded encouragement. That was all I needed. My pulse pounded in my ears as I grabbed his hips and stuck my tongue out, catching the drop of clear fluid that hung from the tip of his cock. He sucked his breath in as my lips parted and I took his rod in my mouth.

“Mmmm, yeah. Suck it.”

I tumbled out of the chair and onto my knees, running my tongue into his pisshole and lapping up his salty precum, taking him all the way in until I was inhaling the soapy, faintly musky scent of freshly washed male pubes. After that there was no turning back.

For the rest of the fall semester I’d been Jeff’s willing student in Sodomy 101. He was a great teacher, demanding but also considerate, affectionate and fun. He had superb equipment for the job too. His cock wasn’t a monster, but it was more than big enough for me. It could get hard in seconds and stay that way for what seemed like hours while it shot loads on my face and, after some persuasion on his part, into a rubber buried in my ass.

Jeff made it clear that, as far as he was concerned, we were just buds with a little something extra. He was into sportfucking, and encouraged me to go and get more experience now that he’d “brought me out,” as he put it. I was pretty satisfied with just him. When I tried to tell him that, though, he laughed.

“Jared, you’re eighteen and hot,” he said. “And a nice guy besides. You could have anyone you want. Trust me, you want to play the field before you settle down.”

I was sure missing Jeff now, sitting in this huge, dreary airport, nothing to look forward to except Christmas vacation without him. We hadn’t had much quality time lately, what with finals and all, and I was climbing the walls. Just thinking about my hot roommate was making me pop a boner. I slumped in my seat to hide it, which fortunately wasn’t too difficult since I was wearing jeans loose enough to show the waistband of my CK boxer briefs. I thought about going into a men’s room stall to beat off and get rid of the lump of lead in my crotch. There was plenty of time, since my flight wasn’t taking off for another hour and a half.

A plane must have landed at that moment because a crowd of people began streaming past my gate. I watched them go by–there was nothing better to do. A man broke away from the crowd and paused opposite the waiting area where I sat. He took out his cell phone and punched in a number. As he waited for someone to answer he leaned against the wall in a model’s stance, one hand on his hip, giving me a great view of his neatly trimmed dark hair and chiseled features.

He was only a few years older than me, but I could tell this was no college student. His shirt was starched and spiffy and showed off his broad shoulders, one of which had a backpack slung over it. What really caught my eye though was lower down. His long legs were encased in a pair of jeans that fit like they had been made for him. The leather belt with a silver buckle that held them up showed off his narrow waist and hips. The folds and creases in the denim formed a perfect basket between his lean thighs. Tan work boots on his feet completed the picture.

I couldn’t take my eyes off him. This guy wasn’t like anyone I had ever seen or known. It wasn’t just that he looked awesome in his Wranglers. Mr. Wet Dream had a confidence, a swagger that said he knew what he wanted out of life and how to get it.

He kept talking, cutting his business deal or whatever. After a while, still talking on his phone, he slipped the backpack off and placed it on the floor, squatted down and pulled a laptop out. His asscheeks strained against his jeans and sent my pulse another few notches higher. It was amazing how sexy someone could be with all his clothes on. I was rock hard. I leaned forward and put my elbows on my knees, trying to hide my unwanted growth.

He plugged the laptop into a nearby wall outlet, then stood and turned back toward me, waiting for his machine to boot up. By now I had every wrinkle and fold of the material covering his crotch memorized. The furrows in the cloth shifted and changed with his every move, and disappeared as a big hand pressed the cloth down and smoothed it out.

His hand? What was it doing in the picture? My heart skipped a beat. He was playing with himself, right here in the middle of a crowded airport terminal. I stared, fascinated, as he took hold of his cock with thumb and forefinger and moved slowly down its length. Then he changed direction and stroked upward, stretching the fabric tight around the cylinder hidden underneath.

I looked up. On top of all his other assets, he had a pair of beautiful dark eyes. They were staring straight into mine.

His lips curved upward in a smile. A pair of dimples appeared in his cheeks, lightly furred with stubble.

The eye contact lasted only a few seconds but it felt like forever. Jeff had told me about how gay guys cruised each other but it had never happened to me, or at least I’d never known it until now. For sure I’d never been cruised by anyone who looked like this. I freaked. I ducked my head down, my face burning, my breathing coming in quick, shallow gasps, my heart racing a mile a minute…..

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cocksucking addiction-1

It all started when I was 18 and after I graduated school. And of all places it was my church. I was asked to be an altar boy by my priest at one of the services, and he asked me to come see him at the church on Monday. He was a nice guy and always had my attention when he gave his sermons. I wasn’t sure about being an altar boy, but figured I would talk to him and see what my duties would be.
I went to see my priest John that following Monday morning. He proceeded to tell me what was expected of me in my duties.
John said, “You will carry the candles at services, as well as prepare my pulpit and communion. But there is one special duty I will need you to perform for me. I watched you during the Sunday services, and I felt you looked like the person who could handle this job very well.”
Then he stood up and parted his robe. I gulped as his hard cock stood at full mast. I was surprised at the size of it, it had to be seven inches and it had precum dripping from the head.
The priest said, “All good altar boys take care of their elders. This is your audition and I want you to suck my cock. Get on your knees for me please.”
I had always fantasized about sucking cock, but here I was faced with the reality of actually doing it. As I got on my knees, my fate in life was sealed as he wiped his cock on my face and lips and told me to kiss it. I kissed his cockhead, tasting the precum. I was surprised that it tasted pretty good, and I kissed it over and over. Then he lifted his cock and told me to lick and suck his balls. I obeyed as my mouth soon surrounded those cum-filled orbs and I alternated between sucking them and licking them. Then I slid my lips and tongue up that long shaft and teased his cockhead. I truly loved savoring his dripping precum.
He subtly told me, “Okay Doug, open wide, it’s time that you get to know my great staff better.”
He reached out and put his hand behind my head as I opened my mouth wide. He slid that beautiful cock past my lips as I felt it attempt to enter my throat. I gagged a bit as he began to fuck it in and out of my mouth. I realized he was the driver and I was just the passenger on this cocksucking trip.
“Keep trying to take it all Doug, before long you will be very good at sucking cock. Some people like having their cocks sucked, while others are destined to just suck cock. I know you now know your calling is to swallow a cock,” he told me.
And with that, he gripped my head harder, and his entire 7 inches went down my throat. I was able to work my gag reflex and actually began to enjoy being used like this. He smiled down at me as he watched my lips pressed against his pubic hair as I adjusted my throat to his size. Then he pulled back, and began to fuck my mouth with that massive cock. My lips were stretched wide and aching but I was determined to make him happy that he chose me as his altar boy. We soon had a rhythm going as I would lick his cock head everytime he pulled back, and then feel him surge back into my throat. I could feel his balls slapping my chin as I watched closely his cock entering my lips with it seeming to swell even more now.
“I am about to baptize you Doug. I want you to take my heavenly juices and swallow it. Make me proud young man,” he said.
I knew he was about to cum as I felt those cum-laden balls slapping my face. I felt him surge one last time just as his cock jerked, and my throat was bathed in his cum spurts quickly. I didn’t have a chance to taste it as it went straight into my stomach for several spurts. Then he pulled back until the head was just between my lips, and he bathed my tongue and teeth with his powerful squirts. I savored the somewhat salty but yummy cum he was feeding me. Then he slowly began to dribble from his pisshead as I licked off all that he had.
He pulled out, and I kissed his cockhead as he told me, “Great job Doug. Be here tomorrow morning while the choir practices so we can practice your duties some more.
I licked my lips as I understood I was now a submissive cocksucker.
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The next day, I showed up as the choir was preparing to come out to practice. John guided me to the pulpit, and had me kneel inside of it. He had an evil grin as he told me to stay there and in a few minutes he would do his sermon and choir practice.

I knelt there as I knew what my duty would be. I also knew I would have to be discreet when the choir came out, so as not to let them know I was under there. Soon the priest returned as I heard the choir come out and prepare to sing. John walked up to the pulpit, and began to practice the sermon he was going to use on Sunday.

I knelt there when he moved up close to my face. I reached up and parted his robe, and his magnificent rigid cock almost hit me in my face. I stroked it as he began his fiery sermon. I slid the cockhead into my mouth as he directed the choir to sing their first song. They were soon in unison as John began to push his cock in and out of my mouth. I was now getting accustomed to his manhood sliding down my throat, and we soon had a steady rhythm going as the choir finished up. Then he began to give his sermon again as I felt his cock begin to swell, knowing I soon would be drinking his cumjuice. I began to suck harder as his sermon came to a climactic end. I felt his dick pulsate and then thick wadded spurts of cum pummeled my mouth and throat. I tried my best not to make slurping noises as I struggled to drink him dry. He shuddered as I licked the remaining cum from his pisshole, then I safely tucked him back under his robe.
He soon walked away, and after the choir left, I snuck out from under the pulpit. I would have many more baptisms with him until he left for another church and I quit as the altar boy. But my submissive cocksucking was just beginning.

sucking a straight guy-2

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He smiled again and acknowledged that I was staring at him.I confessed saying I couldn’t help it. He was just too damn hot. To my surprise he retuned the complement saying I wasn’t too bad either. I thanked him and we talked about our workout routines before we fell silent again but not for long. I asked him if he wanted another drink. He said sure but he jumped up to get them before I could.
I watched his dripping body walk to the house. The wet shorts clung to his ass like a second skin. I waited in anticipation for the return view. I wasn’t disappointed. As he walked toward the spa I could clearly see the outline of a thick cock and below a hung a large set of balls. He looked to be about five inches, which made me wonder how big he got when hard.
Allen slid in next to me and handed me the drink. Our eyes locked as we took a sip. He sat back and draped his arms over the edge. He shifted again and I felt his calf rest against mine. I looked over at him. His head was back and his eyes closed. Was Allen actually making a move on me? I pressed my calf into his. He moved his foot over on top of mine. His face hadn’t changed. I went a little further. I reached over and put my hand on his thigh. Still no protest so I continued. Slowly I moved my hand over his thigh feeling the course hair between my fingers. Allen relaxed his head further back and sighed. This was a sure sign to me that he was into it.
I turned to the side replacing my right hand with the left. I moved over the top of his thigh then to the inside at his knee. He caressed him up and down slowly moving higher up his leg. When I reached the opening of his shorts he spread his legs a little wider. My hand slid inside to tickle his balls. I was pleased to find his sack was shaved and smooth as silk. My fingers traced over each egg-sized nut feeling every curve. As my hand dove deeper to wrap around his sack I leaned over and licked his chocolate nipple. A sigh from Allen encouraged me on. I gently licked, kissed and nibbled on his tit while manipulating his balls in my palm.
By now my cock was swelling but I ignored it. My mouth moved up his chest. My tongue wandered through the thick fur. My tongue traced edge of his armpit down before licking up into the black cave. I moved in deeper sucking the thick hair into my mouth. I became more aggressive with his nuts gripping tighter and pulling slightly. I could feel his cock snaking over the back of my hand as it grew. I drew back to watch his face as my hand slid up and wrapped around his meat. Another sigh came from him as I felt his size. Only half hard it was already at least seven inches long and getting thicker.
I untied the shorts and pulled them open enough to release his growing dick. His almost fully erect eight inches slapped against his stomach. I wrapped my hand around the silky skin and felt its length. With a few squeezes it reached its full size. My hand barely closed around his thick nine-inch piece of meat. As I stroked his shaft I moved in kissing and licking his neck. Allen responded by running his hand over my arm. I moved lower to cup his egg sized balls. A sigh came from him. Gently I kissed his full lips. He didn’t resist. Slowly he began to kiss me. My grip on his sack became firmer and he let my tongue slid into his mouth. He kissed me deeper as his passion grew. Moans escaped him as I grew rough with his nuts.
His hand found the tie of my shorts and pulled them open sliding inside and taking hold of my hard cock. I wasn’t as thick as him but I was only an inch shorter. His tongue explored my mouth and his hand explored my cock.
I whispered into his ear, “Is this your first time with a man?’
He whispered back, “Yes.”
“Do you like it?”
“Yes.”
I started licking his ear, “How does my cock feel?”
“It feels hot.”
“Why don’t you grab my balls?”
His hand slid down to cup them.
“You don’t have to be careful.”
He squeezed and pulled on them, “Damn they feel good.”
“Why don’t you stand up and let my lick yours, would you like that?”
“Yes, my girl doesn’t like to.”
I urged him to stand. I peeled his shorts down his legs and threw them aside. I took a moment to admire the nine-inch beast before me. A thick shaft was capped by a large flared mushroom with a deep ridge. Below hung those egg sized balls inside a smooth low hanging pouch.
I ditched my shorts and moved in between his legs. I pushed his thighs open so his sack was hanging free. I turned around, bent back my head, opened wide and let them rest on my lips. Slowly I bathed them with my tongue. Allen was breathing heavy now. I moved my mouth over them slightly pulling one ball then the other inside to suck on it.
He watched from above with wide eyes, “Yea suck my balls.”
I teased him this way for a few minutes then I opened wide and pulled his entire sack inside until my chin was at the base of his cock. I pulled them deep rolling my tongue over them.
Allen gasped, “Oh dude that is incredible.”
His legs shook a little as I worked his balls so I pulled back and he sat on the edge of the spa.
I kissed him and asked, ”Has your girl done that for you?”
“Dude no girl has ever done that to me.”
“Feels good?”
“Mind blowing.”
“I’ll guess they’re not much better at sucking that monster cock of yours either?”
“They do alright but none has taken more than half.”
I smiled and said, “Well I’m about to fix that.”
I sank down into the water my face before his perfect manhood. Starting at the base I licked up the shaft, circle the deep ridge of the head and back down. After giving the shaft a bath my lips slid over the sensitive head. Slowly my mouth and tongue danced over the mushroom until I could taste the juice leaking from him. An intense moan came from Allen when my lips enclosed over his flared head and moved down his shaft. I went half and came back to swirl my tongue around his glans. I continued this each time moving a little lower. Allen shuddered when at last I let him slid down my throat until my chin rested in his sack. I held him there massaging him with my throat muscles.
From above I heard, “Oh my God that is incredible!”
I began sucking him slowly taking his full length deep. His breathing increased as I sucked faster.
Allen started to move his hips to my rhythm so I held my head still and let him set the pace. He put his hands down behind him for support and pumped his cock up into me. He watched as he pulled his cock from my lips and easily thrust it down my throat. I pulled back for a moment.
“Do you like watching me take your cock?”
His voice was scratchy, “Oh yes!”
“Well let’s get you a better view.”
I told him to stand up on the seat of the spa. I stood up in the spa. I was at the perfect height for him. I looked up at him and told him to fuck my face. He grabbed his cock at the base, leveled to my lips and thrust in. He watched eyes wide as I swallowed him. He went from wild thrusts with his balls slapping my chin to burring himself deep to let my throat and tongue work him. His breathing accelerated and more salty juice flowed from his cock so I knew he was close.
In a passion filled voice he asked, “Do you want my load?”
I mumbled a yes.
“I want to shoot in your mouth.”
Again I mumbled a yes.
He held my head with both his hands and pumped hard and fast. His cock jerked when he came. I swallowed him deep for the first blast that shot from him. The next few jets filled my mouth with his hot cream. He pulled back for two more jets the flew at least three feet over my shoulder. Then I took him back inside my mouth working my tongue over the head until the last drop was gone.

sucking a straight guy-1

I see him every week when I fill up my car. He always looks so good in his uniform. His black pants ride just a little low but fit tight enough to show of his perfect ass and a nice bulge up front. A navy colored short-sleeved shirt fits over his muscular upper body, over a trim waist to tuck neatly under a black cloth belt with a bright silver buckle. In warmer weather like today he has several buttons open showing a strong chest covered with long straight black hair that swirls out in every direction. Unlike the curls that cover his exposed forearms. He is Italian with a darker skin tone and bright green eyes set below a shock of jet-black hair. A five o’clock shadow almost always present gives ruggedness to his young face. He is a Roman god at 23.
He is friendly and easy to talk to. We’ve had numerous conversations over the months. I know he’s straight and has a girlfriend but I can’t help flirting a little. After all I am a good-looking guy in great shape. I’m financially secure and have a big house in the foothills. The only issue is I’m also 15 years older than him. I still hold out that maybe one day I’ll get my chance.
It was late evening and I was on my way home from dinner when I stopped for a soda. I was surprised to see Allen there. He usually only worked during the day. I asked him what was up and he told he hadn’t been getting along with his girlfriend so he was working some extra shifts to avoid having to see her. We talked about the situation for a while before I got the nerve to take a chance. I told him if he wanted to come up to the house after work and shoot some pool he was more than welcome. I don’t sleep much and would enjoy the company. He thanked me for the offer and left it at that. Not giving up I left my number with him before leaving.
About an hour later the phone rang. It was Allen. He said he just might take me up on the offer. He wanted to make sure it wasn’t going to be too late. He didn’t close up until eleven. I assured him it wasn’t too late and gave him directions to my place. I was pumped that he was coming but I would have to play it cool to have any chance with him. I didn’t want to scare him off.
I spent the couple of hours until he came getting everything perfect. I showered and dressed in a good fitting pair of jeans and tank. I turned on the lights in the pool and spa and lowered the lights in the house. I also stocked the bar in the game room with cold beer and sodas. I was ready when the glow of his headlights flashed in the drive.
I welcomed him in and he commented on what a great house I had. I asked if he would like a drink. I retrieved two beers before I gave him a tour of the house. We ended out on the patio by the pool and spa. He thought it must be nice to soak in a spa whenever I felt like it. I let him know he could use it anytime he wanted. He said that would be great. There was a moment of silence before he asked if I was still up for shooting some pool. I told him I was and we hit the game room.
We played a few rounds and drank a few beers easily talking about everything. I tried not to let him catch me checking him out as he moved around the table but it was hard. It was hard to ignore the way his muscles moved under his shirt as he stretched to make his shots or glance down his open shirt when leaned over. At some point he realized I was watching him because when he racked the next game he looked up and with a smile asked me if I checked out all my guests. I was taken off guard and was speechless. He just laughed and said it was no big deal. When I recovered I asked him how often he caught guys checking him out. He told me it happened all the time but he didn’t mind. I asked him if he had ever been with a guy or ever thought about it. He admitted he had thought about but had never considered doing anything. He went on to say that it was not that he wouldn’t but the situation had never come up. We were both a little buzzed so I pressed the issue. I asked him if the right situation presented itself would he consider it. He thought for a second and then said that yes he just might. With that we moved on to other topics.
After another game we had, had enough and put down the cues. I suggested we should take a break on the patio. He agreed. On the way I stopped to make myself a real drink and offered him one. He thought that was a good idea so I made him vodka tonic as well and we headed outside.
We sat in a calm silence. Deciding it was now or never I asked if he would like to sit in the spa. A smile flashed over his face and he said yes he would but what should he wear? I told him I was sure I had some shorts that would fit him or he could go in his underwear. He wanted shorts so I told him to hang on and went to get him a pair. I retuned with a pair of swim trunks I thought would look good and told him he could change in the powder room in the hall. While he did that I changed into a pair of volley shorts and grabbed some towels.
He looked so hot that I almost tripped myself. He was even more built than I thought. Every muscle was pumped up and ripped to perfection. Finally I could see his powerful naked chest. I followed the swirls of hair that flowed down over his six- pack and down into the low riding shorts. The same curly hair on his forearms covered his thick legs. I know he knew I was staring but he acted as if he didn’t. I distracted myself by making us another drink.
The hot bubbling water felt good. Soon my eyes closed and I relaxed. When they opened several minutes later I found Allen Staring directly at me. His arms were up on the edge of the spa giving me a view of his deep armpits from which long thick black hair spiked out of. He thanked me for letting him hang out tonight. I told him he could come by anytime. He smiled again and acknowledged that I was staring at him.

TBC

straight brother in-law-2

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He slid his boxer shorts off and laid them on top of his shirt. He then lay back down and closed his eyes.

I now saw everything that was going to be my sister’s possession. A circumcised cock that had to be at least 6 inches long and two beautiful balls that just laid there in his crotch. It wasn’t long before Bob drifted off again and by now, my cock was hard as a rock. I could even feel the pre-cum juices wetting my shorts. Another fifteen minutes went by before I made the decision that I had to get a closer look. I carefully scooted down in the bed until my head was even with his crotch. My nose was only about twelve inches away from that beautiful flaccid cock. I could smell his manliness mixed with the clean smell of the lingering soap from his shower. I was so horny that I couldn’t help myself but to grab my cock and slowly pump.

His breathing turned to a slight snore and at one point, Bob turned onto his side, facing me. Now, his cock was only about three inches from my nose. It was now pointing toward the bed and his balls were also to the side. As I laid there taking in his manly smell, my breath must have been tantalizing his cock because I noticed it was starting to fluff. It grew in length as well as girth. Within a matter of only a couple of minutes, I was looking at a fully erect cock that must have grown to a full 8 inches and very thick.

I could hear Bob still snoring and could only think of my next move. I very carefully stuck my tongue out and touched the head of his cock. Still no movement from him, I opened my lips and slowly put the swollen head of his cock between my lips. The salty taste of his manhood was even exciting me more. I didn’t move my mouth but my hand was still slowly pumping my cock.

I decided I would take more of his rod into my mouth. I was obsessed with having all of it. As I slowly engulfed more of his cock, he was still snoring but he gave a slight forward movement of his hips, which pushed his cock even further into my mouth. I felt the head of his cock hit the back of my tongue and was trying to make its way into my throat. At that point, his hips started gyrating and his cock was starting to withdraw and back in. He was still asleep but was face fucking me. This kept going for a good five minutes until I felt the head of his cock swell even more and one more thrust into my throat and I felt the warmth of his load gushing spurt after spurt deep into my throat. That was all it took and I got a handful of my own cum all over my hand and shorts.

I found it hard to believe but he was still snoring even during his orgasm. His cock was still in my mouth as I felt it starting to get soft and in a few seconds, he turned over onto his back, thus pulling his cock out of my mouth. It wasn’t long before I fell asleep and in the morning, I awakened with the feeling of the bed movement as he was getting up. I said, “Good morning,” and he answered back that he had a wonderful sleep. He said he had been dreaming of Betty all night. I smiled and asked, “Did you two have a good time in your dream?”

“Yes, a very sexy time.”

From my questions, he was not aware of anything that happened in bed with us and that was okay with me. I was just glad I satisfied my curiosity with this sexy stud.

straight brother in-law-1

I grew up in a small midwestern town with two younger sisters that were always under foot. Even though I was only two years older than Betty, the oldest girl, both girls looked up to me as their big brother and always asked questions that they wouldn’t confide with our parents. Needless to say, I grew up quickly in order to stay on top and be able to guide them along their puberty.

I had my own room while Betty and Ann shared a bedroom. As I graduated high school, I set out for college in California thus, Betty took my room over and the two girls were able to have some privacy of their own.

During my high school years, Betty had a boy friend. Well, Bobby was kind of a nerd. Sandy blonde hair, skinny body, baggy pants and large black horn rimmed glasses that almost took over his entire face. Betty and Bobby were best of friends and as a big brother I wasn’t worried about any hanky panky going on between them. I just knew he wasn’t her type but was just a good friend. They studied together and even went to school dances. When Bobby was by himself, he always had his face buried in a book.

I was in my fourth year of college. I had a job in one of those fast food places that helped pay for some amenities that I often needed. My parents had set up a college fund for me and it was paying for my living accommodations and my schooling. I had only returned home on special occasions like Christmas or a family event.

Each time I came home, I was surprised how much my sisters had matured. They were both very attractive young ladies. Ann was getting ready to go to college and Betty was working at a local grocery store but was in her first year of college.

I would often call home to talk with Mom or Dad and wind up spending an extra half hour talking to the girls. Betty informed me that she and Bobby, now called just Bob, were engaged. I thought to myself, she is engaged to him, the nerd? He had already gotten a job and in just one year, was promoted to manager of a large department store. I guess all that reading paid off for him. The date was set for the wedding and I planned to fly home for the event.

Upon arriving at the airport, I was to be picked up by someone and taken to the homestead. I waited at the passenger loading ramp for what I thought was an excessive time when I felt someone tap my shoulder. I spun around to see this very handsome young man with a big smile on his face. “Hey Jim, I’ve been waiting for you inside.” I knew I should know him but I just couldn’t figure from where. I told him that I was waiting for someone to pick me up. He laughed and said, “That’s me!”

I said, “Who are you?”

“You don’t recognize me? I’m Bob.” He was now a very handsome young man and had grown a few inches taller and his body had matured into a sleek and quite muscular shape.

As we walked to the parking lot at the airport, I couldn’t help but notice his beautiful butt. He was dressed in Levi’s that hugged his ass and in the front, the bulge was quite impressive. I couldn’t help think to myself that this hunky guy is going to be my brother in-law. Lucky Betty.

The drive home was filled with chat about the wedding, guests and the events that were going to happen. I couldn’t help but notice his muscular arms sticking out his tight T-shirt. His nipples were pushing against the soft fabric and one would want to just touch and tantalize them. I told him that he had really changed since I last saw him. He said he got rid of the glasses and was wearing contact lenses now. I asked if he worked out and he said he only got to go to the gym a couple of times a week. Betty took most of his free time. Yeah, Betty could be demanding.

We arrived at the house to the commotion of everything being prepared for the wedding. Stuff sitting all over the house. Wedding attire for the bridesmaids, tuxes for the male attendants and gifts that had arrived. The house was a shambles and in the midst of it all, our Mom was full of excitement.

Since my two sisters were occupying the bedrooms and their girlfriends were scattered all over the house with their stuff, it was decided that Bob and I would sleep out in my folk’s motor home that was parked along side the house.

The evening went on with all the usual excitement and along about 10:00, with all the wine and beer we had consumed, it was taking its toll on us so, we decided to call it a night. Bob and I headed off to the motor home and upon entering, noticed that there were a bunch of gifts on the sofa, table and counters. Too much stuff to move so we decided to share the double bed in the bedroom.

It was no time before we both got out of our clothing, leaving our T-shirts and boxer shorts on. It was a very warm evening and we both decided to just lie on top of the bed, rather than get under the covers. As Bob lay on the bed, the dim nightlight was just enough to see his silhouette. I had turned on my side facing him. I started wondering what kind of manliness he had to offer my lucky sister. As he lay there, I could see his massive chest rise and fall as he breathed in and out.

Looking down his well defined torso, I could see his impressive bulge in his boxers. The tempting fly opening was just slightly apart and if the light was a little brighter, I’m sure you could see his pubes that surrounded his cock and balls. I felt myself starting to get aroused, just looking at him and fantasizing the treasure beneath those boxer shorts.

It wasn’t very long until I heard Bob breathing changing to a steady tempo. I knew that he was fast asleep. Do I dare touch that opening of his shorts and maybe see what is in store for my sister or do I just lay there and agonize myself just wondering? I decided that I’d better play it cool and just go to sleep.

After about fifteen minutes, I was just drifting off when I felt movement in the bed. I opened my eyes to see Bob sitting up. He took off his sweaty T-shirt and tossed it on the floor. I lay there motionless and just squinting my eyes so that if he looked over, he would think I was asleep. Then it happened.