sucking the golden boy

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As I watched, eyes glued to his crotch, the outline of his cock became more pronounced against the cotton and started to grow thickly, tenting the front of his briefs. I swallowed again and licked lips that were suddenly dry, my head now clear and alert. I was aware of Jamie swaying above me and, on instinct, I put my hands on each side of his waist to steady him. He groaned, and put his hands firmly down on my shoulders. I looked up, his eyes were shut tight but, amazingly, his cock suddenly started moving slowly towards my face. Time seemed to stand still, and I was aware of the thumping of my heart in my chest. The white cotton covered cock stopped, almost resting against my cheek. I would just have to move an inch forward…I looked up again, Jamie’s face was a picture of intense concentration, his hands gripping my shoulders tightly, his breath coming in short, rasping pants. Without thinking any more, I moved my head forward slowly, put out my tongue and ran it up the underside of his covered cock. He gasped, and his legs trembled slightly, but he didn‘t move away. I licked him again, slowly from base to tip, and his prick pulsed under my tongue and swelled in the moist briefs. I slipped my hands under the elastic of his pants at the side of his thighs and, reaching back, ran my hands over his silky taught ass cheeks. Jamie groaned, and I took my hands away, reached up to the waistband of his briefs and slowly began inching them down his hips. His bush of dark blond pubes was revealed and then, slowly, the base of his cock. I drew the underwear down, the pressure of his erect stiffy fighting me all the way, until finally his swollen red head cleared the material and his whole prick jerked upwards, swinging back in front of my face. The head was beautiful, wide and round, the open piss slit already forming a tear of precum, which I licked off, with a swift jab of my tongue. Jamie gasped, and groaned again as I leant forward and slid his red head between my lips. He stretched my mouth wide, but I didn’t stop, I slowly sucked his whole fleshy long length into my mouth, stopping only when his thick, tight pubes surrounded my nose. I backed off a bit, savouring the taste and feel of his swollen cock, then started slowly sliding his sizeable length in and out of my puckered moist lips. Jamie began to feel the rhythm I was creating and bucked his hips slightly every time I sucked him in, forcing his throbbing head against the back of my throat. He was panting now, short hard breaths, and I feared he’d spunk in my mouth before anything else could happen. With an audible pop I came off the end of his cock, a thin string of saliva connecting his member to my mouth. I looked up, and saw his eyes open, saw that intense green gaze meet mine. “Can I touch you?” I demanded, throatily. He nodded, and gave me his funny half-smile again.
I got him to step out of the crumpled undies lying around his feet, and told him to turn around. His ass was magnificent, chunky and bold and bursting with hard packed muscle. His cheeks were covered in a fine dusting of blond hair, and swept down to form a perfect crease at the top of his thighs. I nudged Jamie forward, and he rested his knees on the edge of the bed mattress. This pushed his ass out, nearer my face, and made the cheeks spread slightly, allowing me my first glimpse of his lightly haired crack. I reached out and ran my fingers down his ass, applying a light pressure with my fingernails. Jamie tensed, his round globes tightening, his back arching, as a new sensation overwhelmed his senses. I spread a palm on each muscular globe and parted his cheeks. My first sight of his tight pink hole nestled amongst the darker hairs was like a punch in the guts. My breathing was almost a pant now, as I slowly trailed my tongue up the valley of his ass, flattening the darker hairs between his cheeks, until I reached the silky pink knot of his sphincter. I teased it with the tip of my tongue, hearing Jamie groan above me, tightening his grip on the bed sheet. I moved my hands even further apart, forcing Jamie’s cheeks to spread wider, and almost came in my pants as his sphincter opened slightly, creating a little dark tunnel into Jamie’s inside. I lapped my tongue over and over on Jamie’s exposed hole, sticking my tongue as far as I could into the dark tunnel, revelling in the taste and smell and feeling of having my mouth on this beautiful man’s most intimate part. He was thrashing about now, moaning and panting, his back arched. I put my finger in my mouth, then rubbed it over Jamie’s soft pink slit. He gasped and I felt him push back slightly onto my finger. I slowly pushed my finger against his hole and after a little resistance felt his sphincter give way and my finger entered his velvety smooth channel. I poked it all the way until my knuckles hit Jamie’s muscled cheeks. I pulled it out nearly all the way, then drove it in again with more force. Jamie’s panting got louder. “Stick it in, fucking stick it in” he cried, and started bucking his hips, trying to drive my probing finger further into his guts. I slicked another finger and added it to the first, mesmerised at watching my two fingers parting Jamie’s muscle and stretching his hole.
My own cock was leaking precum like a dodgy tap, so with my free hand I undid my buttons and zipper, and half stood to pull my trousers below my knees. My skivvies were tented at the front by a rock hard prick, a dark wet patch already showing where my precum was oozing out of my swollen head. I shucked off my undies and my cock sprang free, sticking straight up and probably as hard as I’d ever known it. I pulled my fingers out of Jamie’s ass, and stood up behind him. I don’t know what I was thinking, I was pretty much out of control with lust but, standing behind him, his spread cheeks giving me full view of his stretched pink hole, I leaned in and started rubbing the head of my stiff prick up and down the valley of Jamie’s spread bum. His moaning became even more pronounced, and he thrust his ass back, forcing my stiff tool to ride over his hole, back and forth. I grabbed his cheeks and forced them up and out, his pink ring of muscle opening before my eyes, my sticky engorged purple cockhead bouncing over its rim with every thrust. I could feel myself getting close to cumming all over Jamie’s gorgeous bum, so I pulled slightly away to stop the friction. I reached between Jamie’s thighs and fondled his hairy ball sack, amazed at how tight it had become. He whimpered softly, so I moved my hand forward and started sliding his stiff cock between my fingers. He must have been near to eruption point as he suddenly sat back, throwing his head back onto my shoulder and started moaning loudly. I guessed he was about to cum, so I quickly moved my hand around his hip to better grasp his cock, and my other hand went down to his bum, my fingers parting his sweaty cheeks to prod at his moist hole. He groaned “I’m gonna come!” and suddenly his prick hardened to iron and I felt the first pulse in his cock as a thick white rope of spunk shot from his cockhead. He must have shot three or four big loads far onto the white sheet before falling forwards, resting his weight on his hands. I had been feeling my own orgasm building and now let loose, spraying Jamie’s smooth ass cheek with a blast of my own hot white cum. I watched, amazed, as it ran in rivulets down his thigh and onto the bed sheet, forming a dark patch against the white cotton.
After a few seconds my heart started returning to its normal rhythm, and I stood back from Jamie, my trousers finally completing their delayed journey to my ankles. Jamie turned towards me, and sat on the bed, his cock already drooping and now squashed between his thighs. A tear of cum was forming at the tip and I suddenly longed to lean over and lick it off. I looked at him. He was looking at me. “I don’t know what to say,” I said, trying to gauge what his response would be.
“Neither do I,” he answered. “Shit, what just happened?” He looked like he was in a state of shock.
“Are you OK about…you know…” I trailed off, glad that at least he wasn‘t angry.
“I don’t know” he replied, “what about you?”
I took a deep breath, this was kind of the moment. I looked at him squarely in the eyes. “Yeah, I’m OK with this. I sort of, you know…wanted to…touch you” I said slowly.
He didn’t answer for a moment, seemingly lost in his own thoughts. “It was…nice,” he said finally. “But I think I need to sleep.”
“Sure” I said, and turned away from him, pulling my undies back up over my sticky cock, my trousers off, and got into the bed.
Jamie stood up, turned off the light, and came back over to the bed. I assumed he was going to haul himself up onto his top bunk, but he paused as if undecided about what to do. The moon outside cast a bright white light directly into the room and I could half sense, half see him looking at me intently. He said quietly, “Can I come in with you?”
I nodded, pulled back the covers, and he slid underneath, his long body lying next to mine, thigh-to-thigh, hip-to-hip. I lay there, listening to Jamie breathe, not daring to move for fear of waking him, until after about ten minutes I heard his breathing deepen as he slid slowly into his sleep.

getting to fuck the neighbor 16

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I was filling in the gaps in Trent’s hectic life, doing his laundry, running errands, and soon my life and his life, melded into our life. The condo next door almost seemed unfamiliar to both of us when we walked in, like a remnant of a past life.
Then, one night, Trent came home and I wasn’t there. I had run to the store.
He called me cell phone and asked, “Where are you? I’m home, and you’re not here.”
I noticed a tone in his voice that sounded like he was upset with me, and I had just had the day from hell. It seemed everything that could go wrong had gone wrong that day, and now to hear disappointment in Trent’s voice was the straw that broke the camel’s back.
“I’m at the store, Trent. I realized we were out of coffee for the morning, and I forgot to pick it up today. I’ll be home in a few minutes, ok?” I heard myself say in a frustrated tone.
“What’s going on with you? Why are you in such a bad mood?” Trent asked.
“Trent, I’m in the checkout line. Can I talk to you when I get home?” I said, still using the same condescending tone.
“Yeah, I guess.” He said sounding rather confused.
I paid for the few items I had bought, and headed to the car. “Why didn’t I remember to pick up coffee at lunchtime. Now, I got Trent upset with me. What a fucking day…” I thought as I climbed into the car. All the way home, I had beaten myself up for everything that had gone wrong that day. Without realizing it, this had made me flat out venomous by the time I got back to my place. I was pissed at myself and the world, and that was about to make my day even worse.
Trent was in the shower when I walked in, and I put away the few things I had gotten at the store and made myself a drink. A few moments later, Trent emerged from the bathroom.
“Hey,” he said as he walked toward me, cautiously.
For some reason, I couldn’t look him in the eye. “Hey.” I returned.
He leaned in and kissed me, and I pulled away.
“What the fuck is the problem?” he said in an agitated tone.”What do you think, I’m just supposed to be here waiting for you when you get home? Like I have nothing better to do?” I said. I couldn’t believe I heard myself saying it. I hated hearing myself saying it, because nothing in it was true. The truth is, that I was okay with Trent’s schedule, though I’d sure rather spend more time with him. He had been honest with me from the start, and aside from that, I don’t think either of us had planned for our relationship to happen at this moment in our lives.
“Look, I just didn’t know where you were? All I did was call and ask you where you were. What the fuck is the big deal? Why are you being so nasty?”
I have to admit, he was kind of intimidating when he was angry. He towered over me, and waved his arms a lot. I quickly realized I had never seen him upset, and I didn’t like it. The angrier he got the more I wanted to kiss him. Wow, he was hot when he was mad! All I had wanted to do since I met him was to please him, and now I’m standing here causing him pain.
“You know what, FUCK YOU!” He yelled as he turned toward the bedroom.
I immediately started after him, realizing what I had done. “Trent, I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I just had the worst fucking day, and I just made it even worse by upsetting you. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have taken it out on you. I was a dick. I’m sorry.” I apologized.
Most people feel vulnerable to some extent when they are nude, especially when they are in an argument. That apparently wasn’t the case with Trent. He was tearing into me, full force, yelling about how he was just concerned and that is why he called. And, with each sentence, I felt like a bigger and bigger heel.
He was beautiful. His face was red with anger, and his arms were flailing around, and he kept turning toward me and away from me, telling me about how I was being an asshole to him, and how he had told me he had a rough schedule. He told me he never lied to me, and yelled that this is how it always ends–a remark that was like a stake through the heart to me. I had never thought about our relationship ending; it honestly never occurred to me that our relationship could end.
After a few minutes of him ranting, the world just seemed to fade away. I no longer heard his words. I just saw his anger and drifted off into my own mind, thinking about how awful this all was and how I couldn’t believe this was happening. It was as though I couldn’t take anymore, so my mind simply disengaged, and drifted off to a quiet place. Suddenly, his words boomed into my conscious mind, “I thought you had left me.” I don’t know whether the words had completely left his lips, when I felt a tear shoot down my cheek.
He was now sitting on the edge of the bed, looking broken. I wanted the Earth to open up and swallow me. Anything to end this moment, to take it all way. I dropped to my knees in front of him, “What have I done… what have I done…” I kept repeating to myself.
“Trent, I am so sorry. I didn’t even consider that you might think that. I’m so sorry. You have to know that I love you with every fiber of my being, and I have no intention of leaving you, now or ever. You are the only guy for me. You make me feel whole. I worship you.” I grabbed his face, and looked into his eyes, which I now realized were filled with tears, “I worship you.” I told him.
He grabbed my face and kissed me, and slowly lay back, as I slid on top of him, straddling his lap, and kissing him deeply. “I’m so sorry,” I said as we kissed.
“I love you. I love you so much. I don’t want to lose you, Paul. You are my world.” Trent said.
“And, you are mine. I’m so sorry.” I said as we continued to kiss.
After about ten minutes, we had started to calm down. He was lying on his back on the bed, and I was still straddling him, hugging his chest, and he was kissing the top of my head. I rose up and looked down at him, “I’m so sorry. Are we okay?”
He looked back at me, and said, “Yeah, tell me again.”
“Tell you what again?”
“You know. What you told me a minute ago. Tell me again.”
“I love you?” I asked.
“No.”
I quickly recounted the conversation from the past few minutes, and then it clicked, “I worship you.”
“Again.”
“Trent, I worship you,” I said as I leaned down and hovered just above his lips.
“Yeah, I like that…” he hissed, with a big smile on his face. That smile lifted the veil of anxiety that had covered the room, and with that one smile it seemed as though order had been restored. I leaned in and kissed him, and felt his big hands caressing my back and thighs.
“There’s just one thing,” he said, as he broke our kiss.
“Yeah, what’s that?” I asked.
“A suitable punishment,” he returned, as he brought his big hand down against my ass. “You didn’t think I was going to let you off that easy, did you?”
I just kind of chuckled, and asked, “Oh, I see. Well, what would be a suitable punishment?”
“You deserve to be punished right? For what you did to me, right?” He asked, apparently wanting me to admit I needed to be punished.
Just the way he said it was making me hot! “Yeah, I deserve it. Punish me Trent.”
“Get undressed,” he instructed.
I got undressed, and Trent grabbed my arm and pulled me down onto the bed.
One of my arms was trapped under my chest. The other was caught between me and Trent, at my side. He slapped my ass, and my cock jumped to attention. “Fuck, that is hot! I can’t believe this is making me so hot!” I thought.
“Tell me again,” he ordered.
“I worship you, Trent,” I responded.
His hand slapped my ass again. “Again!” He ordered.
“Ow! I worship you!” I cried out.
Suddenly, he got up and straddled the small of my back facing my ass. My arms were still pinned, and he was now smacking my ass with both of his big hands. I could feel my ass starting to burn, but there was something incredibly erotic about this. He seemed intently focused.
“Yeah, look at that ass. It’s glowin’ red. Now, THAT’S a hot ass! You like having your ass smacked?” Trent asked.
“Yes, I love it.” I blurted out.

Golden boy-p1

When my college housemate Jamie first suggested going on holiday to Tenerife together I jumped at the chance. “Really?” I said eagerly. “That’d be really cool, we can go and see that cave I was telling you about, you know, the one with the fossils…” I was amazed at the offer, and chuffed at the same time. I mean, Jamie and I weren’t even that close friends…
“Whoa, hang on a minute,” said Jamie, laughing. “It’s not just us two going, and I’m not sure it’s supposed to be that kind of holiday.”
He explained that one of his football club regulars had broken an ankle during a nasty tackle and was going to need to stay in England for treatment. That left a place free on the holiday, at a discounted cost of course and he had thought I might enjoy a break after studying so hard for our first year exams.
“Oh” I said, a bit put out that I was being added on to obviously make up the numbers, “well, I suppose I could make it, but there’s no way I’m playing footie all week…”
“You don’t have to,” said Jamie, rolling his eyes. “It’s not a team holiday, just a week away in the sun, bunch of mates, you can do what you like, go where you like, do whatever. I just thought you might enjoy it.”
“Alright” I said, a bit mollified. “Who else is going?”
Jamie reeled off four or five names, blokes I didn’t know, but whom he said were “a really good laugh.” I was still not sure. I mean, what would I have in common with a group of football playing meatheads, just out to get pissed every night and shag as many girls as they could get their greedy hands on. Jamie wasn’t really like that, at least not every weekend, but even he and I probably wouldn’t have automatically become friends if we hadn’t been thrown together by the university in the same student house. But he was pretty laid back and un-laddy for a sports mad historian, added to which he was seriously fit with a physique worthy of the drool that (I felt sure) must have been dribbling out of my mouth when I watched him trotting off to the gym or to play football in his favourite red satin shorts. The way they clung to his solid thighs and stretched to breaking point on his meaty bum was quite often my wank image of choice on a lonely night in bed. Not that he knew any of this, or at least I didn’t think he did. But I had caught him giving me a quizzical look from time to time, his beautiful green eyes narrowing, furrowing that spotless brow, and recently he’d taken to ruffling my dark hair on his way out, a gesture that both annoyed me (like he thought I was his kid brother!) and had me sprouting a stiffy under the kitchen table.
But anyway, I reasoned to myself, it was cheap, I had been working pretty solidly on my exams, and as Jamie said, I could do what I liked once we were there. So I said yes, and spent the next week alternating between dreaming of the trips I could take (unlike most of my friends I actually enjoyed my subject, geology, and was determined to do some exploring when we were away) and day-dreaming of Jamie’s bulge in his (very small) red Aussiebum swimming briefs that I had sometimes seen hanging out on the washing line or drying on a radiator.
Now, I don’t want you to get the idea that I’m some sort of closet case, enduring a pitiful lonely existence, waiting for Mr. Right to come along and sweep me of my feet. In my own circle of friends I like to think I’m well liked and appreciated. I was certainly never short of people to see and places to go but, like I said, my university liked to mix up its student intake for our first year, and so my student house was peopled mostly with guys that I rubbed along with easily enough, but didn’t really consider as my main group of friends. And so my being gay had never really been announced to my housemates and, as I wasn’t having any sex-life to speak of, there was never that awkward moment of explaining whom the strange guy in the boxers was, nicking someone else’s milk from the fridge.
So the big day arrived, and we got up hideously early to catch our Sleazy-Jet flight to Tenerife. I’d met up with the other guys going for a drink the previous week, and they actually seemed ok to me. They didn’t get pissed off their faces, didn’t start any fights, didn’t feel up any unwilling girls and seemed to think I was alright too. There was a lot of…well…to be frank un-politically correct comments concerning the merits, or otherwise, of the various women in the pub, but most of it was actually quite funny and, to my surprise, I enjoyed the evening. They weren’t a bad looking bunch either, on the whole. They were all quite tall, overshadowing my more diminutive stature, and quite solidly built. Jamie was still the best looker, I’d thought, with his thick sandy-coloured hair going off in all directions and a pair of gorgeous pink lips that pursed seductively when he was thinking, or spread wide to accommodate his infectious smile. Carl was alright too, a bit shorter than Jamie and dark-featured in a vaguely George Michael’ish way. The other two, Andy and Marc, had faces only a blind mother would love, but made up for their looks with a stream of quick-witted banter, and some sharp observations about the various characters in the pub.
The flight was ok, I sat next to Jamie and we chatted a bit about college, watched a movie, and I managed not to be too obvious in my frequent glances at the exciting bulge outlined by his tight shorts. He was looking fantastic, his tanned muscular legs were covered in a fine coating of sun-bleached blond hairs and his fitted t-shirt showed off his well-developed chest and gave a peek of golden fur at the top. He dozed off for a short while and, on the pretence of being interested in the in-flight magazine, I allowed myself a longer stare at his masculine beauty, drinking in the wide shoulders and small waist outlined by his t-shirt. I had to surreptitiously adjust myself under the magazine as his sleeping form slumped slightly in his seat, causing the bulge of his cock to attempt a break for freedom from the constraints of his shorts. It was as much as I could do not to reach out and give it a stroke, and I had to content myself with imagining the warm weight of his length, and the feel of it stiffening in my hand, my lips sucking on his purple mushroom, as I too dozed off.
We landed in good time, in an intense dry heat, only to discover that our transfer coach to the apartment had broken down further inland. We decided to use public transport, resulting in quite a trek to get to our apartment, and by the time we arrived we were all feeling a bit hot, sweaty and grouchy. I hadn’t really given much thought to what would happen when we got to the apartment, so when it came time to drop our bags in the rooms and freshen up I wasn’t expecting the sudden lurch in my chest when Jamie said I’d be sharing with him. Apparently Carl and Marc, housemates back in England, always shared rooms on trips, partly because they were used to each other’s routines and partly because Andy was a notorious snorer so nobody wanted to share with him. I took a few deep breaths and followed Jamie down the sunlit corridor to a nice room, airy and sunny, with a terrace that looked out over the beachfront and lush green hills. He dropped his bag, asked if it was ok for him to shower first, and proceeded to take off his t-shirt. This was ok, I’d seen him bare-chested loads of times in our house, but when his hands started pulling on the drawstring of his shorts as he idly kicked off his flip-flops, I made a gabbled excuse and bolted to the terrace, saying I needed some air. What the hell was wrong with me? I wasn’t expecting anything to happen, I knew Jamie was straight, but the sudden realisation that my fantasy was about to be revealed just proved too much. I heard the hiss of the shower, and Jamie whistling. Shit…what if that was my only opportunity to catch a look at his cock? I composed myself, cleared my throat a few times, and went back in to the bedroom. We had a room with bunks, and Jamie had swung his bags up onto the top, so I lay back on the bottom bed and started, oh so casually, flipping through a magazine on local attractions, my heart beating a steady rhythm.
Eventually the shower was flipped off, and a few minutes later the door to the bathroom opened and Jamie walked into the bedroom…wearing a pair of briefs! Damn! He still looked amazing though, his near-nakedness almost as good as the complete deal. He sauntered across the tiled floor, toweling off his hair, then sat down on the bed next to me, his bum resting against my hip. His skin was slightly red from the shower, and the scent of his clean, fresh shower gel washed over me like a wave. “You alright?” he said to me, giving me a quizzical look. “You look a bit flushed.” He ruffled my hair.
“Oh, I expect it’s just the heat” I answered, flushing even more. “I might have a bit of a lie down.”
“Yeah, I was thinking the same,” said Jamie and, getting up, he hung the towel and came over to the bunks, getting ready to haul himself up onto the top bed. Suddenly I was presented with an arresting sight, Jamie’s body from the knees up and the shoulders down, framed by the top and bottom of the beds. But my eyes, of course, were locked on his most outstanding feature, his light blue briefs hugging and framing a pair of plum sized balls and the nub of a short thick cock angling off to the left. I could clearly see the shape and plumpness of the short shaft and the slight tenting of the materialwhere his little mushroom head was pressed against the fabric. With a grunt he hauled himself onto the bunk, giving me a quick snapshot up between his spread golden thighs, the briefs momentarily pulled tight in the space between his arse and balls, as he swung first one leg and then the other onto the bed. He settled himself, the wooden slats groaning and creaking above my head. “Speak to you later” he yawned, and as I lay there dazed and now fully erect, I eventually heard his breathing deepen as he drifted off.

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“What the fuck?” I don’t know whether that was just what raced through my mind or whether Trent yelled it, but it’s the thought I awoke to, as I saw this beautiful tall slender woman sitting on the bed next to Trent.
“Sarah?” Trent exclaimed.
“Oh fuck, it’s a wife or girlfriend,” is what went through my mind. I didn’t move a muscle, in hopes that somehow I would just fade into oblivion.
“What are you doing here?” Trent asked.
“Trent, your memory totally sucks! You know Mom and Dad and I were coming to visit this week. We left a message for you this morning on your phone, didn’t you get it?” she asked.
“Oh fuck! No, I didn’t… We were… Oh, man. Where are Mom and Dad?” Trent asked, now in a full panic.
They dropped me off because I needed to use the bathroom, but then Mom wanted to run to the store so she can cook for you tonight,” she explained.
“Well, go to the bathroom, then!” Trent said.
“I already did! I came in put my bags over there, peed, and sat and watched you two sleep for a few minutes,” she said with a big smile. “You’re so rude! Are you going to introduce us?”
Trent, seeming very flustered, said, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. This is Paul, he’s my…”
“…boyfriend, yeah, I get that. Hi, Paul, I’m Sarah. I’m Trent’s little sister,” she said as she reached out to shake my hand.
“Hello, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Trent’s neighbor,” I said, in a desperate attempt to recover.
“Mom!” Trent shouted. In all the confusion, none of us had noticed Trent’s parents standing in the hallway, his father holding his mother, seemingly trying to stabilize her.
When she realized we had seen her, she put her chin up and marched into the bedroom, extended her hand to me, and said, “I’m Trent’s mother, Page.”
As I shook her hand, his father approached the bed and extended his hand, adding “And, I’m Dan, Trent’s dad. Nice to meet you, young man.”
At this point, I was still unsure whether this was just a bizarre nightmare or whether it was really happening. Then, Page, who was now sitting on the bed with her arm around her son, said, “Okay, let’s give these boys a chance to get themselves together, out of here, both of you! I’m going to put on a pot of coffee,” she said to Sarah and Dan, as she shooed them out of the room.
As the door closed, and the voices faded, I looked over at Trent.
“Dude… you are white as a fuckin’ ghost!” He said and then started laughing hysterically.I was reeling from the events of the last ten minutes. Trent leaned over and apologized and kissed me and said, “You’re my boyfriend. Once Sarah knows something, there can be no secrets! We just have to assume it’s public knowledge, now.” He said, smiling that big boyish smile.
“Wow, I’m really surprised your parents took that so well.”
“Yeah, they’re really cool. They’ve always been very open-minded and have allowed Sarah and me to make our own decisions. They may give us a nudge from time to time, but they really want us to live our own lives.”
I was speechless. Absolutely stunned and speechless.
“Now, if we don’t get out there quick, they’ll be back in here, so, do you think you can walk yet?” He said, laughing.
We stood up, but I have to admit I was still a little apprehensive. I hadn’t even contemplated my short-lived relationship with Trent would ever get to the “meet the parents” phase, and I has sure never contemplated that I’d meet them all in Trent’s bed! Trent pulled me into his arms and told me, “Relax. They’re really great people, and I know they’re really going to like you.”
As we went into the living room, Dan said, “Trent, throw your shoes on and come with me. We had a blowout on the way, and I want to get a new tire put on the car before I do anything else.”
“Sure, Dad,” Trent replied. Trent grabbed his shoes and put them on.
“Wait, now, I just put on a fresh pot of coffee. Can’t you boys wait until after we have coffee?” Page pleaded.
“No, I want to get this done now, so we won’t be worried about running around in the car. It should only take about an hour,” Dan said.
Trent turned and grabbed his wallet, then turned to me and said, “You gonna be okay here while I’m gone?”
Insulted, Page came to attention, “Well, what in the world… What kind of question is that? You act like you’re leavin’ him with a couple of barracudas!” Trent’s Dad chuckled, as Page continued, “Goodness sake, he’s in good hands. You boys go on, and we’ll take good care of Paul while you’re gone. Paul, you’re just gonna relax with us and have some coffee–do you like coffee, Paul?”
“Yes, Ma’am, I LOVE coffee,” I answered.
“Good, then it’s settled,” Page said.
I was stunned when Trent leaned in and kissed me on the lips, and then turned to leave, saying, “And, don’t ya’ll be interrogating Paul while we’re gone.”
“Now, you stop that! We wouldn’t do that,” Page said.
As I watched Trent disappear out the door, I looked over toward Sarah and Page, who were both looking at me with knowing looks. “Just relax. This will only hurt a little,” Sarah laughed.
“Aw, stop that and carry this coffee for me, Sarah. Paul, they give me the hardest time. Don’t you worry about a thing. You’re in good hands,” Page promised.
Page had put together a tray with cups, cream, sugar, and a French Press full of fresh brewed coffee. Sarah grabbed the tray and headed out toward the balcony, and Page approached me, took my arm, and started leading me to the balcony.
As we took our places around the patio table, Sarah–with a devilish smile on her face, not unlike her brother’s–justified her brother’s apprehension, saying “Here’s how this is gonna go down. We want the dirt!” Sarah said.
I was expecting Page to reign Sarah in, but instead she added, “Yes, sweetie, sing like a bird!” Page cackled, as she poured my coffee. “Be careful, though, dear. Remember, I’m somebody’s mother. I don’t want ALL the details!”
“Yeah, you can save those to tell me later tonight,” Sarah said.
I was horrified. All I really had were dirty details, tales of our sexual exploits and how much I loved making love with Trent. Then, suddenly, as though some third person in my mind stepped up to the plate, I heard myself say, “Well, we were both coming home at the same time one evening, and Trent introduced himself to me. We talked a while, and he asked if I wanted to have a few beers with him. I told him I don’t drink and…”
“At ALL??? You don’t drink at all, dear? Paul, Honey, are you on the wagon?” Page asked.
“Subtle, Mom. Real subtle,” Sarah said, as she sipped her coffee.
“No, no. Nothing like that. Just never developed a taste for it,” I replied.
“So, back to the story!” Sarah said, shooting an agitated look toward her mother.
“Well, I told him I kept some beer in my fridge for company and invited him over. He said yes, and we hit it off. We’ve been together ever since!” I said.
“Oh, it’s so romantic! Sarah, dear, one day you’re going to meet a nice boy like your brother did, you’ll see,” Page said. As the full impact of what Page just said hit her, she had a perplexed look on her face.
“Yeah, those are words you never thought you’d hear pass your lips, eh, Mom?” Sarah chuckled.
“What about the sex?” Sarah asked.
I was once again stunned. I liked how direct Sarah was, much like her brother, but there were times when I was taken aback by it, and this was certainly one of those times. I could feel myself blushing, as I looked down at my coffee, half wondering whether I could drown myself in it in order to escape the rest of my interrogation!
“Oh, come on. We found you in bed with him. I know you all are sleeping together. Plus, we have a good reason for asking!” Sarah said, exchanging a knowing glance with her mother.
“Sarah! Did you forget I’m somebody’s mother?” Page asked, seeming rather annoyed.
“Mom, get a grip. You know why I’m asking.” Sarah countered.
“Okay, but this conversation stays right here. Between us!” Page demanded.
Sarah agreed, and then said, looking knowingly at her mother, as though there was some unspoken communication occurring between them, “I don’t know how to say this, so I will just say it. Trent didn’t do so well with women. They loved him and found him incredibly attractive, but his relationships never really lasted.”
“He’s a man who likes to be a man, if you know what I mean,” Page interjected, trying to lessen the impact of her son’s perceived shortcomings. “He likes to be in control of things, and women today don’t take kindly to that. Women just didn’t seem to understand him. He’s a little rough with them, sometimes, I guess.” She looked concerned and vulnerable, like a mother who recognizes something is wrong with her child, but is wrestling with how to manage it.
“Yeah, he’s a kinky, arrogant, and rough in bed,” Sarah added, as clarification to her mother’s comments.
“Do you find this to be true, dear?” Page asked, making absolutely no attempts to disguise her concern.
“Oh, yeah, that’s what I like about him!” I heard myself say. There was a pregnant pause, as they both looked at me with their mouths open.
“Sounds like you’re our man! Welcome to the family, Paul,” Sarah said, as she and Page clicked their glasses together, apparently toasting the victory at the end of a hard fought battle.
Page chuckled, and then confided, “Sarah thought you were a woman yesterday!”
“What?” I asked.
Sarah explained, “Well, I called Trent at work yesterday, and he sounded like he was walking on air. I told Mom and Dad that I just knew he had found his soul mate, and that I couldn’t wait to meet her. Trent wouldn’t tell me anything, but I kept asking about his new ‘love interest’, and he just kept chuckling.”
“Yes, well, apparently, you forgot that the point of your call was to remind him that we would be here today, and to be sure he was off work for a couple days, so we could spend time with him. She’s such a gossip!” Page said.
“So, you live RIGHT next door?” Sarah asked.
“Yep,” I replied.
“Wow, let’s go see your place!” Sarah said.
“Sarah, you don’t just invite yourself to someone’s home! Good grief!” Page exclaimed.
“Mom, he’s sleeping with my brother. He’s family!” Sarah countered.

TBC………

getting to fuck the neighbor 10

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Everything was a learning experience at this point in our relationship, and Trent was full of surprises. I expected someone who cooks for a living to be very particular about his food, but Trent’s attitude toward food seemed to be more like that of a country boy, where he ate what he was given and didn’t complain. I would soon learn that, when it came to food, if he wasn’t impressed with something, he would simply say, “It’s okay.” If he absolutely hated something he’d say, “Eh, not really my thing. I won’t order it again.” If he enjoyed it, he’d say, “That was awesome.”
He was adorable. He was like a big kid, always with a big smile, and people just loved him. The waitress at breakfast couldn’t stop rubbing his shoulder and laughing with him. He spent part of the meal making faces back and forth to the kids sitting a couple tables away. He had a natural confidence and a love for life that was contagious.
After breakfast, we went to the shoe store, where Trent wanted to pick up some new shoes. I was loving being with him. I don’t know how to describe it, but being even within a couple feet of him made me feel so energized and content. When he found a pair of shoes he liked, he grabbed them off the shelf and said, “Come on.” He plopped down in a chair and looked at me with that devilish grin and said, “Wanna help?”
“Hell yeah.”, I replied.
I got down on my knees, and unlaced his shoes, then gently lifted his foot and pulled the shoe off his foot. I loved the way his feet smelled, and he knew it. I looked up at him sitting back in the chair, with me at his feet, and he legs spread wide at the knee. Man, I wanted him!
“Make sure you get that stuff out of there,” he instructed. “You know, all that shit they shove up in the toe of the shoes,” he said very seriously. He was so adorable; I couldn’t help but chuckle, knowing that tissue paper stuffed in the front of that size 13 foot could be a big problem. I put his new shoes on him, and he walked around a bit. We did this with several pairs, and it didn’t escape Trent that a couple of the store clerks had been watching us.
When he decided on his shoes, we went up to the cashier. “Did you find everything okay?” she asked.
“Yep, sure did,” Trent, replied.
“Boy, that sure is a nice friend you have there, helping you try on all those shoes,” the cashier observed.
“Sure is. He LOVES me!” Trent replied, like it was a badge of honor or something. The cashier just smiled an uncertain smile, and Trent paid and left.
“Did you say you wanted to go get some pants, too?” I asked.
“Yeah, but we can do that later. After that workout you gave me this morning, and that breakfast, I could use a nap!” Trent said with a smile. “You like naps?” he asked, as though he was genuinely trying to learn something about me.
“Aw, man, I LOVE naps!” I replied.
So, we went back to his place, and sat down on the sofa for a minute with a cool drink. “Man, this feels really great. I’m so glad you moved in next door,” Trent said.
“Yeah, me too!” I agreed.
“Hrm… Not sure we’re gonna need two apartments much longer, though,” he said. I was stunned. TWO DAYS we’ve known each other and he’s gone from being straight to being gay and is now talking about moving in together. This is a record even for a gay guy, and gay guys are notorious for moving in together rather quickly.
“Let’s go back and take a nap. But, first, maybe you can give me a nice foot massage,” Trent said with a big smile.
“I’d LOVE to!” I said.
“Yeah, Dude, there were a couple times when I thought you were gonna do me right there in the shoe store. I saw you pop wood at least twice, while you were messing with my feet,” he laughed.
“Shut up,” I said in a monotone voice.
“Shut up? Shut up????” he teased. He moved in closer, and used his hand to guide my chin toward him.
“Answer me this: who’s your daddy?” he said with a big smile on his face.
“You’re my Daddy, Trent,” I replied.
“That’s what I like,” he said. “Come on, let’s go.”, he commanded as he got up and started toward the bedroom, with me following obediently behind him.
As we entered the bedroom, he peeled his shirt off, and then he sat on the edge of the bed. I untied his shoes and slipped them off. He stood up and pulled his shorts and underwear down, and then got back on the bed and lay down. I moved to the foot of the bed, and ran my face across the soles of his feet. He hadn’t had his shoes on long enough today to build up any kind of a sweat, but they still smelled like Trent’s feet to me, and I was in heaven.
I started massaging his sexy feet, and heard him moaning and sighing. A lot of guys are funny about their feet, especially guys with larger feet. They’re generally very self-conscious about them, but not Trent. He loved having his feet massaged and worshipped.
He was wearing those ankle socks, and I started to peel the first one off, revealing the heel of his foot. I bent down and kissed it. Then, I rubbed my face against it, and then finally licked it. Before I knew it I was sucking on his heel, and slowly sliding his sock up to reveal more of the soles of his feet. I worked my way up that big foot, licking and sucking and kissing every inch of it. When I finally slid that sock up over his toes to reveal that whole big foot, I nuzzled his toes, taking in their scent. I licked the undersides, and then between his toes. Then, I took his big toe into my mouth and sucked on it, marveling at how big it was in my mouth. “Nice, Dude,” I heard Trent whisper, as I took his other toes into my mouth and began sucking them. “Yeah, suck my toes, Dude. Worship my big sexy feet. You like my big feet, don’t ya. You love licking them and kissing them. Sucking on this big toes,” he said.
“I love your feet, Trent. I love worshipping your feet,” I said. Then, I moved on to his other foot.
When I was done with his other foot, he said, “Come on up here with me, Dude. Lay here next to me. I crawled up the bed, and he grabbed my arm and positioned me so we were facing each other. With our heads on the pillow, he had this endearing look on his face. His eyes were getting heavy, and were nearly closed, as were mine. I could see his guard drop, and for a fleeting second, he was just a little boy, open and vulnerable. Softly, I heard him whisper with absolute sincerity, “Thanks for loving me, Dude…”
I felt my heart stop and a tear slide down my face and onto my pillow, and it was all I could do to choke out, “Thank you, Trent. I love you.”
He smiled and drifted off to sleep, and I must have, too, because the next sound I heard was a woman, saying, “Oh, this is SO HOT!”

TBC…..

getting to fuck the neighbor 7

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It was a restless night. My mind is reeling from everything that is happening. Yesterday evening, I met my new neighbor, and tonight I lie beside him, listening to the rhythmic sounds of his breathing, feeling his breath on the nape of my neck, and feeling the warmth of his long body next to mine.
I scold myself for being promiscuous, but then revel in being next to him. As I reflect on what has happened over the last day or so, I once again find myself giving into my own desires. His hypnotic breathing is proof that this stud is content and relaxed, and I am very proud of getting him to this place.
It’s 2:38 am, and I’m craving sex yet again with this guy. I simply cannot get enough of him. I’m hard as a rock just thinking about him and feeling him next to me. But, what should I do? Is he the type of guy who enjoys midnight sex, or is he more content to sleep? All too soon, my question is answered.
I feel him move and his breathing changes. He lifts his head and looks at me, and I turn my head to see him. In a husky whisper, he says, “Hey…” and a big smile spread across his face. And, he has me once again. At this moment, I would do absolutely anything for him. I feel like I’m going insane, but I’m beyond reason at this point.
“Hey, Sexy,” I say. I roll over and he stretches, grabbing the headboard and fully extending his body. It’s an impressive sight. His strong masculine hands clutching the headboard. His long muscular arms completely tensed. His long torso. Those long sexy legs leading to those beautiful long feet. At this moment, I want to devour him! And, I’m excited to see his cock is rising as he finishes his stretch.
His long exhale ends with, “Argggggggh… what are you looking at?”
As I look up to see that big smile on his face, I smile back and counter with, “Just trying to decide where to start.”
“Dude, you can start anywhere you want, but I gotta pee first,” he says as he hoists himself up out of the bed. What an incredible view, as his long body walks through the moonlit room. It’s as if he has some aura around him that just makes me want to beg to please him. It occurs to me that I’m actually anxious for him to get back from the bathroom, so I can make love with him. It’s not just his figure, it’s the way he uses it. His mannerisms and that certain arrogance he has that’s just enough. There’s no mistaking he’s the alpha male, or that he enjoys the role.
As he returns to the bed, he hurls his body onto it, and I just miss getting struck down by a couple of those limbs, and we both laugh. He says, “Come here.”, as he rolls me onto my back. He pushes one of my legs to the side with one of his hands, as he positions himself between my legs. He’s looking down at me and smiling, as he moves closer. Our mouths are just inches from each other, as he starts to rest the weight of his body on mine, and I’m in heaven. He looks into my eyes and says, “Do I have morning breath?”.
“Who cares?”
“You care!” he says.
“No, I don’t, and you don’t have morning breath.”
“Prove it,” he demands.
“How am I supposed to prove it?”
“Don’t pull away,” he says as he lowers his mouth to just millimeters from mine. I can feel the heat of his lips, as he breathes into my mouth, and suddenly, I feel our lips meet, and his tongue slips past my lips, and I lose control. I’ve wanted this from the moment I saw him, and I don’t want to let it end. He is holding my head with his big hand, lining me up just the way he wants to kiss me. This guy is a control freak, and I’m loving every minute of it.
He reaches down and grabs one of my legs and pulls it up above his hip, and I willingly lift the other, as I start to feel him aligning his cock with my hole. I want it so badly. He smiles at me and says, “I think someone needs to be fucked.”
“I do, I want it so badly. You are driving me nuts. I can’t get enough of you,” I pant.
“I know, and I LOVE that! Do you know how hot it is to have someone want me so badly? It’s a total turn-on,” he says as he extends his long arm to grab the bottle of lube off his nightstand.
As he rises up to open the lube, I say, “Wait.”
“What?”
“Can I suck you first?” I half beg.
“Man, it’s all yours. Tell me what you want,” he chuckles.
“Come here,” I say as I pull on his hips and position myself against the headboard. He realizes I want him to feed me his cock, so he moves up the bed on his knees, and soon I have that huge mast just above my face.
I grab his cock and start to pull it down toward my mouth, but he grabs it and knocks my hand away, saying, “Not so fast. You’re gonna have to work for that. Why don’t you start by sucking my big nuts.”
This guy was like a porn story come to life. He seems to know the right thing to say and do at every turn. It’s like he’s reading my mind, and knows exactly what I want. We are like yin-yang; he’s everything I’m not, and I absolutely love that about him. He enjoys dominating and being pleased, and I seem to live to please him.
I first lick each of his nuts, as I look up at his long body towering above me. He’s rubbing his belly and his chest, and it’s plain to see that he’s loving having his nuts serviced. I suck his left nut into my mouth and bathe it with my tongue. Getting anxious, he pushes his other nut into my mouth with his long finger, lowering himself onto my face even more, so my nose is now pressed against the bottom of his shaft. He reaches down and starts stroking his cock, “Aw… That’s nice. That’s what I like. Give my balls a good tongue bath. Massage them with that tongue.”
I can feel his balls actually getting bigger in my mouth, and I’m not sure how much bigger they can get before I’ll have to eject at least one of them. But, at this point there’s nowhere for them to go, and he’s continuing his dialogue, “Aw, nice. You like sucking on my big nuts, dontcha. They feel so good in your hot mouth, with your tongue running all over them. That’s awesome, Dude. Yeah, keep massaging my nuts with your tongue.”
His balls have now swollen to the point where my mouth is absolutely full. I can’t really even move my tongue around them much more, because they’ve gotten so big. But then, he starts to back up, and says, “Look, I’ve got something for you. Something I know you love. All for you.” That’s when I realize he’s leaking precum, and is sliding his finger up his shaft toward the head of his cock, swabbing a bunch of it with is finger. “Open,” he says, and I open my mouth nice and wide. He slides his finger across my tongue and says, “Suck it.” I begin sucking on his long finger, and I love the taste of his precum. I look up toward his face, and he’s smiling, but has an intensely erotic expression on his face.
He slowly slides his finger out of my mouth and says, “Good? That’s what you like huh? Want some more?”
“Yes, I want it.” I reply.
“Time to get you to work on my big cock. That’s what you want, huh? Wanna suck my precum from the source?”
“Yeah.”
“Open”, he commands, and I open my mouth nice and wide. “Just the head, just the head,” he whispers, as he puts just the head of his cock into my mouth, so I can suck on it. I close my mouth around it and greedily begin sucking the precum off it. Wow, it tastes so good, and he slowly starts feeding more of his cock into my mouth. The position isn’t ideal though, so I scoot up a bit more, and then I feel the head of his cock slip into my throat. He is once again clutching the headboard, and moving slowly in and out of my mouth, so that each time he moves out of my throat, I can work on his cock with my tongue. I am in ecstasy, as is he. We are in a perfectly balanced sexual state, where I am once again pleasing the alpha male towering over me, and he is being pleased.
“Oh shit. I really want to fuck you, but I think I’m gonna have to feed you my load instead. Your mouth is just too fucking talented. It’s like you were born to please my fuckin’ cock, Dude. Yeah, man, come on. Keep doing it. Just like that.”
“Mmmmmmmmmm…” is all I can muster in response.
“Stroke your cock, Dude. Are you stroking your cock? I want you to fuckin’ get off on sucking me. That’s hot!” he says. I grab my cock, but I’m honestly so horned up that the slightest move can cause me to explode, so I just hold it tightly.

getting to fuck the neighbor 6

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I replied, I want more of your ass, please.”
He needed no further prompting and moved off the sofa with a foot on either side of my head, then lowered his ass onto my face, with his back braced against the sofa. I went to work on his ass, eagerly wiping away the days’ sweat with my tongue. He was moaning, and starting to mumble something, “Man, you love my body, don’t ya? You’re all up in my dirty ass. Licking my sweaty feet. This is hot! Chicks just don’t get into this kinda shit. You know how to worship a guy’s body right!”
Then, he stood up and went to the kitchen to get some more water. He walked past me toward the bedroom, saying “Come on.” I got up and followed him. As I walked behind him, I stared at his form. This guy was absolutely perfect. He stood next to the bed and gently caressed his chest with his big hands. Then, he locked his hands together and stretched them up over his head as he yawned. This exposed his armpits, and I moved forward and placed on hand on his arm, as I moved my face into his pit. He was startled at first, but then watched as I buried my face in his armpit, and began licking the salty sweat from it. He said, “Hang on, Dude. Let me lay down. I can’t believe this.” He laid down on the bed, and folded his arms behind his head, then said, “There ya go Dude, have at ‘em. Clean those pits up for me. This is so HOT! There is nothing you won’t do to please me and worship my body, is there?” he said. First the right one and then the left. I loved every scent of his body.
When he felt I was done, he said, “Dude… Want me to fuck you?” It had been a long time since I had been penetrated. My last partner was a bottom, and was much interested in me fucking him. I soon realized this wasn’t truly a question. He stood me up and pulled me toward him, so my back was to him. He kissed me on the neck, as he started undoing my pants. My mind was racing, “Did he just kiss my neck?! No straight guy would do that! Hrm… or maybe it’s just a master kissing his slave; a reward for a job well done?”
I realized that he had every intention of fucking me, and that I better get onboard with the idea quickly. I pulled my pants off, then he pulled my shirt off over my head. This was the first time he had seen me nude. He moved me forward to the bed and then pushed my shoulders down, causing me to catch my fall with my arms, which meant that my knees where now on the edge of the bed and my ass was in the air. I heard him open a drawer behind me, and then heard him open and close a tube of lube.
I heard him lubing up his big cock, which was now rock hard. He asked when the last time was I was fucked, and I told him it was years ago. Expecting him to say something compassionate, he instead said, “Cool. You’re gonna be tight, then. This is gonna be awesome.”
My feeling of utter amazement was shattered, when I felt the cool lube being rubbed on my ass. “Just relax.” he said, as I felt him move forward. I was imagining what he must look like standing there with his cock poised to penetrate my ass. Oddly, a sense of lust and wanting overcame me, and I actually felt myself anticipating it. Then, I felt the head of his big cock make its first contact with my hole. I was nervous, and that wasn’t making this easy. He repeated his instruction for me to relax, and I tried to focus, but it felt so huge as he started pressing into me. I knew that any moment now, my hole would give way to him and his big head would pop inside me, likely sending searing pains through my body. I wasn’t wrong. Soon, he broke through and I yelled out in pain. He stopped and again told me to just relax. He said, “I know my cock is big, but you’re going to enjoy this. Come on, Baby, open up for me.” There was something so seductive about the way he talked, and I again felt him pushing into me, and my instincts kicked in and I pushed back, which allowed him to start sliding into me.
I was on a natural high as I felt him entering me, and opened my eyes to see the faint outlines of his body in the dark room. I felt his body shudder, and heard him say, “Oh fuck. Oh fuck. That feels so good. Your ass is so hot and tight. Just get used to it for a minute.”
Suddenly a warm rush came over me and my ass became acclimated to his huge tool, and I heard myself say, “Please fuck me.”
“Just give it a minute, so you can get used to it.” he said.
I said, “I want it, I love your cock inside me. Please fuck me. I need it bad.”
He replied, “Holy fuck, that’s hot!” Then, he started sliding in and out, slowly at first, but then it was my turn to encourage him.
I was clenching the sheets in both my fists, and my face was against the bed, as my upturned ass was being rammed by his big tool. “Fuck me. Give me that cock. I want it so bad. I need it. Come on, Baby, bang my ass. Own it.” I heard myself say. I couldn’t believe it, and neither could he.
“Holy fuck! You want it? Yeah, you love pleasing me. That looks hot, my big cock sliding in and out of your ass. I’m fuckin’ you good, huh?” I heard as he began working my ass in earnest. He was slamming into me, sometimes rhythmically, and other times sporadically, but I was anticipating each thrust and gratefully accepted it. I felt so full, so complete, with him inside me. I never wanted it to end.
He said, “Yeah, give me that ass. I bet you wanted me in this ass from the minute you saw me. You couldn’t wait for me to let you worship my body, huh? Yeah, take it all. Take all my cock up in that ass of yours. I’m givin’ it to ya good, huh?”
“Yeah, I wanted it. I wanted to worship your body. I wanted to suck your toes and lick your feet. I wanted to suck on those big nuts of yours. I wanted to eat your hot ass. I can’t get enough of you. I love you fuckin’ me. I want your load. Come on, breed me you fucker. Breed my ass. It’s all yours,” I said, totally embracing the moment.
Soon, I heard the all-to-familiar sounds of panting. I could feel his sweaty body against mine. Now, he was in a steady rhythm, and my ass was taking a beating. I was still pleading with him to fuck me harder. “That’s your ass, Trent. Fuck it good. Come on, Trent, train my ass to take that monster cock of yours. I want it. I want your load in my ass. I want to feel you fill me with your hot cum. Please, Trent. I want it so bad.”
He panted, “You want it? You want it? Oh, you’re gonna get it, you don’t need to worry about that. I’m going to slam my load into your hot ass. You’re gonna fuckin’ take every last drop of my cum. I’m gonna empty my big nuts in your ass. That’s what you want, isn’t it? You fuckin’ worship me, and you want me to breed your fuckin’ ass, don’t you.”
All this talk was getting me incredibly hot, even though I was still clinching the sheets and wasn’t touching my cock. “Oh fuck yeah, I want it. You fuckin’ give me that load!” I yelled as I started bucking against him. At this point this was a sort of animal love. He was clutching my thighs and thrusting his cock into me like a machine. I was almost delirious in ecstasy, as he used my ass to serve his cock. The words, mine and his, had just started run together. Me begging for it and him promising I was going to get it and telling me how much I wanted it.
Then, suddenly, I felt my own nuts start to contract, which must have caused my ass to tighten on his cock, because he let out a scream and slammed into me, and as I felt myself begin to shoot over and over, I felt his cock dumping its payload into me. For a moment, it was as though we had settled into some sort of rhythm, where I would shoot, and he would counter with another shot of his cum in my ass. It was absolutely intense, and I didn’t want it to end.
I reached a plane of ecstasy I had never before encountered. Sex was animalistic and we were in some sort of sexual synchronicity. As he finished filling my ass, I felt him spasm a few more times, and then collapse on the bed, pulling me off balance and onto the bed beside him. He wrapped his arms around me and put his cock back between my ass cheeks, gently humping, but not penetrating me. We were both panting and were covered in sweat. It was almost as if each sexual experience we had was more intense than the last.
After a few minutes, he broke the silence, “Okay, now we SERIOUSLY need a shower. There’s no way around it, now.” We laughed, and headed to the bathroom. We both showered mostly with our eyes closed, feeling the sensuality of the soap and warm water running over our bodies. He, of course, allowed me to bathe him, and I enjoyed the opportunity to caress every inch of his body. After we showered, we headed back to the bedroom. He threw himself on the bed, long limbs everywhere–what a sight he was. It was hard even for me to imagine, but I wanted to crawl back on that bed and start again. This guy was becoming an addiction.
I started gathering up my clothes, and he said, “What are you doing?”
I said, “I’m getting dressed, so I can go home. I’m not going to walk out here naked!”
“Who said I was done with you, yet?” I threw down my clothes like they were on fire, and moved back toward him. He patted the bed beside him and said, “Lay here.”
Given our history, I assumed he was positioning me to serve him in yet another way, but to my surprise, he said, “Stay here tonight.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, unless you don’t want to.” he said.
“I want to be near you every chance I get. I can’t get enough of you. I’ll stay as long as you let me.”
He smiled and pushed me over onto my side, and then wrapped his arms around me so we were spooning. I could feel him breathing on my neck, and then he gently kissed my neck. “Yeah, I know. I think that’s what I like about you most!” he chuckled. Both of us knew there was a lot of truth in that statement. “Now I won’t have to call you to tell you to come over when I wake up,” he said playfully.
As I heard him drifting off to sleep, I wonder what was going on? Was I really just there as a convenience or could this be turning into more? Was I just a pathetic little queer being used for his pleasure, or was he discovering that he may be open to a relationship with a man? This morning, he jacked me off, which most straight guys wouldn’t do. Then, he kissed me on the neck, and now he was spooning me. This sure was starting to feel more like just a sexual arrangement, though all we’d done so far WAS have sex. I had to admit to myself, though, that at this point I was already hoping for more, though I was committed to letting it happen on his schedule, as he was comfortable with it. I drifted off to sleep in bliss. Either way, I was enjoying every minute of my time with Trent.
TBC….

In his arms (3)

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Spring was approaching and Victor’s life was more settled than it had been in years, at least in his opinion it was. He was happily involved with Samuel. His ex-wife was dating again, though she’d not found anyone serious and according to her she wasn’t looking, but she wasn’t going to dry up and become a prune either. He was glad for that. He knew Pamela was special and she could make someone else very happy.
Most of all he felt very confident with the way the children were more accepting of Samuel. His lover had been included in the counseling sessions and as the whole group met, they slowly began the healing and learning process their unique situation forced upon them. It was the sound of laughter that brought Victor back to reality and he looked over to the giggling faces of his twin daughters, Alice and Abby. He chuckled, his chest rising from the motion and watched Samuel herd them back toward him and Michael, the twins’ five-year-old brother.
“Pamela’s late,” Samuel replied. He and Victor were on their way to Florida to visit some friends of Samuel’s. Pamela was to meet them at the airport before they departed and pick up the kids.
“Pam’s not late. She’s right here,” a soft voice spoke from behind him. Both men looked, Samuel turned so he could face the voice and he grinned.
“So you are,” he said with a lift to his lips.
The children ran to their mother and hugged her legs. Victor stood and gathered the small suitcase and the two bags that the kids had shoved toys and clothes in. They’d spent the first few days of Spring Break with him and would finish the rest of the week with Pamela before returning to school and the visitation schedule. “Here you go,” he said after exchanging “Hellos” and “How ya’ dos.”
Samuel gripped Victor’s shoulder and the two men watched Pamela lead the group of happy youngsters out of the airport. “Sure is nice to see that,” Samuel said.
“Yea. I wasn’t sure if I’d ever see them happy again. I’m thrilled beyond words,” Victor agreed, picking up his suitcase just as the final boarding call to Miami was announced. The two men moved through Security and eventually made it onto the plane. They took their seats in first class and settled back for the flight.
Victor had fallen asleep a few minutes after the flight settled and it was the touch of Samuel’s lips against his ear that stirred him from his slumber. “Hey sexy,” Sam whispered. His had slowly traveled an invisible trail of heat along Victor’s thigh. “You know we have to do it,” he smirked against his friend ear before sliding his tongue over the curve.
“No, we don’t,” Victor said followed by a heated groan and the firm removal of Samuel’s hand from his thigh. He continued to hold his partner’s hand though he knew that touch was just as arousing as all the other things about Samuel. He loved his mate and he enjoyed everything about him, even this wicked naughty side. Victor knew exactly what Samuel had meant; his lover had joked about the “Mile-High Club” for the last few days as their trip grew closer.
Sam laughed and squeezed his partner’s hand. His mouth still whispering against Victor’s skin. “You’ll love it.”
“I know I would,” Victor said. He shifted in his seat. His cock was already hard, the mere thought of fucking Samuel in the airplane was more desirable then he’d imagined. Samuel added to the pressure by running his tongue along Victor’s neck and then telling him how badly he wanted his lover’s cock.
“Come on baby. My cock is hard. I need to come. I have what we need in my jacket pocket,” Samuel released Victor’s hand and pretended to reach down to pick up a magazine that was lying on the floor as he did he purposely groped his lover’s swollen sex. His eyes looked up into Victor’s. Both men knew it was going to happen and when Samuel left, Victor followed two minutes later.
Sam ignored the looks that were tossed at him. He was used to the stares, but he was also aware that when you flew first class as often as he and his company’s associates did, you weren’t questioned about a lot of things. Once first class folks made it through security, you pretty much were scot-free on your movements as long as you caused no serious problems.
Victor was not as comfortable with the stares he received as he made his way to the bathroom. He was still new to the “coming out” that he’d done seven months ago. He knew in time, or he hoped in time he would become more at ease and not worry so much about what others thought. He knew Sam was good for him in that respect; it was just something else he loved about his partner.
Samuel was waiting for Victor, his cock hard and ready for his lover to enjoy. He knew though that Victor would be nervous and need further encouraging, but he didn’t mind. That was one of the nice things about the newness of Vic’s new life. Samuel found it arousing to bring his love to a point of need and then some situation forced his lover’s cock to lose some spark. It was Sam’s greatest pleasure making that spark rise back to its fullest potential.
“God, that looks nice,” Victor groaned after shutting and locking the bathroom door. He gazed at Sam’s dick, free from the confines of the gray pants. Those and his white briefs lay in a puddle around Sam’s feet. Victor’s fingers released the button and zipper of his jeans and found his hands pushed away as Samuel took over.
Sam pulled Vic’s jeans and boxers down with one swift jerk and moaned when Victor’s cock jerked free and bounced against Vic’s stomach. Samuel smirked, “This looks nice too.” The cock was not at its fullest potential and that was fine with Sam. He wrapped his fingers around his lover’s dick and began to stroke the hardening meat with long motions, before settling his mouth over the head.
“Ahhh…damn, that’s wonderful. Mmm…I love the way your tongue presses against… oh fuck baby,” Victor muttered. One hand gripped the sink’s counter the other moved into his lover’s hair and held his head closer to the throbbing heat of his sex. “Deeper Sam. Take it all.”
Sam’s grin was felt on Victor’s cock, the grazing of teeth added to his pleasure as Sam opened his mouth, removed his hand and swallowed Victor’s rod with expertise.
“Oh fuck,” Vic groaned. His fingers gripped the counter harder; his fingers tangled deeper into Sam’s hair. “Yes, baby. Fuck yes.” He felt every stroke of Sam’s tongue running over his cock as his lover sucked and pulled on his hard cock. When Sam’s hand moved from his hips to grab his balls, Victor muttered his approval and begged for more. Sam answered with a firm, yet gentle squeeze and began moving his head right and left as he rose up and down on Victor’s dick.
Victor’s blood was boiling. His testicles were begging to be savored and he pulled his lover’s face off his sex and told him to suck his balls. Sam grinned and ran his tongue from the tip of Victor’s cock to the base and then guided his mate’s velvet package into his mouth and began to forcefully suck the twin globes. As he did he used one hand to glide over the saliva and pre cum-covered cock he’d been fucking just seconds ago.
“Harder… oh fuck stroke my cock harder. Faster… Yes… oh God Sam that’s it. Right there.” Victor looked down and watched his friend devour him and he felt the love that he had continue to grow. He pulled his partner from his balls and bent down to kiss him.
Their tongues merged, danced and fucked each other. Each one fought to be the winner of their battle, but each savored the victory of scent and taste of the other. Sam pulled away and gasped against Victor’s lips, “I want your come baby. I need to drink it. Wear it. I want it bad.”
“Take it,” Victor moaned back. He leaned back again and offered his aching member to Sam’s eager lips. Samuel wasted no time in taking the offering and began a series of deep-throating strokes of his mouth muscles and his tongue. He worked the swollen member into his throat, taking every inch and enjoying the way it filled his mouth. His fingers lifted and palmed Vic’s balls and he knew from the way his lover’s moans sounded, now more ragged, that the white honey he desired was coming.
Victor shuddered. His body grew tense and he growled deep as the pearls of his sex flowed hot from his dick and showered the back of Sam’s throat. “Ohhh…,” he moaned as Sam increased his sucking pressure and as the tool softened, Sam took the flesh further, dragging another shot of come, followed by a third. “God baby,” he hissed, watching Sam’s mouth remove itself from his cock. He shivered as his lover’s tongue emerged to wash away the signs of his passion.
It took a minute, maybe two, before Victor was back on Earth with Sam and when he was there with him, he gazed down at the glistening come-soaked lips. They kissed again, sharing the salty taste of come and the sweetness of Sam’s mouth. When they parted Victor looked down at his lover’s sex and grinned. “My turn Sammy,” he smirked.
Sam chuckled and pulled the lube from inside his jacket pocket. He squeezed a generous amount into his hand and watched Victor turn around and face the mirror of the bathroom. It was a tight fit, but the men didn’t care, they wanted each other and they were just as determined as any couple in love would be, to be one with each other.
The first touch of cool lube hitting Victor’s puckered entrance sent a shiver through him and he chuckled, wondering if a person ever got used to that first initial chill. It was gone soon though when he felt Sam’s hands on his hips. “Sit down babe,” Sam said.
Vic closed his eyes and lowered himself to his lover’s lap, as he did he felt Sam’s hands leave his hips, grab his ass cheeks and the two worked together to settle Vic against Sam’s swollen sex.
“Damn, baby. This is hot,” Samuel groaned as he slowly pressed his cock into Vic’s rear. Victor relaxed and welcomed the feeling of Sam entering him. He felt the thick head, swollen and leaking with fluids. He squeezed against the hard shaft, loving the way it felt as it possessed him inch by inch.
“Ahhh…feels wonderful Sam. I love having your cock inside me.”
Sam’s hands gripped Victor’s hips and settled him completely on the engorged member. “Yes… baby, wonderful.” He began lifting and dropping Victor on his dick. They moved slowly at first, but soon it was apparent the two men needed more and they needed it quickly.
“Harder,” Victor ordered. He wanted to scream and shout his demands, but he knew they’d spent more time in here then normal and being loud was pushing their luck. He ground his ass against his love’s cock and felt Sam’s balls slapping against him. His head fell back and he gripped the hard shaft inside him with his firm muscles.
Sam felt his balls grow tight and he knew his seed would be filling Vic’s ass. “Ready? Are you ready for my come?” he asked.
“Give it to me. I need it too. I need your come.”
A shot of fluids coated Victor’s walls and Vic loved the hot liquid. He welcomed it with a grunt and a gasp of pleasure. Samuel delivered it with fever and drove another coat of wet silk into Vic’s ass. “Ahhh…,” he groaned as the fluids erupted for a final time. He eased his cock out and kissed both hard cheeks of Victor’s ass before he let him move completely free of his hold.
He helped his lover repair his state of dress, licking the cock that had grown hard again, before closing the zipper on Vic’s pants. “Man, you can’t do that again,” Vic choked on the words.
“No?” Sam laughed. He then winked. “You go on back to the seat. That cock of yours will be mine again soon.”
Victor chuckled and left Sam to clean up while he returned to his seat. As he did, he squared his shoulders and faced the stares of both curiosity and disgust that greeted him. He knew he’d have those looks, it was human nature, but he didn’t care he was in love and he was willing to face the looks as long as it meant he stayed with Samuel.

You’re my pornstar (part 4)

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“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck… I’m gonna cum, oh fuuuuck.” Tom pulled his cock out of my throat and mouth and with a few strokes of his hand started firing rifle shots of hot cum all over my face and shoulders, some even landing on my back. This visual seemed to push Steve over the edge and he increased the speed of his stroking on my cock and bent low over my back as he pounded into me. I could feel his cock swelling and his hot breath panting out onto the back of my neck. I was so close. I bent my head down to look back at his strong hand working my cock, just as I felt him erupting into the condom in my ass. I felt my whole being rushing to concentrate in my pelvis and a rope of my own cum hit my face just before my whole body whiplashed in orgasm. My vision filled with gold, and that’s the last thing I remember.
“Jack? Jack? Come on, man, wake up. You OK? Jack?”
I woke up on my back on the couch. Looking up at the two hot sweaty naked men, and the strange room, it took me a second to figure out where I was and what was going on. Then I remembered it all, and smiled and stretched. Steve and Tom were both kneeling on the floor beside me and Steve had been gently shaking me. They both wore worried expressions until they saw me smile.
“Are you OK?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. I just passed out I guess. It happens sometimes when I’m over-stimulated.”
“Jesus! You scared the shit out of us, man. I never saw anybody do that before!”
“No? Well, it happens. The French even have a term for it – they call it ‘petit mort’ – ‘little death’. It just means you guys just showed me a really, really good time!”
“Fuck! ‘Little death’ all right. I thought you were dead, man. But we could see you breathing, so we didn’t call an ambulance yet.”
“Good, ’cause I really am fine,” I said as I sat up. I had runny cum dripping down my neck and chest – Tom’s – so I knew I couldn’t have been out long at all, otherwise it would be drying. I’m usually only out for a couple of minutes at the most. I looked behind and saw a big mess on the floor. It seems I had fallen down on top of their old seventies-style coffee table, and let’s just say it hadn’t survived the crash. It was on the floor, with broken legs splaying out from the four corners. It was smeared with cum – mine, I guess – and the empty beer bottles and the ashtray and other stuff that had been on it were strewn across the floor.
“Oh, geez, guys – I’m sorry about the coffee table. I’ll pay for it – “
“Oh, no way, man,” said Tom, “I hated that coffee table anyway. This will give us an excuse to get a new one. We’ll get a nice strong, padded one for when you come over.”
He looked me in the eye, and gave his eyebrows a flirty bounce. I looked at Steve and he grinned.
I leaned back into the couch and looked at the two men kneeling at my feet. I sighed, then threw my head back and laughed.

You’re my pornstar (part 3)

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“Oh, by the way, I smoked your roach while you guys were gone, but not to worry, I rolled another fattie for us.”
“Sounds good,” I replied, and Steve nodded his head, making me twitch.
When Tom finishing pissing he turned back to face us and just stood there close, with his pants down and his dick growing as he watched. He leaned in closer and put his hand on my ass. With his other hand he pinched my nipple, setting up a hotline from there to my cock. He leaned even closer and started talking in a low sexy voice, his lips just inches from my ear so that I could feel his breath there.
“Does that feel good? It sure looks good. Looks like Steve likes sucking on your crank, man. Is he doing a good job? Are you getting close, or what?”
“Um-hmmm,” was all I could get out. My head was starting to fall back involuntarily from the overdose of stimuli I was getting. Steve had started to squeeze and tug on my balls with one hand and was kind of lightly tickling my asshole with the thumb of his other hand. I knew that if he applied any more pressure to my hole I’d probably start shooting right there. Then Tom sucked and nibbled on my nipple for a few seconds and I thought I was going to pass out.
See, this is what I like about group sex, you just get to have more going on for your body when there’s more mouths, hands, cocks, holes, hell even feet, to go around. Two guys working me over can get me into a state that one guy can rarely achieve. I feel like I’m going to explode – I don’t mean come, I mean I feel like my body is going to just explode, fly to bits in every direction. It’s quite a feeling, and can be a little scary sometimes. When I do come when I’m like that, I sometimes pass out – just for a few seconds, but it can be a little embarrassing, and a little scary for an unwitting sex partner (not to mention a bit of a downer if they haven’t come yet). And oh yes – I also tend to make a lot of noise in this state, I’m talking primal screaming, wild animal-type noise, and I’m not even aware that I’m doing it. So anyway, that was the territory that I was heading into out there on that back porch with Steve and Tom.
Then Tom started rubbing his dick on Steve’s face. “Come on, Steve, you can take two, you got a big mouth.”
“Uhn-uhn,” muttered Steve around my cock. He slipped it out for a second. “I’m not suckin’ on that old piece of leather!”
“Bitch!” Tom laughed and started batting Steve’s face all over with his long dick. Steve started to laugh, and our rhythm was broken. He let go of my dick, stood up and smacked Tom on the ass, hard. Tom laughed and bent over, “Ooh, yeah, spank me, Daddy!” Steve smacked him again. Tom stood up again, laughing.
I was a little disappointed that the sucking had stopped and was quickly coming back to earth, but I was also a little relieved – I wasn’t sure I wanted to started wailing and shooting here, outside, in my own neighborhood, after all.
“Sorry, hun, I didn’t mean to interrupt,” said Tom. He turned to Steve. “I think he was just about to decorate your face with a nice big load. Check out those balls! Was your father a horse?”
I had to laugh at this, and we stood for a moment, three hard cocks, one very wet, pointing in to a centre, tips grazing each other.
“It’s fucking cold out here! Let’s go back in,” said Tom, and we all headed back inside. I pulled my underwear up, Tom zipped his jeans, and Steve stopped in the kitchen and put his gympants back on. We went back downstairs, and this time I sat in the middle of the couch, hoping that they would sit on either side of me. They did.
“Oh, I also shut off the movie. Let’s turn it back on,” Tom said when we were all seated again. “Should we spark the doob too?”
“Sure,” Steve and I both answered, and Tom lit the joint he’d rolled, a fattie indeed, and we passed it back and forth while the twinks on screen got down to business.
“Hey, weren’t we playing a game? Where were we?” asked Tom, remembering the show-me-yours from earlier.
“Oh yeah,” said Steve. “We were on assholes. I saw Jack’s, and he saw mine–”
“And got a very good look, if I recall…” piped in Tom.
“Yeah, whatever, so it’s your turn. Show Jack your asshole, Tom.”
“But I haven’t seen his yet.”
“Oh yeah. Show Tom your asshole, Jack.” We were all getting very stoned.
“Well… OK” I answered coyly, and stood up in front of him, as I had for Steve. I pulled down my drawers, bent over, and spread my cheeks.
“Very nice…” Tom said, leaning in close to my hole. “Do you like to put things up there?”
“Depends on what – oh, fuck!” was all I could get out, as I felt a wonderful jab in my hole. He had lubed up a finger in his mouth and shoved it in. He thrust it in and out and wiggled it around inside.
“Hmmm, look Steve. I think our Jackie-Boy here likes to get fucked.”
I stood up, and he pulled his finger out. As good as it felt, I was feeling a little weird being the only naked guy in the room, bent over the coffee table getting finger-fucked. “Your turn!” I said and smiled back at Tom, as I sat down, leaving my underwear off.
Tom stood up and seemed a little wobbly as he moved into position in front of me. He opened his jeans and pulled them down – he wasn’t wearing any underwear – and bent over. He had a pretty skinny ass, and it was very white. He had very little body hair and his asshole and the skin all around it was very pink. His hole winked at Steve and me invitingly.
“Lovely,” I said.
“Finger, please,” Tom said.
“What?”
“I fingered you – it’s only fair that I get fingered too.”
I looked at Steve, and he mimed a fisting hand, nodding toward Tom’s ass. I wasn’t sure what to make of that, but I wet my finger with spit and eased it into Tom’s hole. I eased it out and back in, and wiggled it inside, and Tom started to moan and arched his back. Steve lifted his hand and mimed with two thrusting fingers, nodding his head again. I shrugged, removed my finger and spit on my fingers to wet two and then eased two in. Tom seemed to like this even more. I stroked away, getting into it myself, and the ball massage that I was now getting from Steve, who had released his erection from his pants and was slowly stroking it, watching his roommate get finger-fucked. He repeated his silent gesture again, this time with three fingers. I figured why not, and spit on my fingers again to ease in three fingers. Tom’s asshole seemed to be very elastic – not loose, but I guess just accustomed to taking things up there. He was really enjoying my digital treatment. He had bent lower and was supporting himself with his hands on the coffee table. I figured I couldn’t go just that far and leave it at three fingers so I lubed up with spit again and went for all four. This really had him going and he started stroking his dick.
“Is that four?” he asked between pants.
“Yes.”
“Steve, you bitch! You tell everyone I have a big asshole,” he panted out.
Steve threw back his head laughing. “That’s right, I’m the big mouth, you’re the big asshole!”
“So am I to assume our Tom-Boy here likes to get fucked too?” I mimicked Tom’s earlier comment, as I pulled my fingers out of his ass.
“Oh yeah – he likes to sit on fire hydrants!”
“Fuck off!” Tom laughed, and swung around and swatted at Steve. He looked down at me. “Thanks, love.” His jutting cock was now right in my face. He stood still for a moment and watched me staring at it. “I bet you’re as good at sucking…”
That was all the invitation I needed. Ever since I’d laid eyes on it, I had an idea that it was the perfect size for something I liked to do and rarely got the chance for. I leaned in and took his cock in my mouth. I bobbed up and down on the head, causing him to start moaning again. I leaned in until his dick hit the back of my throat, with a few inches left to go. I took a deep breath through my nose, and pushed forward, taking him into my throat. I buried my nose in his reddish pubes.
“Holy shit! He is good! Jesus Christ, man. Oh, that’s good!” He took my head in his hands and started to pump his hips.
I loved being able to deepthroat him. He was just the right size, as I’d guessed. Most guys, if their dicks are long enough, are too thick for it to work, but if they’re long and not too thick, like Tom, I can really make them crazy, and I love the sensation of my throat being filled with cock too.
Steve was by now stroking my dick and his own and he leaned closer to kind of cheer me on, growling into my ear in a bedroom voice. “Oh, man, that looks so hot. I can see his dick in your throat, man, fuck you’re good. I sure hope I get my turn in that hot mouth…”
Much as I love doing it, I can’t deepthroat for long. It’s hard to get my breathing down. I pulled back so that Tom’s cock eased out of my throat and continued to work the head and first few inches rigourously with my tongue.
“Oh, fuck that’s good, oh yeah, man…” Tom kept his hands on my head but stopped his thrusting. I wondered if he was getting close. Just then I felt Steve’s hand leave my cock and he stood up. He pulled down and stepped out of his pants and stood next to Tom, holding his beautiful, fully hard cock in his hand, pointing toward my face. He wanted some of what Tom was getting and I was happy to oblige. I let Tom’s prick slip from my mouth and grabbed Steve’s and pulled him closer. I stuck out my tongue and ran it around the big head, looking up into Steve’s eyes as I did it. Guys always love that. He grinned down at me. Tom, meanwhile, had dropped to his knees on the couch and leaned in between us to suck my dick. He was pretty good too, good enough to distract me from my work on Steve’s crank for a few seconds. As I took Steve into my mouth and slid down his thick shaft, he held up three figures for me to see, then put them in his mouth to wet them and unceremoniously jammed them into Tom’s asshole. We heard a muffled “Oh, fuck!” as he didn’t take his mouth off my cock, and then he again started to moan and writhe as he had when I’d had my fingers in there. I buried my hand in his thick curly hair and guided his head to a tempo that I like.
I knew Steve was expecting me to deepthroat him as I had Tom. That’s what I get for showing off. The trouble was, I already knew he was too thick for it to work. I kept taking him in all the way to the back of my throat and then I would feel myself start to gag and would pull back. I decided I’d just make it really good for him otherwise so he’d forget about my throat. I tightened my mouth and sucked him like mad, and squeezed and tugged on his big balls. I popped his dick out of my mouth and tongued and sucked his nuts and tickled his asshole with my thumb. I noticed him go up on tiptoes while I did this, so I guessed that was getting to him. All the while he was reaming his roommate’s hole with his fingers. I slurped his dick back into my mouth and met his eyes with mine again. He smiled down at me.
“Yeah, suck it, baby. You look so sweet with your lips around my cock.”
Now, I’m actually a total sucker for that kind of line (pun only half-intended), and I decided then that I’d give my best shot at giving him my throat. I took a deep breath through my nose and pushed my head forward. His big head hit the back of my throat and I stopped, holding it there for a second, trying to control my gag reflex. When no gag came, I eased forward slowly. I could feel my throat start to stretch around his head, and held still for a second, then eased ahead a little more, and he slipped in.
“Oh, fuck, yes!” Steve groaned, and held very still.
I moved both hands to his hips to take control of any thrusting, and eased my head back and forth so that his cock was now fucking my throat. I couldn’t believe I’d gotten it in there, but once it was in, it was pretty easy. I buried my nose into his pubes and felt him rise up onto his toes again.
“Jesus Christ, that feels good! Yeah, suck my cock, boy… mmm, you’re gonna… make… me… shoot…”
I eased back so that his dick pulled out of my throat. I didn’t want him to come just yet. You can never be sure with a stranger if they’re going to be into more play after they’ve come once, and I definitely had a few ideas about other things I wanted to try with these two. Tom now had his mouth full of my balls and was sucking and tugging on them while he stroked my spit-slicked dick. If he kept it up much longer I was going to come too. I did one last deep bob on Steve’s prick and sat back on the couch.
“I need a break, guys,” I panted, as I tousled Tom’s curly hair and stroked Steve’s muscular thigh.
“Ahh, come on, man – I was almost there,” Steve moaned and stroked his wet dick.
“I was gonna make you shoot too – your balls were churning like mad in my mouth,” said Tom, after looking up at me and letting my ballsac slip from his mouth, still stroking my cock.
“I just need a little breather. Have a seat for minute, and watch the video. Don’t worry, you’re both gonna come for me before I leave here!” I patted the couch cushions on either side of me, and they sighed and flumped down beside of me, still half-heartedly stroking their dicks. I reached for my beer, as did they, and sat back to watch the fuckflick for a bit. I love just hanging out naked with other men almost as much as I love having sex, so I really enjoyed this too, just lounging on a couch, naked, between two cute naked guys. They let go of their pricks but we were all still hard, and I wanted to relax a bit and at the same time let some tension build. There’s nothing quite like getting some just at the point when you’re basically gagging for it.
The twinks were having a nice time on the screen. It seemed they were running a pool cleaning service, whereby two of them would tackle a pool together, as well as the older owner of said pool. Then came a scene where one of the twink poolboys didn’t show up for a job, leaving his colleague alone to face an older couple of bear-types, who soon had the lone young man sandwiched between them, with a fat cock up his ass and a long one down his throat. This had my dick actually twitching, and my mind racing with the realization that I was perhaps in a position to try this out, one of my all-time favorite fantasies. I don’t usually get fucked. It’s not that I don’t like it – I do, but I’m actually very tight down there, and it takes a lot of prep and going slow before I can get a good ride going, so I usually keep that to sex with someone I’ve been seeing for a while. But the more I thought about it with these two guys, the hotter I got and with a last gulp of my beer, I took a plunge.
“That sure looks like fun!”
Their heads spun around to face me simultaneously.
“Are you serious?”
“Well, it does look fun, doesn’t it? They sure seem to be enjoying themselves.” As I spoke, the big guy in front pulled out and noisily blasted a big load all over the twink’s face. Soon he was shooting too, while his ass was still getting pounded.
“Fuck yeah!” blurted Steve, grinning at me.
I turned to Tom and smiled. “Wanna fuck me?”
He looked down, feigning shyness, “Well, I guess so…” then grinned and looked me in the eye, “…hard!”
“OK, but I warn you, I’m tight, and that means there’s a bit of a process to getting in. I have to be on top, and then once we get going you can go as hard as you like. I’ve got condoms in my pocket over there, and we’ll need lots of lube, so I hope you’ve got some.”
While I was speaking, Steve had leaned over and was reaching far under the couch. He came back up holding up a big half-full bottle of lube.
“You’re such a pig! I can’t believe you keep lube under our couch!” laughed Tom.
“Well, you never know when your neighbour’s gonna come over and want his ass fucked,” Steve grinned back.
I stood up and went over to get the condoms out of the pocket of my jeans. I guess I shared Steve’s sense of always-preparedness.
“OK, Tom, lie down on the couch.” He did, and I slid a condom onto his prick and poured a generous amount of lube onto it. I straddled him and stroked his slippery prod while applying some lube to my ass as well.
“What do I do?” asked Steve.
“You just stand there for a minute and stroke your big dick for us for a minute,” I said, “unless Tom wants to suck it.”
“No thanks,” said Tom, with a mock grimace. Steve hunched down and batted at his face with his dick while Tom giggled and wriggled around under me.
“Now hold still – no thrusting until I say, OK?”
“Sure man, go for it.” He stopped moving, and Steve stood and obediently stroked his cock for us.
I held Tom’s long dick against my hole and put my weight onto it. The head slipped in past the first sphincter and I held still, remembering to breathe, and keeping some pressure bearing down on his cock. I love that part, the anticipation of getting my ass filled, with a dick just inside me, but not quite. It usually makes the other guy crazy and that’s when they want to thrust, but if they do I spasm and it hurts like hell. A few seconds of patience though, and it’ll just slide right in and we’re both in heaven. Sure enough, after a few seconds of holding his cockhead hard against my second sphincter, it slipped in and I sat right down on his lap, my ass full of his meat.
“Oh fuck, man, you are tight,” Tom smiled up at me,”it feels so good…”
“Yup,” I said simply, as I started to ride him an