All the way back to the house I was oozing cum from my ass from our first romp in the barn. I could feel his warm jizz running down my legs. He must of left a gallon of the sticky shit in me cause it was still running out of me when we got into the kitchen. I was still dizzy with lust and could not wait for Sam to put that huge fat cock back into my ass. I couldn't think of anything else and my cock was evidence of my complete loss of control. I turned around and dropped to my knees. For the first time since Sam had picked me up by the road I was going to taste his cock. It was already half hard and was already looking like an evil monster. How had my ass taken all of this fucking monster? How was my mouth going to be able to take any of it? I like challenges, especially when there is a juicy fat man cock involved but this one was sure to be my biggest yet.
I started teasing just the head of his cock. Running my tongue around the gland and making Sam shiver and moan. He gently put his big hand on the back of my head and with a gentle push forward let me know he wanted more than to be teased. He wanted his massive cock to slide down my throat like it had slid up my tight ass a few minutes earlier. I gagged almost immediately on his thick cock but he kept the pressure on the back of my head forcing more of his shaft down my throat. I could not breathe he was so big, but God what a cock. I could not get enough of it, and the fact I could not breathe just added to the excitement. His hips were rocking forward and back now fucking my throat and I was feeling dizzy from lack of oxygen, but I did not want to pull off it, like I was afraid to lose it forever.
Never had I been so wildly out of control with a man before, his strength was overpowering yet gentle. I felt completely safe yet completely at his whim. As if my entire reason for existing was to provide him satisfaction I submitted to his every move and desire. As much as I was out of control from his power he was completely involved with me submitting to him.
With each thrust of his hips forward my throat was opening up to allow even more of his shaft to slide into me. With every thrust I felt myself give into this beautiful man's desires and needs. I was falling into a trance, only wanting to please him more than anybody had ever done before, to fulfill his every need, to complete him as no man had ever done before. My hands were squeezing his ass cheeks and pulling them apart so that I could feel his hairy crack and more importantly his hot moist fuck hole. I am normally a total bottom but I needed to taste him, to taste the deep musk odor of his hot fuck hole. I wanted to eat him until he was grinding his asshole on my face and from the reaction of my finger touching his pucker he wanted it too. He pulled his cock from my mouth with a loud pop and turned bending over the counter. He barked for me to eat him and without a moment's hesitation I leaned forward and slid my tongue as deep as I could into him. I had never rimmed a man before, had always thought it kind of nasty to be honest but nothing was normal anymore. No matter what Sam wanted me to do I would. I wanted; no, needed to please him to the utmost. He could never want anyone more than me. I had to make sure he would never ask me to leave.
He grabbed at his ass cheeks and spread them further apart, ordering me to go deeper into his hole, to clean it real good. I reached around him and started stroking his cock back to its full hardness and he knew immediately what I was readying his man weapon for. I needed to be split open again by his massive cock. With one hand stroking his cock and my face buried in his asshole, my other hand found my cum soaked ass. I slid two, then three, fingers into myself opening them when they were inside me, stretching myself open for what was to be another strong powerful ass fucking from a man that knew how to fuck long, hard and to hit every button I had.
I could feel his cock throbbing in my hand and knew that he needed to fuck me again. When I stopped eating him he looked back to see me madly fingering and stretching my ass open. 'You need this fat hog in ya again, dontcha ', he asked. All I could do is nod I was so close to getting off it took all of my concentration to keep from cumming. He pulled me to him, kissed me hard and deep, and then proceeded to bend me over his kitchen counter. He came close behind me and again, just as the first time, slammed all of his throbbing man meat into me with a single thrust. There was no pain this time, just pure ecstasy as his cock beat against my prostate. With every thrust I could feel myself getting closer to the edge of coming. I begged for him to slow down so that we could cum together but he was ploughing into me like a man possessed. He was grunting and bucking like a mad man but yet so gentle with his hands that were sliding over my chest and belly. He would pinch and pull at my erect nipples with just enough force to make me gasp in pleasure. I had never been with a man like Sam. Some were hard and forceful, some were gentle and passionate, but none had ever been everything at once.
No matter how I tried and begged I could not hold off anymore. With a couple of lurches by my throbbing cock, my cum started boiling out, spraying over the counter and running to a puddle on the floor. With each blast of cum, my ass muscles would tighten around Sam's cock and within a couple of thrusts I could feel his cum spraying my insides once again. The cum hit my fuck walls with more force than the first time and his body was quivering to the point of feeling like a seizure. His cock slamming into me so deep I swear I could feel him in my throat I was not sure I would stay conscious through it all, but I did. Finally, spent from his orgasm, he lay forward, slumping over me and gently caressing me with his big but gentle hands. I stood and turned around so that I could face him. I was still amazed at how powerful he could be one minute and so incredibly gentle and passionate the next. He kissed me so gently and whispered thank you to me. I thanked him back and then suggested that we should go find our clothes before someone else did.
Naked and fulfilled we walked hand in hand to the front yard, gathered up our clothes and headed back into the house for a much needed shower. In the shower, the hot water running over our bodies was so relaxing and yet so sensual. I could not stop looking at Sam. His amazing handsome looks mixed with an almost shy side were so contrasting that I was lost in him, so lost he asked if I was sorry for what we had done. I hugged him strongly and assured him that I would never be sorry for making love to him. 'You just amaze me Sam, you are so strong and powerful, so overwhelming to me, yet I feel so safe and sensuous. Look at me, I met you two hours ago and already I feel like I have known you forever, and already I feel I am in love. Sam I don't know how this is happening but I am so glad it was raining and so glad I broke down.' With that said I kissed him again and started kissing his chest, nibbling his nipples, which became hard immediately. He put his hand on the back of my head and gently guided me to his already growing cock. I was as full of lust for his cock as I had been two hours ago, my need for him even more intense.
With his cock still soft I could hold it all in my warm mouth, swirling my tongue around it and making him moan from the pleasure. His hand was applying constant pressure to the back of my head and his muscular hips began rocking forward again. He was moaning deeply, his hands alternating between caressing my back and reaching for my ass and pinching and tweaking his own nipples. He would squeeze his own ass cheeks and pull at his balls, which had dumped more cum in two hours than any other man I had ever been with. I could feel his cock becoming completely hard again and my breath being cut off from it size. I increased the pressure and suction I was applying, as I wanted to make him cum from the blowjob I was giving him. Again it was everything to me to please him, even though he was being so gentle with me this time. For what seemed like hours, but was really only about ten minutes, I sucked on his cock, licked the head, deep throated his massiveness and licked and tickled his balls. I could hear his breathing increase and his moans become more urgent. I could feel his cock throbbing more insistently and knew that he was close to cumming. He announced his impending orgasm, probably as a warning, but I locked onto him hard so that no matter how hard he bucked I would be able to drink down every last drop. I needed his cum, I needed to taste it and have it remain in my mouth even after he would remove his spent cock. As with the two previous times his orgasm was rugged, shooting with incredible force. His body bucked and thrashed and his moans became guttural and deep. Sam was all man and so much a part of me now I looked forward to being with him forever.
Completely spent, he led me to his bedroom and there we collapsed, falling into a deep sleep tightly in each other's arms. My dreams were of him, his body, his power and how I wanted him to possess me forever. Thank god for a piss poor car and a pair of white shorts that became see through when they got soaked from the rain. After years of looking, and a chance meeting with a stranger offering a helping hand, I had found the lover I had been longing to meet for so long. I was Sam's now, in body and in emotion. He owned every aspect of me and I had no desire to be set free.
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FALLING FOR DANE
My brother and sister-in-law are the type of people who throw parties for everything. Their parties aren't just for a few people either, when you get the invite that they are having a barbeque, birthday party, or bonfire you had better prepare for anywhere from 50 to 100 people. So, when I got the invite to their latest barbeque, I knew that it would be a packed house and as usual I would end up making most of the food that wasn't going on the grill.
When I pulled up in front of their house there was only one car in the driveway. I looked at the clock and it was 11am, the barbeque wasn't until 3. But knowing that I was going to be doing most of the cooking, I needed to get there early. Knocking on the door, there was no answer. I called my brother's cell phone, I asked where he was, and he said they were in the city getting the meat and buns needed for the barbeque. I told him that I would use the spare key and let myself in to get started on the salads I was going to be making.
Once inside I rooted through the kitchen and found the supplies that I needed for wild rice salad, potato salad and coleslaw. I took my time, while the potatoes were cooking on the stove, I stepped onto the porch for a quick smoke. Now, I had only been at the house about 30 minutes at that point when I see a gleaming black, lifted truck coming down the driveway. That meant only one thing, my brother's partner on the police department was here. Dane was an imposing figure. Standing at 6'3" tall and built like the proverbial brick shit house. He was my type of man, with one exception, he was a total asshole. He thought he was god's gift to man. He would strut around like he owned the place.
I stepped off the porch and started walking toward the driveway. Dane climbed out of the truck. I expected, like every other time he showed up at one of these parties, that he would have some bimbo he picked up at a bar the night before. Dane started walking toward me in a pair of painted on jeans and a skin tight police department shirt. The bulge in his pants was tantalizing. I had to tear my eyes away or I was sure that I would get hell. Dane walked right up to me and grabbed me in a bear hug. "How ya doin' Mikey? Keepin' the boys satisfied?" Dane asked. I blushed. It wasn't that I was in the closet, but Dane always asked pointed questions like that, and they always embarrassed me.
I looked up and Dane's blue eyes sparkled in the sun. I realized at that moment that he was still holding me. I pulled away and invited him into the house. There were two reasons, first was that I remember the potatoes were on the stove, and second I didn't want Dane to feel my rock hard cock against him.
As I walked toward the house, I idly chatted with Dane, but he seemed distracted. Turning back to see what the issue was, I could have sworn that I saw his eyes rise off my ass. As we entered the house, I went straight to the kitchen and started right back into making salads.
Standing at the island chopping broccoli for one salad, portioning salad dressing for another. Dane asked me what he could help with. I gave him a project of cubing some cheese for a salad. We began to work in tandem, the fluidity with which we worked together was amazing. Almost graceful as we moved around each other.
Then the moment came, taking me completely by surprise. I was looking through a cupboard for a large bowl to begin mixing up the potato salad now that the eggs and potatoes were done. As I was bent over I felt something brush against my ass. Figuring that Dane brushed by I thought nothing of it. Then I felt the unmistakable feeling of a bulge being pressed into my ass. Initially, I forgot the situation and ground my ass back into the growing bulge against my ass. Suddenly I stood and spun around, Dane was standing there with a stupid grin, "I am done cutting up the cheese Mikey, what should I do next." As he spoke he moved closer and closer. He placed his hands on the counter to each side of me. I was trapped against the counter.
Looking into Dane's eyes I was lost for a second. I finally found my voice and said, "What are you doing Dane?" I felt like a kid falling in love with his bully in that moment. Dane's eyes, his lips, his stubble all made me want to ride him like a bronco. Leaning down he said, "Do you want me to stop?" He takes a step back and leans against the opposite counter. The way he was standing he had at least nine inches of fat meat extending down his leg. I was in awe of the beast in his jeans. I knew I had to have to fat meat inside my ass.
Regaining my confidence, I stepped forward and slid my hand down his fat dick and asked, "Do you want ME to stop Dane?" He shook his head no and groaned loudly. I removed my hand from his cock and stepped back. The look on his face told the story, he was afraid that I was going to stop there, however I had other plans.
I grabbed the top button and opened his pants. As his button fly jeans released and opened, it was obvious that Dane was going commando, as the base of his huge cock was visible. I pushed his jeans down his thick thighs and felt his baton smack my leg. Gripping his bare cock at the base, I slowly stroked back and forth. I looked up at Dane, and said "If you want something babe, all you have to do is ask." He grabbed the back of my head in an authoritarian way and said, "I take what I fuckin' want Mikey."
No sooner had those words come out of his mouth and his lips attacked mine. I felt his tongue slide into my mouth and our tongue war began. Our kiss was like that of old lovers. There was a passion and tenderness that I didn't think Dane was capable of. The total pig of a man was seducing me with each kiss.
I pulled away and dropped to my knees taking his cock to the root in one swoop. Being the experienced cocksucker that I am, taking his 9 inch cock into my throat was not a problem. Not sure if this would be the first and last time I got to have Dane's massive cock in my mouth I was going to savor the experience. Working my mouth as best I could, I slid up and down his cock with enthusiasm and intensity. Soon Dane pulled me off his cock and pulled me up attacking my mouth in another passion filled kiss.
I spun around, unbuttoning my shorts and letting them fall to the floor. My bubble butt was framed by the jock I was wearing. I knew my ass wasn't going to be too tight today, having ridden my Ken Ryker dildo this morning before my shower. Dane's cock was still slick with spit from sucking him. I grabbed his cock and pushed back onto his cock. I started bucking back and forth on his cock, moaning out his name like a cheap whore.
Dane grabbed my hips and pulled me back onto his cock until his hairy crotch was grinding hard against me. We didn't speak but were reduced to a jumble of moans and grunting. The slapping sounds of our sweat covered bodies was obscene. Dane gasped, "I am gonna cum Mikey." I pushed my ass back and said, "Cum in me Dane." With that he let out a howl and I could feel jet after jet of his load firing into my ass. Leaning down he said to me, "Mikey, I have wanted to make love to you forever." I could feel his softening cock slip out of me as he said that. I was at a total loss for words. I asked, "What about all the woman you brought here for all the other parties?" He said, "They usually were friends, or women I met and dated only for appearances."
Turning around I could see a look of vulnerability on his face, and his eyes were wet with brimming tears. After what had happened already, I was sure that I had fallen in love with this man. I kissed him and said, "We should clean up quick before they get home. Don't want your partner to catch you balls deep in my ass." We both chuckled at the thought of that. I stepped into the bathroom and made myself presentable again.
As I walked back into the kitchen I noticed my brother's truck rumbling down the driveway. "Holy shit that was close" I said to Dane. Knowing they couldn't see inside the house from the end of the drive, Dane grabbed me and pulled me in for one last kiss, sliding his tongue over mine. He pulled away but leaned into my ear, "I meant what I said, I have been waiting for that to happen since we met." We pulled away from each other and stepped out the front door, after spraying some air freshener and lighting a couple candles. We walked toward the truck and helped my brother and sister-in-law carry what they purchased.
Not long after they got back to the house, we had the salads completed and fired up the grill. It was not long before others began to arrive. I noticed quickly that Dane didn't let me out of his sight for the rest of the afternoon, in fact he usually had his arm around me, hand on my shoulder, or the small of my back. I stepped away from Dane to get a soda from the fridge and my brother stopped me, "Did you and Dane talk before we came back from the store? I haven't seen him smiling like that in a long time. He seems to be genuinely happy. When I asked him what was up, he said that he had met someone but wouldn't tell me who." I looked at my brother and said, "He didn't mention anything to me about that." Not wanting to out Dane to my brother, even though I know he wouldn't care as long as he did his job and treated me right. I am not sure my brother bought the story, but I just moved back outside to be with Dane.
For the next two hours we were together with the others on the crowded deck, or in the kitchen. There was never a time when we weren't together for the rest of the barbeque. My sister-in-law asked if I would go to the basement and grab some more waters and soda and restock the fridge. I said it was no problem and started toward the basement, Dane said that he would help me. Once in the basement, Dane kissed me deeply and said, "Baby, once we are done with this, would you come to my place?" I said, "Of course Dane, but I will warn you, if you keep up these kisses and touches you won't be able to get rid of me." "That's the idea." He said looking me straight in the eye.
We carried the drinks upstairs and restocked the fridge. As soon as that was done, I went and found my brother and sister-in-law and told them that I was going to head out, because I had a date. My brother patted me on the back and said, "That's awesome bro, you'll have to introduce us at some point." I looked at him and gave him as benign a smile as I could, "Well I will have to do that sometime." As I turned Dane stepped up and said, "Hey buddy, I gotta jet too, I have a date also." My brother laughed and said, "What are you two going on a date together or something. I am only kidding Dane. But will you at least find out her name before you bang her?" Dane just laughed and shook his head saying, "Buddy, I think this one may be the one." With that he started toward his truck.
The drive over to Dane's house was a short one. Pulling up behind him I got out of the car and met Dane as he was climbing out of his truck. He grabbed me into a tight embrace and kissed me on the forehead. He then grabbed my hand and began pulling me toward the house. He hadn't even closed the door and he had my back against the door, his hands down the back of my shorts groping my ass. He spun me so I was facing the door now, reaching around he unbuttoned my shorts and let them fall to the floor.
I braced myself against the door as I felt his cock against my hole. Pulling all the way out he drove back in and began fucking me hard against the door. I was thankful the door was on the side of the house, as anyone walking or driving by would have seen me getting fucked like a whore in the entry way. I knew by the intensity of the thrusting that Dane was getting closer to cumming. Just as the thought slipped through my mind, I heard him howl behind me and felt him flood my ass again.
Pulling himself out of my ass we shuffled into the entry way and shut the door. We stripped off our clothes and proceeded into the living room. Laying back on the couch, Dane climbed on top of me. Having stripped I could feel the hair covering his body tickling mine. He pulled back enough to look into my eyes before attacking my mouth again. His kisses contained a renewed hunger that made me feel like the sexiest man in the world.
Dane's kisses moved to my neck. My neck is one of my most sensitive and erogenous zones. The stubble on his face combined with the soft kisses had me moaning again. The only difference was this time he was not buried in my ass. Moving further down my body he began gnawing on the pouch of my jockstrap. My cock which had been hard since stepping out of my car. I hadn't cum while getting fucked, I wanted to hold out a bit longer for him. Slipping the fabric aside, the head of my cock was soon enveloped by the warm, wet feeling of his mouth. I could feel his lips sliding up and down my cock. It occurred to me that while his actions were not that of a novice, he was definitely not a beginner.
I grabbed his head and began lightly thrusting up into his mouth. My orgasm was approaching fast and I knew I should warn him. I gasped, "Dane, baby I am going to cum, I am going to cum." I was wracked with the impending orgasm. Dane's hands grabbed mine, our fingers interlaced as load after load fired from my cock. I could feel Dane swallowing rapidly to keep up with my load. I was surprised that Dane swallowed at all, I had expected him to pull off. After swallowing my load he had a look of pride. Moving back up my body, Dane pressed his lips to mine and slid his tongue into my mouth. I could taste my cum on his lips and tongue, and it was intoxicating.
Looking in to his eyes, I got lost in the look of pure love. Pulling a blanket off the back of the couch, he slid in behind me and spooned against my back. Turning on the television we cuddled for some time. I am not sure what time we fell asleep but the feeling of waking up in the arms of this man was wonderful. I had to pee, so I pulled myself up off the couch and made my way to the bathroom, after relieving the pressure in my bladder I went back to the couch. I shook Dane, opening his eyes, he looked at me and said, "Thank god it wasn't a dream." I said, "No baby it's real. Let's go to bed, you're whole body is going to hurt if you don't." Getting up, he stretched his masculine, muscular, hairy body and we moved down the hall to the bedroom. We crawled in to his bed and though it was a king size bed, we only took up half the bed.
Falling once again into a restful sleep we stayed in the same position all night. I woke up to the sun streaming through the windows. I pulled myself from his bed and stepped out into the hallway, paying no attention to my nudity because given the last 24 hours Dane had seen me naked. I approached the kitchen and thought I heard voices, but I thought it was the TV. I kept walking closer to the kitchen and stepped around the corner saying, "Morning ba....." Standing at the breakfast bar was Dane, looking hot in a pair of gym shorts, and my brother having a cup of coffee.
They both looked up, Dane smiling nervously, and my brother smiling knowingly. He looked from me to Dane and then said, "Must have been some hot date last night." Dane said, "Buddy, you have no idea." I just said, "I am going to grab something to put on." I walked quickly down the hall and grabbed the first thing I could put on, slipping on a pair of sweat pants on the floor I walked back to the kitchen. Quietly I grabbed a cup of coffee, and stood next to Dane. I arm snaked around my waist and pulled me in front of him. Resting his chin on my shoulder, we both just looked at my brother. Finally my brother spoke up, "So is this why you were all smiles yesterday?" I felt Dane nod. My brother then said, "Well...fuck man, don't think just because your almost family, that I am going to go easy on you during patrol. Ask Mikey here, I can be a tough son of a bitch." It was true, my brother could be a total ass sometimes, but I loved him.
Stepping away from me Dane walked over to my brother and gave him a hug. My brother whispered in Dane's ear saying, "You break his heart and I will fuck you up. I love you buddy." As they pulled away from each other, my brother said, "Well I should get going now, you two love birds have some time to make up for." As he walked by he elbowed me in the ribs and said, "Take care of my boy bro."
As my brother walked out of the house Dane came up behind me again and said, "Well that's not how I imagined tell him." We both chuckled. Dane and I spent the day outside, He was mowing his lawn and I was weeding his garden. We, like in the kitchen, were a well oiled machine. We anticipated each other's every move. After the lawn was mowed, and the flower beds weeded, I grabbed the hose and started to water the garden. Seeing Dane walking across the lawn without a shirt on, I turned the hose on him. He came running after me, chasing me into the backyard.
That was the start of something that was wonderful and unexpected. Within a week I was moving my stuff into his house. I worried every day about both my brother and my lover. I felt as thought I could lose everything in one night, since they rode together. I was surprised that Dane was so open about our relationship, taking me to work functions, and showing me off like a trophy wife. I think back to the barbeque that started it all, and I thank god he showed up early.
When I pulled up in front of their house there was only one car in the driveway. I looked at the clock and it was 11am, the barbeque wasn't until 3. But knowing that I was going to be doing most of the cooking, I needed to get there early. Knocking on the door, there was no answer. I called my brother's cell phone, I asked where he was, and he said they were in the city getting the meat and buns needed for the barbeque. I told him that I would use the spare key and let myself in to get started on the salads I was going to be making.
Once inside I rooted through the kitchen and found the supplies that I needed for wild rice salad, potato salad and coleslaw. I took my time, while the potatoes were cooking on the stove, I stepped onto the porch for a quick smoke. Now, I had only been at the house about 30 minutes at that point when I see a gleaming black, lifted truck coming down the driveway. That meant only one thing, my brother's partner on the police department was here. Dane was an imposing figure. Standing at 6'3" tall and built like the proverbial brick shit house. He was my type of man, with one exception, he was a total asshole. He thought he was god's gift to man. He would strut around like he owned the place.
I stepped off the porch and started walking toward the driveway. Dane climbed out of the truck. I expected, like every other time he showed up at one of these parties, that he would have some bimbo he picked up at a bar the night before. Dane started walking toward me in a pair of painted on jeans and a skin tight police department shirt. The bulge in his pants was tantalizing. I had to tear my eyes away or I was sure that I would get hell. Dane walked right up to me and grabbed me in a bear hug. "How ya doin' Mikey? Keepin' the boys satisfied?" Dane asked. I blushed. It wasn't that I was in the closet, but Dane always asked pointed questions like that, and they always embarrassed me.
I looked up and Dane's blue eyes sparkled in the sun. I realized at that moment that he was still holding me. I pulled away and invited him into the house. There were two reasons, first was that I remember the potatoes were on the stove, and second I didn't want Dane to feel my rock hard cock against him.
As I walked toward the house, I idly chatted with Dane, but he seemed distracted. Turning back to see what the issue was, I could have sworn that I saw his eyes rise off my ass. As we entered the house, I went straight to the kitchen and started right back into making salads.
Standing at the island chopping broccoli for one salad, portioning salad dressing for another. Dane asked me what he could help with. I gave him a project of cubing some cheese for a salad. We began to work in tandem, the fluidity with which we worked together was amazing. Almost graceful as we moved around each other.
Then the moment came, taking me completely by surprise. I was looking through a cupboard for a large bowl to begin mixing up the potato salad now that the eggs and potatoes were done. As I was bent over I felt something brush against my ass. Figuring that Dane brushed by I thought nothing of it. Then I felt the unmistakable feeling of a bulge being pressed into my ass. Initially, I forgot the situation and ground my ass back into the growing bulge against my ass. Suddenly I stood and spun around, Dane was standing there with a stupid grin, "I am done cutting up the cheese Mikey, what should I do next." As he spoke he moved closer and closer. He placed his hands on the counter to each side of me. I was trapped against the counter.
Looking into Dane's eyes I was lost for a second. I finally found my voice and said, "What are you doing Dane?" I felt like a kid falling in love with his bully in that moment. Dane's eyes, his lips, his stubble all made me want to ride him like a bronco. Leaning down he said, "Do you want me to stop?" He takes a step back and leans against the opposite counter. The way he was standing he had at least nine inches of fat meat extending down his leg. I was in awe of the beast in his jeans. I knew I had to have to fat meat inside my ass.
Regaining my confidence, I stepped forward and slid my hand down his fat dick and asked, "Do you want ME to stop Dane?" He shook his head no and groaned loudly. I removed my hand from his cock and stepped back. The look on his face told the story, he was afraid that I was going to stop there, however I had other plans.
I grabbed the top button and opened his pants. As his button fly jeans released and opened, it was obvious that Dane was going commando, as the base of his huge cock was visible. I pushed his jeans down his thick thighs and felt his baton smack my leg. Gripping his bare cock at the base, I slowly stroked back and forth. I looked up at Dane, and said "If you want something babe, all you have to do is ask." He grabbed the back of my head in an authoritarian way and said, "I take what I fuckin' want Mikey."
No sooner had those words come out of his mouth and his lips attacked mine. I felt his tongue slide into my mouth and our tongue war began. Our kiss was like that of old lovers. There was a passion and tenderness that I didn't think Dane was capable of. The total pig of a man was seducing me with each kiss.
I pulled away and dropped to my knees taking his cock to the root in one swoop. Being the experienced cocksucker that I am, taking his 9 inch cock into my throat was not a problem. Not sure if this would be the first and last time I got to have Dane's massive cock in my mouth I was going to savor the experience. Working my mouth as best I could, I slid up and down his cock with enthusiasm and intensity. Soon Dane pulled me off his cock and pulled me up attacking my mouth in another passion filled kiss.
I spun around, unbuttoning my shorts and letting them fall to the floor. My bubble butt was framed by the jock I was wearing. I knew my ass wasn't going to be too tight today, having ridden my Ken Ryker dildo this morning before my shower. Dane's cock was still slick with spit from sucking him. I grabbed his cock and pushed back onto his cock. I started bucking back and forth on his cock, moaning out his name like a cheap whore.
Dane grabbed my hips and pulled me back onto his cock until his hairy crotch was grinding hard against me. We didn't speak but were reduced to a jumble of moans and grunting. The slapping sounds of our sweat covered bodies was obscene. Dane gasped, "I am gonna cum Mikey." I pushed my ass back and said, "Cum in me Dane." With that he let out a howl and I could feel jet after jet of his load firing into my ass. Leaning down he said to me, "Mikey, I have wanted to make love to you forever." I could feel his softening cock slip out of me as he said that. I was at a total loss for words. I asked, "What about all the woman you brought here for all the other parties?" He said, "They usually were friends, or women I met and dated only for appearances."
Turning around I could see a look of vulnerability on his face, and his eyes were wet with brimming tears. After what had happened already, I was sure that I had fallen in love with this man. I kissed him and said, "We should clean up quick before they get home. Don't want your partner to catch you balls deep in my ass." We both chuckled at the thought of that. I stepped into the bathroom and made myself presentable again.
As I walked back into the kitchen I noticed my brother's truck rumbling down the driveway. "Holy shit that was close" I said to Dane. Knowing they couldn't see inside the house from the end of the drive, Dane grabbed me and pulled me in for one last kiss, sliding his tongue over mine. He pulled away but leaned into my ear, "I meant what I said, I have been waiting for that to happen since we met." We pulled away from each other and stepped out the front door, after spraying some air freshener and lighting a couple candles. We walked toward the truck and helped my brother and sister-in-law carry what they purchased.
Not long after they got back to the house, we had the salads completed and fired up the grill. It was not long before others began to arrive. I noticed quickly that Dane didn't let me out of his sight for the rest of the afternoon, in fact he usually had his arm around me, hand on my shoulder, or the small of my back. I stepped away from Dane to get a soda from the fridge and my brother stopped me, "Did you and Dane talk before we came back from the store? I haven't seen him smiling like that in a long time. He seems to be genuinely happy. When I asked him what was up, he said that he had met someone but wouldn't tell me who." I looked at my brother and said, "He didn't mention anything to me about that." Not wanting to out Dane to my brother, even though I know he wouldn't care as long as he did his job and treated me right. I am not sure my brother bought the story, but I just moved back outside to be with Dane.
For the next two hours we were together with the others on the crowded deck, or in the kitchen. There was never a time when we weren't together for the rest of the barbeque. My sister-in-law asked if I would go to the basement and grab some more waters and soda and restock the fridge. I said it was no problem and started toward the basement, Dane said that he would help me. Once in the basement, Dane kissed me deeply and said, "Baby, once we are done with this, would you come to my place?" I said, "Of course Dane, but I will warn you, if you keep up these kisses and touches you won't be able to get rid of me." "That's the idea." He said looking me straight in the eye.
We carried the drinks upstairs and restocked the fridge. As soon as that was done, I went and found my brother and sister-in-law and told them that I was going to head out, because I had a date. My brother patted me on the back and said, "That's awesome bro, you'll have to introduce us at some point." I looked at him and gave him as benign a smile as I could, "Well I will have to do that sometime." As I turned Dane stepped up and said, "Hey buddy, I gotta jet too, I have a date also." My brother laughed and said, "What are you two going on a date together or something. I am only kidding Dane. But will you at least find out her name before you bang her?" Dane just laughed and shook his head saying, "Buddy, I think this one may be the one." With that he started toward his truck.
The drive over to Dane's house was a short one. Pulling up behind him I got out of the car and met Dane as he was climbing out of his truck. He grabbed me into a tight embrace and kissed me on the forehead. He then grabbed my hand and began pulling me toward the house. He hadn't even closed the door and he had my back against the door, his hands down the back of my shorts groping my ass. He spun me so I was facing the door now, reaching around he unbuttoned my shorts and let them fall to the floor.
I braced myself against the door as I felt his cock against my hole. Pulling all the way out he drove back in and began fucking me hard against the door. I was thankful the door was on the side of the house, as anyone walking or driving by would have seen me getting fucked like a whore in the entry way. I knew by the intensity of the thrusting that Dane was getting closer to cumming. Just as the thought slipped through my mind, I heard him howl behind me and felt him flood my ass again.
Pulling himself out of my ass we shuffled into the entry way and shut the door. We stripped off our clothes and proceeded into the living room. Laying back on the couch, Dane climbed on top of me. Having stripped I could feel the hair covering his body tickling mine. He pulled back enough to look into my eyes before attacking my mouth again. His kisses contained a renewed hunger that made me feel like the sexiest man in the world.
Dane's kisses moved to my neck. My neck is one of my most sensitive and erogenous zones. The stubble on his face combined with the soft kisses had me moaning again. The only difference was this time he was not buried in my ass. Moving further down my body he began gnawing on the pouch of my jockstrap. My cock which had been hard since stepping out of my car. I hadn't cum while getting fucked, I wanted to hold out a bit longer for him. Slipping the fabric aside, the head of my cock was soon enveloped by the warm, wet feeling of his mouth. I could feel his lips sliding up and down my cock. It occurred to me that while his actions were not that of a novice, he was definitely not a beginner.
I grabbed his head and began lightly thrusting up into his mouth. My orgasm was approaching fast and I knew I should warn him. I gasped, "Dane, baby I am going to cum, I am going to cum." I was wracked with the impending orgasm. Dane's hands grabbed mine, our fingers interlaced as load after load fired from my cock. I could feel Dane swallowing rapidly to keep up with my load. I was surprised that Dane swallowed at all, I had expected him to pull off. After swallowing my load he had a look of pride. Moving back up my body, Dane pressed his lips to mine and slid his tongue into my mouth. I could taste my cum on his lips and tongue, and it was intoxicating.
Looking in to his eyes, I got lost in the look of pure love. Pulling a blanket off the back of the couch, he slid in behind me and spooned against my back. Turning on the television we cuddled for some time. I am not sure what time we fell asleep but the feeling of waking up in the arms of this man was wonderful. I had to pee, so I pulled myself up off the couch and made my way to the bathroom, after relieving the pressure in my bladder I went back to the couch. I shook Dane, opening his eyes, he looked at me and said, "Thank god it wasn't a dream." I said, "No baby it's real. Let's go to bed, you're whole body is going to hurt if you don't." Getting up, he stretched his masculine, muscular, hairy body and we moved down the hall to the bedroom. We crawled in to his bed and though it was a king size bed, we only took up half the bed.
Falling once again into a restful sleep we stayed in the same position all night. I woke up to the sun streaming through the windows. I pulled myself from his bed and stepped out into the hallway, paying no attention to my nudity because given the last 24 hours Dane had seen me naked. I approached the kitchen and thought I heard voices, but I thought it was the TV. I kept walking closer to the kitchen and stepped around the corner saying, "Morning ba....." Standing at the breakfast bar was Dane, looking hot in a pair of gym shorts, and my brother having a cup of coffee.
They both looked up, Dane smiling nervously, and my brother smiling knowingly. He looked from me to Dane and then said, "Must have been some hot date last night." Dane said, "Buddy, you have no idea." I just said, "I am going to grab something to put on." I walked quickly down the hall and grabbed the first thing I could put on, slipping on a pair of sweat pants on the floor I walked back to the kitchen. Quietly I grabbed a cup of coffee, and stood next to Dane. I arm snaked around my waist and pulled me in front of him. Resting his chin on my shoulder, we both just looked at my brother. Finally my brother spoke up, "So is this why you were all smiles yesterday?" I felt Dane nod. My brother then said, "Well...fuck man, don't think just because your almost family, that I am going to go easy on you during patrol. Ask Mikey here, I can be a tough son of a bitch." It was true, my brother could be a total ass sometimes, but I loved him.
Stepping away from me Dane walked over to my brother and gave him a hug. My brother whispered in Dane's ear saying, "You break his heart and I will fuck you up. I love you buddy." As they pulled away from each other, my brother said, "Well I should get going now, you two love birds have some time to make up for." As he walked by he elbowed me in the ribs and said, "Take care of my boy bro."
As my brother walked out of the house Dane came up behind me again and said, "Well that's not how I imagined tell him." We both chuckled. Dane and I spent the day outside, He was mowing his lawn and I was weeding his garden. We, like in the kitchen, were a well oiled machine. We anticipated each other's every move. After the lawn was mowed, and the flower beds weeded, I grabbed the hose and started to water the garden. Seeing Dane walking across the lawn without a shirt on, I turned the hose on him. He came running after me, chasing me into the backyard.
That was the start of something that was wonderful and unexpected. Within a week I was moving my stuff into his house. I worried every day about both my brother and my lover. I felt as thought I could lose everything in one night, since they rode together. I was surprised that Dane was so open about our relationship, taking me to work functions, and showing me off like a trophy wife. I think back to the barbeque that started it all, and I thank god he showed up early.
FEVER TALK
It was late summer. My nephew and I were walking through Wal-Mart on the search for something to keep Matt, my nephew, occupied. He has Autism and gets restless easily.
As we strolled by the clothing racks I just happened to glance up at this guy checking out some tee shirts hanging on the racks. He was about 5ft 11inches tall and I would day about 160 lbs. I'm not really a good judge of things like that. He was dressed in a tight v-necked tee and a dark sport jacket. He wore black jeans and boots, very nice. But then I saw his face. Black hair cut perfectly, five o'clock shadow beard and those Ice Blue eyes. My breath caught and I leaned over to Matt and said, that guy couldn't get more beautiful. Oh crap I think he heard me. He looked up and took a step in our direction and then dropped his eyes and walked away. Well maybe he didn't hear me.
About a week later I was taking some clothes to the cleaner and I pulled out of my street to make a left turn and I see the same guy unloading a van. He was moving in! I almost missed my turn and was smiling all the way into town.
On the way back from town I slowed down to see if I could get a glimpse of him again and I noticed he was standing at the back of the van looking a little confused. He was obviously trying to figure out how to get the sofa out of the van and into the house. Their didn't seem to be anyone else around. So being neighborly I pulled over at the end of his drive and asked him if he needed a hand with that sofa. He told me he would really appreciate it. I parked and got out and introduced myself,' I'm Ranzie,' I said, reaching for his outstretched hand. ' I'm Alan,' he replied. I couldn't tell if he remembered me from the store or not so I didn't mention it. We grabbed hold of the sofa and he led me into the living room We placed it and decided it needed to be closer to the television and we picked it up and moved it again.
Alan asked me if I would like something to drink and I declined his offer and thanked him anyway. I told him that I just live right down the street and I left him with my number as I headed toward the door.
Alan and I became fast friends. For a few months now Alan and I get together almost daily. He comes to my house for dinner or I go to his place and we just watch movies or talk. He has been single for a long time and so have I so we found it kind of nice to have someone to hang out with.
We talked about our jobs, I explained that I am a massage therapist and quickly let him know that I don't rub on pervs for a happy ending and he thought that was funny.
I asked him what did he do and he told me he hated when people asked him that question. I told him he doesn't have to answer that question but I would guess he was a model. He blushed and told me he has been a professional model for about six years.
He lived in Atlanta and needed a change. His grandparents left him this house and he thought he would put it to use for a while and take some much needed time off.
I really enjoy hanging out with Alan and I told him so. He said he enjoys my company too. He says I have a fun personality and a southern charm that is just too cute to be on a guy. I was flattered. I really like just looking at him. I swear I could live forever in his eyes. He is truly the most beautiful man I have ever seen.
Around the beginning of Fall Alan was asked by a relative if he would go to some camping area and get it ready for a group of kids that would be coming up on Monday. He wasn't doing anything and said he would go up and take care of it. He asked me if I would be interested in an overnight camping trip with him this weekend. I didn't even think about it. Sure I would go. Maybe I would see him in his underwear!
We decided to leave on Friday and come back on Saturday or even Sunday if it was nice enough out to do some fishing.
He picked me up on Friday morning in his Jeep and we headed toward the interstate. I was already fantasizing about his arms as they held the Jeep on the road.
We talked about everything from work to foods we loved or hated to pets we had growing up. The conversation between us always flowed so naturally he was just so damned easy to talk to.
I knew I more than liked Alan. I would go to bed at night thinking about him and wake up in the morning thinking about him. I would work on clients while thinking about massaging his beautiful chest and arms. To tell you the truth, I got better tips these last few months than ever before.
About two hours into the trip I felt like I might be getting a little nervous. My stomach rolled a little and my lips felt very dry all of a sudden. I shrugged it off to motion sickness and we finally arrived at the camp ground.
I looked around at the scenery while I was still in the Jeep. It was beautiful. I stepped down and immediately felt a cramp in my right side. I must have been sitting too long because I almost fell. Alan rushed over and asked me if I was alright. I told him I was fine I just needed to stretch a little.
We explored the camp ground and cottages. The place was once a hunting lodge until Alans grandparents donated it to the Scouts. Now they camp out here every year.
I set about the task of placing a bed roll of sheets blanket pillow and towel and washcloth on each bed in the eight cottages while Alan was using the leaf blower to clear the campfire pit and pavillion. By the time we were finished the cramp in my side was noticeably stronger and I felt really cold.
Alan found me and asked me if I had seen a snake or something because I was as white as a sheet.
I told him about the pain in my side and how I felt cold and clammy. Alan placed his hand on my forehead and said,' Shit Ranzie you are burning up!' We went into a cottage and he laid me down on a cot and went to the first aid closet and got a thermometer. 103 degrees. Alan pulled up my shirt and asked me where it hurt. I showed him and he pressed down a little. I almost jumped off the cot. He said man we have to get you to a hospital. You have appendicitis.
I started vomiting about that time and Alan cleaned me up a little and wrapped me in blankets. He had to go find a cell phone signal and had to drive a few miles to get any bars.
He came back in and told me help was on the way and I think I passed out right about that time. The next thing I remember is Alan sitting on the cot with my head in his lap stroking my hair telling me it would be alright. Then I was out again.
The next time I woke up Alan was standing next to a bed holding my hand asking me if I was any pain. I was confused but I felt much better. He told me to sleep for a while and he would be here when I woke up.
As it turned out my appendix ruptured and I had a serious problem. Life Flight helicopter came to get me and I was in surgery before Alan could get to the hospital. He paced around the waiting room for two hours before a Doctor stuck his head out and asked.' are you Alan?' yes he said is he going to be alright. He said he's going to be fine after a few days of antibiotics but he will have to stay here. Then the doctor said,' He's a chatty young man when he's unconscious isn't he.' Alan said ,' You don't know the half of it.' The doctor said he had heard a good bit and he's in the recovery room. I think you should be in there when he wakes up. He led Alan to the bed and left.
Hey You. I said, as I came too. Hey You, said Alan looking exhausted. I asked him if he had gotten any sleep. He said he wouldn't sleep until I woke up. I told him that's not a very healthy attitude. He laughed leaned down to my ear and asked me if I was in any pain. I told him I felt so much better and he said good we need to talk.
Alan sounded very serious and I just knew I had thrown up in his Jeep or even worse on him and I was already uncomfortable. He smiled and asked my why I was blushing. I told him I don't remember anything but if I vomited on his jeep I would have it cleaned. He burst out laughing and wiping the tears from his eyes.
That's not what we need to talk about Man. Do you even know how you got here. 'not really' I replied. I can't remember anything except my head laying in your lap and your fingers in my hair. I replied shyly. He smiled.
Alan said let me tell you a few things and then we'll talk.
He Started. ' Ranzie, you have been here for four days. You were flown in on a helicopter and you almost died. '
I was in shock. My first helicopter ride and I missed it.
He continued. ' You were unconscious and talking out of your head. You were talking to someone, I don't know who, but you talked a lot about me.
I suddenly felt sick.
He continued,' You told this person that within the first few seconds of seeing me you spoke the words out loud that this guy couldn't get more beautiful. Alan said he remembered me saying those very words he just thought he had misheard me. Then you said that you were so wrong because once you got to know him you knew he was even more beautiful than you could have ever imagined. You also said you loved him with a passion that you didn't even know you possessed.
I felt tears running down my cheeks.
Alan spoke on. Ranz you told this person that every night before you went to bed you asked God to watch over Alan and make sure you keep him well because you needed him around for a very long time.
I looked up at Alan. Tears were falling from his eyes and catching like diamonds on his beard. I reached for his hand and pulled away not knowing what to say.
Alan, I began, I am so sorry. I would never dream of hurting you like this. I would have been forever happy to have had you for a friend for as long as I could. I am so sorry I hurt you.
Alan took my hand and looked into my eyes and said ranzie please don't apologize for loving me. Is it alright if I Love you back?
I was sobbing now and Alan leaned down and kissed me softly but with a passion that I felt to my very core.
We heard a throat clear and looked up at a nurse standing there with tears rolling down her cheeks. She said Damn guys, that was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my thirty years of working here.
She told us she was going to leave us alone for a while and she shift ended in an hour. She was going to stop by and get Alan and take him across the street to her apartment so he could shower and have a good home cooked meal and then he could come lay next to me and get some sleep.
Alan asked her if it would be alright if he lay next to me to hold his man. She simply said baby, hold on to him with all you've got, He asked God himself for you.ห
As we strolled by the clothing racks I just happened to glance up at this guy checking out some tee shirts hanging on the racks. He was about 5ft 11inches tall and I would day about 160 lbs. I'm not really a good judge of things like that. He was dressed in a tight v-necked tee and a dark sport jacket. He wore black jeans and boots, very nice. But then I saw his face. Black hair cut perfectly, five o'clock shadow beard and those Ice Blue eyes. My breath caught and I leaned over to Matt and said, that guy couldn't get more beautiful. Oh crap I think he heard me. He looked up and took a step in our direction and then dropped his eyes and walked away. Well maybe he didn't hear me.
About a week later I was taking some clothes to the cleaner and I pulled out of my street to make a left turn and I see the same guy unloading a van. He was moving in! I almost missed my turn and was smiling all the way into town.
On the way back from town I slowed down to see if I could get a glimpse of him again and I noticed he was standing at the back of the van looking a little confused. He was obviously trying to figure out how to get the sofa out of the van and into the house. Their didn't seem to be anyone else around. So being neighborly I pulled over at the end of his drive and asked him if he needed a hand with that sofa. He told me he would really appreciate it. I parked and got out and introduced myself,' I'm Ranzie,' I said, reaching for his outstretched hand. ' I'm Alan,' he replied. I couldn't tell if he remembered me from the store or not so I didn't mention it. We grabbed hold of the sofa and he led me into the living room We placed it and decided it needed to be closer to the television and we picked it up and moved it again.
Alan asked me if I would like something to drink and I declined his offer and thanked him anyway. I told him that I just live right down the street and I left him with my number as I headed toward the door.
Alan and I became fast friends. For a few months now Alan and I get together almost daily. He comes to my house for dinner or I go to his place and we just watch movies or talk. He has been single for a long time and so have I so we found it kind of nice to have someone to hang out with.
We talked about our jobs, I explained that I am a massage therapist and quickly let him know that I don't rub on pervs for a happy ending and he thought that was funny.
I asked him what did he do and he told me he hated when people asked him that question. I told him he doesn't have to answer that question but I would guess he was a model. He blushed and told me he has been a professional model for about six years.
He lived in Atlanta and needed a change. His grandparents left him this house and he thought he would put it to use for a while and take some much needed time off.
I really enjoy hanging out with Alan and I told him so. He said he enjoys my company too. He says I have a fun personality and a southern charm that is just too cute to be on a guy. I was flattered. I really like just looking at him. I swear I could live forever in his eyes. He is truly the most beautiful man I have ever seen.
Around the beginning of Fall Alan was asked by a relative if he would go to some camping area and get it ready for a group of kids that would be coming up on Monday. He wasn't doing anything and said he would go up and take care of it. He asked me if I would be interested in an overnight camping trip with him this weekend. I didn't even think about it. Sure I would go. Maybe I would see him in his underwear!
We decided to leave on Friday and come back on Saturday or even Sunday if it was nice enough out to do some fishing.
He picked me up on Friday morning in his Jeep and we headed toward the interstate. I was already fantasizing about his arms as they held the Jeep on the road.
We talked about everything from work to foods we loved or hated to pets we had growing up. The conversation between us always flowed so naturally he was just so damned easy to talk to.
I knew I more than liked Alan. I would go to bed at night thinking about him and wake up in the morning thinking about him. I would work on clients while thinking about massaging his beautiful chest and arms. To tell you the truth, I got better tips these last few months than ever before.
About two hours into the trip I felt like I might be getting a little nervous. My stomach rolled a little and my lips felt very dry all of a sudden. I shrugged it off to motion sickness and we finally arrived at the camp ground.
I looked around at the scenery while I was still in the Jeep. It was beautiful. I stepped down and immediately felt a cramp in my right side. I must have been sitting too long because I almost fell. Alan rushed over and asked me if I was alright. I told him I was fine I just needed to stretch a little.
We explored the camp ground and cottages. The place was once a hunting lodge until Alans grandparents donated it to the Scouts. Now they camp out here every year.
I set about the task of placing a bed roll of sheets blanket pillow and towel and washcloth on each bed in the eight cottages while Alan was using the leaf blower to clear the campfire pit and pavillion. By the time we were finished the cramp in my side was noticeably stronger and I felt really cold.
Alan found me and asked me if I had seen a snake or something because I was as white as a sheet.
I told him about the pain in my side and how I felt cold and clammy. Alan placed his hand on my forehead and said,' Shit Ranzie you are burning up!' We went into a cottage and he laid me down on a cot and went to the first aid closet and got a thermometer. 103 degrees. Alan pulled up my shirt and asked me where it hurt. I showed him and he pressed down a little. I almost jumped off the cot. He said man we have to get you to a hospital. You have appendicitis.
I started vomiting about that time and Alan cleaned me up a little and wrapped me in blankets. He had to go find a cell phone signal and had to drive a few miles to get any bars.
He came back in and told me help was on the way and I think I passed out right about that time. The next thing I remember is Alan sitting on the cot with my head in his lap stroking my hair telling me it would be alright. Then I was out again.
The next time I woke up Alan was standing next to a bed holding my hand asking me if I was any pain. I was confused but I felt much better. He told me to sleep for a while and he would be here when I woke up.
As it turned out my appendix ruptured and I had a serious problem. Life Flight helicopter came to get me and I was in surgery before Alan could get to the hospital. He paced around the waiting room for two hours before a Doctor stuck his head out and asked.' are you Alan?' yes he said is he going to be alright. He said he's going to be fine after a few days of antibiotics but he will have to stay here. Then the doctor said,' He's a chatty young man when he's unconscious isn't he.' Alan said ,' You don't know the half of it.' The doctor said he had heard a good bit and he's in the recovery room. I think you should be in there when he wakes up. He led Alan to the bed and left.
Hey You. I said, as I came too. Hey You, said Alan looking exhausted. I asked him if he had gotten any sleep. He said he wouldn't sleep until I woke up. I told him that's not a very healthy attitude. He laughed leaned down to my ear and asked me if I was in any pain. I told him I felt so much better and he said good we need to talk.
Alan sounded very serious and I just knew I had thrown up in his Jeep or even worse on him and I was already uncomfortable. He smiled and asked my why I was blushing. I told him I don't remember anything but if I vomited on his jeep I would have it cleaned. He burst out laughing and wiping the tears from his eyes.
That's not what we need to talk about Man. Do you even know how you got here. 'not really' I replied. I can't remember anything except my head laying in your lap and your fingers in my hair. I replied shyly. He smiled.
Alan said let me tell you a few things and then we'll talk.
He Started. ' Ranzie, you have been here for four days. You were flown in on a helicopter and you almost died. '
I was in shock. My first helicopter ride and I missed it.
He continued. ' You were unconscious and talking out of your head. You were talking to someone, I don't know who, but you talked a lot about me.
I suddenly felt sick.
He continued,' You told this person that within the first few seconds of seeing me you spoke the words out loud that this guy couldn't get more beautiful. Alan said he remembered me saying those very words he just thought he had misheard me. Then you said that you were so wrong because once you got to know him you knew he was even more beautiful than you could have ever imagined. You also said you loved him with a passion that you didn't even know you possessed.
I felt tears running down my cheeks.
Alan spoke on. Ranz you told this person that every night before you went to bed you asked God to watch over Alan and make sure you keep him well because you needed him around for a very long time.
I looked up at Alan. Tears were falling from his eyes and catching like diamonds on his beard. I reached for his hand and pulled away not knowing what to say.
Alan, I began, I am so sorry. I would never dream of hurting you like this. I would have been forever happy to have had you for a friend for as long as I could. I am so sorry I hurt you.
Alan took my hand and looked into my eyes and said ranzie please don't apologize for loving me. Is it alright if I Love you back?
I was sobbing now and Alan leaned down and kissed me softly but with a passion that I felt to my very core.
We heard a throat clear and looked up at a nurse standing there with tears rolling down her cheeks. She said Damn guys, that was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my thirty years of working here.
She told us she was going to leave us alone for a while and she shift ended in an hour. She was going to stop by and get Alan and take him across the street to her apartment so he could shower and have a good home cooked meal and then he could come lay next to me and get some sleep.
Alan asked her if it would be alright if he lay next to me to hold his man. She simply said baby, hold on to him with all you've got, He asked God himself for you.ห
DIVING IN
I'd just been certified for 40 meters, and my little scuba diving self was vibrating with excitement. There was a wall dive in the Channel Islands I'd heard about and wanted to try, so after many phone calls for arrangements, and waiting what seemed like centuries for my vacation time, I went. It was everything, and more, than I'd hoped for and by that evening I felt like a conqueror. The guy behind the hotel desk seemed up to handling a discrete question, so I secured directions to the nearest gay bar. I wanted flashing lights, loud music, and...well, sex.
The loud music greeted me in the parking lot, and the flashing lights assaulted me as soon as I walked through the door. Sex, of course, is harder to find. I got a beer, smiled a lot and looked around. Couples throbbed on the dance floor. Tables were full of laughing, smiling people, and the smell of cologne was enough to make me want my tanks and mask back. All was right with the world. I wandered around, smiling, nodding, trying not to look like I was wearing a sign that said, 'My balls hurt...Help me.' I stopped for a second to watch two couples at a table. Four men in comfortable middle age, holding hands with their partners openly, talking and laughing with their friends. That always makes me mushy and hopeful and vaguely weepy. I sensed something and turned my head. Leaning against the wall, radiating aloneness was a man, sipping a drink and staring at the foursome with both joy and agonizing envy. I drifted over to him like a current had caught me and I'd just surrendered to it.
As I got close to him I realized he was my age, or maybe a couple of years younger. Darkly handsome, sort of like a brooding count in a romance novel. Long, aesthetic fingers were wrapped around the glass. In the odd lighting of the bar, his eyes looked like underwater caves that demanded exploration. I got his attention with a cleared throat, then indicated the foursome at the table. 'What I want to be when I grow up,' I said. 'Gives one hope.' He looked at me with his deep eyes and I realized with shock that hope had died in him long ago. He forced a smile and nodded politely. I used his innate politeness to draw him into idle conversation, and used it again to get him on the dance floor. At first he was rigid and distant in my arms, then something inside him snapped, and he came against me like a drowning man. I felt his tears soak through my shirt and his hard, thrusting cock rub against me. His hands slid up and down my back, out of his control. 'I'm sorry,' he said in a choked voice. I pulled him tighter. 'Don't be,' I said in a loud, strong voice. 'Let it out. Don't be afraid to feel.' He broke down in my arms, sobbing on my shoulder and thrusting his rock hard shaft against mine. I got him out of there, finally, to a coffee shop popular with happy gay couples who needed to sober up a bit before they drove to the second stage of bliss.
In the harsh light of the restaurant, the dark eyes were swollen and full of loneliness and pain. He wrapped the beautiful hands around a coffee mug, sipping occasionally and darting curious glances at me. His name, as he told me ruefully, was Lester, the first in what was to be a lifetime of cursed events. I called him 'Les', which as he said with a flash of humor was not as desirable as 'More' would be. I countered with my own curse, 'Buddy,' which no amount of threats or hostility could induce my family and friends to drop. He began to calm, and after a while, grew animated, smiling, the dark eyes flashing light. He accepted that I wanted to bed him, but his eyes clearly told me he had absolutely no idea why I'd want to do that.
I took him back to the hotel, and did an extremely tacky thing in the lobby: I displayed him to the desk clerk like a trophy. The clerk didn't let me down. He examined Les quite carefully, a look of frank approval on his face, then said 'OK. I'll swap you my car for him.' I shook my head and led my trophy away to the elevator. It took Les a trip to the fifth floor to get his mouth closed. I noticed his cock was hard, shoving against his pants and twitching. I let us into my room, turned to Les casually and shoved him on the bed. He needed to get off so damn badly. He landed on the bed, stunned, and I knelt between his legs and opened his pants, freeing the swollen purple shaft. His cockhead was oozing precum. I licked it up, listening to his gasps, then slid his rod into my mouth and sucked hard. My lips locked around him as my head bobbed up and down, my tight-fingered grip sliding after my mouth. A stunned silence followed the initial gasps, then a very clearly pronounced 'Shitfuck!' heralded a long string of incoherent howling as he humped the hell out of my mouth, fists dug into the bed for leverage, cock swelling further and throbbing. He came like a long dormant volcano, pulse after pulse of hot cum finally freed. I swallowed what I could, letting the rest ooze out to lubricate his shaft, my hand sliding up and down easily, quickly, stopping only to rub it all over his balls. He howled like an animal, riding out what I knew was way too intense a sensation, but until he told me to stop, I wasn't going to. His cock stayed rock hard, and I kept sucking.
He never told me to stop...so I didn't stop. I kept sucking and stroking and he kept humping my mouth like a wild thing. His second monologue was more coherent and rather touching. 'Shitfuck,' he said again, followed by 'I needed this so fucking bad, oh my God, I needed to cum, damn, you're so fucking good, I can't stand how good you are, you make me feel so much, shit, I can't believe this, suck me, SUCK ME, oh don't ever stop sucking me...' and so on. I sucked, sliding his cock in deep, feeling the hard shaft glide over my tongue until it touched the top of my throat. I wanted him in deep. I wanted to lock my lips around the base of his cock, by nose and mouth buried in his thick, curly hair, feeling my chin nestle in his balls, dancing my tongue over his shaft. I slid my hands under his ass and squeezed his cheeks, then my fingers searched for his crack, gliding up and down, finally spreading him open and playing with his hole. His muscles gave out, and all he could do was lay and twitch as I took his cock into my throat, sucking him fiercely, fingers playing in his crack, an index finger penetrating his hole. He made a small, garbled sound suddenly, and his cock erupted, straining to go deeper as he flooded me with hot cum. Some shot straight down my throat; the rest went anywhere it wanted to. Finally, I managed to release his softening cock, and pull my head up. I felt my cum-covered face. 'And thus was Hawaii born,' I murmured. He raised his head, focused his eyes and maneuvered the muscles of his face into a smile. 'You store up enough lava,' he said thickly, 'and you can do that.' His head flopped back down. I stared at him. He'd gotten the volcano reference, managed a comeback, and I fell in love.
I dragged him around in the bed, washed him off, then covered him with blanket and sheet. He slept through the whole thing. I brushed my fingers against his cheek. The stress and pain were gone from his face. I took off all my clothes, told my aching cock to be patient, and got a book to read. I slid into bed next to him, read for a while, then fell asleep. I swam almost to the surface of consciousness when I heard his voice a long time later. 'Yes,' he was saying. 'I want a red rose on the tray. Just one. Everything else for two. Pot of coffee. Orange juice. Pastry. The strawberry/banana in cream thing. Room number? Hold on.'
I heard him pad across the room, open the door, close the door and pad back. '532,' he said. 'Half an hour? Good.' He hung up the phone, yawned, stretched, then journeyed into the bathroom. A little later I heard the shower start. I smiled and drifted back to sleep.
He served me breakfast like a sultan, and I wallowed in it. I took a shower, and he scrubbed my back, and I wallowed in that, too. I called and canceled my morning dive, then put down the receiver and stared at it. I'd never canceled a dive for anyone before. I looked at him, and he read my face. 'Thank you,' he whispered and went to his knees. He took my cock in his mouth and sucked it gently, lovingly. I ran my fingers through his hair, looking down at him, standing with my feet spread, feeling his mouth and tongue in every part of my existence. He pleasured my cock so thoroughly, his eyes closed, his fingers gently exploring my balls, as if he was memorizing me in Braille. I felt his throat vibrate as he murmured with contentment and the sensation traveled up my cock and through my entire body. His eyes opened suddenly and he looked up at me. I stared down at the bright, smiling eyes, watching my cock slide so easily in and out of his mouth...and there just aren't words to describe my orgasm sufficiently. It started suddenly, a startling sharp falling sensation, then built and built until I thought my body would shatter. I felt myself land on my ass on the floor with a thud, his mouth still fastened to me. I curled around his head and held on. I could hear howling, and my throat felt funny, and I realized the one howling was me. Eventually I managed to poke his head gently with a finger to indicate that if he didn't stop sucking my helpless cock he'd kill me.
I was in the bed again, with no memory of how I'd gotten there or how long I'd been there. I lay on my stomach, listening to Les's voice as he gently stroked my ass. He was probably using words, but all I knew was that the sound was happy and aroused, and that's all I needed to know. I sighed deeply with contentment and spread my legs wider. I felt his mouth move over my ass, then slide down to lick at my balls. He licked me like a cat, his tongue flicking over every inch of my skin. I murmured my appreciation. His tongue finally went to the crack in my ass and slid up and down, leisurely, gradually going deeper until he used his fingers to spread me open. He licked me thoroughly, passing back and forth over my hole until I was starting to writhe with anticipation. Finally, his warm, moist tongue pointed and thrust into my hole. I shuddered and groaned. He tongue-fucked me for a long time, and I reveled in it. His tongue went deep, thrusting in me harder and harder. Finally, I felt the tip of a lubricated finger instead of the tongue. I shuddered again, my ass thrusting up at him eagerly. The fingertip teased me for a while, then began to slide inside me gently. I didn't want it gentle at that point and growled at him. He growled back, and proceeded to finger-fuck the hell out of my hungry ass, adding a second finger, the rest of his hand folded into a fist that punched my cheeks with each downward stroke. My ass rose into the air for him, and I whimpered my pleasure. His breathing grew loud and ragged, and I felt him move into position. My cock dripped precum and my asshole twitched.
In a rather atypical move, I begged him to fuck me. I begged loudly and clearly, wanting, needing the privilege of his cock in my ass. He grabbed onto my hips for support as his body swayed. 'Ugh da,' was an approximation of what he managed to say. He took his shaft in his hand and rubbed the slick head against my hole. His cockhead was swollen, and I could feel the hot precum mixing with the tepid lubricant. He entered me with one uncontrolled, unplanned, hungry, demanding thrust and I howled with pleasure/pain. His fingers bit into my hips, and he fucked me. And I do mean FUCKED me. My gentle lover had transformed into a feral, rutting animal, who took my ass as if all of nature had prepared him for this moment. I humped my ass back at him furiously, taking the savage thrusts as deeply as I could and still forcing my hole back for more. The room filled with the sounds of our harsh breathing and wordless grunts. His hips slammed against my ass, and his balls hit mine with force. I could feel his fingernails imbedding themselves into my flesh, and in my mind they became the claws of my mate. It was glorious and endless, on and on, past anything I'd ever even dreamed. A gust of fresh air came through the open sliding doors and bathed us both. It was like a blessing, and caused a simultaneous explosion, both of us cumming helplessly. Rigid and locked together, trying to ride out the wave after wave of almost unbearable ecstasy slamming through us. I collapsed flat on the bed, and he landed on top of me. We woke up like that a long time later.
Les has gotten better about the diving. He's read a lot, and now checks me before every dive as if he was sending me off to kindergarten. He whispers 'be safe, have fun,' then stands with a white-knuckle grip on the rail staring down at the water until I come up again. No matter how wondrous the dive is, the best part is breaking the surface, looking up and seeing him there waiting for me.
The loud music greeted me in the parking lot, and the flashing lights assaulted me as soon as I walked through the door. Sex, of course, is harder to find. I got a beer, smiled a lot and looked around. Couples throbbed on the dance floor. Tables were full of laughing, smiling people, and the smell of cologne was enough to make me want my tanks and mask back. All was right with the world. I wandered around, smiling, nodding, trying not to look like I was wearing a sign that said, 'My balls hurt...Help me.' I stopped for a second to watch two couples at a table. Four men in comfortable middle age, holding hands with their partners openly, talking and laughing with their friends. That always makes me mushy and hopeful and vaguely weepy. I sensed something and turned my head. Leaning against the wall, radiating aloneness was a man, sipping a drink and staring at the foursome with both joy and agonizing envy. I drifted over to him like a current had caught me and I'd just surrendered to it.
As I got close to him I realized he was my age, or maybe a couple of years younger. Darkly handsome, sort of like a brooding count in a romance novel. Long, aesthetic fingers were wrapped around the glass. In the odd lighting of the bar, his eyes looked like underwater caves that demanded exploration. I got his attention with a cleared throat, then indicated the foursome at the table. 'What I want to be when I grow up,' I said. 'Gives one hope.' He looked at me with his deep eyes and I realized with shock that hope had died in him long ago. He forced a smile and nodded politely. I used his innate politeness to draw him into idle conversation, and used it again to get him on the dance floor. At first he was rigid and distant in my arms, then something inside him snapped, and he came against me like a drowning man. I felt his tears soak through my shirt and his hard, thrusting cock rub against me. His hands slid up and down my back, out of his control. 'I'm sorry,' he said in a choked voice. I pulled him tighter. 'Don't be,' I said in a loud, strong voice. 'Let it out. Don't be afraid to feel.' He broke down in my arms, sobbing on my shoulder and thrusting his rock hard shaft against mine. I got him out of there, finally, to a coffee shop popular with happy gay couples who needed to sober up a bit before they drove to the second stage of bliss.
In the harsh light of the restaurant, the dark eyes were swollen and full of loneliness and pain. He wrapped the beautiful hands around a coffee mug, sipping occasionally and darting curious glances at me. His name, as he told me ruefully, was Lester, the first in what was to be a lifetime of cursed events. I called him 'Les', which as he said with a flash of humor was not as desirable as 'More' would be. I countered with my own curse, 'Buddy,' which no amount of threats or hostility could induce my family and friends to drop. He began to calm, and after a while, grew animated, smiling, the dark eyes flashing light. He accepted that I wanted to bed him, but his eyes clearly told me he had absolutely no idea why I'd want to do that.
I took him back to the hotel, and did an extremely tacky thing in the lobby: I displayed him to the desk clerk like a trophy. The clerk didn't let me down. He examined Les quite carefully, a look of frank approval on his face, then said 'OK. I'll swap you my car for him.' I shook my head and led my trophy away to the elevator. It took Les a trip to the fifth floor to get his mouth closed. I noticed his cock was hard, shoving against his pants and twitching. I let us into my room, turned to Les casually and shoved him on the bed. He needed to get off so damn badly. He landed on the bed, stunned, and I knelt between his legs and opened his pants, freeing the swollen purple shaft. His cockhead was oozing precum. I licked it up, listening to his gasps, then slid his rod into my mouth and sucked hard. My lips locked around him as my head bobbed up and down, my tight-fingered grip sliding after my mouth. A stunned silence followed the initial gasps, then a very clearly pronounced 'Shitfuck!' heralded a long string of incoherent howling as he humped the hell out of my mouth, fists dug into the bed for leverage, cock swelling further and throbbing. He came like a long dormant volcano, pulse after pulse of hot cum finally freed. I swallowed what I could, letting the rest ooze out to lubricate his shaft, my hand sliding up and down easily, quickly, stopping only to rub it all over his balls. He howled like an animal, riding out what I knew was way too intense a sensation, but until he told me to stop, I wasn't going to. His cock stayed rock hard, and I kept sucking.
He never told me to stop...so I didn't stop. I kept sucking and stroking and he kept humping my mouth like a wild thing. His second monologue was more coherent and rather touching. 'Shitfuck,' he said again, followed by 'I needed this so fucking bad, oh my God, I needed to cum, damn, you're so fucking good, I can't stand how good you are, you make me feel so much, shit, I can't believe this, suck me, SUCK ME, oh don't ever stop sucking me...' and so on. I sucked, sliding his cock in deep, feeling the hard shaft glide over my tongue until it touched the top of my throat. I wanted him in deep. I wanted to lock my lips around the base of his cock, by nose and mouth buried in his thick, curly hair, feeling my chin nestle in his balls, dancing my tongue over his shaft. I slid my hands under his ass and squeezed his cheeks, then my fingers searched for his crack, gliding up and down, finally spreading him open and playing with his hole. His muscles gave out, and all he could do was lay and twitch as I took his cock into my throat, sucking him fiercely, fingers playing in his crack, an index finger penetrating his hole. He made a small, garbled sound suddenly, and his cock erupted, straining to go deeper as he flooded me with hot cum. Some shot straight down my throat; the rest went anywhere it wanted to. Finally, I managed to release his softening cock, and pull my head up. I felt my cum-covered face. 'And thus was Hawaii born,' I murmured. He raised his head, focused his eyes and maneuvered the muscles of his face into a smile. 'You store up enough lava,' he said thickly, 'and you can do that.' His head flopped back down. I stared at him. He'd gotten the volcano reference, managed a comeback, and I fell in love.
I dragged him around in the bed, washed him off, then covered him with blanket and sheet. He slept through the whole thing. I brushed my fingers against his cheek. The stress and pain were gone from his face. I took off all my clothes, told my aching cock to be patient, and got a book to read. I slid into bed next to him, read for a while, then fell asleep. I swam almost to the surface of consciousness when I heard his voice a long time later. 'Yes,' he was saying. 'I want a red rose on the tray. Just one. Everything else for two. Pot of coffee. Orange juice. Pastry. The strawberry/banana in cream thing. Room number? Hold on.'
I heard him pad across the room, open the door, close the door and pad back. '532,' he said. 'Half an hour? Good.' He hung up the phone, yawned, stretched, then journeyed into the bathroom. A little later I heard the shower start. I smiled and drifted back to sleep.
He served me breakfast like a sultan, and I wallowed in it. I took a shower, and he scrubbed my back, and I wallowed in that, too. I called and canceled my morning dive, then put down the receiver and stared at it. I'd never canceled a dive for anyone before. I looked at him, and he read my face. 'Thank you,' he whispered and went to his knees. He took my cock in his mouth and sucked it gently, lovingly. I ran my fingers through his hair, looking down at him, standing with my feet spread, feeling his mouth and tongue in every part of my existence. He pleasured my cock so thoroughly, his eyes closed, his fingers gently exploring my balls, as if he was memorizing me in Braille. I felt his throat vibrate as he murmured with contentment and the sensation traveled up my cock and through my entire body. His eyes opened suddenly and he looked up at me. I stared down at the bright, smiling eyes, watching my cock slide so easily in and out of his mouth...and there just aren't words to describe my orgasm sufficiently. It started suddenly, a startling sharp falling sensation, then built and built until I thought my body would shatter. I felt myself land on my ass on the floor with a thud, his mouth still fastened to me. I curled around his head and held on. I could hear howling, and my throat felt funny, and I realized the one howling was me. Eventually I managed to poke his head gently with a finger to indicate that if he didn't stop sucking my helpless cock he'd kill me.
I was in the bed again, with no memory of how I'd gotten there or how long I'd been there. I lay on my stomach, listening to Les's voice as he gently stroked my ass. He was probably using words, but all I knew was that the sound was happy and aroused, and that's all I needed to know. I sighed deeply with contentment and spread my legs wider. I felt his mouth move over my ass, then slide down to lick at my balls. He licked me like a cat, his tongue flicking over every inch of my skin. I murmured my appreciation. His tongue finally went to the crack in my ass and slid up and down, leisurely, gradually going deeper until he used his fingers to spread me open. He licked me thoroughly, passing back and forth over my hole until I was starting to writhe with anticipation. Finally, his warm, moist tongue pointed and thrust into my hole. I shuddered and groaned. He tongue-fucked me for a long time, and I reveled in it. His tongue went deep, thrusting in me harder and harder. Finally, I felt the tip of a lubricated finger instead of the tongue. I shuddered again, my ass thrusting up at him eagerly. The fingertip teased me for a while, then began to slide inside me gently. I didn't want it gentle at that point and growled at him. He growled back, and proceeded to finger-fuck the hell out of my hungry ass, adding a second finger, the rest of his hand folded into a fist that punched my cheeks with each downward stroke. My ass rose into the air for him, and I whimpered my pleasure. His breathing grew loud and ragged, and I felt him move into position. My cock dripped precum and my asshole twitched.
In a rather atypical move, I begged him to fuck me. I begged loudly and clearly, wanting, needing the privilege of his cock in my ass. He grabbed onto my hips for support as his body swayed. 'Ugh da,' was an approximation of what he managed to say. He took his shaft in his hand and rubbed the slick head against my hole. His cockhead was swollen, and I could feel the hot precum mixing with the tepid lubricant. He entered me with one uncontrolled, unplanned, hungry, demanding thrust and I howled with pleasure/pain. His fingers bit into my hips, and he fucked me. And I do mean FUCKED me. My gentle lover had transformed into a feral, rutting animal, who took my ass as if all of nature had prepared him for this moment. I humped my ass back at him furiously, taking the savage thrusts as deeply as I could and still forcing my hole back for more. The room filled with the sounds of our harsh breathing and wordless grunts. His hips slammed against my ass, and his balls hit mine with force. I could feel his fingernails imbedding themselves into my flesh, and in my mind they became the claws of my mate. It was glorious and endless, on and on, past anything I'd ever even dreamed. A gust of fresh air came through the open sliding doors and bathed us both. It was like a blessing, and caused a simultaneous explosion, both of us cumming helplessly. Rigid and locked together, trying to ride out the wave after wave of almost unbearable ecstasy slamming through us. I collapsed flat on the bed, and he landed on top of me. We woke up like that a long time later.
Les has gotten better about the diving. He's read a lot, and now checks me before every dive as if he was sending me off to kindergarten. He whispers 'be safe, have fun,' then stands with a white-knuckle grip on the rail staring down at the water until I come up again. No matter how wondrous the dive is, the best part is breaking the surface, looking up and seeing him there waiting for me.
DELIVERY
Lots of people hate their jobs, but few with the intensity with which I hated mine. I had a degree, and a big pretty piece of paper to prove it, and lots of prospects, but for the time being, I was relegated to taking food on short trips from a deli owned by a tyrant to people who looked at me as if I was scum. Stupid scum, at that. I worked all the shitty shifts, too. The owner's relatives had bagged all the good ones. Good truly was a relative term with my asshole boss. And I wasn't a relative. I clocked out at the proper time one Friday night and he handed me a brown paper sack. 'You go right by there on the way home,' he snarled. 'Good customer. Important man working late. Drop this off.' I growled as I took off. He thought all his customers were 'important' and I didn't exactly go right by this place. It was out of my way, but shit, who cared. It wasn't like I had anything else to do this, or any other, Friday night.
The name on the little brown bag was 'Pressman.' The big name on the building was 'Pressman Industries.' The plaque on the shiny double doors to the office, when I finally found them, said 'H.V. Pressman, CEO.' This was, indeed, an important man working late, and I hated him already. I walked through to the inner office with a chip on my shoulder a mile long, then stopped suddenly at the inner door. H.V. Pressman may have been important, but he was also miserable. He stared out the window as if Death itself was staring back. I had to clear my throat twice before he heard me. Finally he turned to me, and I swallowed hard. He had a full head of thick, silver hair, ice blue eyes, and a tan, high cheekboned face. He seemed to have a good, solid body underneath the expensive clothes. It took a second for recognition to register in his eyes, then he stood and reached for his wallet. He thanked me politely, paid for his order then waved off his change, the biggest tip I'd ever received. When I got close to him I realized how good he smelled and turned to look at the office to try and control the quickening I felt. Five minutes later, through what process I don't know, he was showing me around his office, describing his collection of antiquities as if I was a guest. Standing close to him was having an effect on me. I was looking more at him than at his wonderful things. My cock was hard and jutting out the front of my uniform pants. He couldn't help but notice...and he did. He raised his eyes to me, puzzled at first. All I could do was stare at him. Suddenly, his face flushed and his eyes grew bright. His tailoring did a better job of concealing his pole when it snapped up, but it wasn't perfect. He released a sound that made me shudder. It was all the pain and longing in the world compressed into one moan.
I was in his arms with one movement, sucking his tongue in deep, thrusting my cock against his. His hands slid down my back to my ass and his fingers bit into my cheeks. He was trembling. 'How old are you?' he stammered as I removed his tie and laid it over a chair. 'Twenty-two,' I said, unbuttoning his shirt. He managed to look relieved and sad at the same time. 'I'm over twice your age,' he said softly. I looked him straight in the eye and shrugged, then lowered my mouth to his chest and licked him. He controlled a muscle spasm as my mouth suctioned to his nipple and my hands slid his shirt off. I released his nipple long enough to sweep my own shirt over my head, then ducked back down and sucked him until his nipple was a bright red bullet thrusting out from his chest. I worked on the other one the same way, then moved his hands and urged him to pinch and twist his nipples as I knelt. I got his pants, underwear, shoes and socks off as he stood looking at me as if hypnotized, his fingertips working on his stiff nipples. His cock was beautiful, about 7 inches, unusually thick, almost purple in color. His balls were big and solid looking. I nuzzled his balls and he muttered something. I looked up at him. 'What?' I said. He looked down at me with dignity. 'I said...it's been so long. So damned long.' I had him park his tight, round ass on the edge of the desk then gobbled his thick cock into my mouth. I ran my tongue all over the swollen head, then locked my lips around him and took him in deep. I sucked him hard and fast. He gripped the edge of the desk and stared at me with unfocused eyes. He fought like hell, but it was over in minutes. He came violently, gasping, stunned, pumping my mouth full of his hot salty cum. I swallowed him fast, then stood as his knees started to buckle. I helped him to the leather couch, sat him down, then stripped and slid next to him.
We kissed for a long time, our hands all over each other. I think there came a point when he realized I wanted his solid, middle-aged body as much as he wanted my slim, young one. He stared at me for a minute, trying to read my thoughts through my eyes, then was finally satisfied. He gave me a shy smile, then dove into my lap. The man gave incredible head. Lusty, hungry, fierce sucking. I felt my cock slide over his thick wide tongue, the tongue always in motion, working my cock deep into his mouth. I tried to push his head away gently, to make it last, but he grasped both my wrists and held them still as his mouth continued to devour me. He wanted my cum...badly. He got it, too, very rapidly. I let out an agonized groan as my back arched and he sucked my cum out almost faster than my cock could spurt. He swallowed it all, sat up and licked his lips with satisfaction, kissed me, then went off to get a couple of brandies. We sipped brandy in comfortable silence for a time, then he was facedown in my lap again, sucking for all he was worth. I ran my fingers through the thick silver and watched him eagerly suck me. He sucked me hard, then kept going until I was laid out on the couch and gasping, then he sucked me off. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and grinned at me. 'It was worth waiting for,' he said in his deep, rich voice. I leaned down and kissed him. He kissed me back long and hard, then pulled me off the couch and laid me out on my stomach on the floor. In seconds, his mouth was on my ass.
I swear, the man licked, kissed, nibbled, and nuzzled every square inch of my ass. I felt...worshipped. I just laid there, resting my head on my forearms, listening to his breathing as he whipped himself into an orgy of arousal. I closed my eyes and analyzed. He sounded so damned happy. Finally. You didn't have to know the man well at all to hear the 'finally' in the sounds he made. He spread my legs apart and his tongue snaked down to flick gently over my balls. I groaned helplessly...and loudly. His breath caught, and the tongue went mad. It slid up and down the crack of my ass, gradually going deeper. Both palms smacked on my ass cheeks suddenly, and massaged deeply. He used his thumbs to spread my ass open, then teased my hole with the tip of his tongue. He circled it, flicked over it, toyed with it, and chuckled deep in his throat as I started to squirm. He put his mouth against the hole and exhaled warm breath. 'Beg for it,' he whispered.
I begged. I howled. I yelled. I demanded. I promised to do several things that were physically impossible. He laughed delightedly and tormented me into an hysterical state of arousal. I wanted his mouth on my ass so bad I think I would have done literally anything at that point to get it. Finally, when I couldn't stand it anymore, his tongue stabbed into my hole like a small, wet cock...and he tongue-fucked me like I'd never been tongue-fucked before. My ass went into the air automatically, my knees spread. He used only his tongue on my hole. I reached back to hold my cheeks open for him and he grabbed both my wrists and held me still. It was incredible. The wealthy, dignified older man was feasting on my hole. I was half-afraid I'd shoot my cum all over his carpet. Then he started to growl as his tongue impaled me, shaking his face back and forth as his tongue was deep inside me. I became certain I was going to cum all over his carpet. At almost the last second, he put one of my palms under my cockhead, so that when his hungry, demanding tongue finally sent me over the edge, I shot my wad into my own hand. He helped me collapse, then sat like an eager puppy as I held up my palm for him and ate every bit of my cum, licking my palm clean.
He wiped his mouth and grinned at me. He looked relaxed and happy. I made an attempt to get my mouth on his cock, but he laid me back gently. 'Rest,' he murmured, the grinned. 'Your sweet young ass has my name on it.' I wiggled my eyebrows at him. 'You think so?' I said wickedly. He nodded formally, got up, went to his desk, came back with a felt tip pen, flipped me on my stomach and wrote his name on my ass. 'Now it does,' he said solemnly. We laughed ourselves into puddles on the floor.
He got us two more brandies and we laid on the floor and talked. He looked like he was telling me things he'd never said before. I knew I was. Eventually, his eyes began to stray toward my ass and the light began to build in them. I put my head down and smiled demurely...then wiggled my ass. He leaned over, shook a few drops of brandy out of the snifter and licked it off. 'Mine,' he said leisurely. 'My sweet, luscious young ass.'
By the time he got back to me with the tube of lubricant, I had my ass up in the air, wiggling it, begging for him to slam that thick cock into me. He knelt behind me and took his time...lubricating his index finger, playing with my hole, gradually inserting the fingertip, then working it in to the first knuckle, then the second. I held my ass as still as I could, letting him take his time and savor what he was doing. He worked his finger in and out, gasping in appreciation as I clamped my muscles around his finger. His finger fucked my hole slowly and thoroughly, then he slid in a second finger. His two fingers were like a small cock and I lost the ability to keep my ass still. I wanted them in deep...and hard...and he obliged me. The rest of his hand slammed into my ass as if he was punching me. I felt his slick cockhead rubbing against my thigh. He was beyond ready to fuck me, again making me wait until I begged. I happily begged.
His swollen cock felt huge as he rubbed it up and down my crack, then pressed it against my pucker. He guided it in gently, the big head opening me so damned wide I gasped. He entered me slowly, and each inch he inserted drove me more and more wild. He was so damned thick, my hole felt stretched beyond its limits. When he had entered me completely, he held my hips still to let me adjust to his size, then began to stroke slowly and deeply. It was an incredible combination of pleasure, pain and desperate panic. It really felt like that thick rod would split me open. I relaxed, shoved my ass back and submitted to him completely. 'Fuck me,' I whispered. 'Fuck me forever.' He gripped my hips and gave me every inch of his huge cock. He fucked me harder and harder, and I couldn't get enough. I started begging for more, and he began to slam his hips against me, his heavy balls pounding mine. I swear the damn thing got even bigger as he approached orgasm. 'Damn,' I breathed. 'You're a fucking stallion.' He went rigid, slammed his big cock home and pumped cum as he howled. I swear it was like having a firehose go off inside of me, and this time I did cum all over his carpet.
I got the letter that said I'd been accepted for the training program at Pressman Industries the next day. It was dated two days before I got cum all over the boss' carpet. I'm pretty glad about that, and so is he. He smiles and says I got my job on my own merit. I smile back, and say he got his devoted young lover on his own merit, too.
The name on the little brown bag was 'Pressman.' The big name on the building was 'Pressman Industries.' The plaque on the shiny double doors to the office, when I finally found them, said 'H.V. Pressman, CEO.' This was, indeed, an important man working late, and I hated him already. I walked through to the inner office with a chip on my shoulder a mile long, then stopped suddenly at the inner door. H.V. Pressman may have been important, but he was also miserable. He stared out the window as if Death itself was staring back. I had to clear my throat twice before he heard me. Finally he turned to me, and I swallowed hard. He had a full head of thick, silver hair, ice blue eyes, and a tan, high cheekboned face. He seemed to have a good, solid body underneath the expensive clothes. It took a second for recognition to register in his eyes, then he stood and reached for his wallet. He thanked me politely, paid for his order then waved off his change, the biggest tip I'd ever received. When I got close to him I realized how good he smelled and turned to look at the office to try and control the quickening I felt. Five minutes later, through what process I don't know, he was showing me around his office, describing his collection of antiquities as if I was a guest. Standing close to him was having an effect on me. I was looking more at him than at his wonderful things. My cock was hard and jutting out the front of my uniform pants. He couldn't help but notice...and he did. He raised his eyes to me, puzzled at first. All I could do was stare at him. Suddenly, his face flushed and his eyes grew bright. His tailoring did a better job of concealing his pole when it snapped up, but it wasn't perfect. He released a sound that made me shudder. It was all the pain and longing in the world compressed into one moan.
I was in his arms with one movement, sucking his tongue in deep, thrusting my cock against his. His hands slid down my back to my ass and his fingers bit into my cheeks. He was trembling. 'How old are you?' he stammered as I removed his tie and laid it over a chair. 'Twenty-two,' I said, unbuttoning his shirt. He managed to look relieved and sad at the same time. 'I'm over twice your age,' he said softly. I looked him straight in the eye and shrugged, then lowered my mouth to his chest and licked him. He controlled a muscle spasm as my mouth suctioned to his nipple and my hands slid his shirt off. I released his nipple long enough to sweep my own shirt over my head, then ducked back down and sucked him until his nipple was a bright red bullet thrusting out from his chest. I worked on the other one the same way, then moved his hands and urged him to pinch and twist his nipples as I knelt. I got his pants, underwear, shoes and socks off as he stood looking at me as if hypnotized, his fingertips working on his stiff nipples. His cock was beautiful, about 7 inches, unusually thick, almost purple in color. His balls were big and solid looking. I nuzzled his balls and he muttered something. I looked up at him. 'What?' I said. He looked down at me with dignity. 'I said...it's been so long. So damned long.' I had him park his tight, round ass on the edge of the desk then gobbled his thick cock into my mouth. I ran my tongue all over the swollen head, then locked my lips around him and took him in deep. I sucked him hard and fast. He gripped the edge of the desk and stared at me with unfocused eyes. He fought like hell, but it was over in minutes. He came violently, gasping, stunned, pumping my mouth full of his hot salty cum. I swallowed him fast, then stood as his knees started to buckle. I helped him to the leather couch, sat him down, then stripped and slid next to him.
We kissed for a long time, our hands all over each other. I think there came a point when he realized I wanted his solid, middle-aged body as much as he wanted my slim, young one. He stared at me for a minute, trying to read my thoughts through my eyes, then was finally satisfied. He gave me a shy smile, then dove into my lap. The man gave incredible head. Lusty, hungry, fierce sucking. I felt my cock slide over his thick wide tongue, the tongue always in motion, working my cock deep into his mouth. I tried to push his head away gently, to make it last, but he grasped both my wrists and held them still as his mouth continued to devour me. He wanted my cum...badly. He got it, too, very rapidly. I let out an agonized groan as my back arched and he sucked my cum out almost faster than my cock could spurt. He swallowed it all, sat up and licked his lips with satisfaction, kissed me, then went off to get a couple of brandies. We sipped brandy in comfortable silence for a time, then he was facedown in my lap again, sucking for all he was worth. I ran my fingers through the thick silver and watched him eagerly suck me. He sucked me hard, then kept going until I was laid out on the couch and gasping, then he sucked me off. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and grinned at me. 'It was worth waiting for,' he said in his deep, rich voice. I leaned down and kissed him. He kissed me back long and hard, then pulled me off the couch and laid me out on my stomach on the floor. In seconds, his mouth was on my ass.
I swear, the man licked, kissed, nibbled, and nuzzled every square inch of my ass. I felt...worshipped. I just laid there, resting my head on my forearms, listening to his breathing as he whipped himself into an orgy of arousal. I closed my eyes and analyzed. He sounded so damned happy. Finally. You didn't have to know the man well at all to hear the 'finally' in the sounds he made. He spread my legs apart and his tongue snaked down to flick gently over my balls. I groaned helplessly...and loudly. His breath caught, and the tongue went mad. It slid up and down the crack of my ass, gradually going deeper. Both palms smacked on my ass cheeks suddenly, and massaged deeply. He used his thumbs to spread my ass open, then teased my hole with the tip of his tongue. He circled it, flicked over it, toyed with it, and chuckled deep in his throat as I started to squirm. He put his mouth against the hole and exhaled warm breath. 'Beg for it,' he whispered.
I begged. I howled. I yelled. I demanded. I promised to do several things that were physically impossible. He laughed delightedly and tormented me into an hysterical state of arousal. I wanted his mouth on my ass so bad I think I would have done literally anything at that point to get it. Finally, when I couldn't stand it anymore, his tongue stabbed into my hole like a small, wet cock...and he tongue-fucked me like I'd never been tongue-fucked before. My ass went into the air automatically, my knees spread. He used only his tongue on my hole. I reached back to hold my cheeks open for him and he grabbed both my wrists and held me still. It was incredible. The wealthy, dignified older man was feasting on my hole. I was half-afraid I'd shoot my cum all over his carpet. Then he started to growl as his tongue impaled me, shaking his face back and forth as his tongue was deep inside me. I became certain I was going to cum all over his carpet. At almost the last second, he put one of my palms under my cockhead, so that when his hungry, demanding tongue finally sent me over the edge, I shot my wad into my own hand. He helped me collapse, then sat like an eager puppy as I held up my palm for him and ate every bit of my cum, licking my palm clean.
He wiped his mouth and grinned at me. He looked relaxed and happy. I made an attempt to get my mouth on his cock, but he laid me back gently. 'Rest,' he murmured, the grinned. 'Your sweet young ass has my name on it.' I wiggled my eyebrows at him. 'You think so?' I said wickedly. He nodded formally, got up, went to his desk, came back with a felt tip pen, flipped me on my stomach and wrote his name on my ass. 'Now it does,' he said solemnly. We laughed ourselves into puddles on the floor.
He got us two more brandies and we laid on the floor and talked. He looked like he was telling me things he'd never said before. I knew I was. Eventually, his eyes began to stray toward my ass and the light began to build in them. I put my head down and smiled demurely...then wiggled my ass. He leaned over, shook a few drops of brandy out of the snifter and licked it off. 'Mine,' he said leisurely. 'My sweet, luscious young ass.'
By the time he got back to me with the tube of lubricant, I had my ass up in the air, wiggling it, begging for him to slam that thick cock into me. He knelt behind me and took his time...lubricating his index finger, playing with my hole, gradually inserting the fingertip, then working it in to the first knuckle, then the second. I held my ass as still as I could, letting him take his time and savor what he was doing. He worked his finger in and out, gasping in appreciation as I clamped my muscles around his finger. His finger fucked my hole slowly and thoroughly, then he slid in a second finger. His two fingers were like a small cock and I lost the ability to keep my ass still. I wanted them in deep...and hard...and he obliged me. The rest of his hand slammed into my ass as if he was punching me. I felt his slick cockhead rubbing against my thigh. He was beyond ready to fuck me, again making me wait until I begged. I happily begged.
His swollen cock felt huge as he rubbed it up and down my crack, then pressed it against my pucker. He guided it in gently, the big head opening me so damned wide I gasped. He entered me slowly, and each inch he inserted drove me more and more wild. He was so damned thick, my hole felt stretched beyond its limits. When he had entered me completely, he held my hips still to let me adjust to his size, then began to stroke slowly and deeply. It was an incredible combination of pleasure, pain and desperate panic. It really felt like that thick rod would split me open. I relaxed, shoved my ass back and submitted to him completely. 'Fuck me,' I whispered. 'Fuck me forever.' He gripped my hips and gave me every inch of his huge cock. He fucked me harder and harder, and I couldn't get enough. I started begging for more, and he began to slam his hips against me, his heavy balls pounding mine. I swear the damn thing got even bigger as he approached orgasm. 'Damn,' I breathed. 'You're a fucking stallion.' He went rigid, slammed his big cock home and pumped cum as he howled. I swear it was like having a firehose go off inside of me, and this time I did cum all over his carpet.
I got the letter that said I'd been accepted for the training program at Pressman Industries the next day. It was dated two days before I got cum all over the boss' carpet. I'm pretty glad about that, and so is he. He smiles and says I got my job on my own merit. I smile back, and say he got his devoted young lover on his own merit, too.
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