Cruising the Video Store

As I wake I feel the aching of my cock pressed into the sheet under my stomach, vying for as much attention as the insistent pressure in my bladder. With a groan, I roll over onto my back to alleviate at least the pain in my dick.

Damn. I was sure that Paul would be showing up for poker last night. I had hoped to invite him up to my place after for a cup of tea, and maybe a little action. Paul's not really my type, I mean I wouldn't want to live with him, but he's a nice guy, and if we're both aware that the sex is casual then I don't see a problem with it. When he didn't even show up, I starting taking shots of the Old Grand-Dad that homophobic ex-army friend of Gwen's had brought with him. Actually, he's a nice guy, I like him, but he a racist and, although I never brought up homosexuality with him, I'm pretty sure he wouldn't be too receptive to the concept.

I roll out of bed and make my way into the bathroom. I stand in front of the toilet, thinking about swimming in Lake Ontario in May and calculating the exact number of bytes in 19K until it is soft enough to piss through. I'm still a little groggy from the night before, so I wander into the kitchen to put some coffee on. The kitchen air is pretty cold against my naked skin. I left the door open a crack again last night, letting the cold in, but my dick isn't complaining, and it's beginning to regain some its previous vigour.

The coffee is brewing so I trip into the living room to watch some TV. Looking at the VCR I see that it's only 9:30. No wonder I'm feeling stupid. Flicking through the channels I see mindless, violent children's shows. Nothing I can watch even in this brain-dead state.

It's still pretty cold, and my nipples are getting hard. I find that I am absently stroking my cock, now fully erect again. I get up and place a porno tape in the VCR. I made this tape from bunch of homo-erotic videos I had rented. I've seen the thing many times before, but it still gets my blood flowing when I watch the bodies of these guys being stimulated, jism streaming out of their hard-ons as the camera goes in for the close-up of the cum shot.

My hand is working my cock well now, the cold isn't bother- ing me as much as I concentrate on the waves of pleasure being generated in my groin. My hand stretches the skin of my cock as it moves up and around the almost conical head of my cock. Even though I'm circumcised I can pull enough of it up to cover the head of it on the upstroke. I'm still moving pretty slowly, my cock is rock hard -- I haven't been this hard for a long time. I'm beginning to stroke it faster as I watch the glistening saliva covered rod of the smooth chested young man in the video move in and out of his partner's mouth. I can feel the pressure beginning to build up, and I'm pounding away at my dick like a triphammer. Suddenly, the phone rings just at the same time that the tape ends and starts automatically rewinding.

I can hurry it up and shoot right now, or ignore the phone, but analyzing it takes the moment away. Cursing to myself, I pick up the phone.

"Hello?" I mutter.

"Hello, my name is Judy and I'm calling from the Sun newspa- per subscription department and..."

"I'm not interested in subscribing to the Sun thanks." Click.

Shit. My cock is rock hard still but during the interruption I notice that it is freezing in the apartment and I'm almost shivering. I'm bored with the videos I've seen so many times, and I decide that it's time for something new.

I dash into the kitchen and pour myself a coffee. Throwing on some track pants and a sweat shirt as I gulp it down, I enjoy the mix of lust, anticipation and a little fear that always runs through me when I plan a trip to the video store.

After checking that my hair isn't standing up on end, I grab my winter clothes and head out. It's a long drive to the store with the best videos, but I make good time and I'm perusing titles within twenty minutes.

As I'm looking at the boxes, I notice someone else is in the store. Obeying the unwritten porn video store etiquette, I ignore the fact that he is there while he pretends I don't exist. He looks like a nice enough person, dressed in jeans and a T shirt under his parka. Somehow I always assume that all the other people I see in video stores are perverts. His sandy brown hair is straight and about medium length. As he moves to the aisle that I'm in, I'm crouched down looking at the bottom row of videos. He makes his selection and walks down the aisle toward the counter, but I'm blocking the way, so he waits until I stand up to let him by.

Up close I can see he's quite cute. He's in his late twenties, about my age. As he passes, we almost make eye contact, but both look away at the last moment. The store clerk gets his video and he pays for it. Our shoulders touch when we pass each other again as I go up to the counter and he walks to the door. He almost stops to say the automatic apology that would be normal in any other location, but only pauses in his trek to the exit. I sigh, and go up to the counter to pay for my tape.

Out to the car and on the road again, I decide that I should get some food for breakfast. After parking at the grocery store, I hurry through the cold, across the parking lot into the store. Walking quickly up and down the aisles I pick up my food. Bread... peanut butter... into the meat section to get the bacon. As I'm picking up a package, my elbow connects with the person beside me.

"Sorry..." we both say at the same time, turning to each other. It's him. He laughs a nervous little laugh. He really is cute. He has grey eyes that seem to sparkle even in the harsh florescent light of the supermarket. He is carrying a bag of milk and a carton of eggs.

"Buying some breakfast?" he asks. I don't know how to react.

"Seems to be a common thing." I comment, pointing at the eggs.

"Yes," he says, " I hate it when you get up in the morning and there are all kinds of things to take care of when all you want to do is relax."

"Right.. well..", I stammer. Holding up my bacon I say. "Yes, well, I guess I'll get on with it then. See you later." I turn to leave.

"Umm..." he starts. "Is there any chance you'd like to come to my apartment for breakfast? Nothing serious, just breakfast." he blurts out.

I'm a little wary. I mean, after all, he could be anyone. I can feel the blood flowing in my crotch, though, and wonder what is in store for me today.

"Breakfast sounds good. My name's Andrew" I say and we head off to the cash. "I'm Mike," he replies. Each of us pays for his groceries and we leave the store for the bitter cold winter morning.

"I'm staying at the apartment hotel just down the road" he tells me when I ask him if he has a car. He had walked to the store as his apartment building is just a few blocks away. We drive back to his place and take the elevator up to the seventh floor.

In his tiny apartment, we put the food on the counter separating his kitchen from the living room. "Scrambled OK? " he asks. "I can never seem to fry an egg without breaking it."

"Fine." I answer, moving in beside him in the small kitchen. He is already breaking eggs into a bowl. "Anything I can do to help?"

"Actually, there's a small joint in the ashtray on the kitchen table. Why don't you light it?"

As I take the joint and matches, I look over at him as he pulls out the groceries. There's a definite twinkle in his eyes as he takes the joint from me and tokes heavily on it.

We smoke the joint in silence, standing in the kitchen and watching each other. I butt the roach out in the ashtray and say, "That was easy! Anything else I can do?"

"Sure, you can put the milk in the jug over there" he says, pointing to the corner closet. As he drops his hand it brushes against my wrist. I look down at my arm, then up at his face. His eyes in this light have a green tint to them. I can see flecks of gold as well. I realize we have been staring at each other for about half a minute now. I can feel the blood rush to my face as I blush. He leans forward and presses his lips lightly to mine. I respond, moving into the kiss. I feel my lips tingling and my heart pounding as we meld together.

He breaks off and moves away. "Sorry. I really am. I didn't mean for that to happen."

"Don't apologize", I tell him, placing my hand on the back of his neck. "I really liked it."

He turns back to me and I see the sparkle in his eyes again. "I've kind of lost my appetite. How about you?" he asks.

"I'm not that hungry. Not for food anyway. What did you have in mind?" I reply.

"Well, I haven't had a shower this morning. Would you care to join me?" I didn't need a second invitation. Hurriedly we stuff the food into the fridge, the two of us working together like a well oiled machine, each brief contact sending thrills to my crotch and pumping up my cock a little more. Everything put away, we run into the bathroom.

I watch as he undresses. First he slides his jeans off. No underwear. He looks up from his crouch as he steps out of his pants. "Do you want to help?" he asks.

Jumping at the chance, I slide my hands under his tee, feeling the light patches of hair around his nipples. As I lift the shirt over his head, I move in closer, so that when his face is freed from behind the shirt, I touch my lips to his. He responds eagerly, his tongue caressing my lips.

As we kiss, my arms move around him, stroking the line of his spine. He is holding my stiffening cock through the fabric of my sweats, and squeezes gently. I press closer to him, the kiss extending to our whole bodies. Quickly, he slides my shirt over my head as I untie my track pants and they fall to the ground. With my body pressed to his, he thrusts his pelvis forward, sliding our now rock hard dicks against each other.

"Lets get in the shower," he whispers into my mouth. Agreeing, I kick my clothes across the floor, away from the shower, as he gets in the tub and starts the water flowing.

Moving in behind him, I massage his buttocks, so invitingly full as he bends over the taps. He pulls the shower lever, spraying us both with the first splash of cold water in the pipes. Slowly he pushes back, still leaning over. The water has warmed, beating heavily on his back and my crotch. He hands me the soap. "Wash my back, would you?" he asks.

I soap up my hands and run them down his back. Waves of suds precede my strokes, running down between his cheeks. I ease my hand between them and push my knuckle against his puckered hole.

"Oh, yes," he groans. "That feels so good."

Encouraged by his reaction, I kneel down and work my finger- tips around his asshole. With most of the soap rinsed away, I lean in and run my tongue over his anus. Working in ever smaller concentric circles, I lick the knot of flesh. One arm between his legs, my hand stroking his turgid cock, the other hand squeezing my own erection, I push my tongue into him.

"God, fuck me now!" he exclaims. Reaching to the drawer under the sink, he pulls out a condom and some lube. Turning off the shower and leaving the water running, he turns around and lifts me to a standing position. Kneeling before me, he opens the condom and places it on the tips of my cock. Then, using his teeth, he gently rolls it down my shaft. My cock is engulfed by his mouth for a moment, but he quickly pulls off and turns around again.

"Now, please, put it in me!"

I position my head against his hole, and squeeze some lubricant out of the tube. Working it into his anus and over my throbbing dick, I slide a finger up inside him. It slides easily into his chute, and he squirms to work it further in.

"Slide your meat into me," he pleads.

Pushing gently, my cock head slides into his eager hole. He groans slightly and pushes back, forcing me deeper into him. I lean over him and reach around to grasp his rigid cock. As I thrust slowly in and out of his ass my hand moves in the same rhythm, stroking his pillar. Mike is panting through clenched teeth and I am moving my dick around while I slide in and out of his hole.. My other hand is pinching his left nipple and squeez- ing his pecs. His anus is trembling as my hips grind against his buttocks and my thumb and finger encircle his cock just below the head. Tightening my grip, I am picking up the pace. I'm fucking him really hard now, and he is grunting with pleasure. "Oh. God! I'm. Going. To. Come." he grunts.

I feel the pressure myself, but keep my concentration, maintaing the plunges and strokes. Using my left hand, I lean him back until he is standing upright. Pushing up and down now, I'm practically lifting off the ground with my thrusts. My hand is still squeezing and massaging his cock and he is leaning back against me as I drive in and out of his ass. My chin is resting on his shoulder and his hands are behind our heads, gripping my neck and his.

With one thrust, his butt clamps tight on my dick, nearly putting me over the edge, and he lets out a gutteral moan. I feel the contractions under my hand as he shoots, and an arc of cum flies through the air, splattering on the faucet. His anus loosens its strangle hold on my cock as he relaxes the hold on our necks. I'm supporting him now mostly by my cock jammed up his ass.

I haven't stopped jacking him off, and he suddenly gasps as in surprize while he clamps down on my prick again, another load shooting out of him, hitting the wall of the tub. My knees almost give out, barely keeping us from crashing down. I'm down to slow keading with my hand, but he's still convulsing at irregular intervals as more cum seeps out of his meat.

I lean foreward and put his weight back on his feet, and ease my aching cock out of him. He leans over and puts the shower back on.

Turning to face me, he presses his crotch against mine and brushes his lips to my face. As I return the kiss, our eyes close and I become lost in the sensation of him. The kiss ends, and my eyes open, meeting his jewel like orbs.

"Thank-you," he says. "I can't tell you how much I needed that. You really made it special."

I'm still staring into his eyes, the flecks of gold in them seeming to flicker as he moves. "You're more than welcome," I tell him.

His hand is resting on my latex covered cock. "You haven't even used this!" he says, rolling it back up. "Let's get out of the water."

We get out of the shower and towel each other off. He takes my hand and leads me to the bedroom, laying me down on the bed. "Now it's your turn." he says.

His hot mouth wraps around my hardening cock. With each stroke of his tongue across my cock it goes deeper into his throat. I start to moan and he slows down.

The light touch of his fingers on my thighs starts my legs trembling with excitement. With one hand, he strokes my inner thigh and under my balls, tickling me between the legs. The tension and pressure are building up behind my balls. His other hand playfully tweaks my hard nipples.

My eyes are closed as I lie back and float in a sea of erotic sensation. Suddenly, my senses become hyper-acute. I can taste the joint we had smoked earlier in the air. The smell of his slightly sweaty body mixed with a sweet tinge of the soap he uses fills my nostrils. Each little slurp of his mouth as it moved up and down my cock sounds clear in my ears. Every hair on my body reacts to the slight breeze in the room. I can feel every line of the ribbed blanket under my naked body. Most of all I feel the minute movements of his lips around the crown of my cock, his tongue teasingly rubbing my cock head.

I am going to come soon. He senses it and eases up, bringing me back from the brink of orgasm. He stops and lies down on top of me, the sweat of our bodies mingling. We kiss, and I opened my mouth, letting his tongue slide between my teeth to caress my own.

He breaks off the kiss, and begins moving his lips down my body. He kisses my neck, then licks the sweat pooling at the base of it. His tongue teases my hardened nipples. He moves down and his mouth envelopes my cock again. I run my hand through his hair as he sucks the pleasure up my cock shaft.

The pressure is still building in my groin. It feel like my juices are dammed up behind the tension in the muscles between my legs. I notice that my leg muscles are taut, my feet hang off the end of the bed, toes pointed. His fingers slip down between my cheeks, and one massages my anus gently. Slowly, his index finger slides up my hole, and the dam breaks. I feel the cum flow up my shaft and out my cock slit. Each contraction in my body sends my fluids up my cock and into his mouth, sending waves of pleasure through my body. After the third, I don't feel anything but the orgasm running through my brain. My pleasure centres are over- loaded, and I can't pay any attention to anything else.

When I can see again, I find he is lying on top of me, his face in my crotch. I'm still thrusting my penis in and out of his mouth and my hands grasp the round firmness of his shoulders. He is beating himself to another orgasm as I push my cock into his face. A new round of cum shots begins, my legs shake uncontrol- lably, and I can't even push my hips forward any more. I come again and again, and my brain shorts out. I pass out with my entire body tingling with pleasure.

I wake up to find him lying half on top of me, one leg between mine and an arm thrown across my chest. I turn my head and find I'm rubbing noses with him. His eyes are closed and a smile of satisfaction is laid across his features. He opens his eyes and smiles wider.

"Did you have a good nap?" he asks.

Laughing I reply, "A better sleep than I've had in weeks. How long was I out? I feel like I've slept for days."

"It's about noon. I'm starving! Weren't we going to have breakfast?"

Splatter

Walking my usual late-night route home from work, I relaxed and slowed my step. A three day weekend was up, and I looked forward to having the free time. Passing near a park on my way to a house, I heard a footfall behind me. "Hey dude." I turned around. Behind me there was a dark-haired man with a trim moustache. I'd seen him around. He smiled. "I've spotted you at the Gold Mine. Heading out there?" "No" I said, noticing his piercing blue eyes for the first time. "I'm heading home. Wanna beer?" I said. "Sure."

He smiled at me, and my eyes fell on the chest hairs that barely peeked out over his T-shirt. He obviously worked out, but he was no muscle queen; just very well proportioned. As we headed toward the apartment wordlessly, I got to appraise him some more. Beautiful round ass; a promising bulge in his 501's. "Hold on a sec" he said, stepping into an alley. "I need to piss." The sound of his peeing made my cock stir. I could see his jeans bunched up around his ass, I watched the piss pool up around his boots and soak through the wood fence. I noticed that I was rubbing my ever-hardening crotch. He turned around then, saw my hardon and smiled slightly. Back at the flat, after a few beers and some talking, he smiled at me again. "I noticed you watching me piss back in that alley" he said softly. "You like that?" "Yeah," I said, swallowing. Just the thought stirred my cock again. He put his hand on his bulge.

"That's good, because I have to piss again. Badly." I watched him stroke his massive bulge, feeling mine straining the jeans I had on. "Thing is, I don't want to move. Think this chair can handle it?" Irrelevant question, because I could see the dark spot forming at the end of his bulge. I could see the piss welling up around his crotch, spilling down his thighs, his calfs and into his boots. The piss was glistening as it soaked down his jeans. I had to unbutton my jeans to free my hard cock. It almost hurt throbbing against that tightness. "C'mere. Now." I obediently knelt in front of him. He unbuttoned his wet pants. I could smell the sweet-sour piss on them. His hardening cock was encased in soaked BVDs; I could see it clearly through the translucent material. I put my mouth over his head, sucking the piss out of his briefs, giving his cock a good workout. I stopped for a second to remove my shirt so that I could feel the warm, wet denim against my body as I worked his huge cock. As I licked, gently squeezing the warm, dripping briefs around his balls, he shot his massive wad on my face. "God," he moaned.

I could feel my own bladder straining now. As I stood up, he took my cock in his mouth, gave me a suck, and held it over his T-shirt. "Soak me" he commanded. I released a strong arc of hot piss towards his shirt. It soaked the front of the material and ran down to his crotch, inspiring a new erection. I stood back and arc'd the stream towards his face, soaking his black hair. He flicked his tongue out and caught a few drops in his mouth. I followed down the wet T-shirt and soaked his dick. He turned around and I soaked the jeans around his meaty butt as he started working his cock. "Fuck me, man" he moaned, stripping off his piss soaked 501s, boots and BVDs. I gave his bare ass the last of my piss, and fished out a condom from my jeans. He bent over obediently and I started plunging my hard dick into his ass. There were still drops of piss on his back and I rubbed them into his skin as I plungered his butthole. I could feel my dick throb and I unloaded a huge wad into the latex deep in his butt. I stayed in as he shot his juices, sending an arc of cum onto his wet jeans. He took a shuddering breath and flopped back on the floor, smiling. I smiled back, peeling the sticky latex off my cock. "Gotta go again" he said, grabbing his cock in his hand. "Oh yeah? so do I." He aimed at my stomach, I aimed at his chest hair, as we mutually soaked each other down again, the piss running off each other and into a pool between us. "This is turning out to be a great start to the weekend," I said, making sure I hit his nipple with a strong blast.

The Pickup

I was sitting at a table with a bunch of coworkers watching the folks on the dance floor. Feeling particularly bored, I started looking around the bar. My hopes weren't up very high, since it was a straight bar. I noticed him standing about 10 feet away, dressed in tight jeans, a white shirt open at the neck and black western boots. My eyes travelled up and down his form. He had dark brown hair, about 6 feet tall and I'd guess about 170 pounds. He appeared to be in his mid to late 20's. He had a nice small ass, which the tight jeans clung to nicely.

Just as I thought to myself "Now there's a hot young stud!" He happened to turn and look in my direction. Our eyes met for a few seconds. Since I'd had a few beers I was feeling brave and decided to see how long he'd look. It took him a second or two longer to look away than most straight guys would hold eye contact. After he turned away, I glanced back toward the dance floor and smiled to myself.

Every so often i would glance over in his direction and each time I did, he'd look over at me and then go back to talking to his friend. His friend wasn't bad either, a tall guy with a tight tshirt, jeans, boots and a black western hat. After a while, I decided to go to the bathroom. This meant I had to walk past where he and his friend were standing. I got up and made my way across the bar. As I passed in front of him, I smiled and noticed the tuft of dark chest hair curling up around his open shirt collar.

This guy was definitely hot! On the way back from the bathroom, I took a good look at his eyes. He had beautiful blue eyes! When I got back to the table, my friends were getting ready to leave. I looked at my watch. It was 11:15 and I decided to stay for one more beer. I had the table to myself and sat there sipping a fresh beer. I decided I'd see if he danced with or approached any girls. He just continued to stand there with his friend, watching the dance floor and catching me glancing over every so often.

I finished my beer and decided to head home. I got up from the table and headed for the door. I thought I'd smile and nod as I passed by him, but as I turned to leave, he was gone! Damn, he was hot looking! Just the type of guy I liked. Just my luck too, he was probably straight.

As I stepped outside into the night, I remembered I'd parked along side the building and headed down the sidewalk. As I rounded the corner of the building, I was looking back to see if he was anywhere in sight. Next thing I felt was a pair of hands on my chest and a voice said "Whoa buddy!" I nearly ran right over HIM! Startled, I said, "Oh shit, scuse me" before even realizing who I'd run into.

He laughed and said, "That's ok, looking for someone?" with a grin on his face. I felt myself blushing and muttered a "yeah, sort of." He said, "Hey you don't happen to have jumper cables, do you? My buddy left his lights on and the car won't start. I was just on my way back inside to use the phone." I told him I didn't have any. He said his buddy had to be at work in a few minutes, and if he was late again, he was going to get fired. I asked where he worked and he said about 3 miles from here. I offered to give his buddy a ride to work. He looked at me and said "That'd be really great! Let's go get him."

We got his friend and I led them to my truck. I found out his name was Dave and the guy in the hat was Vince. We got in the truck and Dave sat in the middle between us. I thought "shit, at least I got him in my truck next to me." Dave and Vince were talking while I drove out of the parking lot. I was busy imagining Dave and I parked somewhere with the windows of my truck all steamed up when I realized Dave said to me "Would you mind?" He asked if I'd mind dropping Vince off and taking him back to get Vince's car started. I told him no problem.

We dropped Vince off and headed back to the bar. Dave said he'd call the Auto Club when we got back to the bar. Then he asked if I wanted to have another beer before he called them. I said sure, and asked where he wanted to go. He was looking out the passenger window and said "someplace quiet". I looked over at him. He was still looking out the window and I said "Any suggestions?" He looked straight ahead and after a pause said, "how about your place?". My heart skipped a beat. Did I just hear him correctly? I was doing a mental run thru my apartment to recall what shape I'd left it in that evening. I guess the pause in the conversation was awkwardly long because he looked over at me and asked "is that ok?".

I said "yeah, that's cool." We drove the rest of the way and made some small talk about work, hobbies, etc. He seemed interested in my computers and asked if he could see them. When we got to my place, we walked in and I went into the kitchen and brought back 2 beers. Dave was looking through my rack of CD's and picked one out to play. I smiled at his choice, Trisha Yearwood's Hearts In Armour. He handed it to me and said "I like that "Down On My Knees" song." I smiled and put it in the CD player. I was beginning to think, hey maybe this little stud isn't so straight after all! He looked around the living room and said, "Where's the computers?" I replied "They're in the bedroom". He looked towards the doorway and asked if I'd show him.

I led the way into the bedroom and turned on the pc. As it was booting up, I panicked for a moment because my Windows bitmap was a naked guy with a hardon. I wasn't sure how he'd take that, so as it got closer to finishing booting up, I turned towards him and asked if he was ready for another beer. His eyes were on the screen and I saw them widen and he just stood staring at the monitor. Well, this was the moment of truth. I asked him if he was ok. He stared at the screen and asked "how did you do that?" I turned and looked at the screen. I said "Oh, I was converting some pictures into windows wallpaper for a friend of mine. A program I have does that." Nervously I took a big gulp of my beer and looked at him, smiling. He looked away from the screen and after taking a hit off his beer asked if I had anymore like that.

I said that I did and asked if he wanted to see more. He said "yeah, I've never seen anything like this on a computer!" I brought up a GIF Viewer and showed him how to use the mouse to look at the files. I said I was going to take a piss and get another beer. He asked me to bring him back one. When I passed back thru the living room, "Down On My Knees" was playing and I turned up the volume a little. I got back and stood next to him sitting in my desk chair. He was looking at one of my favorite GIF's and asked where I get these kinds of pictures. I explained about GIF files and how they were made and a little about bulletin boards. He was drinking his second beer as I was talking and handed me the empty can. I asked him if he'd like another and he said "yeah, and what else do you have on this computer?"

I gave him his third beer and showed him a few .FLI files that I have. All male, of course. He was amazed that you could do so much with a computer. I was leaning down showing him how to play the flies and since he wasn't objecting to the male porno I was showing him, I put my hand on his shoulder while we talked and looked at the two guys fucking on my screen. He looked at me and asked how to get back to the still picutres. I showed him how to doi it and he went to a GIF file of a guy sucking on a cock. He said "I've never done that before". Then took a big swallow of beer and continued by saying "but sometimes I think about it". I laughed and after keeping up with his three beers said "I think about it a lot".

I could tell he was nervous. I did a crotch check on him and I could tell his basket had grown and he was probably at least half hard. My hand was still on his shoulder. He was still looking at the GIF of the blowjob and said "What does it taste like?" I replied, "Well, everyone tastes different, it just depends." My voice got lower and I said, "Dave, if you'd like to satisfy a curiosity, I wouldn't mind at all. I think you're very attractive." He turned the chair around and faced me. His face was level with my crotch. It was obivious I had a hardon in my jeans. He stared at it and finally looked up at me. "Take it out and let me see it", he finally said. "Why don't you take it out for me, unbutton my jeans.", I said.

He reached up and undid my top button, then the second and third ones. I untucked my shirt and pulled it up out of the way. "Go on, Dave. One last button". He tugged at the last button and his hands brushed against the outline of my hard cock still inside my briefs and jeans. "Now pull the jeans down, Dave". He tugged my jeans down to my knees. I could tell he was rock- hard in his own jeans now, but I didn't want to interrupt him from undressing me. He followed each command and waited for the next one. "Now, take your hand and feel my cock inside my briefs." He reached up and cupped his hand over the bulge in my BVD's. My cock was pointing to the left, alongside my hip, hard as a rock. His fingers followed the shaft from the base to the head. When his fingers reached the wet spot at the head, he stopped and then his fingers went to the waistband. I thought he was going to pull them down, but instead he slipped his fingers inside and started playing with the head of my cock, which was leaking precum like crazy.

I was rubbing my one hand over his shoulder and neck and when I looked down at his crotch, his other hand was rubbing his hard cock through his jeans. "Why don't you take my cock out, Dave? It's really cramped in my briefs." He pulled the waistband away from my body and as he tugged them down with one hand, my cock spilled out over the top and pointed straight at him. He took it in his hand without being told to. His other hand left his crotch and pulled my underwear the rest of the way down, then went back to rubbing his hard cock. I said, "Why don't you take yours out and give it some room too?" With his hand still on my cock, lightly stroking the shaft and driving me crazy he replied, " Wouldn't you rather take it out for me?"

I reached down and pulled him out of the chair to a standing position. He still had a grip on my cock as I unbuckled his belt and undid his jeans. I was just about to push his jeans down when he said "If you touch it, I'm gonna come" and with that he knelt down in front of me. He took my hard, throbbing cock to his lips and started to run his tongue along the shaft. He stopped and said, "you have to tell me what to do." I said "Just do what you like to have done to yourself, what feels good when you get a blowjob."

With that, he took the head of my cock into his mouth and began to swirl his tongue around it. Suddenly, the room got very warm and my knees got weak. I pulled him over and I sat on the edge of the bed. He again knelt in front of me and asked if he was doing it right. I told him he was doing just great, and to keep it up. He tried taking the shaft into his throat and began to gag. I eased it back out of his throat and told him to take his time and relax. Don't try to swallow the whole thing, take it a little at a time.

He followed my instructions and soon was getting most of my shaft down his throat on the downstroke. His head was bobbing up and down over my crotch and I leaned forward and looked down. He had his cock out and was stroking quite a nice piece of meat. I could see the precum oozing from the head and over his fingers. He was beginning to breathe heavily. I knew he was going to come soon. I asked him if he was ready to taste cum. He looked up at me and shook his head yes.

I told him to stand up. He stood up and I leaned forward and took his cock in my mouth. He started moaning and bucking his hips. I reached up under his shirt and started playing with his nipples. Both we hard and pointing straight out. He started to gasp and said "oh man, I'm gonna....cum" I took his cock out of my mouth and said "Shoot your load all over my cock, Dave!" He started stroking his cock while i rubbed my finger against his sweaty asshole. That pushed him right over the edge and he shot a huge, hot load. Most of it landed on my cock and balls. The first shot was so strong that it blasted me in the chest. He was standing in front of me, stroking the last few drops of cum off the end of his cock. He looked so hot, I decided to give him what I knew he secretly wanted, to taste cum!

I ordered him back on his knees. He knelt in front of me and I grabbed the back of his head. I said "Ok you little stud, it's time for you to taste some cum....your own!" and I drove my cock, covered with his own cum into his mouth. He started to protest, but with his mouth full of my throbbing cock, whatever he was saying only came out mumbled. After a few seconds, the protests stopped and he began sucking my cock harder and faster. His eyes were closed and he was playing with his cock again, which looked like it was getting hard again.

My fingers were tangled up in his hair and I was driving my cock in and out of his hot mouth. I moaned at him to tighten up his cheeks and suck harder. He did, and the sight of him kneeling in front of me, bobbing up and down on my cock, spit and cum leaking from the corners of his mouth was enough to put me over the edge. I pulled my cock out of his mouth and told him to stand up. I stood in front of him and wrapped my arm around him. My fist was flying over my cock and my intent was to hold him against me while I came all over his cock. When i pulled him against me, the little fucker locked his lips on mine and started kissing me!

That did it, I let loose with the first shot of cum and had to hang onto his shoulders as I finished cumming all over his cock and stomach. I broke the kiss gasping for air and sweating like mad. I looked down to find him stroking his cum covered cock. He pushed down on my shoulders and sat me back down on the edge of the bed. "Turn about is fair play" he said as he drove his cock into my mouth. My cum was still hot and I could taste the thickness of it as he pumped his meat in and out of my mouth. I started to deep-throat him and again my hand found it's way to his sweaty asscrack.

This time, my finger found the right spot and I slowly started shoving my finger up inside his tight asshole. This got him up on his toes and he was trying to reach behind himself and dislodge my finger. I grabbed his arm and held it as I swallowed his cock all the way to his pubic hairs and my finger eased in up to the second knuckle. He was moaning and screamed "Oh god, I'm gonna cum again!" I took his cock out of my mouth and started stroking it with my left hand while my right hand still had it's middle finger buried in his ass. I could feel his ass start to spasm around my finger and I knew his cum was about to blow. I aimed his cock at my chest and hehe started saying "Oh yeah...oh yeah...here it....cumsssssss" and i felt the hot jism start pelting my chest. It was a smaller, but just as thick load as the first one. I slowly slid my finger out of his ass and he stood there shaking as his breathing returned to normal.

We got cleaned up and he called the Auto Club from my apartment. I gave him my phone number and said if he wanted to meet again to give me a call. He said he was thinking about buying a computer and asked if I would set up some files on his like I had on mine. I told him I'd be happy to. I drove him back to his friends car and told him to give me a call soon. I'm hoping he does! The End

The Cannery

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A BBS Tale

A good many years ago, I was assigned by my boss to look into computer bulletin board systems. We were bidding on a contract that required us to put a BBS into place, and none of had any experience with such things. So with my boss's blessing, I sat down to my computer and decided to begin exploring what the BBS board world had to offer. The local computer handout mag had a pretty complete listing of numbers in the back. After trying a few pretty ordinary boards, I began to notice the numbers of some all-gay boards. Remember they told me I should do it! So I began to sign onto several of these... The basic rule of BBSing, I've figured out later, is marketing. How do you present yourself in cyberspace so that you'll appeal to those you want. A pretty good rule, I've found is that most people subtract five years and ten pounds, and add two inches...but I was new then, and I was honest. Not that I had anything to be ashamed of. In my mid-thirties, I had the taut muscles and the blond hair that came with swimming a mile every day, and a solid seven and a half inches when I was interested.

If I could be honest, why couldn't everyone else...? Well, as you may imagine, I had a couple of Dates from Hell the first times out on the board. How could someone who sounded so neat and sexy on the screen turn out to be this old troll, lurching toward me in the bar where we'd agreed to meet? Or this total nerd complete with pocket protector, with the little drool while we talked and I looked around for the exit? Anyway, after a couple of these, I was getting a bit skeptical. About this point, my boss told me that I had to make a quick trip to Los Angeles. I'd found a board in LA that at least sounded like it had some pretty hot guys on it, though I was developing a bit of healthy skepticism about self-advertising. As I signed on the night before I was to leave for LA, I was hoping...but not seriously expecting. Right away I found myself paged by someone called CHIPPER. The name intrigued me, since as a kid I'd had a friend by that name with whom I got introduced to the tender pleasures of adolescent cock sucking. Obviously different, but I did have a sore spot for the name...and this one sounded real hot.

His description identified him as 5'11, 160, blond...and 8 inches! Size isn't everything with me...but like for most of us if we're honest, it damn well doesn't hurt! Anyway, I answered him and we got to chatting. We shared some of our previous experiences...and eventually got down to what we both liked. Turned out that we were real compatible...basically, there wasn't much of anything we DIDN'T like...The upshot was that we made a date for a couple of nights off. He'd come by my hotel and we'd take it from there. The trip was easy and the day's work went by pretty fast...of course, by the end of the day, I was so anticipating the evening that it was lucky I was wearing dark pants...the moist spot would have been a dead giveaway in khakis! Back at the hotel, I stripped down, showered, douched out, and pulled on a tight white T-shirt and a pair of white gym shorts. I figured that if we went out, I'd be OK in sunny LA...and if not, it'd come off easy. The knock on the door came about five minutes early. I set down the drink I'd been working on and opened up. My God, this certainly made up for all the previous trolls! He was just as advertised, and more...tight muscles under his tank top, curly blond hair, tanned and smiling face, firm thighs with a fine cover of blond hair over the smoothest-looking skin I'd seen in ages...and the tell-tale bulge in his spandex shorts that told me he'd had a long day of anticipation as well... "Come in," I said. His smile widened, and he heaved a sigh of relief as he walked in. "God'" he said, "I hoped you were real - - and you certainly are!" His eyes traveled up and down my body, and I felt the familiar tightness in my groin that told me he was striking a nerve.

We both laughed, and stood a minute eyeing each other. "A drink?" I offered? "Sure," he replied, and I poured him a bourbon on the rocks as I freshened mine. Already off to a good start...a common taste for good bourbon. Could a taste for good cum be far behind? We talked idly for a bit about the city, the weather, work things...but we could both feel that the tension build between us, and we savored what was coming. I stood up, walked behind his chair. His eyes followed me, and as I passed behind him, his head tilted backwards and his shock of wavy hair fell back. I bent forward and our lips met...tentatively at first, then, with what seemed a great rush, we opened to each other. Our tongues met, entwined, pushed past each other...inhaling the sweetness of his breath and feeling his tongue reach around for the secret places in my mouth left me suddenly loose and relaxed. My hands went into his tank top and found his tits, already enlarged and almost vibrating. I ran my palms over them gently, then as he shivered slightly, I took them between thumb and forefinger, and began to squeeze and roll them back and forth...he let out a little extra sigh, leaned back against me further, and inhaled my tongue even deeper. Suddenly he reached back, and his hand grabbed my arm.

I found myself pulled around and swung into his lap as he sat there. His strong arms went around me and pulled me to his chest. With one swift yank he'd torn off my shirt (well, it was a LITTLE torn earlier...) and his mouth found my left tit. His teeth began to bite in, and I squirmed in his arms...but I certainly wasn't going anywhere, not with him holding me like that...and the pleasure that came with the pain rose up and blotted out anything else. A soft roaring filled my ears, and I realized that I was arching back to give him full access... Quickly he stood, and with a movement worthy of a dancer twisted me around and full length across the bed. Lying on my back, I was very much aware of how my shorts were tenting up...and the Lycra left little of him to the imagination either. Pulling off his shirt, he straddled me on the bed. His hands began to move up and down my chest, now pulling at my tits, now sliding down toward my navel and into the waist of my shorts. Well, he'd surprised me enough...now was his turn. Levering my body up, I tilted him back onto his...and the tables were turned. Now I slipped down and began to work his cock with my lips and teeth through the hardly confining spandex. He groaned slightly, and arched his back up to press his hardness into my eager mouth.

A few minutes of this was all I could take...a quick tug on his waistband and his full eight inches popped free, throbbing after its confinement in the now-wet spandex. A moment to appreciate its visual qualities...now it was taste that mattered! Opening wide, I took him in, running my tongue up and down his shaft and around the tightly engorged cockhead as my lips opened to take him into my throat. Down, down...was this cock never going to reach bottom? As my lips buried themselves in his tightly curled blond bush, I realized that for the first time ever, I'd taken the full length of the biggest dick I'd ever had in my hands...Goddamn, I muttered to myself through the thick meat I was swallowing, goddamn, goddamn Now he was grabbing the back of my head and pulling me up and down his length...frantically I tongued him as the first drops of pre-cum began to ooze out...the salty sweetness drove me nearly wild, and I bucked up and down his cock making little oohing noises. Suddenly I was flipped back on my back again, he was face-fucking me hard and fast...I opened up and let him call the shots now. I could feel him tensing... But he wasn't ready to take it too far, too fast...He slipped down, and with one smooth motion had my shorts off and his mouth firmly around my throbbing cock. I can't imagine ever being so hard in my life! And he was GOOD! Little up and down motions, great tongue action, now suction, now release...I was flying to the goddamn MOON!

Now I had his full attention...my hips started to move up and down, thrusting in and out in time with his bobbing head. Gradually, we both slowed, sensing together what was coming...his dick, now shiny with spit and pre-cum, bounced against his tight belly, as he reached back for my ankles and swiftly lifted them up onto his shoulders. I felt his fingers, now slicked with the lube I'd carefully positioned on the night stand, begin to reach for my waiting ass. Arching back to give his full access, I waited for him... Now I felt his cockhead begin to tease my hole. Moving a little in, then out, till I thought I'd die! Bucking up, I felt him get the knob through the tight muscle ring...the familiar warmth began to spread up through my guts as I felt him slide with one long smooth stroke into my hole...I bore down, and heard his momentary gasp as my ass clasped his full length like an internal hand, pulling him into me... Now he set up a pattern of strokes -- short, long, short, long. As he fucked my butt, one hand worked my tits, the other wrapped firmly around my ball-sack and pulled and worked them with a steady motion. My dick bounced against my belly, back and forth...now I felt him pick up the pace, his breathing shallower and faster, his head thrown back, mouth open...with a final mighty deep lunge, he screamed as I felt his warm cum erupt into my bowels. I arched my back up to take his full length as he thrust again and again as hard as he could against my ass...then more slowly, as he slumped back on the bed, pulling me forward to lie against him...

A moment's rest...then it was my turn! As he turned onto his stomach raising his gorgeous tanned ass muscles up to me, I parted his legs and got a good look as his puckered red hole. I bent forward and ran my tongue around it, then with little short jabs I began to penetrate the muscle, feeling his tightness against my tongue... Enough preliminaries...a splash of the waiting lube, and I positioned my dick at his gate. No fancy stuff now...I was too hot and ready, and so was he! A quick plunge and I was buried to the hilt in his canal, so hot and wet and firm around me. I rode him as hard as I could, and he took it all and more, bucking his ass up to pull me in, then almost expelling me on the out stroke. I felt the tension building in my balls and the base of my dick, and I knew that I was ready. Falling forward, I reached around him, and pulled his chest firmly against me...As we came together full length all along our bodies, my legs hooked into his, feeling him every inch along each other, I poured myself into him in floods...he clamped down on my cock, milking out the last drops that fell forward as I pulled back and dropped to the bed beside him... Later, after a great dinner and another full go-around, I saw him to the door...flopping back on the bed and pouring myself a nightcap, I suddenly became aware that all through this scene, the curtains of my hotel room had been open...and there, across the courtyard, in the room facing there was a guy standing at his window, looking across at me...and putting down his binoculars on the table.