Wednesday, October 31, 2007

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?"

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