Sex and Moonlight

There is an amazing bookstore on Santa Monica Boulevard, Book Circus. It's open 24 hours a day, and is about 2/3 literature (or more literary books) and 1/3 hard-core pornography. Two of my favourite flavors. I remember going there once in the early '80s, something around 3am, when I had just finished Nabokov's "Pale Fire", and was dying for everything else by him. (He's still one of my favourite writers.) I was looking at "Ada", "King, Queen Knave", and some others, when I noticed a man staring intensely at me.

He seemed to be in his 50's, handsome grey hair, beautiful neat & trim curly beard, frumpy flannel shirt and cordurouy trousers, loafers. He had a bit of a belly, but had tremendously broad shoulders, strikingly so, especially for his height. I looked at him for a moment, then looked away, then looked up again to see him staring at me. He walked over, and picked up "Ada", and smiling at me, pointed to a passage he "Thought I might like". It was about a man with a beautiful "eagle of hair" across his chest.

Nabokov has always been strangely ambiguous to me sexually, in his writing, no matter how heterosexual it was. I agreed the image was nice, and he grinned. He picked up a copy of Germaine Greer, and showed me a passage on Classical Abyssinian male beard grooming, and I couldn't resist asking "who are you?" He said that he was a professor, that it "didn't matter, but would I like to come home with him for a while?" I found him strangely attractive, with his combination of Milquetoast looks and broad shoulders, and his deep voice. His hand on my shoulder was enormous, veiny, with broad nails - I felt as though I could almost put both mine in it. He steered me away from the stacks, and we went out to his car. I could leave mine around the corner. The car smelled of pipe tobacco and whisky, not unpleasant - it was an old Mercedes, and he told me we were heading up Laurel Canyon.

We went through a dark maze of roads, up and up, and talking all the while, I was getting terribly excited by the whole thing, talking about books and men, beards and what kinds of hair patterns there were - it was as though we had known each other for years. We arrived near the end of a strange, windy road, where hidden in ivy was a classic kooky California architecture house, I was reminded that was a "Richard Neutra." We went inside, and I was struck by how beautiful and completely messy it was, mountains of books and papers, bluebooks from exams from some class, a sunken living room, a glass wall with moonlight streaming in. My friend steered me towards a leather couch, and poured me a glass of whiskey, which I had never had before. We clinked glasses, and I sipped a bit, coughing terribly. He grinned, and put his huge hand on my back and rubbed a bit.

I closed my eyes, feeling the burning in my throat, and he suddenly got up and turned on the stereo, and turned off the lights. I immediately recognized the music, "Pavilion of Dreams" by Harold Budd, and he was surprised I knew it. We cuddled against each other, and as I sank deeper into his arms, I felt it. His hands were around my chest, and I could smell his body, the pipe, and could feel what seemed like a vacuum cleaner hose between my shoulder blades. It was getting harder, and I wriggled a bit in his arms, feeling it unfold , and hugging him closer, I bit his thumb gently, tasting some tobacco.

"I hope you don't get scared easily…" He said, and I pulled myself away, wide-eyed innocent, and asked, "why?" "I'm not that small in some places." The moonlight shone across us like a soft white light, and he unbuttoned his shirt slowly. A thick forest of curly grey fur was uncovered, "I know you like fur, doncha sport!" he grinned, and pulled his shirt out of his pants, arching his back slightly. His belly was also covered with the same thick fur, and he pulled me back into his arms, where we whispered to each other, my face rubbing into the matted tangle. I felt it again, and licking one finger, slipped it under the waistband of his trousers. I touched what seemed like a slimy lightbulb, and he gently sighed.

He pulled me up, and standing up himself, his shirt wrinkled messlily about him, he started to take off his trousers, but I stopped him. In the moonlight, I undid the buttons, and the zipper, and slowly pulled them down. He was wearing boxer shorts, which immediately tented out grotesquely. I hoped he wasn't deformed, as he stepped out of his trousers, and took my hand in his, and pulled me up beside the glass wall. "My turn." He said. He took my shirt off, and gasped at my body, absolutely white and marble-like in the light, a light dusting of blond hair over my chest and sculptured muscles. He turned me around, and taking off my bluejeans, letting them slide slowly and sensually over my ass, the twin cheeks of which he ticked with his fingers and beard, then turned me around again, where I could see his shorts stained with a growing wet spot. I took hold of the top band, my fingers resting in his thick body hair, and slowly pulled them down. A python-thick shaft was gradually exposed, which didn't seem to end until more than halfway down his leg, where it was crowned by a wine-goblet thick head.

All of this elephantine-cock was nested in thick brown-grey curls which, while shaggy on his belly and legs, were so dense in his crotch I couldn't even see skin at all. "It's pretty big," he sighed, "and usually it's just a turn-off". "Not for me!" I said, my eyes eating it all in. I took hold of the head with one hand, and slowly stroked the shaft with the other, down to the base of what had to be more than a foot long, and as big around as my wrist. The base was as hairy as a scrub-brush, and he shuddered as I squeezed my hand against his belly, only able to get halfway around the circumference. His balls were also extraordinary, and were visibly twisting in their sac with lust as he looked down on me.

He took my hand again, and we both sat down on the wooden floor, he sitting with his legs straight out, nice fat hairy belly, beard and enormous rod like some sort of Bacchan satyr, and me with that strange, pale body. I kneeled and licked the head, which by opening my jaws to the maximum, I could get a bit in, and then licked and polished the shaft, but very slowly. "Lightly, slowly" he sighed, leaning back on his hands. He sighed and took a deep breath, and he base of his belly touched the shaft. He then leaned forward, and took my cock, which though 8", was no comparison to him. He took it in his mouth, his beard against my crotch, and I was faced with him, and by squeezing and breathing in rhythm, I found I could get the head in my mouth, and partway into my throat.

It was huge, but could be squeezed, and as I felt it relax slightly and then slide into my throat, and deeper into me, deeper than I'd ever felt, I was seized by the excitement, and immediately shot wads of cum into his mouth - he groaned immediately, but swallowed and sucked out every bit of my spunk. I had to pull his rod out, and gasped, and he laughed! I apologised for "coming so soon, but it was just so exiting!" He was surprised I could even swallow his cock, and then hugged me against him, were we kissed deeply, and I could even taste a bit of my come. He picked me up and set me in his lap, where I felt his cock, still hard, and my own cock bounced up again into the hair on his chest.

We continued kissing for some minutes, while his arms gradually drifted down my back to my ass, playing with it and stretching it with his thick fingers. I knew what was going to happen, which only made me itchy from excitement. A moment later, he got up and returned with a bottle of oil, and sitting back down again cross-legged, he squirted all over his cock, then leaning back again on his elbows he let me stroke his cock and oil it up, and play with his asshole. I stood up, and oiling my own open asshole, I gradually crouched down on his cock. At first, it was like a joke, like sitting on a wooden rod, but with excruciating pain the head suddenly popped into my asshole, and I cried out loud. I bit my lip, and he stroked my thighs, and then as I finally got used to the sensation, and a wave of voluptuous lust shuddered through me, I then was able to crouch down a bit more.

Finally I was on my knees, with most of the cock in me, his fat belly between my legs, and my hands buried in his hairy chest. He then wriggled his groin, and I felt his cockhead meet another obstacle deep inside me, and I realized it was going to be a bit harder to get it in to the bristles. I waited patiently, squeezing and clutching at his cock with my ass muscles while he sucked my tits, groaning with the pressure I put on his shaft, then just as suddenly as before, I felt myself open up completely, and I slid down the shaft until I could feel his balls against my tender asshole.

The bristly hairs of his shaft were deep inside me, and with triumph, I reached around, and squeezing until he yelled, I was able to force both of his huge balls into what was now an absolutely wide-open fuckhole. His face was a mask of surprise, and then as I gradually bounced up and down, each stroke milking not only his shaft but also his huge balls, squeezed to almost pain, I could see beads of sweat trickle down his forehead in the moonlight. We bounced and fucked against each other for what seemed like hours, and without cumming, we would stop and restart on the couch, me kneeling over the couch while he plowed my asshole like a dog from behind, or out on the patio in the chilly air while I shoved his balls in again, this time facing him. I don't think I've ever been so thoroughly fucked, or cum before as I did that evening, at least 3-4 times without even touching myself, but I was young.

Finally, when I was on my back and facing his huge dog-hairy body over me and his cockshaft buried deep in my asshole, I could see he was going to come, and I reached around for his balls again, and with a mean, hard slam he sped up incredibly, and then pulled out quickly shooting a violent fountain of sperm all over my already spermy belly. He squeezed the head, hard, with both hands, and holding the shaft while he shook from the excitement, I jerked myself off again looking at the lurid scene in the moonlight, and just as I shot, holding onto his gargantuan shaft, he started cumming again, to my surprise, a second time, not as much but still with more than a couple of spurts.

He grimaced, and became rigid, and then slowly with one hand felt my asshole, and I squeezed as hard as I could around three of his fingers which plunged in, roughly. He then shot a last small load on my belly, frantically, and slumped back, his cock lying wetly against the wooden floor. I crawled over him, and lay against his stinking sweat-covered body, and drifted off to sleep, the smell of dusty books and sperm in my nose. It wasn't all sun & surf, in LA.

Another Night at the Movies

This is an account of what happened about three weeks ago at my favorite movie house. I showed up about 9:00 pm and paid my seven dollars to get in. I can't remember what movies were playing, it didn't matter, I wasn't really there for the films. I really love going there, it's totally dark and very sleazy. I'm surprised it hasn't been shut down by now, but as long as it's open, I'll have to keep going. Actually, it's not that I love going there, it's more like I have to go. You see, I hopelessly addicted to sucking strange men's cocks. I've tried to stop, but I always end up going back.

Anyway, I went in the theater and found a seat near the back. It's darkest back there and the most amazing things go on back there. There were only about 10 other guys in the place, so I pretty much had my choice of seats. I settled in and pulled my trusty bottle of Tequila out of my pocket. I always have to get pretty tanked up when I go there, I guess it releases my inhibitions. I took a deep swig and sat back to enjoy the movie. After just a few minutes, I unzipped my pants and started playing with myself. After a few more pulls off the bottle, I leaned back and made myself a little more comfortable and continued stroking. This also gave anyone who wanted a fairly good look at what I was doing. I'd see the occasional face checking me out, but no real moves were made towards me.

The booze was taking effect, and I had to head down to the john and releive myself. I headed down the dark walkway to the men's room (the only room from what I can tell). In this bathroom, the toilet is in a different room from the urinal, with a full length door and lock. The inside of the room is painted black and there's pretty good lighting. This is where I do some of my best work. No matter what, I've never used the urinal. Sometimes there are 4 or 5 guys standing outside the bathroom, waiting for the stall, and checking each other out. Quite often, most of the guys have their pants unzipped, giving just a little peek. Well, no one was down there when I went in, so I just started releiving myself. I hadn't closed the door all the way, and could sense that it was opening behind me. I glanced around and an older guy, probably in his sixties, gave me a look like "Is it OK to come In?" I smiled and he stepped in and locked the door. I turned around and he already had his hard cock sticking out of his pants. What could I do? I dropped to my knees and slid my tongue over the head of his cock. Now this is what I had come for! He moaned as I plunged my mouth down over him, taking his full 6 inches. He wasn't as long as I like (the bigger the better I say), but he was nice and thick, and he tasted clean. There's nothing worse than starting to go down on someone and having to pull back because he smells. He ran his fingers through my hair as I bobbed my mouth on his cock. Sooner than I'd like, I felt him start to spasm, which is my cue to pull out and start jerking. Back in the old days, I used to let them cum in my mouth, but not anymore. It's fun and exciting, but not worth dying for. His hot, gooey cum spurted all over my face and he buttoned up and left after leaning down and whipering "Thanks".

One down, how many more to go? I wiped my face off, composed my self, and headed back out into the dark theater.

Towards the back of the room, I saw a couple of shadows that were sitting pretty close to each other. I found a spot that gave me a good view of them and saw that they were both jerking off and staring at each other. I couldn't let them have all the fun, so I joined them, trying to match their rhythms with my own. Pretty soon, they moved towards each other and one of them leaned down into the other's lap. While this was going on, a tall guy with a beard sat down right beside me and rubbed his hand over my cock. I looked at him, smiled and leaned back. We sat there for a while jerking each other off, when the urge to leak hit me again. I told him I had to go to the bathroom, and that he should follow me down there. Within minutes, I was on my knees again, with a nice long cock pushing it's way into my throat.

To my surprise, the guy I was servicing reached over and opened the door a little, just enough to give anyone coming in a quick view of my head bobbing back and forth. I figured what the hell and went back to what I was doing. A few seconds later, I glanced at the crack in the door and saw someone peering in, rubbing the crotch of his pants. I was already caught, so I figured I'd give him a little show. I loooked him directly in the eye and ran my tongue along the entire shaft of this big hard cock I was sucking. That was all it took for him to push the door open and step inside. I continued licking this big dick as he fumbled with his pants. His cock sprang out, and there I was, on my knees, with two nice big dicks pointing at my face. I continued to lick as I reached out and started jerking him off. I guess the guy I was sucking off was really excited about what I was doing, as I barely had time to pull him out before he started shooting all over me. The guy I was jerking off immediately grabbed my head and pushed his dick into my mouth. I hadn't even wiped the other guys cum off my face and shirt. He pounded away at my mouth and tried to hold my head in place so he could cum in my mouth. I pulled back and his load got me right in the eye. I was a mess, and to be honest, I loved it! They both left the stall, leaving me on my knees and wiping up. I sucked off 3 or 4 other guys that night, but two at a time was the highlight of the evening. I think I'll go back tonight. Stay tuned!

First Time Fun

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Hot Chocolate

I answered an add in a underground type newspaper. It was from a guy looking for submissive guys. He said he welcomed guys who were new to the scene. I got turned on and decided to check it out. I called him and he invited me over that day. I went over to his house to meet him.

We talked for a little while and he asked me all sorts of questions about my experiences and desires. I told him that I liked to suck cock and that I liked to take cum shots in my mouth. He asked about my undressing him and I said that would be a turn on. Then he said "well what about getting peed on?" I told him that would be a big turn on. So then we started playing. He told me to undress while he watched me. I stripped off my shirt and then my shoes and socks. I undid my pants and pulled them down. I had on red nylon briefs. He told me to leave those on. I stepped out of my pants and started to play with myself as he ordered.

Then he stood and told me to strip him. I did as he asked. I took off his shirt and opened his pants. He pushed me down to my knees and I pulled down his pants. He pulled my head into his crotch and I kissed his cock through his briefs. Then he saw that I was playing with my cock and he said he would fix that. He tied my hands behind me with a leather belt thing. I had a hell of a hard on. He then took off his briefs and gave me his stiff cock to suck. I sucked him real good. I licked his cock and his balls. Then he led me into the bathroom.

He took my briefs off and sat me on the toilet with the seat up. It was cold. Then he knelt before me and put his cock close to my belly. Soon he started peeing on me. Man was it hot piss. He soaked my pubic hair, my cock and my balls real good. Then he stood and told me there was still a little left and stuck his dick back in my mouth. He gave me a couple squirts of pee in my mouth.

He then led me to his bedroom and laid me on the bed on my back. The leather made it uncomfortable. He stood by the side of the bed and stuck his cock deep in my mouth and started fucking my mouth real hard. It was a little scary and uncomfortable but I let him continue without bitching. Then he laid on the bed and pulled my face into his crotch and told me to make him cum by sucking his cock. I did just as he ordered. I gave him a hell of a blow job. He rewarded my actions by shooting a big load in my mouth. I swallowed every drop. When he was all done he untied my hands and told me to start jacking off but not to cum until he returned.

He went and got us each a mug of hot chocolate. He told me to shoot my load into my cup and flavor it. Just the thought of that made me start shooting. I dumped a hell of a big load into the mug. Then we sat there and drank our hot chocolate.

The Locksmith

It was a summer with record heat waves, and my old air conditioner finally had given out. I had been able to get another one delivered Saturday, so since I had to be home waiting I decided to get a second lock put on my apartment door as I had been thinking of for years.

The AC came about 11 am. First I took out the old unit, a bulky old thing that weighed a ton. Each year it's a struggle to drag it across the floor from the closet and hoist it up to the window. Now I got it out of the window and onto the floor, just narrowly missing crushing my foot. I got the new unit out of the carton and began the preparation to put it in the window. It was already 95 degrees and I was sweating bullets. The tank top that I was wearing was sticking to my body and the brief cotton gymshorts I had on felt like they were made out of wool.

Just then the downstairs bell rang and I went down to answer it, since my building doesn't have a buzz-back system. Through the front door glass I could see that it was the locksmith. I opened the door and said, "Hi." "How you doing?" he answered with a smile. This guy was quite a hunk. He was 5'9", in his early thirties, with sandy colored hair that reached down to the collar of his workshirt. He had a thick mustache and stubble on the rest of his face that showed that he hadn't shaved that morning. His eyes were grey with flecks of green around the pupils. I stood aside to let him in and started eyeing his body. He was really built. Broad shoulders flared out from his thick neck. The top three buttons of his shirt were open and thick brown hair cascaded out from the gap, showing a nice cleft of firm pecs. The sleeves of the shirt were rolled up and tight around his big arms. He was holding a large metal toolbox and the triceps of that arm were in relief, showing a nice horseshoe. He had a flat stomach that gave him a wide V-shape when combined with the thick lats and shoulders.

"It's the apartment at the top of the stairs," I said. I followed him up the stairs, watching his round butt in his tight jeans as we went up. Once inside I told him what work I wanted done and went back to the AC. "That looks like a good idea," he said as he saw what I was doing. "This is one hell of a hot summer." It was incredibly hot and humid in the apartment by now. At one point I had to disconnect the ground from a small screw on the unit, but it was in an awkward spot and I couldn't get it to budge. Finally I asked the locksmith if he had any needlenose pliers. "Sure, here you go," he answered. I quickly got the screw off and thanked him. "A job is easy if you have the right tools," he said with a smile, showing me a sexy mouth of white, straight teeth.

I finished setting up the casing and was ready to put the unit itself in the window at the same time that he finished his work. I bent down and picked the unit off the floor. It was lighter than the old one but still weighed a lot! I was just able to maneuver it in and stood back with a loud "Phew." I turned it on and cool air started coming out. I closed the windows, then stopped and looked at the old unit sitting there. I wish I had thought to ask the deliveryman to take it down on the handtruck he had used to lug the new one up the stairs. The locksmith seemed to be reading my mind when he asked, "Do you want some help getting rid of that old one?" "I'd sure appreciate that," I said. I got ready to take one end, but he got a little in the way and picked it up by himself. He headed for the door, walking like he was carrying a 20 pound bag of potatoes. "Don't you need help?" I asked. I was impressed by this display of strength, but I didn't want him to think that I expected him to do it alone. "No, that's OK," he replied and headed down the stairs. I chased after him. "Let me open the front door." "I'm fine," he said, and shifted the AC a little so that he was able to hold it under one arm, freeing the other to open the door. I watched from the top of the stairs as he went down the front steps, the heavy unit that I could barely lift still tucked under one arm. My cock was starting to stir in my shorts. This guy was quite a bruiser. He left the unit by the curb and came back up the steps.

"Thanks a lot," I said. "I would have had quite a time getting it down myself."

"No problem," he replied, smiling that great smile again. "That's one of the many fringe benefits of working out."

We went back upstairs so he could collect his tools and I could pay him for the work. "How about some cold water?" I asked. He said OK and walked over to the AC which was now pumping out cold air. The back and armpits of his shirt were soaked with sweat and he stood in front of the AC and sighed, "Aaaah." I got a bottle of water out of the fridge and poured two glasses. He had started to unbutton his shirt and pulled it open, letting the cold air blast him. He then completely took it off. I watched as he stretched his arms over his head, then slowly brought them down to his sides. The muscles in his back rippled as he did this, and the deltoid heads bunched up, then relaxed. He held his hands together as he stretched his arms behind his backed and once again the horeshoes in his triceps burst forth. He turned around as I approached and I looked straight at his deep manly chest which was covered in hair the same sandy brown as on his head.

"Here you go," I said as I handed him the glass. Then feeling like I had nothing to loose, I said, "It looks like another fringe benefit of working out is a great body." If he took it the wrong way, I'd just say that I had been working out for a while myself and hoped to get bigger, not that I was likely to be gung-ho enough to get nearly that big.

He saw that I was staring at him. "Yep, it sure is great to have muscles. You get a lot of attention," he said, looking me straight in the eye. "Look at this baby, just 19 inches around," and he flexed his right arm. The biceps were thick, full, and looked very dense. I stood stockstill, not wanting to hope too much, but believing that this was my luck day. "Yeah, I thought you'd be impressed," he said. I nodded, not taking my eyes off the beefy arm as he flexed twice more, the biceps jumping up each time he brought the forearm toward his shoulder. "Go ahead, feel how hard it is. I know that you want to." I slowly put my hand on the massive muscle, lightly at first, then moving my hand around it, pressing harder.

"Yeah, I knew you wanted to know how it felt. How do you like it?" "Man, it feels as great as it looks," I said, still mesmerized by his arm. He started rotating his fist around so that the muscles in his forearms twitched and rolled. I traced along the veins with my fingertips, feeling the soft hairs on top of the brawny muscle.

"What about this big chest? You like that too?" He said as he flexed the broad mounds of his pecs. "Yeah." "What, I can't hear you. You like this big man's chest or don't you? Tell me!" he shouted. "Yeah, yeah, those rugged pecs have got me hot," I cried. "Let me feel them." I had both hands on them now, and they were as hard as his muscular arms were. "Yeah, big fucking chest from lifting heavy weights," he growled. "You want to be a big man you got to work for it. Most can't hack it." "You are a big man, strong and beautiful," I said, running my hands over his chest and shoulders. "Flex those hard-earned muscles for me, please, please." "Yeah, you want a musclestud to show off for you, don't you. Well, now here's a treat for you." With that he stepped back a little and started flexing. He brought both arms up in a double biceps pose, two massive arms with a freaky peak on each biceps. He put his hands at his sides and let his lats spread out, thick and wide. "You like this?" he asked as he turned around, showing the broad back and lats. "Flex for me big man," I begged. "I want to see your big hard body!" He brought the big arms up again and I thrilled to a double biceps pose from the rear. His back and traps were well defined and packed with muscle.

He turned back and looked at me. My cock was hard now, and had pushed out through one of the leg holes of my underwear. The tip of the head was sticking out from the bottom of the cotton gym shorts that I had on. "Hey, that looks hot," the big man said when he saw it. "My tool is getting hard too. I get turned on when I show myself off for someone." He unzipped his jeans, then stepped out of them. His thighs were large and well-defined. He flexed one leg so that the quad muscles separated out beneath a coating of that same brown hair. His calves were large and in proportion to the rest of his body. It was obvious that he worked out to look great all over; not content to have spindly legs like some guys who only work out their torsos.

His cock was stretching the fabric of his briefs. There was a wetspot by the head where pre-cum had started leaking out. "Come here," he said, and I obeyed. He pulled the tank top over my head. "Not bad," he said, which coming from such a hunk I took as a major compliment. He pulled down on my shorts and underwear, letting my erection stick straight out. "Nice," he said, fingering my cock with the fingers of one hand. I reached over to the waistband of his briefs and pulled them down. His cock was thicker than mine and a few inches longer - probably over eight inches. The shaft had some nice veins running from his bush to the mushroom head. I took the hefty cock in one hand and slowly started to stroke it as I leaned into his hairy chest. I rubbed my face in the thick hair, my beard rubbing against his hard nipples.

"Oooh yeah, man, suck those pecs," he moaned. That's what I had planned, and I instantly did as he said. I sucked hard on them, biting a little, which had him grunting with pleasure. He had one calloused hand on my round butt, kneading my firm ass. His other hand was still lightly pulling on the shaft of my hard on, cupping around the head in a way that felt like a tongue licking it. I moved my free hand to his upper arm which he started flexing by his side. "Yeah, fucking muscle," he said.

He spit on his hand a few times and rubbed it on his cock, which he then put between my legs. He put his arms around my back and I grabbed around his waist, which was tight and solid. He started thrusting his cock in between my legs, rubbing against my balls. My own cock was being rubbed against the hard washboard abs he sported, an incredible feeling.

He pushed me back a few feet to the edge of the sofa, then forced me down onto it. He got on top of me, barely fitting because he was so wide. He started kissing me, his tongue going deep into my mouth. His hot mouth was on my neck, biting my ears and shoulders. It was great feeling his hard, big body on top of mine, our tongues swapping spit as we slammed our bodies together. He got up, then came back down so that his big cock was dangling over my face. A drop of pre-cum dripped off onto my cheek. I strained up to his throbbing dick, sticking my tongue out to get some more. "Take that muscleman cock," he said, and moved his hips down so it was within my reach. I took the hard on into my mouth. My tongue was pressing along the shaft as I let it go deeper into my throat. He started slurping on my own dick. He was an expert cocksucker and I could tell that I would be cumming soon. He was thrusting his own big dick into my mouth, and I was feeling his rockhard ass with my hands.

He started moaning and I knew that he was close. I sucked harder on his dick until he yelled out, "Yeah, suck that big man's dick! Gonna shoot my load!" I felt the spasms of his cock as he squirted thick, hot cum into my mouth. He shot four or five loads which I greedily swallowed down. He repositioned himself so he was looking up toward my head. Then he started going down on me again, his strong hands pressing down on my chest. I reached down and felt the thick muscles in his shoulders and arms. I felt the heavy feeling in my balls as they pressed up to my body, the tingling in my cock head becoming intense. "Bring me off muscleman!" I cried and I let my load fly. Cum shot into his mouth as I felt his tight arm muscles, their hardness making me extra excited. He licked his lips, getting a little bit of cum that had squirted out. "Oh man, I never had a blowjob like that before," I said.

"Another fringe benefit of working out and having muscles," he said with a smile.

I offered to let him take a shower, but he said he had to get going to his next job. I wondered how often he got off with the people whose homes he worked in, and what they did. My main regret is that I didn't get his phone number, not even his name. Sometimes I wonder if any of my friends have had this guy come fix their locks, then bring them off too.

First Gay Experience

I have always enjoyed adult movies and while I was in the Boston area would go to the adult theaters often. Being neither shy or easily offended, I would often take out my cock and stroke it even if other guys could see me. I often noticed guys going through a curtain, but did not know what was happening there. Eventually I decided to go back and found stairs leading up to the balcony. On many occasions after that I would go upstairs and watch others having sex - usually guys sucking each other off, and on occasion being fucked. Watching them would give me a hard on which I openly jerked off, shooting a stream of cum onto the floor. On a couple of occasions a guy would jerk me off and then I would leave. One adult video that had a definite impact on me was Orgy at the Poisenberry Bar. The sight of a cock framed in stockings and garters really turned me on.

Some time later, after I had been in New Orleans for a while, I started watching the she-male and female impersonator videos. Again, the sight of a big hard cock surrounded by female lingerie absolutely intrigued me. I went out and bought a garter, some stockings and panties. Putting them on gave me a raging hardon that stuck out of my panties, which I quickly jerked off. What surprised me was that after a pretty strong orgasm I stayed hard. After jerking off three times my cock finally softened to the point it would stay inside my panties. For some time after that, whenever I got home and took my uniform off, on would go the garter, stockings and panties. After a while I had a good collection of lingerie - garters, stockings, bustiers, and panties of various styles and colors. I would also still go out to the adult theaters even though things were much tamer than I had seen in Boston due in large part to the increased awareness of AIDS and the unsafe sex practices as well as a surprisingly more conservative attitude locally. One afternoon after being watched jerking off for a while I was going to put my cock away when the guy sitting a few chairs away suddenly moved in front of me and gave me one helluva blow job.

One night I was really horny and decided to wear the lingerie when I went to the theater. This, being early in the week, turned out to be a night where it was pretty quiet there. In the bathroom someone had written a phone number with a message that he wanted company. For some reason I decided to see what this could lead to. I had been thinking about trying sucking a cock and possibly even being fucked in the ass, and it seemed that 'opportunity' was knocking, so I called. I told him where I was - we talked for a minute and then I told him I was wearing stockings and panties. Well, he definitely wanted me to come over. His motel was across the street so I reached in, adjusted my cock in my panties and headed over.

Well, I got there and went in and we talked a little bit. He was a salesman from Houston selling some equipment used in oil drilling and I noticed he was wearing a wedding band. This made me a little more comfortable about going on. After talking for a while he said he wanted to see my panties and nylons. We both got up and undressed with him stripping all the way and me down to my lingerie. We laid back down on the bed and started to play with each others cocks. After a while he turned around bringing his cock up by my face. Everything was feeling right and I opened my mouth, lowering it over my very first cock and sucking him deep. I still remember how soft and hot the skin of his cock felt on my tounge and that I liked the way his cock seemed to get even harder as I sucked on him.

I spent several minutes exploring his cock with my tounge, licking it from the tip and down the shaft, taking his balls in my mouth and sucking them softly while I stroked his cock. I licked my way back up his cock and again took him as deep into my mouth as I could.

After sucking him vigorously (and really enjoying it) for a while, my jaw started to get a little sore and I wanted to experience being fucked, so I looked up and asked him if he wanted to fuck me. He wanted to, so as he went to get some lotion for lubricant I got out a rubber that I had brought along. When he got back, I put the rubber in my mouth and then sucked in his cock and worked the rubber on him with my tounge (something a call girl had done to me before). I quickly pulled off my panties and laid back spreading my legs wide offering my virgin ass to him. He spread the lotion on my ass and on his cock and started to slide his cock into me. At first it hurt a lot and I asked him to stop for a moment. After a very brief rest, I guided his cock to my ass and he slowly slid his cock fully into me. What a feeling to be filled with hard cock! He started to fuck me slowly and I started to jerk my cock off. It is hard to describe the pleasure I felt as he continued fucking me. I remember that just as he buried his cock deep into me hard and started coming, my own cock exploded shooting a very large load of come, some of it splashing across my face.

We stayed there resting for a moment and then he slowly pulled his cock out of my somewhat sore ass. We cleaned up and I left. What I regret the most is that I didn't give him my phone number so he could call me when he came to town. I never did see him again, although I did visit the same theater many times later hoping to.

That was my first experience, and since then I've only had a couple of encounters where I gave a blow job or received one. What I would truly love to experience is being in bed with an attractive couple while both her and I were decked out in stockings and garters and possibly (with her assistance) makeup. I would love for her and I to kneel in front of him and both of us suck and lick his cock, passing it between us as he comes in our mouths, or even for her to be riding me while we are sucking him off together.

Tickler's Trade

He had a certain air of superiority about him, almost as if we should have felt privileged he had chosen to spend the weekend with US. David was my sister's latest catch. She had in the past been very helpful to me in supplying the bodies I needed to satisfy my all consuming fetish. Sally had the type of looks that made guys drop dead at the very sight of her. This was most convenient for me; it meant we often had the hottest guys in town hanging around the house trying to court her. As Sally's fun older brother, I would often find a way to get in on their games. These games would end up with me tickling the little fellows to within an inch of their lives.

David had the cutest little face, angelic, with wavy light brown hair and innocent, deep blue eyes that somehow seemed to look right into you. He was small for a boy of eighteen, perhaps five-foot two inches, and had equally small feet. As I looked at him for the first time I couldn't help but stare at the little sneakers that clad his feet; I was, however, a bit stunned to note that he was staring at my sister's bare feet in much the same way! A hot flash engulfed my body. Could it be that he too was a foot lover? Could I hope that I'd finally found or rather my sister had found- the perfect match for me?

It was way too soon to tell, I told myself; and besides, we had the whole weekend! I took his bag upstairs as he made the usual greeting conversation with my parents. I entered my sister's room and was quick to turn the lock on the door, ensuring myself a few short moments alone to go through his things. To my ultimate joy, right on top were his pair of soft, leather slippers. It was easy to tell that they were fairly new, but had already seen much use. This told me his little feet wouldn't be hard and callused, but well taken care of, soft and supple to my touch! These slippers were lined with such a thick and soft lamb's wool that his feet had left little images where they'd been, "like angels in the snow," I said to myself in anticipation as I traced the shape of each foot with my fingers. I could see the slope of each little toe they must be perfect in exact size order and rounded at the tips as they curved downward. I gave each slipper a long sniff and the aroma was sweet!

He had sweet smelling feet! Too much! I deeply inhaled their intoxicating smell. Just then the stairs creaked, telling me they were on the way up. I quickly put the slippers back, kissing each of his fragrant footprints. I bolted to the door and reached it just as they cleared the landing. I smiled warmly at David as they passed. He simply looked the other way; not really snubbing me, but (once again) taking control, acting superior. I raced to my room in order to relieve myself of all the pent up excitement. As I stroked myself while lying in my bed, I thought of the tickling he would have to endure later on, completely at my mercy. His snootiness would just heighten my conquest!

Afterwards I drifted into a short nap. My parents left for their weekend trip while I slept. When I woke I found the note they'd left for me, saying good-bye to Sally and David, and leaving me in charge. I decided to leave the young twosome alone for a time so that David could get himself settled in and comfortable. I went down to the kitchen and started dinner. After about forty-five minutes I decided to check up on the activities of my young charges. I couldn't have been prepared for what I saw when I opened the door to Sally's room. They were on the floor, David had pinned Sally's hands behind her back, his legs were wrapped over hers, trapping them, and with his free hand he was every so lightly and slowly tickling her stomach! Sally had always laughed in such a way as to make very little noise, so David was able to torture her without my hearing.

David had a far-off look on his face and those deep blue eyes seemed in a devilish state of ecstasy as his little fingers probed and danced over Sally's smooth skin. As he found particularly sensitive areas, causing my poor sister to quake more violently, a cruel wide grin would spread over his face. I was so shocked by this display, all I could say was "time for dinner, kids." He looked up, noticing for the first time that I'd entered the room; he smiled and let Sally go. There was no fear at being caught, no guilt of any kind, and an apparent rock-hard erection in his shorts. I left the room and closed the door but this time stayed and listened. I overheard David say to Sally, "We better get down to dinner, that really gave me an appetite. Oh, by the way, after dinner I think I would like a back rub. If I don't get one, you'll get another torture session!"

Sally then said, "OK, OK, whatever you want, let's get down to dinner." As I heard them move towards the door I flew down the stairs. During dinner David sat next to me and across from Sally. I noticed that every now and then Sally would gasp just a little or jerk in odd ways. As unobtrusively as I could, I stole a quick glance under the table. David had at some point during dinner grabbed one of her feet with his, passed it up to his lap, and trapped it between his legs. He was now coolly and calmly eating his dinner, looking only in his plate, but every now and then he would touch one of her toes or quickly slide his little fingers over her sole. I guessed Sally was embarrassed, so she said nothing. This little imp was tickle-torturing her right there at the dinner table next to me!

Talk about a set of balls, this kid didn't seem to give a damn who saw or knew of his tickling fetish! In the past I'd had to trick Sally's friends into a sort of mock fight or argument, and then with an "OK, now you're going to get it" attitude I would trap and tickle them--but this kid was asking for it! I'd have no problem justifying a nice long tickling session for David; I already had all the reasons I needed. I regretted the fact that I had no video camera to record the wild, torturous comeuppance I had planned--after all, he was a greedy little tickling bastard himself. After dinner, David and Sally went back up to her room and I cleared the table. As soon as they were out of sight I flew up the stairs and returned to listening at the door. This is what I heard: "No, David! I don't want to play that tickling game any more! Stop! Get away from me! Enough already! Nnnnooo!" poor Sally whined. "I'll tell you when it's enough! Give me that foot! Now!" After the sounds of a brief struggle, there was silence. I opened the door just a crack and looked in.

David was sitting up on the bed and Sally was lying on her back on the floor, in front of him. He had captured both of her feet in his lap and was winning his struggle to take off the socks she had made a point of putting on right after dinner. I opened the door all the way and walked in just as David had gotten both the socks off and was making a big show of the fact that he was about to pounce on her vulnerable soles. He had that same faraway look on his face (one I'd felt on my own many a time). David was now letting his fingers dance in the air just an inch or so from Sally's soles. I cleared my throat, but though he looked up and saw me, he just smiled and went on!

This was the last straw! I leapt on David, pulling him off Sally, and with one easy movement I pinned him to the floor. "There's $20 on the kitchen table," I yelled to Sally. "Take it and go to a movie or something. I'll take care of this little creep for you!"

Happy to be free of her tormentor, she replied, "I'll stay over at Stefani's house. You can have him the whole night." And then to David, "Have fun, you little creep!" She promptly left as I trapped my squirming prey.

"What do you mean?!" David cried, still sounding indignant, and struggling to get free. "Let me go! Get off of me!" he commanded. He was completely surprised by the turn of events, and had no idea what nasty little horrors I had planned for him. I held him there pinned to the floor until I heard the front door slam shut behind Sally, then I let him up. "What the fuck's going on!?" he hollered petulantly. "Oh, what's the matter, Davey?" "What the fuck is going on!? What the hell did Sally mean you could have me for the night?!" "Well, you had your fun with Sally--I saw you tickling her all night--now it's my turn!"

I was savoring the dread that must have been dawning upon him while he stood there, shocked and silent for a moment. But suddenly a lewd smirk began to ooze over his face and he started looking me over carefully.

"Ohhhh. I get it. Keep it all in the family. Well, too bad Sally didn't want it, but I guess you'll do just as well. As a matter of fact, it might be a lot of fun to make a big lug like you squeal with laughter, beg me for mercy!"

I was incredulous. This little egomaniacal Napoleonic putz was too much! He thought all this was just my jealous desire for him to tickle me! What a self-centered, pompous asshole!! I bashfully nodded, took him by the hand and led him to my room. Such a warm, soft little hand. I led him to the sturdy, king size brass bed in my room, and then proceeded to lock the dead bolt at the top of the door. Even if he got away for a moment, he'd never have time to undo the lock before I got to him. I playfully picked him up and dropped him on the bed. He was smirking from ear to ear in anticipation. As he sat on the bed I went under it to get my tickling toys. While I was under there, the little shit suddenly jumped on my back, grabbed me around the waist and dug his tickling fingers into my ribs! I spasmed and hit my head against the bed frame as I struggled to get away. He was laughing wildly, sinisterly, as I wriggled out from under the bed, giggling and rolling him off my back.

"Oh man, you're ticklish! It's gonna be a ball making you scream!" he gleefully gloated. A bump rising on my head, my face red, I silently let him revel in his ignorance. David sat mesmerized by my leather cuffs and straps as I took them out of their box. He took hold of one, curiously fondling it.

"Talk about submissive---you even come with your own bondage," he snickered, as I fixed the wrist restraints to the posts at the head of the bed. "Hurry up, slave!" he said. "I haven't got all night. Strip off your rags and make yourself ready!" He held out a pair of restraints to me, demanding my immediate submission. I turned obediently towards him, eyes cast downward, wrists upturned, and he triumphantly approached, about to bind me. Suddenly I grabbed his wrists, flung him backwards onto the bed and leapt on top! The look on his face! He struggled like mad, but this "big lug" quickly secured his wrists to either post, his arms stretched above his head as he struggled and cursed in vain. Now that he was secured I sat up to survey my triumph. He lay puffing from his exertions, his face red with fury, glaring at me with hatred and fear. "Let me fucking go or you're gonna be in big trouble!" "Oh, really? That would be terrible. What could possibly happen, Day-vee?"

He struggled for some threat, anything. "I'll tell! I'll tell everyone you're a perverted fag, and you molested me!" "Oh dear! That's terrifying," I snidely taunted him, gloating as I lightly poked at his armpits through his shirt, causing him to jump. "Gee, everyone will automatically believe you, right? Even after Sally tells them you did the same to her? And eagerly wanted to do the same to me? Anyway, how will you prove it?"

I sat on his knees and looked down at him. He was really getting scared now, looking at me with horror. I rotated to face his feet, leaned over and began to unlace his sneakers. He started struggling again, twisting his feet feverishly to avoid the inevitable. I pulled each sneaker off and right away that sweet smell hit me; his feet were really damp in his thick soft socks. I didn't so much as graze his soles at this point--I'd save the best for last! After rolling his socks down, I took one of the padded leather straps and tied his struggling feet together at the ankles, and then tightly to the bar at the foot of the bed. I left his socks on for the time being, to preserve his moist tenderness--and his false sense of security.

David looked like a trapped animal; the sight caused my hard-on to throb fiercely. He must be incredibly ticklish! I sat back down on his knees and slowly pulled his sweat shirt over his head to his wrists. He fought as best he could, squirming around on the bed. I was in love! He had a smooth, tight, rippling little belly, with the cutest little innie belly button. He was breathing heavily, fearfully, in quick, ragged gulps, trying to calm down, unsuccessfully. "No! Please! What do you want?! I'll give you whatever I have, anything, just don't! Please! What do you want?" "I don't want anything of yours, Davey. At least not anything I don't already have!"

"I'll. . . I'll faint. I'll have a heart attack! I have a heart condition, I'll die, right here in your bed and you'll be to blame!" "Gee, Davey, you must have a very selective heart condition, 'cause Sally told me you were a star on the soccer team. I guess I'll just have to take my chances."

"Wait! I'll get you others! I can get you all the guys you want!" Hmmmm. That sounded intriguing.

"Give me a break," I said. How would you do that?" "My fraternity!" he blurted out feverishly, grasping for hope. "They made us do all sorts of things during hazing. Upper-class brothers could order us to do anything. I'll give you all the willing victims you want--I was gonna tickle the shit out of them myself. You can be my partner! Just think, all those freshmen feet to torture!" I paused for a moment to consider. Now this was something! But there was no way of ensuring he would deliver--especially since I knew he was such a selfish, greedy bastard. He looked up imploringly. "That's quite an offer, Davy, but guess what. That's all maybe--you are mine NOW!" "NO, NO, NO, PLEASE!"

I started with a very light touch, just two fingers, one on each of his perfect, heaving little sides. He went rigid, clenching every muscle in his body in resistance. I ever so lightly ran all my fingers up and down his sides, quick to stop and work on any area that showed itself to be a bit more sensitive. I was having the time of my life as he struggled to control his breathing and keep from twitching; what smooth, silky, quivering skin he had.

Next I began to knead his tight little ribs, one at a time, back and forth, over and over; each rib in turn was mine. After a few incredible minutes of an intense struggle of wills, his resistance began to crumble as his little chest heaved and tried to breath. He was bouncing on the bed and trying in vain to get away from my ever present fingers. I took my time, slowly, teasingly, making it last, making every stroke count!

My next targets were his erect little nipples. I used one finger on each, pushing them in and then swirling my fingertips around in a circular motion, light as a feather, then equally as light with my fingernails. It maddened him, this slow teasing, a kind of sexual tickle which made him moan and thrash. I continued the teasing stimulation with my mouth, licking and sucking, and occasionally nipping his hard little tits, causing him to suddenly buck and yelp, letting loose his whimpering giggles. By now a good twenty-five minutes had flown, so I gave him a moment to catch his breath, which he used mostly to beg.

"Thank you, thank you. Oh God, please, no more, no more! Anything! I'll do anything you say! anything!" "Anything?"

"Yes! Yes! Anything! Just name it! Please! Any. . ." "Gee, that's great. I'll keep your offer in mind," I replied as I reached for his armpits, his eyes widening in renewed horror. I used my fingers as light little shovels and made scooping motions in the soft, hairless skin. It was the most sensitive place on his body so far. After a good five minutes in his underarms, I decided to place my face on his tight quivering belly and lick, kiss, nibble and brush it with my beard stubble, tickling it wildly, while still digging at his armpits. He jerked as best he could and screamed in a higher and higher voice. I loved his smooth underarms, they were warm and dripping now. God, how they made him react!

His laughter was bouncing off the walls. I next decided to try licking them, lapping at his tender skin, sucking it in to taste every drop of his delicious sweat as he contorted his torso to try to bring his arm down, his biceps flexing beautifully against the bonds. He had incredible stamina for such a ticklish boy. Tears were welling from his eyes, his breath came in short pants, his body shook all over and I started on his belly and ribs again. I let my fingers slide in free forming circles and odd little patterns across his hairless chest. Just when I felt he was close to losing it, I realized it was time--time for the best, the most fun of all--his ticklish little feet! I stopped the tickling all at once and got off the bed. I let him regain his sanity for a minute. His eyes were shut as he tried to regain control of his heavy breathing, to clear his throat. He was really spent at this point and I think he actually thought it was all over. He couldn't even lift his head off the pillow. Little beads of sweat soaked his head and chest.

I realized I'd been tickling him for an hour by that time. The kid was out of it, barely able to talk.

"Please, please . . . no more! I'll be your slave...anything... just no more." I knew he was ready for the ultimate tickle torture! I lay down on him, fully covering his tight, hot, sweaty, trembling little body with mine, so I could savor his every reaction. Had he opened his eyes he would have seen that I was facing his feet. I glanced back to enjoy the look on his face as I lightly took hold of the top of his thick right sock. "NOOOO!!!" he shrieked. "But that's the best part!"

"NOOO!!! NOOO!! NOT MY FEET!! PLEASE DON'T TICKLE MY FEET!! ANYTHING, ANYTHING BUT NOT THE FEET!!" With that I pulled off his sock. I was right! These were the most perfect feet I had ever seen! Smooth, soft, sexy, pink boytoys! His feet and nails looked as if they were kept groomed by a professional. And, Oh God, that delicious smell!! I quickly pulled off the other sock to double my pleasure, as he hysterically tried to jerk away, straining to keep his socks on.

I started by lightly licking the tops of the feet, and he screamed a scream that put all the others to shame! I was in Heaven!! These were the most sensitive feet I'd ever encountered. No wonder he was so into tickling! I let my fingers dance under each toe as he laughed, jerked and screamed. I pulled the toes apart to lick and flick my tongue between them as they squirmed and wiggled to escape, his laughter interspersed with shrieks. Then for the first time I let my fingers run all over his very, very sensitive soles. His body bounced off the bed, arching completely in the air, with me on top, shaking the entire bed!!

"AAAAAAHHH!!!" he gasped. "NOOOOOO!!!" I followed each little path on his soles with my lips, mouth and fingers; I sucked each and every toe, swirling them in my slavering mouth. He was losing his mind! I found the special ticklish places on the soles and spent extra time there, nibbling, stroking, scraping my fingernails, lapping away. He screamed, his toes danced, and I loved it! The bed was soaked with sweat as he bounced on it. I quickly pulled down his pants, revealing his hard, throbbing little dick, plastered to his stomach by his soaked underwear. I stripped off my sweaty shirt, jeans and socks, and jumped back on him for an incredible ride, my dick crushed between our bodies, his writhings massaging me, lubricated by our sweat. From my bag of tricks I pulled one of my feathers, running it all over his soles and between his toes! I thought he was going to die, from the sounds he was making! I made him lose all control; he bucked and banged against my dick as I ran the feather under and between his curling toes, tears streaming from his face. Then I decided to give David another short break. I got off the bed and looked down affectionately at my poor, hot little tickle-slave.

"So, how does it feel finally being on the other end of the feather?!"

With a meek, beaten, genuinely imploring voice he replied, "Just leave my feet alone. That's all I ask. You can tickle me anywhere else, but I can't stand it on my feet."

I moved in closer, and calmly laid my hand on the top of his foot. He jumped at first, and was tense, but then the simple, calming touch let him relax. He couldn't see my other hand, which had just fished out several paint brushes and other implements. As lightly as possible, I ran the small, soft brush up the center of his sole, then slowly swirled it around on the tender ball of his foot, which shivered at the torturous sensations. David held his breath desperately, but his entire leg began to tremble.

I climbed back on top of him, to savor the incredible feel of his quivering body against my desperate dick. I began to stroke the bristles up and down his trembling feet, more and more quickly, and suddenly he exploded again!! Laughter and struggling shook the room. His toes flailed wildly in the air, but his feet couldn't escape my torment. The brush stroked on and on, up the arches as his toes desperately clenched, the soft bristles wildly teasing his most sensitive spots as his body shuddered and thrust against mine. His sweaty little dick had poked its way out of his under wear and was grinding into my belly and groin. Every giggle, groan and shriek vibrated through my dick, prodding me on. All I needed to do to turn up the sensations was tickle him more ruthlessly!

David's laughter had turned into hysteria, knowing no bounds, no reality, no relief, tears streaming all over his face, mixing with sweat. His feet shuddered, twitched and spasmed. The boy had become a mass of quivering foot-flesh. I now pounced on his feet with my mouth again, while using a stiff-bristled whisk broom on his soles. He lunged off the bed again!! Our dicks mashed against one another between our bellies, his convulsing muscles rubbing up against my cockhead, licking, grinding, lubing it. Up and down, up and down, shrieking, my tickling turning his body into a sex dynamo, a bucking bronco-dildo, a raging, straining dick. I was close . . . close. . . almost there. . . I whisked wildly at his bound, squirming soles as my tongue tortured his toes, causing him to thrust up against my dick, harder and harder.

"AAAUUUUGHGHG!!!" We screamed in unison, our dicks exploding on one another. "AAAUUGHGH!!!" We pulsed, our bodies writhing, thrusting, pumping against each other. "AAAUUUGHGH!!!" I continued to fuel the fire bursting from us, my brush flailing at his taut, tethered feet, my teeth now biting his two big toes. "AAAUUUGHGH!!!"

Sometime, I'm not sure how long later, I returned to earth. David was still calming down, his body occasionally wracked by a small fit of shaking. I released him from his bonds, but he didn't move or struggle, his eyes didn't even open. I wondered whether something might actually be wrong. Even after a few moments, while I went to get a warm bath going for him in the tub, he lay motionless except for occasional passing waves of trembling. Fearfully, I lifted his damp, limp, flushed body and lowered him into the soothing water. I washed him--my devastated boy tickle slave-victim, who had excited me and pleased me more than any other--cherishing him, trying to make him well. His eyes remained closed, though he wasn't quite asleep, or awake. I quickly changed the soaking sheets on my bed and turned the mattress. I drained the water and lifted him out of the tub, then wrapped him in a towel and placed him in my bed. I climbed in beside him and pulled a blanket over us. He snuggled against me for warmth, and I cradled his head in my arm. I felt his lips against my chest--he was kissing me!! I leaned my head down, and his up. I kissed his lips lightly, and they opened to let me in, his tongue gingerly lapping at mine.

Highway Hypnotism

Michael had been driving for three hours in the rain, and it would surely be another three at best before he arrived home. He saw a 24 hour truck stop at the upcoming exit from the interstate and veered off up the ramp. He could get some coffee and something to eat. Maybe that would help get rid of the highway hypnotism. And he would call Sally and tell her that he might not make it tonight.

He made his telephone call and entered the men's room to urinate and throw some cold water on his face before ordering food. There was a young guy - college kid he'd guess - washing up and taking a change of clothes out of his knapsack. Michael stepped to the floor mounted urinal and relieved himself. As he turned away, he noticed the young guy looking at him. Michael nodded in acknowledgement and received an answering nod. He stepped to the lavatory and splashed his face, head and the back of his neck with cold water and began to dry vigorously with the long strip of paper towel he'd pulled from the dispenser. As he finished, he looked in the mirror above the lavatory and saw the young guy standing naked. He was well built and had a larger than average, shapely penis. He was putting on dry socks and underwear and a dry shirt, but he slipped his still damp blue jeans back on.

"Been standing in the rain a lot today," the young guy explained. "Not many people will stop for a hitchhiker in the rain these days."

Michael smiled and nodded in acknowledgement as he left the men's room. "Well, good luck."

"Thanks," the hitchiker said.

Michael ordered coffee and a stack of pancakes with scrambled eggs. He was half finished when the hitchhiker emerged from the men's room, his knapsack slung over his shoulder, and sat at the counter to eat a sweet roll and drink his coffee. As Michael smoked a cigarette with his second cup of coffee, the hitchhiker walked over from the counter.

"Look, mister, I hate to impose, but I really need a ride. Which way are you headed?"

Michael hesitated. He wasn't at all happy about this development. "Atlanta," he muttered grudgingly.

The hitchhiker slipped into the booth across the table from him with his coffee. "I don't blame you for being reluctant," he said. He pulled his wallet from his hip pocket. "I'm Jeremy Watkins. My family and friends call me Remy." He pronounced it Reemy. "Here's my driver's license and student ID." He displayed the picture identification. It was the same guy, and the IDs said "Jeremy R. Watkins." His home address was in Atlanta, not too far from where Michael lived. His student ID was from Duke. Michael was somewhat put at ease.

"What bring's you out on the highway on a day like this, Remy?"

"It was crazy. My kid brother called last night and he was all broken up about a fight he'd had with his girl. For some reason, I felt it was important to be there. And guess what? I called a few minutes ago and they'd already made up. Thought I'd go on home anyhow, since the weekend's coming up and I'm this close." He smiled and shook his head in chagrin.

"Are your parents in Atlanta?"

"My Mom. My father died three years ago. I guess that's the reason I was coming to be with Josh - that's my brother. He still gets upset and I guess I'm the closest thing to a father."

"Okay, Remy. I'll give you a ride. Are you ready?"

Remy stood up and slung his backpack over one shoulder. "Sure."

About twenty miles down the highway, the thunderstorms picked up in intensity so that Michael could hardly see the road. He pulled to the shoulder to await a slackening. They talked. Michael told Remy about his work as district sales manager for Procter & Gamble and revealed that he'd gone to college at UNC.

Remy smiled. "Well, actually I play football at Duke, but that shouldn't cause you any problem. UNC's beaten us the last two years."

"What position?"

"Tailback. Second team."

"Well, I was a second team flanker at UNC twelve years ago."

The rain slacked, and they drove another ten or twelve miles before it resumed in even fiercer intensity. There was a mom and pop motel at the upcoming exit on the right called Moon Lodge.

Michael said, "Look, Remy, I'm sorry, but I don't think I can keep this up. Its been like this for the last four hours. I'd like to stop at this motel. I assume you're short on cash or else you wouldn't be hitchhiking. I'll rent the room . . . No, that's okay, it'll probably be the same cost as a single.

He was right. They checked in and picked up a key. Michael saw that the mom and pop operation was probably a rent-by-the-hour establishment since a small sign advertised three triple-x movie channels.

The room had a single king sized bed. Michael called the office and asked for a room with two double beds. Hanging up, he said, "Crap! All the rooms are kingsized beds."

"Okay by me," Remy said.

"Well, I guess it'll have to do. Think I'll take a hot shower and get some of this chill off."

"Good idea. I'll take one after you."

He was glad he always traveled with a change of clothes and a dop kit. He removed and folded his suit over a hanger neatly and hung it outside the closet to remove the dampness. He stripped to his briefs before entering the bathroom, and again noticed Remy watching him rather openly.

In the bathroom, before showering, he examined his naked body in the mirror above the lavatory as he brushed his teeth. He'd kept in pretty good shape, he decided, for a thirty-three year old. Not as much bulk as when he'd played football, but leaner, with more muscle definition and still no belly bulge.

There was a tap on the door.

"Yes?"

"Mind if I take a leak before you shower?"

"Uh, no, come on in."

Remy walked in wearing only his low-rise jockey briefs, no fly and very thin cotton jersey that clearly revealed his generous genitalia. Now there's a tailback, Michael thought, taking note of Remy's slender waist, deep wide chest and high round butt. Remy stood at the toilet and pulled his briefs to his thighs to pee. Michael, glancing down quickly, had a flash of a rather straight, full cock and light blond pubic hair, only slightly darker than Remy's light blond curly head. As he looked up, he caught Remy looking openly at his own nakedness. Michael blushed slightly and turned slightly away.

When Michael emerged from the bathroom, towel wrapped around his waist, Remy was watching one of the triple-x channels. He quickly changed channels as Michael entered the room and stood to go in for his own shower. Michael noticed that the bulge in his briefs was larger and almost as clearly visible as if he'd been unclad. He could see the outline of a semi erection as Remy passed him to enter the bathroom.

Michael looked at the channel Remy had changed to. Strange, it was triple-x, too, so why had he changed channels? Man and woman screwing. He wondered what Remy had been watching that he had changed channels so hastily. He picked up the remote and flicked through the channels. Not only did the motel have three triple-x channels, it had ONLY the three triple-x channels. The one just above the channel Remy had changed to was a gay male channel. Two rather good looking guys kissing and handling each other's genitals. One of them had semen on his lips. The other went down on him and began sucking his cock. Michael felt that he should turn it off, but he continued to watch spellbound as the hard flesh pumped in and out of the other guy's mouth. Michael, like most guys, had fantasized from time to time what it would be like to be sucked by another guy and to suck another guy's cock. He observed the technique on the TV screen with some interest. The guy doing the sucking was obviously enjoying it as much as the other guy. He would stop and kiss the other guy's testicles and lick the head of his cock, run his hands across his flat belly and his fingers through the heavy growth of pubic hair and would began sucking again, his mouth moving up and down the hard cock. Michael watched, fascinated, as the guy being sucked ejaculated into the other guy's mouth and the guy sucking swallowed it with obvious relish. Michael became aware that he had developed a partial erection and turned off the television, dropped his towel to the floor and quickly slipped under the covers naked to hide his condition as Remy reentered the room.

Michael turned on his side, facing the edge of the bed, as Remy turned off the lights and got in on the other side. Michael's eyelids, weary and stinging from having driven so many hours in the rain, dropped and he slept. Or maybe he only dozed, because sometime later on - Michael wasn't sure how much later - he awakened to find himself on his back. Remy was still awake, and kept shifting position, and Michael knew that he was antsy about something. He became aware of a flickering in the room and looked for its source. It was the TV and it was tuned to the gay channel. Michael watched through half closed eyes and two good looking guys performed sixty-nine together. He felt that he ought to be repelled but, he admitted to himself, he honestly was not. He'd never engaged in a homosexual experience and had never been tempted, yet he found himself erotically interested in what was happening.

Remy clicked the TV off and continued to turn and change his position. Michael remained still, pretending sleep. After a few minutes, he could tell from the movement of the bed that Remy was edging toward him and then, when he was within a half-arm's length, he turned on his side toward Michael. Michael felt the light touch of fingers on his hip and the brush of them as they lightly skimmed his pubic hair. He continued to pretend sleep, not knowing what else to do but also not wanting Remy to stop. Remy's hand touched the softly swollen shaft of his cock lightly. When Michael did not waken, Remy was emboldened to grasp it lightly and squeeze softly. Michael's cock began to lengthen and become stiff. Experimentally, hesitantly, Remy moved the skin back from Michael's circumcised cock. As Michael's cock continued to swell and became harder, Michael shifted his legs, moaned softly as if in his sleep, and moved his hips slightly.

Remy's head disappeared beneath the sheet, and Michael could feel his warm breath on his genitals. Michael was now rampantly erect. Remy's soft moist mouth enclosed the smooth, spongy, tender helmet of his cock and licked wetly in slow, circling movements. The lips began to slip down the length, and Michael involuntarily thrust slightly forward. Remy's mouth and tongue moved up and down for several strokes, and Michael tried to restrain his thrusting with just enough success as to pass for the instinctive reactions of a man still asleep. After a couple of minutes, however, with Michael feeling the beginnings of an ejaculation deep within his loins, Remy released him and stealthily resumed his place on the far side of the bed. Michael felt sexually frustrated but, in view of the way he'd handled it, felt that he had no other choice than to continue his pretense of sleep. Slowly his cock relaxed and softened, and his frustration receded. Remy continued to move and shift, restlessly, for several minutes, and then his breathing became deep and regular as sleep overtook him. After a few minutes, Michael turned to his side away from Remy, and he slept.

Sometime during the night Michael became conscious of a weight on his back and the warmth of a human body. He came awake. In his sleep, Remy had rolled over and lay cupped against Michael's back. Michael felt, first, his warm breath against the back of his neck and, then, the press of pubic hair and genitals against his buttocks. Remy's chest and stomach pressed warmly against his back, and the front of his thighs and knees were in warm contact with the back of Michael's thighs and the hollow of his crooked knees. But most of all he was acutely aware of the heat of Remy's genitals against his firm, rounded buttocks and the rasp of pubic hair against his smooth skin.

As the shaft of his cock began to lengthen once again, he thought to himself, "This is really just too much!" Torn between a desire to break contact and the fear of losing contact, Michael irritably pushed his buttocks back against Remy. He heard Remy's deep breathing break and become quieter and knew that Remy was now awake. Michael still felt it necessary to pretend sleep so that Remy would not move away and he, Michael, would not be required to commit himself. He felt Remy's cock swelling against his buttocks. A light hand was on his hips, resting quietly to test the soundness of his sleep. Reassured that he had not and, perhaps, would not awaken, the hand moved slowly and softly to his cock, again grasped it softly and began to move slowly back and forth. Michael became fully erect and, as if in his sleep, began to slightly buck back and forth against Remy's genitals pressing into his buttocks and against the hand stroking his cock.

When Remy's lips pressed softly against his back, Michael felt that he could no longer feign sleep. He must either choose to go forward or break off the progression of events. He was not sure how to react.

"Hunh?" he said as he pretended to awaken. Remy's hand quickly released him, but he was unable to move himself from his close fitting, spoon-like position against his back.

"Remy?" Michael asked, raising up on his elbow and looking over his shoulder. He reached over and turned on the lamp on the bedside table. He sat up and looked at Remy.

"What's going on here, Remy?" Michael's voice was soft and nonthreatening.

Remy was blushing, but he bravely looked Michael in the eye though his own were watering with mortification. "I'm sorry, Michael. I think I must've rolled over against you in my sleep, but when I woke up and didn't want to - couldn't move, and I-I g-got an erection."

"I - me - caused you to get an erection? How . . . I mean, did I do something?"

"N-no, n-not really. I guess I got kinda turned on to you back at the truck stop. I mean you're really a good looking guy. But I didn't . . . I mean I wasn't planning that anything like this would happen. I didn't even expect to be here. I thought we'd be in Atlanta by now."

"Remy, are you . . . gay?

"No! I mean I don't think so." He was blushing furiously and staring resolutely at his knees. "I don't . . . Heck, I don't know, maybe I am," he finished miserably.

"H-have you been, uh, with another male before?"

Remy nodded, embarrassed but resolutely honest.

"Have you been with women?"

Remy again nodded, refusing now to look at Michael.

"Uh, how many times have . . . you know, with other guys?"

"I don't know, several times, but only with two guys."

"Remy, I don't mean to pry or get too personal. But I-I've never done anything with other guys. Is this something new with you."

Remy was silent and then sighed with resignation, looking up at Michael. "I'm not sure how to answer that. The first guy was my best friend since we were four or five. We played football together, and I don't think either of us had thought of it until we were in the locker room and shower so much together. We, uh, did it for a of couple years, I guess, from about sixteen until we went to college."

"What five times, ten?"

"More than that. Maybe a couple of hundred."

"A couple of hundred? Were you having sex with girls?"

"Yeah, but not as often."

"You said there were two guys."

"Yeah, the other one was an English teacher my freshman year. That lasted about six months. He's doing post-doctoral work at Cambridge now."

"You've been, uh, celibate since then . . . what? Two years? Any women?"

"Yeah, some."

"Remy, I've never even thought seriously about it before. BUT I've got to confess that when I woke up I had an erection, too, and I guess it came from your being near me in bed." Michael was clearly confused, as well.

Remy, looked at Michael, a glimmer of hope or anticipation in his eyes. "Michael, I'd like to, uh, make love to you, if you'd be willing. You don't have to do anything to me, just me with you."

Michael looked at Remy speculatively, but with obvious curiosity and trace of . . . what? Anticipation? After thinking for a few moments, he said, almost reluctantly, perhaps realizing that he was making some sort of choice, "Okay, Remy." He leaned back against the headboard of the bed, half sitting, half reclining. Remy reached across for the lamp switch, but Michael stopped him. "No. Leave the light on. If we're going to do this I want to see."

Remy looked at him, curious. He pulled the sheet down and, as Michael's nakedness was revealed, tossed it over the foot of the bed. He looked at Michael's nakedness. He had a large cock in repose. Its circumcised crown was only slightly darker than the skin of his beautiful cock. His testicles were full and lay heavily on his thighs. Michael had medium brown hair, and his pubic growth was a the same color, rather sparse and fairly short but growing to a slight peak in the middle and trailing a delicate line up to and past his navel, across his muscled stomach to dissipate into a smooth, hairless chest.

Remy used his hands to coax Michael to spread his legs and crawled between, kneeling erect on his knees. Michael looked at Remy's genitals, straight circumcised cock, loosely cradled testicles and light blond pubic growth. He was hairless on his torso and very well built with slender waist flaring to wide, deep, well muscled chest and shoulders. Michael's cock began to stir and lengthen, as much from Remy's nakedness as from anticipation of what was about to happen.

Remy rocked back on his heels as knelt between Michael's legs and propped on his elbows. He touched Michael's cock and lightly grasped it, lifting it slightly. He lowered his head and enclosed the helmeted cockhead with his lips, still holding the shaft with his hand. He ran his warm, wet tongue in circular motions around the entire sensitive surface and began to take more of the length into his mouth. Michael was becoming rapidly erect, and Remy removed his hand and slid his lips down the length until it was wholly engulfed. He pressed his tongue against the hard tube on the underside of Michael's cock and stroked up and down. He withdrew to the corona, hesitated there, licking and sucking, and slid his lips back down the wetly gleaming shaft.

Michael watched what was happening with growing erotic pleasure, visually as well as tactilely stimulated, as he watched his gleamingly moist shaft thrust into and out of Remy's lips and felt a firm suction and stroking tongue against his hard flesh. Soon he was thrusting slightly in and out of Remy's sucking mouth in rhythm to Remy's movements. Remy was further aroused in his lust for Michael's cock when Michael placed his hand on his head, stroking, combing his fingers through his curling locks and, finally, grasping two handfuls as he now purposefully thrust in and out of Remy's mouth.

Michael felt his cock harden still further and swell as an ache developed in his loins. "Remy," he whispered, "I'm going to cum." But, if anything, Remy became more diligent in his licking and sucking. "Remy, aaahgh! I'm coming. Ungh! Here it comes."

Remy was greedy for Michael's semen, and when it came in spurting jets in large amounts, he swallowed rapidly and sucked the last traces from Michael. He continued to suck and stroke Michael's cock with his tongue for three or four minutes until it was completely soft, and then he let it slip from his lips with a sigh and kiss to its pouting red lips of the tiny mouth at the tip of his cock.

Remy rolled to his back beside Michael, his own cock half hard. Michael looked at it and at Remy's lips, slick with semen and, not for the first time that night, imagined himself sucking Remy and doing to Remy the things Remy had done to him.

Michael reached for the remote control and turned on the TV to the gay channel where it was set. By a wild stroke of coincidence there were shown two guys in a king sized bed. One was dark haired and in his mid thirties, very well built, and the other was young and blond in his early twenties and also very well built and endowed. The younger guy was just coming up from having sucked the older guy's cock. They lay quietly. The older guy looked speculatively at the younger guy and reached his hand to his genitals.

Michael looked at Remy, and found Remy looking at him. Hesitantly, Michael reached his hands to Remy's swollen, but not yet hard cock.

"Michael, you don't have to."

"Yeah, but I think I want to."

He touched Remy's genitals, and the straight shaft of the younger man's cock stirred beneath his touch and began to lengthen. As it stiffened, Michael grasped it and began to move his hand. After several strokes, it was fully erect and hard. Michael watched the effect fascinated. He looked back at the TV screen, the older guy was going down on the younger guy! An uncontrollable resolve built in Michael.

He rolled over and got to elbows and knees between Remy's legs. A dew pearl of semen was standing on the opening at the tip of Remy's cock. Michael lowered his head and experimentally licked it, tasting a pleasant salty sweetness. His wet tongue snaked out and licked in wider circles around the head of Remy's cock and he opened his lips wider and covered the smooth soft head.

"Mmmmm," he moaned involutarily, and his lips moved lower, sliding down the hard shaft, his tongue pressing and stroking the throbbing ridge on the underside as Remy had done. Michael found himself loving the feel of the pulsing, throbbing hard flesh in his mouth, the covering skin soft and warm. His nose was in Remy's pubic hair and he inhaled the musky scent with increasing erotic pleasure. The head of Remy's cock pressed against the back of his mouth, throbbing with an intensity Michael could feel. He slid his lips back up, licked and slid them down again. Remy thrust forward, grabbing two handfuls of Michael's hair. Their movements continued with growing erotic intensity.

"I'm coming, Michael."

Michael heard Remy's warning with a mixture of nervous anticipation and erotic excitement and sucked the pulsating flesh harder. He felt Remy's cock lengthen and become rock hard, and it began to spasm and jerk, emptying pulsating streams of cum into his mouth. Michael swallowed rapidly, savoring more completely the salty sweetness of Remy's maleness.

Afterward, Michael lay on his back with a confusion of emotions and reactions. He was ashamed, afraid, excited, happy, sad, erotically aroused. Remy had been gentle and reassuring, but he knew that what had happened was something Michael would have to work out alone, within himself. After laying awake for an hour or so awash in conflicting emotions and thoughts, Michael fell into an exhausted sleep.

When he awoke, he could tell from the angle of the sun through the drapes that it was late. He looked at his watch. Nine thirty. Well, at least it was Friday, his day for doing paper work at his office. He often took off on Friday and caught up on reports on the weekend. He sat up and looked at the sleeping young man next to him. His long lashes lay against the clear, rosy tan skin of his cheek. In his sleep, he looked innocent and even younger. His blond curls were tousled. He admired the muscular torso, resisting an urge to touch it. The single covering sheet revealed the outline of his genitals in repose. He got out of bed quietly and took his cellular phone into the bathroom. He reached Sally on the third ring and told her that he'd had car trouble and that it would be night before he could get away, maybe tomorrow. He promised to call if he could not get on the road until Saturday.

He brushed his teeth, shaved and got into the shower. He'd half lathered up when the curtain pulled back and Remy stepped into the shower with him.

"Here. Let me," Remy said, taking the soap and washcloth from him. Remy slowly washed his neck, shoulders and arms. Raising his arms, he washed the hair under his armpits, his chest and stomach. He turned Michael with his hands and washed his back with nothing but his thickly lathered hands, kneading his firm muscular back as he did so. Stooping with lathered rag, he raised each foot and thoroughly washed it, between each toe and up the ankles and calves to mid-thigh. Remy rinsed the washcloth and relathered it. He gently but thoroughly washed his thighs, his scrotum and hips. He turned him again and washed his buttocks, scrubbing thoroughly deeply into the cleft and rubbing his anus with the soapy cloth. Remy turned Michael again, lay the washcloth on the side of the tub and worked a rich lather into his hands. He soaped between Michael's thighs and testicles, and resoaped his testicles, and washed his genitals thoroughly, pulling the skin back tightly from the head of his cock to aid his ministrations. He rinsed his hands and guided the spray to Michael's genitals, using his hands to rinse each crease and crevice. Michael stiffened and then relaxed as Remy's fingers invaded the cleft of his ass and pulled his cheeks apart to rinse it thoroughly, running his finger over and around his anus. A finger slightly invaded the tight sphincter to remove all traces of soap. They were facing each other, standing close as Remy reached around to rinse his cleft and anus. Michael felt Remy's cock stiffening against his genitals, and his own began to swell. Remy completed that task and, pouring some motel shampoo into his palm slowly and thorough lathered the hair on Michael's head then dropping his hands lathered his pubic growth, scratching and scrubbing with his fingers. He again performed the rinsing ritual, and Michael felt cleaner than ever before in his life.

Michael took the soap and washcloth and performed the washing ritual on Remy, lingering over his beautiful genitals and ass.

Afterwards as they finished toweling dry, Michael said, "I called my wife and office and told them that I had car trouble and would not be back before night, maybe not until tomorrow."

"I know. I heard on the phone. I'm glad. I haven't had enough of you yet." And with that, Remy took Michael by the hand and led him into the bedroom. They lay on the bed, Michael on his back and Remy on his side, propped on his elbow looking down at Michael. He lightly traced the tips of his fingers across Michael's erect nipples and with the tip of his index finger, followed the line down his stomach across his navel to the thick, curling growth of pubic hair. He combed it with his fingers, relishing its coarse but soft texture. Michael had followed the movement of his hand with his eyes. Now as his cock began to swell and lengthen without becoming hard at the nearness of Remy's touch and as Remy caressed his pubes with obvious admiration and enjoyment, Michael looked up at him. Remy's eyes turned to meet his, smiling, and then became more solemn as he gazed deeply into Michael's.

Michael anticipated what was about to happen and was prepared as Remy lowered his lips to his. Michael's lips were soft, moist and yeilding. As Remy opened his mouth and caressed Michael's lips with a gently inquiring tongue, Michael opened his own and slowly thrust his own tongue past Remy's, caressing it as his entered Remy's mouth. Remy's hands began passionately to caress Michael's chest, ribs and stomach. Michal raised his arms to embrace Remy and stroked his back in long firm strokes from shoulder to thigh. He turned to his side facing Remy, and they embraced passionately, grinding their lips and thrusting tongues together, first in Michael's mouth and then in Remy's. Their arms were tightly around each other stroking and caressing every available expanse of skin. They were pressed against each other from chest to knees, their genitals rubbing against the other's insistently. They began to become large and hard, throbbing hotly against each other.

Remy rolled over, forcing Michael to his back with Remy on top of him. Remy began to squirm down, breaking the passionate kiss of his lips and kissing his neck and shoulders. His tongue flicked Michael's nipples and sucked them voraciously as he kissed and licked downwards. He was between Michael's legs, and his tongue thrust into the indention of his navel. He moved lower kissing each protruding point of Michael's pelvic bones at either hip. His lips and tongue were in his thick pubic growth, wetting it as his hand grasped and moved the hard throbbing cock away. Now his tongue licked at the fold between thigh and testicles and over Michael's testicles, taking them, one at a time, gently into his mouth and caressing them with his tongue.

He raised his head and kissed the length of the hot, hard shaft and enclosed the head of Michael's cock in his searching mouth licking in fast, firm circular motions and sucking firmly. His mouth moved down the shaft and Michael thrust deeply into his mouth, and within minutes, all too soon but not soon enough, Michael tightened his grasp of Remy's curly locks, and thrust urgently, emptying pulsating jets of cum into his mouth. Remy continued to suck him clean as Michael's cock softened and he regained his normal breath and pulse.

Immediately upon being released by Remy's lips, Michael pulled Remy up and kissed his come covered lips passionately, rolled him over and slid down his body kissing and licking passionately and wetly, as Remy had done to him. He stared lovingly at the blond pubic growth and the perfectly straight, beautiful cock.

"So beautiful. Beautiful Remy."

He lowered his mouth and engulfed it, sucking furiously and running his warm, wet tongue down its length and around its sides. As his head bobbed up and down, Remy watched his wetly gleaming shaft thrust into and out of Michael's mouth. He combed his fingers through Michael's hair and grasped it as Michael's avid lips and tongue moved up and down. His cock became harder and lengthened. "Unghhh," he groaned, as release was imminent, "I'm coming, Michael." The suction Michael's mouth increased and, with firmer, faster strokes, his tongue stroked the large, swollen vessel on the underside of Remy's cock. Remy's cock was flexing furiously and then jerked and spasmed as he flooded Michael's mouth with spurting streams of his salty-sweet cum.

Afterwards they lay together, kissing and tasting their own semen on each other's lips and in their mouths.

"I never imagined this," Michael said.

"What?"

"That I'd like it - love it so much."

"I never thought it would become this . . . well, this mutual!" Remy said. "I thought I'd maybe get to suck your cock and then that would be it. But this! I couldn't have even imagined such perfection."

"Yeah." Michael was silent for several minutes as they held one another. "Remy?"

"Yes, Michael."

"I don't want this end, do you?"

"I can't stand to think about it."

"We've got to figure something out. I get to Raleigh-Durham every two weeks, and I can arrange to stay in that area for two or three days. I do that sometimes, now."

"I'd love that, Michael."

"We only live three or four miles from each other in Atlanta, but that doesn't do much good. We can't very well go to each other's homes for . . . for this. Of course, we can figure out a place or go to a motel. But I want us to be together for more than just this, too."

Remy felt that he would explode with happiness. Was it possible? Was Michael saying that he loved him? Maybe even as Remy had realized last night that his lust for Michael was becoming something more, something more profound? His eyes stung and a couple of tears splashed Michael's shoulders.

"What's wrong, Remy? Did I do something? D-did I . . . was it what I said?" He felt Remy's head nod. "D-did I scare you?"

"No, Michael. I'm just happy. I-I love you, Michael, and what you said made me think that maybe you loved me, too . . . a little."

Michael was shocked, at Remy's words, and then amazed, as he examined his own feelings. "I think I do, Remy. I think maybe I love you a lot."

They spent the remainder of the day in the motel room, occasionally watching some of the all male triple-x channel, but mostly talking about a variety of subjects. That night, before sleep, they again had sex with one another and, again, when Remy awakened to find Michael between his legs slowly sucking his cock.

The next morning, Michael took Remy to the bus station to catch a bus to Raleigh- Durham. They'd decided that since no one knew Remy was coming home, it would be better for him to go back to school. Michael was scheduled to be in Raleigh-Durham for two days of business in three weeks, and he promised Remy to make it at least three and to stretch it to four if possible.

Three weeks later Michael arrived in Raleigh-Durham a little after ten o'clock at night. Remy was expecting his call when he arrived, but Michael called twenty miles outside of Raleigh-Durham and asked him to meet him at the Avis Rent-a-Car at the airport. When Michael arrived, Remy was already in the terminal. Michael wanted him to rent a car for three days and gave him $150 in cash to do so. Remy was to come to the bar at the Residence Inn, and Michael would meet him.

Michael had checked out the hotels. The Residence Inn had suites with kitchenettes and king-sized beds and a private entrance. When he checked in, he told the desk clerk that his kid brother from college might be staying over and asked for two keys. It developed that the corporate rate was a single rate, single or double, and Michael was not asked for any information concerning his "brother." He met Remy in the bar, and they had a beer and then left for the room.

They'd barely shut the door behind them, when Remy had his arms around Michael, kissing him and Michael was ardently returning both embrace and kiss.

"Whoa," said Michael, breaking away. "Let's get our things put away and get more comfortable."

"I don't have anything except what I'm wearing."

"Well, you won't need it. You won't even need what your wearing very long. Help me get some things out of my car." Michael had stopped at a grocery store and had bought some breakfast rolls, orange juice and coffee.

Michael insisted on unpacking his bag and arranging his toiletries. Making sure that the drapes were pulled and the door doubled locked and night chain in place. He and Remy turned back the spread and removed it from the bed.

Only then did he approach Remy to embrace and kiss him. Remy stepped back from the embrace and reached for Michael's tie which he removed and hung up in the closet. Next the shoes and socks which he lined up neatly on the closet floor. The shirt, slowly unbuttoned and then hung in the closet. Michael began to get the message and a smiled tremored at the corners of his mouth. When Remy undid his belt and the fastener at the waistband of his trousers, slowly unzipped his fly, let them drop to the floor, picked them up and began to fold them for hanging, Michael took them from him and tossed in a heap in the corner. Remy smiled in satisfaction as he pulled Michael's tee shirt over his head. He noticed that Michael was wearing new briefs, contour bikinis that showed off his muscular body to advantage and lifted and slightly thrust forward his genitals.

He knelt before Michael and looked at the briefs and their contents. "New?"

Michael blushed slightly. "I wanted to be attractive for you."

"You are, Michael, and would be in anything, but I like these." He brought his hand to the bulge in the briefs and traced his finger around Michael's cock barely concealed under the thin jersey. Placing his hands on the elastic he slowly pulled the briefs down. As the dark, soft curly pubic hair was revealed, Remy put his face in it, inhaled with a sigh of satisfaction and kissed it around the edges and then all over. Leaning back he pulled further, gazing at the large, soft tube of flesh as he slowly uncovered it. Michael put a hand on his shoulder to steady himself and stepped out of it. Remy laid his cheek against the soft genitals and reached around to cup and squeeze Michael's buttocks with firm but gentle pressure.

Turning his face into Michael's genitals he kissed them and would have taken his cock into his mouth immediately, but Michael held him and stepped back. "Wait," he said. "Stand up a minute." Remy complied, and Michael disrobed him, stripping him to his Fruit of the Loom briefs. Michael grasped them and ripped them down the sides, letting the pieces drop to the floor.

"Michael! I don't have any others!"

Michael picked up the ripped cloth, dropped them in the trash can, and brought a package to Remy. It was six pairs of the same bikini contour briefs in white, heather grey and black. "I brought these for you, but you won't need them any time soon."

Remy to Michael by the hand, led him to the king sized bed, and coaxed him to lie down. He joined him, laying on his side facing Michael's body propped against a stack of pillows. Remy kissed him lingeringly, and Michael opened his lips to his gently inquiring tongue. As they kissed deeply, Remy explored Michael's body with his hands, probing his pectoral muscles with soft squeezes and stroking the light growth of hair on his stomach, his pubic area and genitals, his inner thighs, and his lips and tongue slowly and lingeringly followed the same, skipping over the genital area as he spread Michael's thighs to obtain access to the soft, sensitive skin of his inner thighs. He raised his head and took Michael's hardening cock into his mouth, sighing with satisfaction as he licked the smooth skin of the head of Michael's cock and slid his lips down the shaft to its base. As he entered his rhythm, Michael began to thrust gently and run his fingers through his hair. After a minute or so, Michael said, "Wait a minute. I need to move." He shifted from the stacked pillows to lay flat on his back, and Remy shifted with him, Michael's cock still throbbing in his mouth.

"Turn around, Remy. I want you while your sucking me."

Remy shifted around and Michael guided him to straddle his head. Remy's beautiful cock was withing inches. Michael placed his hands on Remy's buttocks and pulled him down, raising his head to capture the hard flesh. At first it was awkward, but after a few minutes their rhythm was synchronized - Remy raising and lowering his mouth along the length of Michael's cock and Michael thrust in and out, and Remy moving his hips up and down as Michael's head moved up and down along Remy's cock. Michael wrapped his arms around Remy's waist and hips as he sucked, and Remy ran his hands under Michael's buttocks to stroke and squeeze. The speed and passion of their sucking and thrusting each signaled to the other the nearing orgasm. Each of them felt the other's cock lengthen and harden in their mouths, and almost simultaneously, their cocks began to jerk as they shot spurting streams of semen into each other and swallowed rapidly.

Afterwards they lay in each other's arms. "Have you ever done that before, Remy?"

Remy had but he wasn't about to burst Michael's bubble. "No, Michael, I never have. It was wonderful." And at that moment, it was as if he never had!