Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Airport Jock

I didn't notice him at first, but I heard him. When the airline announced that our flight would be delayed at least an hour, I heard his low voice saying "Oh, shit." He was sitting across from the check-in desk, wearing a thin white tank top and thin, but body-hugging grey shorts. He looked like a college jock. The baseball cap pushed low on his head shielded much of his face. Once I noticed him, I couldn't stop looking at him. He sat wide-legged, and my eyes raked up and down his muscular, hairy legs.

He wasn't a huge guy, but he was built tall and muscled. He put his hands up to his cap and knocked it back. I loved the pump of his biceps as he moved. He had thick, dark hair and I wondered why he didn't leave it uncovered. Since he and I both seemed to be stuck on the same plane delay, I decided to talk to him. I had no where else to go. I didn't think he was gay, but he looked so sexy and seemed to have a very relaxed attitude about his body. He acted like he appreciated being in great shape but didn't seem stuck up at all. "Hi. Are you going to Atlanta, too?" I said. He looked into my eyes for the first time and boy did I like what I saw. Deep, dark, sparkles greeted me.

His eyes looked alive and sexy. Despite no chance of touching him, I definetely wouldn't mind just looking at this hot jock. Of course he was a wrestler. I love jocks and fantasize about messing around with them all the time. Wrestlers are one of the best, in my mind. When I was 16, I went on a camping trip with some buddies, two which were on the high school wrestling team. I shared a tent with the 136 pounder, Tim. He slept in tight jockey shorts and I could barely sleep with his nearly nude body so close. In the morning we started kidding about the close quarters and the kidding led to some touching and the next thing I knew, Tim wrapped his arms around me and put me in some kind of wrestling hold. I didn't even fight him, his warm skin felt so good against me. I always regretted not fighting back and prolonging the play-wrestling. Who knows where it might have led?

So, about 8 years later, me at age 25, had visions of being in a tent with this new guy. "Yeah, I live there. I'm on my way home from a wrestling camp." "I'm Jason," I said, putting out my hand. "Matt," he said, as he extended his large hand and firmly grasped my own. "Good to meet you. Yeah, I started out this morning at 6 a.m.," Matt said. "Now it's almost 10, I've been in airplanes and airports all day. I'm beat." He pushed his arm up over his head, showing his sexy armpits and rippling muscles along the openings in his tank. He lifted his hips and got into a great stretch. He closed his eyes as he did it, and I took the opportunity to check out his crotch. The shorts showed a smooth bulge.

Was he wearing a jock, I wondered? "Where was your wrestling camp?" I asked. "I've been working out in a summer camp at Iowa State," he said. "But we spent the weekend at a buddies farm about four hours away from the airport, so we had to get going early." Just then, the airline announced that the plane had a major mechanical problem: the pilot decided it needed a complete brakejob. Our one hour looked like a much longer wait. I walked over to the desk and asked if we could at least get a meal voucher for the airport. The flight attendant glared at me and said no way. But then she brightened and said they had overbooked and if I wanted to volunteer, she'd put me up in a hotel right away, pay for dinner and breakfast, and fly me out in the morning. I took her up on the offer and she said to hold tight. I walked back to Matt. Those beautiful eyes looked questioningly at me.

"I'm on the volunteer list," I said. "They're going to put me up in a hotel tonight and fly me out in the morning." Matt decided to volunteer too, but by the time he got to the desk, about five others had already signed up. Then the airline announced another hour delay. He slumped back in his chair, flopped his legs out wide, leaned back his head and groaned. His body looked so good. I felt my cock harden up as I took in his near-nakedness from his barefeet in his sandals, to those sinewy, tight thighs, dusted with just the right amount of black hair. I wanted to run my hands up those legs and hear Matt make that same moan for a different reason. "I'm so beat. I wish I could just go to sleep," he said.

A far-out idea ocurred to me. I absolutely believed it wouldn't work, but my cock took over on this one. I just followed. "Well, I have a hotel room. There's no reason why we can't share it. Maybe you could take the morning flight, too," I suggested. He lifted his head and looked at me a minute. His face broke into a wide smile, showing perfect, white teeth. His eyes narrowed just a bit but still shined. "You kidding?" I shook my head. "Wow. I'm just beat. I wouldn't mind that. I'm gonna check." He asked me to watch his stuff and moved toward the desk. I got my first view of his other side and it didn't help the stiffness in my shorts. He had nice, solid shoulders that tapered to a tight waist.

His butt looked great, on top of really sexy thighs and calves. The muscles in his lower legs bulged as he strode over to the flight check-in desk. His "stuff" consisted of a large, green duffle bag with a pair of beat-up wrestling shoes dangling from one handle and a smaller Nike bag. Soon, he returned with that unbelieveably sexy smile on his face. I couldn't avoid looking at his thigh muscles bulge as he walked toward me. "Done," he exclaimed. "This is really cool of you, dude. So let's go." We each picked up our luggage and took the shuttle to the hotel. My heartbeat doubled just from being near this guy. Matt, a laid-back guy to begin with, now relaxed totally with me. My offer to share turned me into a friend almost instantly, it seemed. I told him to wait by the elevators and I'd take care of the registration. I didn't tell them about Matt and asked for just a single room, which meant one bed.

When I returned to the elevators, Matt was waiting, holding one bag in his arm, causing the bicep to bulge out. I explained that since I was sneaking him in, we'd have to share a bed. I hope he didn't mind... He had pushed his cap way back on his head and it framed his smooth, sexy face. "No prob, Jase. I've been sleeping on dorm beds with three other guys for a month." We entered our room on the seventh floor and he immediately threw his duffle on the floor and began to rustle inside it. "I'm gonna clean up a little. Need to use the john?" I said no and watched as he undid the velcro on his sandals and padded into the bathroom. I sat on the edge of the bed and tried to calm down while he brushed his teeth and cleaned up. The room had one large bed and the typical TV/dresser/desk set up. I wanted to have Matt's moans fill this room and I wanted to be the person who caused them.

I hoped I hadn't misjudged him. I thought of just sliding my hands accidently into his crotch when we got into bed. Or maybe I could just jump him. Then I remembered: he was a wrestler. He'd pin my ears back, literally. I was in good shape, trim, nice wavy blond hair, good legs from lots of biking, but I sure didn't have any physical advantage. He came out before I could come up with a plan. It didn't matter. He had stripped off his shirt in the bathroom and it almost took my breath away. He had exactly the kind of build I loved. High, tight pecs,with a long, muscled torso. His abs were as tight, flat and hard as coverboys on men's health magazines. He had nice amount of black hair in the center of his chest and a sexy shading at the base of his abs.

I just stared. "Oh, man. I'm going straight under the covers. I hope you don't want to watch TV or anything, Jase?" I didn't and told him and the next thing I knew, he reached up and pulled his white shorts down, revealing a snug, dark blue pair of bikini briefs that cupped his nice mound. It wasn't a jock strap but oh did the briefs look good with his tan skin and black hair. He pulled down the blankets and slid into bed. I cleaned up a bit, too, then joined him in bed. I kept my shorts on, just to hide my hard-on. The shirt stayed to avoid naked chest-to-chest contact. I wanted to feel his tight chest next to mine but might lose my load if it happened, I thought. Matt lay on his back, one sheet intersecting his abdomen and part of his briefs. He had one arm behind his head, exposing his rippled lats and lots of black curly hair in his armpits. I turned out the light and carefully slid into bed next to him.

He sighed contentedly. "Dude, this was really a great move. I wouldn't of thought of it." I turned my head and looked into his eyes, now just inches away. "Hey, Matt. I'm glad it worked out. I'm traveling alone and you're good company." He smiled back and beamed those sparkling dark eyes right at me. I wanted to touch him so bad. "So, Jase, I didn't ask, are you going to see anybody special?" "No," I said. "I'm on vacation and I'm visiting some friends in Atlanta." "You're not, uh, married, right?" he asked. "Nope. Single and available," I said. He closed his eyes but I could tell he wasn't asleep. I looked at his profile in the darkened room. Then he was moving, turning on his side so he was facing me. I didn't move. "So Jase, do you have a girlfriend?" he asked. I paused way too long. I just decided to be honest. "No, no girlfriend." He lay in silence for quite a bit. "How about a boyfriend," he said softly. I looked over and his eyes were open. They sparkled even in near darkness. He had the smallest smile on his face. "Uh, well," I stammered. "Actually, uh, not--not right now."

He kept an even gaze on me. "You're gay, aren't you Jason?" I stopped breathing for a minute. The situation with this guy was moving faster than I even fantazied. If I came out to him, I just didn't think he would freak out. Matt seemed way to laid back. I turned my head toward his and just nodded. His smile grew a bit more. "I knew it." "How?" I asked. "Well, I saw how you looked at me. I've seen it before. I know I'm in pretty good shape and I've just seen guys look at me like that. Plus, I saw the pin on your backpack." I suddenly remembered it. I had a small lambda pin on an inside flap of my backpack. It had been there forever. I put it there to let other gay guys make an easy ID.

I never imagined a sexy college wrestler would pick up on it, too. "Are you?" I asked softly? "No, I'm not." I felt the disappointment begin inside me. Big mistake, I told myself. How could I even imagine messing around with this guy. "Well, don't worry, I --" He cut me off. "But I've always been curious." We both became completely silent. The next few moments would decide the whole evening. I felt like it was my turn. My mind, caught up in lust and his aroma, couldn't work very fast. I just started talking. "Matt, I really didn't invite you to jump on your body. You are so sexy to me, yes, but I like you too and really, you don't have to worry about me doing anything to you." Matt had turned over and lay on his back now, staring up at the ceiling.

The faint light outlined his hair, his strong forehead, his small nose, his sexy cheeks. "I've been wrestling since I was 11," he said. "I've had a few guys grope me in matches and I even kinda messed around with one guy on the team. But I never could let anything happen back home. It just seemed too scary." He turned to face me. "But I've felt really relaxed with you, Jase. I barely know you, but I feel comfortable. And...well, I was just wondering, if you could....show me...." I looked right at him. He glanced at me nervously and this time I smiled. He caught it, looked back, and attempted a nervous grin. "Jase, I would so much like to. You turn me on like you wouldn't believe." He smiled more and self-consciously looked down. "Really?" That turned me on even more. He knew he had a great build, but he had no arrogance about it whatsoever. I decided to begin the plunge. I loved being the teacher, even though he would actually control the pace. I moved my hands up and placed them on his chest. The fell of his warm, smooth skin made me moan just a bit. I felt his body tighten as I made contact. "Matt.

I want you to turn over on your stomach. We'll go as far as you want. Anytime you want to stop, say so. It's your show." He looked at me, closed his eyes, nodded and turned on his stomach. I pulled the pillows out of the way, and pushed the sheet down off both of our bodies. I could feel the heat rising off his body. "I'm going to start with a massage, Matt. You just relax and let me know how it feels. Is it okay if I straddle you? He grunted a yes as I settled onto his body, just below his ass. I asked him to push his arms out to the sides and began rubbing his muscular shoulders. His skin was so tan and smooth. He had virtually no hair on his back, except for a dusting near the spot where his ass began rising in his tight bikinis. I didn't know if he could feel my hardon or not but I felt like an iron rod couldn't be any stiffer than my cock. I was glad I had my briefs and a pair of shorts on.

It might've ripped through less material. As I ran my hands down his lats, he let out a tiny sound. "Matt, if it feels good, let me know. It also turns me on." I began running my fingers up along his spine, and he let out a long, moan. "Ohhhhh, Jase. That's really goooood." My hands touched every inch of his back. I leaned forward as I rubbed his shoulders again and breathed in the smell of his skin. It smelled sweet, warm and slightly perfumed, like he had used talcum power on it. I wanted to kiss and lick his back, but first things first. I shifted down as my hands pressed and massaged his lower back. Matt shifted his legs a bit, causing his ass to pump up, first one cheek, then the other. He didn't have the roundest ass I had ever seen, but it was very nice. I hoped those hairs continued down his buns. My hands skimmed along the tops of his bikini briefs and I let one finger slip under for a second.

He moaned. I shifted lower, aiming for his thighs and quickly brushed my hands over his ass. They felt solid and packed. His thighs were magnificent. His sexy black hairs tickled my fingers as I kneaded the back of his legs. I made my hand into a fist and ran it along the outside of his leg, pushing the muscles down, down. "Jase, oh yeah, that's soooo niiiice," he breathed. I could see his body had relaxed. He had one arm along his side, the other straight out. His legs were spread open and his head was turned to the side. I moved down to his feet, and lifted his calf as I massaged each toe, then ran my hand up and down from his knee to his ankle. I leaned down and blew softly on the back of his knee.

Matt's moans filled the room. He made the sound I had first heard in the airport. THis time, it was in response to my massage. I was in heaven. My young jock switched his head to the other side and lifted his midsection and ass up off the bed for a moment. I ran my hands upthe inside of his strong legs, almost touching the bulge of his balls in his tight blue briefs. I could see his chest expand as I came close. It was time to bare that ass.

My young jock switched his head to the other side and lifted his midsection and ass up off the bed for a moment. I ran my hands up the inside of his strong legs, almost touching the bulge of his balls in his tight blue briefs. I could see his chest expand as I came close. It was time to bare that ass. But first, I wanted to feel more of him. I leaned forward on my hands, and slid my thighs along his warm, hairy legs. My goal was to press my body totally on top of Matt and feel all him all over me. I could feel him begin to tense up his body as my weight settled on him. I slid my hands along his arms and moved my face right to the back of his head. I slid the rest of my body up until all of me fit on top of him.

My cock, still wrapped in my shorts, bulged out and slid into the space between his buns. I wiggled my hips a bit as I smelled the sweet scent of Matt's hair. He responded and moved his ass up and down. It was almost tentative. I think Matt wasn't quite sure how far he wanted to go. "How's that feel, Matt?" "Ohh, Jase. I love your body on top of me. Oh, wow. I can feel your hard-on." "It's all because of you," I said. "You are so handsome." I slid my hands along his sides, up and down, then lifted my body up. Matt shifted again, flexing both of his cheeks under the bikini briefs. I wanted to see him totally nude. I leaned forward and softly blew my warm breath along the top of his butt. I took just one finger and slowly traced a few figure eights along his lower back. Matt has stopped even attempting to speak. All that came out of him was a chorus of groans and moans.

The more pleasure he felt, the higher pitched and louder he moaned. I loved it. I slipped my finger under the soft cotton fabric of his briefs, just for a moment, feeling the warmth envelop my finger and the tickle of many hairs on my finger tip. Then I combined soft breaths and my single finger along his cheeks, rubbing firmly on his covered ass. "Unnnhhhhhh," Matt moaned. "Ohhhh, Jase, wow. Yeahhh. Ooooo. That's sooooo good." "I want to see your ass, Matt," I said. "Do you want me to?" "Oh, yesssss. Please. Man, you are making me feel so hot. Yeah." With my face just millimeters from his butt, I put two fingers inside each side of his underwear and pulled them down about an inch.

I could see that sexy black hair began to thicken through the valley between his cheeks and very light amount of hair covered all that I could see. This was going to be good. I leaned forward and softly kissed his butt. He smelled so good. I moved my tongue all over the exposed ass. Matt moaned almost continuously. I don't know how he kept taking in air. I slowly worked my kisses lower onto his ass, but I avoided the center. I planted soft kisses on one cheek, then moved to the other.

Slowly, I eased his bikini's down. Now half of his ass glowed underneath me. I could see his white butt, nicely dusted with hair, and the stark contrast to his tanned, broad back and his muscular, brown legs. I ran my hands down Matt's legs again, then up to his cheeks. One more tug and his entire butt lay exposed. I moved closer, positioning myself so that Matt's tight legs cradled me, and my hands were free to touch his back, butt and upper thighs. I rubbed his hot skin as I kissed and licked first one side of his ass, then the other. Each time I moved a little closer to the crease. Matt didn't have the classic bubble butt. He was built much too lean and long. But he felt so firm and his ass did have those classic dimples on each side. I spent a lot of time caressing those small circles and Matt flexed his butt in response, making it, and him, look even sexier. Every time I moved toward his asshole his moans became much louder, almost shouts. I didn't have to ask. He had never allowed anyone else to ever do this to him before. Softly, I breathed into the dense, black hairs in the center of his butt.

I put both hands right on the high, muscular tops of his ass and spread his cheeks just a bit. As I moved forward, Matt got louder and began saying "Ohhhh, Ohhhh, Ohhhh" over and over. I blew once, then extended my tongue and quickly flicked it back and forth. Another breath, another lick, closer and closer, sometimes high, sometimes low. I couldn't see his cock at all because his blue bikini briefs still covered that area. But I knew he was hard. Especially when I zeroed in on the center of his ass. He smelled clean and smoky at the same time. My wrestling jock took very good care of himself, it seemed, in every way. As my tongue wormed through the moist, dark hairs and touched the outside of his anus, Matt began moaning my name over and over, too. I kept it up, licking him, tasting him, feeling his hard muscles rippled as he moved his ass up and down and tried to turn his head from one side to the other. Finally, I let up and Matt melted into the sheets. He had begun to sweat and small beads of moisture glistened in the center of his back. I let him catch his breath. "Oh, Jase. My god, what were you doing.

I've never felt so much intense feeling in my life. That was...wonderful." I didn't say anything for a moment, I just ran my hands up and down his legs. He felt different totally relaxed. I looked at Matt's thick, full hair on the back of his head, the wide, brown shoulders, the taper from his back to his firm, tight waist, with those two white cheeks exposed and framed by his underwear, and his long, tough legs. "If it's too much, we can stop," I teased. "NO," he said. "No. It's just all so new. I've never had anyone...do that to me," Matt said. "I kinda figured," I said. Matt smiled into the bedsheet, his eyes still closed. He looked rested to me. I began running my hand in circles on his back, warming him up again.

His skin felt so smooth. I concentrated on his sides, feeling his lats and the sides of his ribcage. I moved gently over this senstive area as Matt twitched slightly. Now that I had become well acquainted with one side of his body, it was time to say hello to the other. I got up on my hands and knees, still over him, and began working my hand underneath his body. Matt shifted his torso a bit to give me some room, but I didn't want him turning over, yet. I wanted to touch first. I'd have plenty of time to look, later. "Don't roll over Matt. I want to just feel your body just like you are," I told him. As handsome and built as he looked from this side, I couldn't wait to see how nature had bestowed him on the other. I've never been a size queen. Instead, I've always been fascinated by the beautiful shapes that cocks come in. I had a feeling Matt's would be just like his long, firm, build. I worked my hand along his abs.

This is probably my second most favorite part of a man's body. Matt didn't have abs of marble, but his waist felt tight, hard and flat. I spread my hand out wide and pushed my fingers along his body, feeling his incredibly sexy abs. I moved my hand down and brushed along the hairs around his belly button. His bikini's had hitched down a bit, exposing some pubic hair and I pushed my fingers back and forth through it. It felt thick and silky at the same time, and slightly moist from all the activity on the other side of his body. I moved further down and touched a hard lump covered in soft cotton. Matt erased any doubts about what I was feeling when his moans picked up in intensity. It was almost like we were playing hot-cold. His moans worked like a homing beacon for me, guiding to the places he loved the best. "Matt. Now it's time. I'd love it if you'd turn over." He moved his hands down and pushed off the bed, causing his developed triceps to flex as he flipped to his side, then shifted to his back. "Now just close your eyes, push your arms out to the sides, and relax," I said. In a workd, he looked magnificent.

His tight blue briefs held his bulging penis against his abdoment. I raked my eyes up his body, looking at the defined abs, the black hairs in the center of his chest, the dark tufts under each arm. Moving my body over his legs once more, I began massaging his shoulders. I knew I was moving too soon, but I could barely keep myself from bringing my lips toward his full, ripe mouth. I guessed Matt had a good amount of kissing experience. I ran my hands over his pecs. He had a nice rise on both sides, with a medium nipple perched right on the bottom edge of his blocked pectorals. As my hands cupped and rubbed his chest, I let one fingernail tease a nipple. "Oh, wow. That was great, Jase." "You mean...this," I said as I flicked his other nipple. "Yessss. Oh, nice." "You have sensitive nipples, Matt? Do you like it when I play with them?" "Yeah. I do it once in a while, when I beat off." I flicked my finger rapidly back and forth over one, then the other. Both actions brought a full,deep moan from Matt. And as I glanced down, I could see the bulge in his shorts hadn't changed a bit.

I moved down toward his crotch, intent now on unveiling his cock. I rubbed my hand over his hard-on, smoothing the bikinis. His penis seemed to arch up, another real turn-on for me. I slid down the bed a bit more, and leaned into his crotch. I let my warm breath seep through the material, warming his cock as I breathed the warm, rich odor. I slipped my fingers under the briefs and smoothly pulled them down. His cock looked magnificent. I arched up toward his stomack, about 6 inches, thick, and framed in a mass of dark, shiny pubic hair. It curved up out of his crotch and pressed slightly against the lower part of his abdomen. I watched it pulse as I anticipated what was going to be a very long, wet, and exciting blow job. For both of us.

I moved down toward his crotch, intent now on unveiling his cock. I rubbed my hand over his hard-on, smoothing the bikinis. His penis seemed to arch up, another real turn-on for me. I slid down the bed a bit more, and leaned into his crotch. I let my warm breath seep through the material, warming his cock as I breathed the warm, rich odor. I slipped my fingers under the briefs and smoothly pulled them down. His cock looked magnificent. I arched up toward his stomack, about 6 inches, thick, and framed in a mass of dark, shiny pubic hair. It curved up out of his crotch and pressed slightly against the lower part of his abdomen. I watched it pulse as I anticipated what was going to be a very long, wet, and exciting blow job. For both of us. I let it expand to its full size. His penis had a nice, helmet head and a gentle arch that pinned the broad head just under his belly button.

Matt moved his hips a bit, causing his cock to bob a bit from side to side. But he was so hard, it didn't move very far. I felt so excited watching him lying there, arms spread, totally nude, eyes closed, so lean and sexy, with his dick as hard as steel. I leaned forward and blew a soft stream of air up and down the length of his shaft. "Unnnhhhhhh. Yessssss. Oh, Jase.......," Matt said. "I....I....man, just do it." "Do what?" I teased. "C'mon!" he said more forcefully, but with a small smile on his face.

Matt tipped his head forward and fixed those dreamy dark eyes on me. "I want you to suck me." "Oh, I will, Matt. But I want to do something else, first. You just lay back, relax, and let me know how it feels," I said. I moved forward on the bed, stretching out until my head came even with Matt's. I laid on my side, resting my head on one hand. With my other, I traced a pattern over Matt's pec, his nipple, those firm abs, and down into his pubic hair. Matt opened his eyes a bit but I warned him off. "Hey, no peeking. Just lay back and feel," I said. He smiled, shook his head slightly, and layed back down. His abs had flexed as his head lifted and when he relaxed, the muscles smoothed out once again.

I took one hand and slowly encircled his cock. Gently, I began stroking his penis, up and down. Matt turned his head to one side, then the other as my fingers moved up and down his cock. His thick cock fit into my hand so well, and was just long enough to let me move my hand up about a hand-length, then back down. I concentrated on the inside of the head of his cock and settled into a rhythm. "Jase," he said breathily. "Yes, Matt." "It...feels...great." "Mmm. I'm glad." "You can't keep this up, though, man." "Why not, Matt," I said, stroking his shaft, up and down. Matt's body began revealing the pleasure it was feeling from my hand. Every few minutes a tremor would move through his body as the sensations traveled from the thick head to his brain and back out to every part of his sexy jock body.

The heat poured off Matt now and I could see moist patches under his pecs and along his belly. I didn't want to make him cum this way but I was willing to push it. Because I didn't know him very well, I didn't know when I would get too close, but I didn't think it would necessarily end the evening if it happened. "Because I'll shoot. I haven't had anyone beat me off since I was a little kid. Oh, wow." Another tremor moved through his body. "Jase, c'mon, I'm getting close...." I leaned forward, still jacking him, and moved my lips to his nipple.

I stuck out my tongue and flicked it back and forth, back and forth, causing his tit to harden and poke out of his solid pecs. "Ahhhhh, yessssssss. Wow, man oh, yeah," Matt said, moving his head from side to side. He moved one hand toward his dick, motioning like he wanted to take over the masturbation but I released his penis and pushed his hand away. "Oh, no, Matt. That's cheating." "Aww, you're killing me," Matt said, with a smile in his voice. "You get me close but not close enough, Jase." "Maybe that's the idea," I said. "Just go with it." Matt laid his hand back down. He was totally into this jack off. He lifted his hips a bit. I kept a solid grip on his cock, but didn't let all of my fingers touch him at one time. His penis was like a bar of curved steel. His thigh muscles bulged as I jacked him, and I loved watching his legs flex and move under their dust of black hairs. My cock was ready to blow, too, just looking at his hot body.

I knew when it was my turn, that I probably wouldn't be able to last as long as Matt. I pulled his cock away from his body, then let it thump against his body. His balls, nestled in his shiny black pubic hair, seemed tight. That, I knew, was a dangerous sign. I resumed my steady stroking. Matt spread his arms out to both sides of the bed, seemingly steadying himself before each wave of feeling raced up and down his lean, tight body. "Jase!" he shouted. "Yeah?" "I'm getting close. Really, you're going to jack me off, I'm going to shoot. It feels sooo good. Please, let me cum, Jase." As soon as he said that, I slowed down my strokes. His penis had gotten thicker, if that was possible, making it harder for me to wrap my hand around it. This was one hot jock and I wanted to keep this going for a lot longer.

"I'm getting so close. You're going to make me shoot. It feels sooooo good, Jase. Please, let me cum." As soon as he said that, I slowed down my strokes. His penis had gotten thicker, if that was possible, making it harder for me to wrap my hand around it. This was one hot jock and I wanted to keep this going for a lot longer. "I want you to do something first, Matt," I said softly. "What? Tell me." "I want you to get up on your hands and knees." Matt hardly paused. His muscled stomach rippled as he lifted himself to a sitting position. He wrinkled the forehead of his handsome face, his gorgeous eyes full of passion and a question. "Just do it. This will be so good, Matt."

As he turned onto his hands and knees I sat back and looked at him from behind. His dark, black hair flowed up his legs and lightly covered his ass. His cheeks flexed with solid muscle, two huge dimples on each side. He didn't have a large bubble butt, but instead had a lean, muscular ass that fit so well with his lean, jock body. My hard-on almost throbbed as I took in the tight calves, the strong thighs and the dramatic taper from his narrow waist to his broad, sexy shoulders. I moved to the head of the bed, and slid around to my back. "Move over me, Matt. I want you to fuck my mouth." His eyes widened slightly, either with surprise or excitement, I didn't know which.

I moved my legs tightly together and he swung one leg over me, straddling me with his body. I reached up and ran my hands from his bulging shoulders, down the warm muscle, then to his lats, feeling the ridges, then along to his thighs. I pulled slightly, signaling him to begin. "I want to suck your cock and when you get close, I want you to shoot it all over my chest, okay?" Matt nodded as he moved up over me, spread out his arms to brace himself, and moved his thick cock toward my mouth.

My hands reached his ass my heartbeat picked up a beat or two as I ran my fingers over the warm, sexy cheeks and pulled him to me. I took one hand down and reached for his cock. It bobbed in the air, still arching toward his flat, hard abs, and I grabbed the cut head and gently tugged. Matt stretched his torso out and let me guide him down toward my watering mouth. We didn't start right away. I had to tease him just a little. I ran my nose along the side of his thick cock,down to the black, wiry pubic hair, inhaling his wonderful scent. One hand ran along his balls while the other still rested on his ass. His chest filled my vision as he lowered his body closer to mine.

I moved my legs next to his, feeling his hairy thighs tickle mine as he moved. Slowly I rubbed my face along his cock, making it jump up and down. I turned my head slightly to the side and rubbed my cheek along his rock hard abs. I felt the heat of his body all over my face and I could hear his soft grunts as he kept flexing his body, aiming his penis for my mouth. I laid back, pulled him forward with a strong tug, and let him drive his hard cock into my hot, warm mouth. He let a long "oooooohh, yeahhhh" as I took him inside me. My vision was filled with his abdomen, cock and pubic hair. I felt almost as if I was completely surrounded by Matt. The chemistry between us felt so good.

We were crackling along together, moving at the same pace. His big strong cock moved in and out of my mouth, slowly at first as he measured how deeply he could go. I moved my hand from his ass to his arm, finding a bulging mound of solid bicep. I kept my hand there, feeling his muscled arm pump as he lowered down and up, down and up. I kept my lips tight around his cock, rolling my tongue along the underside of his cock. It tasted hot, smoky and sexy. This wrestling jock was one of the hottest guys I had ever been with. I wanted to bring him off but I also didin't want it to end.

Matt began lengthening his slide in and out of my mouth. His strong thrusts pushed my head flat against the pillow. I relaxed and let him set the pace now. In his cock slid, filling my mouth, then out, until the head just cleared my lips. Once or twice he would pull out too far and his cock would pop out, bouncing against his stomach. But he had a feel for the distances and would quickly move his hips down and forward in a push for my mouth. "Oh, Jase. This is so good. I"ve never fucked anyone's mouth. Where....unnhh.....don't, don't stop, man." I didn't have much say in the matter as he continued to flex his strong muscles, pushing his big penis into me. As he dragged his cock in and out, I moved my hand to his waist. I wasn't sure how he reacted when he got close so I wanted to keep tabs on his breathing. I thought that would be the most reliable indicator.

That and the thickness and rigidity of his cock. And man did it get rigid in my mouth. And boy did that turn me on. I moved my other hand to my own cock and began a steady stroking. This hot mouth-fuck sent extra strong shocks straight to my cock. It wouldn't take long for me. I felt very close. Matt began to make small noises--quick intakes of breath as my tongue rubbed along that sensitive spot just under the head of his cock. He seemed on autopilot now. I couldn't see his face but he settled in a steady pace, moving his hard-on in and out of my mouth. I felt his quick intakes of breath as bursts of pleasure raced up and down his body from my sucking.

Through my hand on his waist, I began to feel him tightening up. My sexy airport jock was going to shoot--and shoot soon. It felt so sexy giving him all this pleasure. I wanted to time this so I would come as close to his orgasm as I could. "Unhh. Yeah. I'm so close, I'm getting close, Jase. Oh, oh, oh," Matt said softly, the passion evident in his voice. In and out, in and out, his cock plunged deep into me and I sucked hard, pulling him into my body, feeling his chest pound into my face on each downstroke, rubbing his sweaty, hot skin against mine. "Ohhhhh, I'm gonna shoot. I'm gonna shoot!," Matt said. I kept jacking myself but moved my hand to his flat stomach and gently pushed, hoping he wasn't too lost in the feelings to remember to pull out. Suddenly, he pulled back and dropped to one knee, keeping the other one up to brace himself. He put his hand right on my pec, squeezing my chest and nipple and put the other onto his cock, jacking it off for me. "Here it comes, oooooh yeahh," he said tightly as it started. I felt the first warm contact against the side of my face.

His cum just exploded out of his cock. His muscles rippled as the feelings took over and the vision sent me over the edge, too. "Matt, I'm going to come with you. Yeah, here I come." As blasts of Matt's hot cum splashed on my chest and visions of his muscled, sexy body filled my eyes, I felt myself begin to explode. The feelings felt incredibly intense and they went on for what seemed like a very, very long time. We both moaned as our orgasms rose, then deflated. Matt lowered himself on his side, as I finished shooting my load. I whipped my head back and forth as the feelings moved up and down my body. As they subsided, Matt rolled toward me, bringing his chest into contact with mine, mingling our cum together. He moved forward until his lips touched mine and I breathed in his breath as we kissed. This guy continued to amaze me. I moved my hand to his back and pulled him tightly to me.

We were both pretty sticky but oh did it feel fabulous. I ran one hand through his jet black hair as he broke the kiss and nestled alongside me. "Dude, that was.....great," Matt said with a completely contented sigh. I felt his body relax along mine. I laid still for a moment, feeling his body next to mine, feeling my heartbeat begin to return to normal. I wasn't about to move. I pulled a blanket up and manuevered it over us. I turned my head into Matt and breathed in his sexy smell, as we drifted into a deep, restfull sleep.

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Monday, September 29, 2008

Saturday Shave

It was cold Saturday morning when I woke up. I thought of staying in bed, but why waste the day. There was nothing pressing around the house to be done. A day just to myself and fun. I went to the Bunkhouse to see who else was out and about. That is when I ran into Matt. I had know Matt for at least five years, we always had fun when we ran into each other in the bars. I was surprised to find Matt out on a Saturday morning since he owned a barber shop, not salon, and Saturday was his busiest day. It seems that they were earth quake proofing his building and rather then work around the mess, he closed for a few days.

We talked for awhile, and I told him, he would have to open soon or I would have to get a collar and a leash since my hair was getting just too long. We had a few, when he said that he had to do a few things at the shop and why didn't I go with him and he would cut my hair.

Matt's shop was the old fashion barber shop with three chairs, mirrors on both walls, it looked almost like the ones in the 50's. The front window was covered by plywood construction partition. Matt cut my hair, then he got out his straight razor to trim the back of my neck. When that cold steel touched me my cock stated to lengthen in my jeans. I always did like the touch of steel. Matt noticed my condition and keep running the razor over my neck. That is when he told me to relax and he would be back in a minute. I laid back in the chair which he had lowered, closing my eyes. I must have dozed off for just a moment, because the next thing I knew was that my arms were being bound to the arms of the barber chair. I knew Matt liked to play but we had never played before not that he wasn't a hot looking guy.

He stood about 6', 185#, short wavy broun hair, with a mustache. I started to say something when he shove a towel in my mouth. "since you like the feel of the razor so much you are really going to feel it", was his comment. Matt took my jeans off, and bound my feet together. Then he opened my shirt and took the razor and cut my t-shirt down the center. He started at my neck, slowly taking the hair off my chest and around my tits. Working his way down to my cock which was dripping with pre-cum. Matt was a master with the razor, just enough pressure so that you felt it without it really hurting. He shaved my pubs and my balls, that was about all I could take. My cock explored sending cum all over my freshly shaved chest.

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Sunday, September 28, 2008

The Two Night

"OH, FUCK YOU!" Looking at the dark brown door, I repeated it a few more times. Moments like this it seems better to have not gotten out of bed at all.

Speaking of bed, my mind wandered off into the mist of the night before with Jason Cruze and the way he handled everything, even me. I have know Jay a long time and never fully appreciated his full worth until this trip. Being from the cold east, I let Jay talk me into spending a few days in the city where he was raised and see how the California boys live. It was so far wilder then I expected. Not the sex, though there seems to be plenty of that. I mean the parties and beach things, plus the touring of the city. Sex was all around me, but I had taken about four passes and jacked-off in the hotel room alone. I have this hang-up over the whole thing, being gay and all, and I don't do it too well. So in order not to look like a fool, I just dodge it like the plague. Plus there is Daniel back in Boston and that being faithful thing, all that shit.

I had done pretty well until last night, too. My sexual conduct to date was limited to blow-jobs with Dan, and he was more like trade than anything else. So when I got cornered by Jay in that room last night, I was completely confused about what to do and how to perform. Little did I know what this trip was going to do to that status.

The night had gone great and for some reason Jay was being overly friendly both at dinner and the Gay nightclub he dragged me to afterwards. It was a huge place and packed to the rafters with hot, sexy bodies that were almost naked. Cruising the place, I got some friendly hello's and every time I smiled back, Jay found another song to dance to. Me being the obtuse character I am didn't get his signals and just had fun. On the dance floor Jay grabbed me hard and planted this long, wet kiss on me, tongue and all. That's when it hit me. His behavior all night was leading to sex later. I tried not to think of it, hoping that he would see someone and go on the hunt for him. After the third hot sexed kiss, I pushed him away and walked over to the far corner of the place, finding a bench section with some tables. I sat down and tried to get my breath. I was hot and the sweat had built up so much my hair was sticking to my forehead and my shirt was soaked. I felt slightly dizzy. I managed to sit under the a/c. blower and the cool air felt good. I looked up and Jason was walking up to me. Removing his T-shirt, he stopped in front of me and looked down.

"What's your problem?" he asks with the friendliness of a viper, standing there with nothing covering his smooth hairless chest and those nice large round nipples. I start getting hard in the crotch and begin to reconsider my self-imposed promise regarding Daniel.

"Well?" Jay repeats, now sitting down beside me

"Nothing, pal, I just got hot out there and wanted to sit down" A little lie but I can't fight with anyone tonight.

Jason puts his hand on my knee and leans over and kisses my neck. I turn and place my arm around him. Feeling his damp smooth back I begin now to think with another part of the anatomy that's low on gray matter. With my right hand on his chin I bring his face to my lips and kiss him lightly. Then a second kiss that has a little passion to it. He responds and we sit there in this mob scene kissing for quit a while.

"Lets go," he says as he grabs my arm and we navigate our way out onto the street. The air is cool, with a slight breeze that gives me a chill while walking.

"There's a cab," I say and we flag it down. Hopping in we tell the driver the hotel I am at, Jason's parents live here, so he's staying at their place. The driver has us at the hotel in a flash, much to my dismay, and we make our way to my room. Not one of us has said a word the entire way.

Closing the door behind him, Jason walks over to me and looks straight into my eyes. His stare is hard and deep but there is softness to it. His hands reach for the button of my jeans and undoes it. Opening them, the zipper slides down, exposing the top of my white briefs. Then he unbuttons the tux shirt one button at a time until he reaches my neck, then opens it exposing my chest and midsection. Jay starts to run his right index finger along my collar bones from shoulder to shoulder and back. Stopping at my chin he runs it down along my body to my naval and circles it a few times. His touch is light and as he does this, his face moves close, so close that I can feel the heat of his body on my skin. The finger is now running up and down me between my naval and the waist band of my white classic briefs and he moves so close I feel his buckle against the skin at the waist line. Leaning forward Jason starts to kiss my lips. With that I step back and his kiss is broken short and I turn and walk over to the big plate glass window.

"You suck!" His voice is hard and piercing now. "What's wrong with me? Ted!" he demands as he walks up to me, grabbing my arm and turning me to face him head on.

"Well?" The question has no answer and yet, the answer is in Boston and Jay knew it.

"Look, I can't do this. Jay, you know it has nothing to do with you," I say sounding less convincing to myself then ever.

"Ted, you are a fool," he starts in. "You've spent this trip turning down some of the hottest guys in town and now ME, just to be faithful to the jerk you're with back in Boston. Why?"

I just shrug and sit on the edge of the bed. Jay starts again and I only half listen until.

"TED, LISTEN TO ME, DAMNIT!" he yells, so I look up and he continues. "You have spent three years catering to that stiff and what do you have? Every now and then he decides that he needs a cock-sucker and calls you. You do it all the time. Ted, you're nuts." Jay is pacing the floor as he speaks. "This guy's got you good. I thought after the Peter thing, you would find a fag and be happy, but no, not you, you have to get tied up with a bi guy who doesn't know if he is up or down and treats you like yesterday's newspaper after he wipes his cock off and you sit and take it. Plus, what have you gotten for yourself out of it? Nothing but this warped idea that it might work out someday. You don't even know how to make love the right way, do you?"

On that note I stood. "Enough, Jay, Please just drop it." I walk back to the window and then back to the other bed and sit down on it. "I can't help how I feel about him and, Jay, remember I still have Linda."

"Oh! Yes, Linda. It's great that you are playing bi so your life can be safe. Meanwhile you hook up with a dyke. Great deal you got. A Bi guy and a Dyke. Great deal!" Jay was right and how all this happened would fill a Hugo book. "So tell me what do want for yourself. A life long romance with your palm?"

"Jay, look, lets call it quits for now and just get some sleep? I am tired." I say as I lie on my back on the bed and look at the ceiling. "I don't like spending what time I have here fighting with you about Dan and plus what can I do? He calls the shots. My loving him forces me to just go along to get along."

"The question has no answer, Ted, but you are the fool," he says as he goes into the bathroom.

I stand up and take off my jeans and lie back down on the bed and close my eyes and try to clear my head of all thoughts. All of a sudden my hands are over my head as Jason is lying on top of me and he is kissing me hard and with all the force he could muster. Pulling back his face he says, "When you decide what to do, call me." With that he gets off me and heads for the door. "You know I do love you, but I won't forever." With that he leaves me lying there thinking.

I fell asleep there still half undressed. When I awoke I had a hard-on pushing up my white briefs, causing a good bulge. I start rubbing the cotton-encased erection and thinking of Dan and then of the last day I saw him. My rubbing stops. He spent that night demanding I let him fuck me and I spent it saying no about forty times before he left pissed off at me. I always fall for these damn Bi dudes and they don't even know how to have sex most of the time, let alone make love. Dan in particular. I feel sorry for the poor girl he screwing.

I hear a slight bang at the door and go over to it and look out, oh!, the morning paper.

I stepped out to get it and SLAM, the door shuts behind me. I reach for the ... no key, it is in on the table inside the room.

"Oh, fuck you!" Here I am outside my hotel room in nothing but my briefs and socks.. I look around and spot the house phone. "Good." As I bring it to my ear there is nothing. "Dead, damn it!" Now there is no way to get the door opened and with my luck, some old bag will come off the elevator and start screaming. This trip is starting to sour fast and I know that when help arrives, it will be embarrassing as all hell. I slide down the door in a sitting position and unfold the paper. Then the sound. The elevator doors open. "I'm fucked," I whisper.

From around the corner comes this guy. Tall and rather good looking and he spots me and bursts into laughter. I look at the floor.

"Sorry about that, pal." he says as he reaches the door across from me. "Does look funny, you have to admit."

"Yeah. I am locked out and that phone over there is dead," I say as he laughs harder.

"Thanks," I say .

"Sorry," he says again with a grin and now I am grinning also. "I guess it does look funny, but I don't feel so good about the predicament."

"Look you can use my phone," the guy says as he reaches for the key, turns and unlocks his own door. He is tall and his Dockers cling to his butt real nice and his back is broad and looks strong. I start to feel the stirring in my briefs, so I look at the paper for a second or so of time to calm my dick down.

"Coming?" he asks as he walks into the room.

"I hope not now, at least," I think to myself as I get up and follow him in. He points to the phone between the beds, and I go around and sit on one and lift the receiver. Looking down, I spotted a pair of red lace panties.

"Well, somebody got lucky last night," I say in a whisper. I get the front desk clerk and tell him I am locked out of my room, and he informs me a bellboy will be up right away.

I look up and he is standing in the bathroom's doorway in only a pair of gray boxer briefs. They are one size too small and cling to his legs like lycra and the cock pouch has a good size bulge to it. I tell him that a bell-man is on his way up to let me in. He nods his head and tells me to wait here in his room and turns to go back into the bath. The underwear clinging to his ass shows every curve of his backside's muscles and he is very nice, very nice indeed, I think to myself. I am by now sporting a good size hard-on and then I hear the bellboy's voice. I get up and walk to the door and tell him my room is over there. The young guy has reentered the room and the bellboy gives me that knowing grin, If he only knew he'd be frowning instead.

"Thanks for you help," I say to the guy as I walk out closing his door. Nice ass on that kid is all I could think of as I enter my room and start to get ready for the day.



Day Two:



The elevator ride seams long to me.

"So I was a little rough on you last night." Jason is trying to be kind now after spending the night restating all over again what he said the night before. "I won't bring it up any more."

"No you are right and when I get back to Boston I will deal with both Linda and Dan," I say lowly.

"You mean that, don't you?"

"Yes, I have to at least get Dan out of my system somehow, but I won't like it and Linda, oh this sucks and it all your fault, Jay," I say as we reach my floor. Now I will end this trip with my hand, Jason is out, that I do know.

Turning the corner of the hall we see a body sprawled out on the floor across from my room. Walking up to it. It is the young guy who helped me that morning.

"Is he dead?" Jay asked.

"No, just drunk. Cold. Out cold," I said as I turn the guy over on his back.

"He is a hunk," Jason says as he leans down for a better look.

"Stand up, Jay, he is in need of help not you drooling over him," I said as I look though his pockets for his key.

"Having fun?" Jay's smiling down at me.

"He has no key," I said as I fish his pants. I take a slight feel of his manhood and am pleased at how much he has.

"Teddy, that's not nice." Jason's voice breaks my train of thought. Finding his wallet I stand up.

"Well, who is he?" Jason asks as I open the wallet.

"Well, he is a local boy, from the address in here. Must have been shacking up last night. I'll call down and get someone up to unlock his door. Stay away from him, Jay." I tell Jason as I go inside my room and called downstairs.

"He's not a guest. A girl rented the room and she checked out earlier. He must have come back for some more and passed out instead," I tell Jay upon returning to the hallway.

"Are they coming up?"

"No, no one is coming up. They find him like this and they call the cops and the kid wakes up in a cell with some big studs dick deep up his ass," I said looking down at the guy.

" Damn nice one at that. What do we do?" Jay says

"We, do nothing. You help me get him into my room and he can sleep it off in there. He did me a good turn. I'll repay him now," I said as I put his wallet back in his pocket.

"Why, Ted, are you so kind to this STUD?" Jay has a one track mind.

"Shut up and grab his feet. and help me get him into my room." We carried him into my room and dropped him on one of the beds. Jason goes around to the side of the bed and bends over the guy. "What are you doing?" I ask.

"Just getting his things off. He can't sleep like this now, can he?" Jay says as he loosens the tie.

"Yes, he can. Drunks don't much care what they passed out in," I say taking Jason's arm and pulling him towards the door. "You go home and I handle the lush."

"I'll bet, Ted," he says as I close the door. Heard Jay's "Bastard." I hear the elevator door close.

Turning around to face the room, my gaze goes over to the bottle of Grand Dad bourbon and I walk over to the table and pour a drink.

"Here's to you, guy, she must have been something for you end up like this," I said between gulps.

Looking down at him it became apparent that Jason was right and leaving him dressed would most like chock him as he rolled during his sleep so I decided to undress the slob. A very sexy slob but still a drunk and he smelled so bad. Cheep scotch know dough.

Removing his clothes became a struggle because of his size and the fact his about 180 lbs. was now dead weight and I had to nearly rip the coat and shirt off his arms. The shoes and socks were easier then the pants. I debated whether to just leave them on, but I could tell from the clothes condition he took some pride in his attire so I undid the belt and zipper and pulled them off. I took all the clothes and hung everything in the closet so at least some of the wrinkles would fall out by the time he wakes up. The clothes had the left over odor of his cologne in them and it smelled good much like what Daniel wears sometimes. My thoughts wandered off to that cold place and what I would be doing on a Saturday night if I were not here. No doubt on my knees in front of Dan licking his briefs and sucking his balls until he unloaded in my face and then went home or out to find some chick. Yes, Jason is more right than not. What he doesn't know until Dan get his rocks off, he will permit some kissing and I like his lips a whole hell of a lot.

Turning around my gaze stops at the man laying on the bed. The body is well developed and his arms have good muscle definition to them. His chest is covered with hair that trails to his naval and then to a pair of white boxer briefs that cling to his body just like the grays of this morning. The legs are covered with hair but they have a sexiness about them and his feet a almost perfect in the structure. I walk over to him and then stop dead. His eyes open and one arm starches up over his head and he rolls over on his stomach and sights hard. Now on his stomach I get a good view of his ass and in the tight shorts ... it is letter perfect. Each cheek is formed evenly and the area at the legs is almost to tempting to resist kissing and running my tongue over. I start to step forward and decide not to touch him. I walk into the bath and remove my suit and clothes. I walk out and hang them in the closet beside his. Standing there in my plain old briefs I start to get an erection. I rub my balls thought the cotton and then slide them off and leave them on the floor.

I turned and walked into the bath and turn on the shower. Stepping inside I feel the warm water caress my body and taking the soap I wash every part of myself clean. When I start soaping up my dick and balls real good creating a lot of suds I start to play with my foreskin while cleaning it. The erection is full now and my hands work the skin back and forth over the now full head, mixing soap and the pre-cum together at the crowns slit. I take a full lather of soap and start playing with my ass and its hole. While one finger goes in slightly and my other hand is slowly massaging my rock hard shaft, my mind wanders to the guy on the bed and what it must be like to rub his ass cheeks and lick the crack and them run my tongue up along it until I reach his hole and start to slowly kiss and tongue it until it is soft and then to run my tongue into the hole a little while I play with his balls and his cock. I could just see him moan and spread his legs allowing me to have full access to his nice pink hole with my lips and tongue. I can feel him grab the back of my head and push me deeper into his ass telling me to suck it hard. My hand is pumping hard as my finger fucks my ass while I am dreaming of this stud and I feel my midsection contract and my hand catches the first load of cum and I pour out one big load of semen and sight with pleasure. I wash myself off and step out of the shower and dry off. My penis is still somewhat hard and the guy's face still sticks in my mind as I wipe myself off. Out in the room he appears still to be out cold. I reach over to the wall light and turn it off.

Heading for the bed I hit the chair holding my knapsack and it falls to the floor. I gather up its spilt contents and in my bag find a clean pair of CK's white classics and slip them on. Looking at the guy I cup the pouch and think of the rimming I just dreamed of in the shower and smile and pull the covers off the other bed and lie down on the sheets and fall asleep.

The hand brushing my left cheek woke me up. As I opened my eyes the hand disappeared and in the light of the room I could see the young guy sitting on the edge of the bed looking at me. He is smiling and starts rubbing his own eyes.

"You're the guy from this morning?" he asked me.

"You were passed out on the floor outside in the hall and I brought you in here to sleep it off a little," I replied as my gaze moved down to his knees and to his feet.

"Thanks. I feel like shit," he says as he got up.

"If you're going to get sick use the bathroom," I said as I lean up on my left forearm.

"There is a bottle of mouth wash in that suitcase, use it."

Upon hearing that remark the guy grins and as the grin turns into a broad toothy smile his blue eyes start to have a twinkle to them and a little color comes into his face. He stands and goes over the my luggage and takes out the small bottle. He turns his face to me and smiles and winks his left eye and goes into the bathroom. I lay back down and can hear the sounds of him gargling and then I hear the shower go on and I close my eyes and just listen to the sounds of him showering. My mind wanders to his body as he strolled across the room and how near perfect is was without being overdone in his workouts that can only give him a nice shape and those leg muscles that curve up to that perfect ass. One hot stud.

The water stops and I open my eyes and he is standing there still in the white boxer briefs but he is completely covered with water and from the looks of the shorts he left them on , they cling to him even more tightly now, I can see his manhood clear as day and he is cut and somewhat aroused. It looks to be about six inches long and is just the right diameter, not to thick and the crown is nice and large compared to the shaft. I feel that ever familiar churning deep in my balls and my own manhood start to expand my briefs, while my eyes are glued to his bulge. He turns out the light to the bath and walks over to me and looks down. His grin has that mischievous look to it and his left hand reaches down and cups my crotch with the water running along his arm and spilling onto the cotton.

"This never lies." he says as he squeezes and then in one slow but also too quick for me to protest, motion he lays his water soaked body completely on top of me covering me with water as it pours off him onto me. His wet shorts cover my own briefs and I can feel the water seeping through to soak my erection, as he wraps his left arm around my head bringing it up of the pillow, he leans into it and starts a long wet open mouth kiss that completely engulfs me. His right arm slides under my waist and with his hand sliding into the back of my briefs he pulls me up of the bed a little now soaking me with his drenched body. As he release from the kiss he whispers, "Like the mouth wash" and then starts to kissing and lick my neck and ear. I place both my arms around him and run my left hand down his back until I reach his shorts and slide my hand inside running one finger down the crack of his nice ass. I bring my right hand up to his hair and run my fingers through it forcing his face tight into mine and squeeze out a lot of water that now runs into my own hair.

"The breath is sweet," I say as I lick his left ear. I bring my hand out of his shorts and run it along his right ass cheek down to the leg and back scratching the hair at the leg band of the boxer briefs. His boxer briefs have held a lot of water almost like a large sponge and they have completely soaked my entire midsection and the coldness has added to the thrill of the whole seduction he is doing.

He lifts his head and looks directly into my eyes as his right hand is now rubbing my ass way down almost to my balls and he slides the index finger into the crack probing me at the hole opening. "Thanks," he says as he kisses me again and roll us slightly over to our sides and the kiss is hot, real hot, The guys tongue in deep inside my mouth almost shutting of the air flow. I am rubbing his body with my right hand and pulling his face deep into mine with the left. He is a good kisser and his hot breath and the rocking he is doing with our bodies has worked and I am now starting to sweat and my breathing is hard and deep.

I can feel his hairy chest and his hard nipples pressing into mine and then I realize that our erections are pressed so hard against each other through the soaked shorts that it feels like one large bulge between us. My foreskin has slipped back off the crown and the wet fabric that is being rubbed across it by his full cloth encased dick is driving me wild and I start to dig my finger nails into the guy's back as he continues the kissing and rocking and the finger fucking of my ass I think "God this guy is fantastic." And then I feel his finger pull out and he slides his hand between our dicks and pulls aside my left leg opening of my briefs and then I feel his rock hard cock slide into my shorts next to mine and his hand is massaging the two of them. He is sliding the foreskin along my shaft and back down hard while still holding his tight to it. His breath is hard as his tongue is still probing my mouth and he shows no sign of letting this one kiss stop.

My right arm is locked between us but I can reach his head so I start rubbing and pulling his hair hard as I buried my mouth deep into his and suck his tongue into me hard. All I can think of is letting this guy have me anyway he wants. I've never felt this hot and had never had a guy just take me with the lust of almost an animal. He releases the kiss and starts licking me along the shoulder and I start kissing and lick the his wet hair sucking some strains into my lips. He taste like soap and sweat all mixed together as his body starts to heat up. His hand is now jerking us in a constant motion. he then releases the cocks and slides his hand back to my ass hole and starts fingering me while our dicks are locked in my briefs. He removes his mouth from mine and bends his head down to my left pec and his mouth is now chewing at my left nipple and his right hand releases me and I fall down onto the bed as he brings it up to my right nipple and starts to pinch it hard. The guy seems to go on forever just biting and sucking each of nipples, I am being sent over the edge and he grabs both dicks hard at the base and looks up and says "Hold off, pal" and I try to look up at the ceiling and stop the cum but it does not work and he places his hand from my ass to the two cocks trapped in my briefs and rubs the cloth letting my juices soak through the wet cotton and then he pulls me hard up to his face and places his open lips on mine and while his tongue is deep in my mouth he lets lose his load and i t fills the cotton fabric with more cum and he is nearly breaking my neck with his hold, that I hadn't noticed he had two fingers deep in my ass hole and was rotating them while he was cumming. I spread my legs to allow the fingers in deeper and our cocks are awash in the cum loads and he is still kissing me deep and hard. Our bodies are hot and the sweat is now pouring off his face onto mine and my free hand has now slid down his back again so I can reach into his boxer briefs and run my index finger down his crack as he spreads his legs too and I start to finger his hole. Our cocks had softened slightly but I was starting to get hard again from this hot kissing and the finger fucking of his ass. He has now become aware of it and releases the kiss and looks at me while grinding the two fingers harder and harder into my hole, smiling at me. One of those cocky ones that and a twinkle in his blue eyes. "God this man is good." I thought as he just stared and smiles at me during his fingering of me.

The guy slowly releases his hard hold of me and eases his fingers out of my ass and slides that hand up to my left side and gently holds me at my rib cage and starts lightly kissing me with a soft closed mouth and starts lightly rubbing my side as he kisses my face all over. Then he lets go of my left side and I feel his hand reach into my briefs, as I look down he rises himself up pulling his half hard cock out of my shorts and he leans back on his knees just lightly running his finger over the soaked cotton of my briefs. I look at his boxer briefs and his manhood is just laying out of the fly and it is all wet and glistening with the mixture of our cum, sweat, and the last of the water that it is almost bagging me to lean over and lick it clean. The guy sees me looking at his crotch and slowly lifts his legs off the bed and slides into a 69 position placing his boxer briefs at my face and his face right over the pouch of my own briefs. The odor of hot sex and the light brush of his hairy left leg is all the lure I need and I bring my mouth up to the shinning shaft and run my lips along it's underside and let the mixture rub of onto my left cheek, and my nose to my right one.

I feel his hot breath on my left leg as he starts to kiss and biting it from the knees up and back down again. He the runs his tongue up to the leg opening of my shorts and his chin brushes my own erection. He then takes his mouth and bits the middle of the bulging cloth and pull it up off my cock as I hear him suck and chew on the cum soaked cotton. I bring my mouth up to the now long shaft and let it slide deep into my mouth as my tongue licks the underside of his huge crown, he raises his hips so his crotch is right above me. I suck him deep into my throat and he begins to gently face fuck me as he eats the cum out of my cotton briefs. With every movement of his mouth on my shorts he increases the rhythm of his pumping action in my mouth. I open my throat completely and he is now sliding all the way in and my nose and forehead are being pounded into the moist fabric of his boxer briefs. I take my hands that are now both free and place them on his nice firm ass muscles and guide his downward plunges so the cock goes all the way to its base and then I hold him tight into my face so I can breath in the sex of earlier and then release him so he can pull up to where just the large head is at my teeth and I light scrap the underside of it and he reacts by plunging hard into my mouth almost suffocating me with the bulk of his entire crotch area. At this point I slide one hand up the right leg opening of this shorts and grab it tight and rip the boxer briefs at its inside seam until the tare has exposed his pink and very clean asshole. Then I take two fingers and start to play with the opening and he reacts by rising his hip and spreading his legs slightly so I can see his nice hairless opening. His cock is now almost out of my mouth and so I pull back and let it drop onto the top of my chest and bring my head up off the pillow so I can start licking his hole.

He lowers his mouth onto my cock and swallows it brief and all and starts blowing my cotton covered erection. He has me completely in his mouth and he is washing my underwear with his tongue as I not begin to prod his hole deep with my finger. I take my hands and spread the cheeks as far apart as I start licking my tongue hard against the hole depositing lot of saliva onto it that starts to drip onto my face. I bury my mouth hard onto the hole and he is suck hard on my cock. The motion of his mouth has my foreskin sliding back and forth over the head, and cloth is causing me to start to loose it again and I want this guy's ass first. I pull of him by reaching down to his chin and pulling him up. He pulls me up off the bed trying not to loose the cock he is eating. He grabs my hand and pushes it away from his chin so I relinquish myself to his hungry mouth and wanting desire.

I go back to licking his ass and he then takes his hands and slides them both into the leg openings and starts probing my hole. His fingers start spreading my cheeks and then a finger enters the hole and he is starting to rub his rock hard cock against my chest, hard and rough. My face is having a hard time staying in rhythm with his hip movements, so I reach up and wrap one hand around his erection so he is now fucking my palm.

He removes his left hand and grabs the briefs right under my ball and tears the shorts apart and then takes his right index finger and starts to roughly finger my hole. Doing all this without removing my cloth covered cock from his mouth. He is forcing his mouth down to the root of my dick as I feel the second finger enter me and at that point , I know it won't be long now. I push him up a little so I can tack his enormous crown in my mouth and I lick and suck it's piss-slit as hard as I can and then I let go of my pent up orgasm and flood the briefs and his mouth. At that point his buries his mouth down hard on me with his fingers pushing deep into me and suck as much cum as he can. We are now so hot that I can only think of his sperm and what it will taste like that I am sucking and fingering him so hard he lifts off my flooded cock and let out a slight mummer of pain from my finger fucking his ass. I decided to add the second and he lets out a little more sound that now is muffled by him filling his mouth with my cum soaked pouch while I shove them deep into him, and then I feel his hips descend hard down onto my face forcing his erupting dick deep down my throat. I open up and suck hard to get every drop of the sweet juice he is flooding me with.

The TRIP Part Two

The feelings were all mixed up in me. I was tired and fully sexual satisfied and yet I felt as thought there was something missing in this whole episode between the young man who was laying beside me with his head resting on my right leg at the knee. He had collapsed in the same sixty-nine position we were in during the hottest sex session I had ever had. I looked down and the face resting on my leg with a bit of saliva running down from his parted lips onto my knee as he slept with his left arm around my upper thigh as if he were hugging it. I had my arm under his left leg and the hand was resting on his exposed ass crack and I was so fully satisfied with the sex that I didn't want to move just yet. The young man was just what I thought he'd be and more. I felt I had betrayed a trust in this last hour of my life, but I was glad I found this nice, very nice, slob passed out in the hall tonight.

I turn my face to my right and I see his full thigh and start to kiss his hairy leg licking the soft skin. He smells of soap and hot sex still and my hand is coercing his nice as cheek. I had never just let myself go like this and being almost forty now it seem a little strange. I wish I had met him in another circumstance, but then again he would most likely pay me no mind. Still what I just had could last a life time for someone like me. Hell I put up with Daniel and this is like I died and went to heaven.

The guy moves his leg and hits me square in the jaw. I let out a short yell and a hand lands on my face and he starts talking. "Have you ever just liked to have sex for sex sake and not get love in it? " It sounded like he was almost speaking to himself. "I love what you did and I am glad you brought me into your room." This guy is far too polite. I push hard stopping his voice and pull myself up from under him.

"Kid, you are one great fuck."

"Don't call me kid," he breaks in. "I am twenty-six and that kid shit went out a long time ago." I look at his face and realize he is really no kid but to a guy 40 he looks like one.

"I meant nothing by it," I reply. "It's a term of endearment. You are much younger than I, you know?"

"I'm sorry but I get this kid stuff and people treat me as if I were , Oh you know?" He said in a soft voice and I realize he has the problem I had way back then, look young and they never treat you like a real man and you spent a lifetime trying to prove you are.

Sitting up I look at the clock and it is only 12:25 a.m. The guy flips himself over and is laying beside me with his head at my waist looking at me. He takes his left hand and rung a finger down my chin and chest.

"I guess we made a mess," he says while looking at my torn briefs. I did like their taste"

He flips the torn cotton and leans over and licks the now drying cum of the top of my soft dick.

"You want to do it again? I don't think I can get it up this soon," I tell the guy.

"I don't want it hard. Just lay back and enjoy," he say as he pulls me down flat on my back across the bed. I look at him and he is smiling from ear to ear.

"Just lay there and let me have some fun with this," he says as he pulls the dick's foreskin up of the head. "I love uncut meat and best of all playing with it when it is soft. Please may I?" He says and then he bends his head down and sucks the skin into his mouth real hard leaving the full encased head just outside his lips. I rise myself up off the bed on my elbows and watch with fascination the guy work on my dick. I remained soft but for how long would be the question.

He takes his hand and gently wraps two fingers around the base of the penis and squeezing slightly pull the skin upward, causing a larger amount of the foreskin to cover the head. Then he opens his lips and I see his teeth sliding back and forth rolling the lose skin between them. He raises he head and moves his body down to the floor and kneels in front of me and using one hand pries open the skin and sticks his index finger into the skin and I feel the finger tip touch the piss slit of my dick and is causes me to quiver slightly. He look up and says. " I love rolling the skin over my finger like this." he starts to lick his finger and move it in circles around the head pushing out the loose foreskin with the nail showing throw he does it so hard. I've never seen anything like this and I am still staying soft. Then he opens his mouth and I see his tongue stick out and with two fingers wraps the skin around it while pushing down and then I feel the moist tongue touch the tip inside the sheathe. He start pulling the skin back and forth over the tongue, while it licking the piss-slit. I start to feel the muscle move slightly. Now he stops the tongue at the underside of the head and wiggles it hard against the knob. I am more fascinated by his technique so it is not getting any larger for now. He then pull the skin down all the way and clear liquid part mine and part him falls in a puddle on to his hand. The guy smiles at it and his tongue darts out to catch the drop before it has time to fall off.

"You really like that don't you?" I ask him.

"Yes, very much. Not many guy just let you play with it, without getting horny and I figured you would stay clam long enough for me. You seem to," he says as he kneels back and places his hands on my knees.

"It would take me a week got get it up after this little go around you gave me," was my reply as I stood up and let the torn briefs fall to the floor. After what I just went through modesty was the last thing to feel. Somehow I just felt very natural standing in front of this handsome guy with my shrunken penis and sex smelled body. He looks up at me and places his hands on my belly and runs it down the cum covered midsection.

"I see we made quit a mess. but pal, you are good, Thanks." With that he gets up and sits on the bed I laid him on when Jay and I brought him from the hall.

"I think I'll get some sleep," he says closing his eyes.

For me it was more a desire to clean the mess off, or should I wear it home to let Dan smell when he picks me up at Logan Airport. With that thought I turn to head into the bath.

"STOP," I hear the guy say. "Don't move," he says in a lower voice. "You know Pal, you have a nice ass for a guy your age. The bubble shape is still there."

"You only wish you had one as good," I say as I turn and give him the bird.

He jumps of the bed and grabs my waist turning me around and pulls me up against him. I can feel his erection starting to grow and he wraps his arm very tightly around me and lifts me off the floor a little.

"Yes I do wish I HAD one this nice," he says emphasizing the had. " You going to let me?"

"No, let me down before I get upset and ..."

"Do what, bud?" he asks as he throws me onto the bed.

I roll around and grab his left leg and pull and he falls on the floor and I jump on his and pin his arms up over his head.

Looking straight into each others eyes we both bring our mouth together and start to kiss.

"I think you are playing unfairly with me," he says when I release the kiss. I then kiss him again and he wraps his arms around my shoulders .

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Thursday, September 25, 2008

First Three Way

It was getting late on another rather bland night at the local leather bar. I was horny as hell, but a trip to the back room wasn't even worth the effort it took to get past the groping hands. What Frankfurt lacked in European beauty, it made up for in good gay bars - with lots of US Military attendance. The Army crowd often took notice of my tall, muscled, frame. My full red beard assured them that I wasn't some military cop out to bust them - and I had had some great nights with officers and enlisted men alike. When I came out of the back room I made my way up to the bar for a last beer I caught sight of two of the best looking studs I'd ever seen in that neck of the woods.

They must have come into the bar while I was in back. One was 6'2", maybe 33 - solid looking with really broad shoulders, bearded, a bubble butt and tight jeans to show off his impressive package. The guy with him was older - but was probably the better looking of the two. He was clean shaven, 6 foot, bright blue eyes, and rippled muscles. He looked like he was in his mid forties - just about the right age for me. I saw them talking with the locals, and assumed they were German too - but as I moved closer I realized that they were Americans trying to find out what to do in the area. I took the opportunity to make it known that I was American too, and would be more than willing to help them - in ANY way I could! Apparently they had been drinking for a while, and the older one, Mark, was already halfway drunk. John was up for another beer and I ordered him one. I was horned out all night, and the arrival of these two hunks ensured that I wouldn't be losing my hard anytime soon. I could already feel my dick - a drooler by nature - starting to get wet.

When John turned the conversation to sex, I was more than ready to add my two cents. These guys were nothing, if not forward. It didn't take long before John was leaning against me and brushing his arm up against mine. Just this light touch was about to make me blow my wad. I had always wanted to try a three way, but had never had the right circumstances present themselves to me - so when Mark said that they'd like to take me home, I jumped at the chance! I never for a minute thought that I had a chance with these two - so the offer came as a pleasant surprise. I suggested that we take a taxi back to my apartment. I got in between the two of them in the back of our Mercedes taxi and barely had time to give the address before John pulled me back into his arms and stuck his tongue down my throat. Mark, in the meantime, was rubbing my sizable hard-on through my jeans.

He popped one of the lower buttons on my fly and stuck a finger into the opening and was rewarded with a wet sticky piece of meat. Fortunately I live close to the bar, and the taxi got us there in short order. The driver may have acted disinterested to the activities in the back seat, but I saw his trouser tent when I paid him. We practically ran up the stairs to my place, all of us eager to get our clothes off. John said that he wanted a shower - and Mark had already headed off to find the bedroom, leaving a line of clothes in his wake. I took John to the bathroom and started undressing him - saving his pants for last. His chest was covered in a blond fur - and I took my time tasting his nipples and neck. He tongue was hot and eager - and we spent a fair amount of time just standing there in the bathroom, with our clothes in various stages of undress, kissing and rubbing against each other. When I finally undid his pants, a beautiful, cut, fat dick popped out of his pants - and into my eager mouth. He ground his hips while holding onto my shoulders, moaning at the job I was doing on his prick.

He pulled me off his dick and slowly popped open the buttons covering my own piece of manhood. I have a large dick that stands at attention when aroused - and John certainly had my attention at that time. He called Mark in to get a load of the size of my dick and to check out my naked body. He must of liked what he saw, because all he said before he dropped to his knees in front of me was, "oh, fuck!" I moved away from Mark and started the shower up for us. I have a large shower that easily accommodated the three of us. The feel of those two muscled men, slick with soap, rubbing up against me, kissing and massaging me, was more than I could take. Several times I had to make them stop before I came. I took my time rubbing soap over the two of them, paying special attention to the areas that I most wanted to suck and lick on. As soon as I had them rinsed I was squatting down - pulling Mark's cheeks apart and running my tongue along his pink hole. Mark was more than appreciative, moaning and squirming as I licked and probed his hole.

He had a shaved ass, and licking him was doing as much for me as it was for him. John turned the shower off, and no one needed to say a thing to move us on to the bedroom - all of us still dripping wet from the shower. John laid back on the bed, and I wasted no time before I crawled up on his massive frame and started grinding my cock into his hot flesh. Our mouths were locked together, and mark was busy feeling the two of us, telling us how hot we looked together. John broke the lip lock long enough to suggest that I fuck his lover up the ass with my hot cock. You don't have to ask me twice! I moved around and saw that Mark was already on all fours, his chest touching the bed and his ass propped up ready for me to punch a hole in. I grabbed a rubber and let my mouth go back to work on his hot ass. The way he was positioned made it easy for me to eat his ass without mercy.

My red beard was scratching his crack and making him moan. I worked some lube up into his tight hole - making me realize that I'd have to take my time with him. I slowly worked a second finger into him, listening to his moans and feeling his ass ring slowly learn to accommodate my fingers. By the time that I moved a third finger into him, his ass had given up and was ready for me. I got up on my knees, spread some lube on my dick, and started sliding it in that hot ass. John was encouraging me, and had moved up right behind me to watch what I was doing. I was now buried to the hilt in Mark, my flat stomach right up against his rounded ass. I stayed there a minute to let Mark catch his breath - and about that time felt John's fingers exploring my ass. I have a really sensitive hole, and can cum just from getting fucked. As much as I was enjoying the feeling of being in Mark, I was dying to feel John's dick - which must have been 9 inches long - massaging my asshole. My wishes came true soon enough. While I was still in Mark, John started working that snake into me. I was ready for him, and did my best to relax while he shoved his hard cock up my ass. The feeling of fucking and being fucked at the same time was incredible!

Since I was in the middle, I got to set the pace - so I bent over onto Mark's back so that John would slide in and out of me while I fucked Mark. I like to move nice and slow - and apparently that suited the two just fine, because in short order we were all moaning like the bunch of whores we were. Mark was working his own dick with his hand, and I was hoping that he'd come so that I could feel his ass clamp down on me. Before I knew it I felt my own tide swelling. The feelings were too intense for me to hold off and I could feel my dick swelling and my ball sack pulling up. I let out a big grunt and shoved inside Mark hard - clinching his muscled shoulders in my hands.

When I came, my ass clinched down hard on John's monster, working him like a pro. Before I had stopped pumping my cum John was doing the same, filling my ass with his sweet jiz. Every time my cock pumped out another drop of cum it would squeeze his cock and make him jerk. The sounds of our ecstasy was enough to take Mark over the edge. His cum shot down onto the sheets, and I was rewarded with a ass that came alive, teasing my sensitive cock with it's motion - his prostrate pounding against my prick and almost making me yell out. Every ripple of his orgasm made me clinch down on John's dick, which gave him an electric charge too. The three of us must have stayed there for 5 minutes in a chain of orgasmic pleasure. It was a feeling I'll never forget.

The three of us hit it off so well that they stayed an extra night in Frankfurt, the three of us tasting and probing each other in every combination possible. I was sore all over for days after they left - but every sore muscle reminded me of the pleasure I had experienced over the weekend. Thanks, guys.

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Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Francois

The world is seen from a window, sloping roofs of gray oil-cloth, chimneys in erection, studios dulled by drawn blinds, the darkened garrets, attics hidden from view. The Hotel is in the old part of Paris, bounded on one side by the rue de Cliche, and the other by the rue de Bois. I peer from my room of the hotel overlooking an empty courtyard across at shuttered apartment building, the walls suggestively stained and discolored. All windows closed, save one, thrown wide, although by daylight the interior is not visible. Returning that night after dinner, comparatively early, I turned off the light and left the curtains open. Lapping in a breeze, the drapes seemed to be licking the night air with tentative jabs.

The courtyard below is quite dark, but then, as I gazed out, I saw a light on, in the sole unshuttered apartment opposite. Behind a small ornamental iron-wrought balustraded balcony stands a young man, handsome in the extreme, wearing only a short white dressing-gown in the japonais style, called a 'happy coat', as they call it in the orient. He undid the ribbon-wide belt and exposed himself to me. His nakedness makes me take an sharp intake of breath. Only thirty feet or so away, and he knows I am looking. The windows wide open, he stands framed like a byzantine icon, his nudity gleaming in the dying rays of an angry sunset, and as I looked away saw the Seine, flushed red as if with blood, and the twin gray towers of Notre Dame, almost lost from sight, wrapped in a mantle of orange mist. The youth's hand forms a tunnel, in which he holds his soft pale cock, though too far to quite make out if he is circumcised or not: he starts to rocks his hips, swaying his buttocks forth and back, while his other arm crosses his chest, his nipple between his fingers.

The room is empty, save for an armchair of indeterminate green and curtains of a specific jaundiced yellow. The gentle heaving motions continue, until he gets bored, mired in ennui, and turns away, his orbed ivory buttocks flash in the moonlight and he goes inside, the light goes out, and he is gone. The very next night he encores the performance. And the next night and the next. Sometimes, he returns completely naked sans housecoat, or slipped off one shoulder. Nude, he demonstrates his fascination for his penis. Somedays, soft, somedays, semi-erect, sometimes comparatively inert. But never completely stiff. That night, I dine at Alfini's resturaunt where I am regular.

Alone. Save for a small quartet playing chamber music. I invite a waiter to perform, and order. I eat heartily, drink moderately; an eclair for desert and ask for the check. Steadily I walk home, the sound of a sentimental violin melody still in my ears, accompanies my footfalls, as I make my way through the bittersweet streets. Not to my hotel; but to the adjacent building, for I am fortified, and have courage. And he is waiting. I mount the stoneflight of steps, pass through the glass paneled doors; the concierge asleep. The arabian carpeted floor, gives a little underfoot as I enter the spindly cage-elevator and it rattles, as it takes me to the fourth floor.

There are directions, tessellated tiles, leading me, if my study of the building is correct, the calculation precise; this must be the room. Hardened wood, glistening in patches where the unworn varnish gleams. With my knobbed walking cane, I knock. Once, twice. thrice. I hear a movement within. A bolt is drawn, a chain-latch unshackled, and the golden brass doorhandle rotates, as the door is unlocked, opened half a crack, and I see a strip of face, an inquiring hungry eye looks out, and a whispered breathy voice says; "Who's there?" "A friend..." The door opens wider, the boy I have been watching, dressed in the now too familiar housecoat pokes out his eye, to view me through the crack of the door, and reassured, invites me in. "You are the american artist, who stays across, at the hotel des Etrangers," he says in a smokey toned accent, in his crisp, impeccable but otherworldly English. "Pray enter, m'sieu," he says, in an overly formal but enticing manner.

His hair is tousled, and his forehead covered by a bang of nut-brown glossy hair, hiding his eyes, which he lazily brushes back as if been awakened from sleep, and one fist clutches the folds of the yellow sunflower-adorned robe. The room is small. Patterned wallpaper, velvet cushions strewn on an overstuffed armchair, a mahogany writing desk, with a small, parafine lamp, the mantle glows, wick burning low. A painting on the wall, overtly gilt framed, an embarrassment of imprecise color.Cubist. On a side table there is a basket of fruit, containing two shiny apples and a upward curving banana, strategically placed. "Allow me to take your coat, sir. Please to be seated." I remove the heavy coat that does little to hide my bulk, my top hat is placed with my gloves and cane on the mantle shelf above the fireplace.I look around, the writing desk, tidy, the inkwell, and pens in neat order.

The blotter is stained with the imprint of mirror reversed phrases, but now unintelligible, all is ordered and proper. "You would take a sherry, sir?" he asks politely and adds, "I'm afraid it is all I have." "You have charms, that would soothe a savage beast..." "And, m'sieu is a bete? M'sieu, I hope that is true..." I made a growl, and he smiles. He goes to the walnut inlaid cabinet, and produces a bottle and a louis quatorze wine glass. As he bends over, the robe rises up, and exposed is his peached rump, and hanging below are the two rough plums of his youthful testes, and dangling is the pink penis, with its lavender flared mushroom tip.

Closing the cabinet, with his rear, mine host returns, tiptoeing, walking with easy grace, his hair aureoled in gold, eyes glimmering with blue azurite, pale skin, and the gentle wisps of body hair, emphatically aesthetic, to please his patient guest. A connossieur with time on his hands. The room growing dark, he turns up the mantle, all was hushed as if in a church, he was priest and I the sole mendicant. "Je m'appelle Francois," he says, as way of introduction.

"You live here... alone?" I ask tentatively, as he holds the glass, into which he pours, from a bottle that is large in his hands. His age is about twenty, and gives off an air of bruised innocence. The meagre light casts a mysterious glow on his gentle features. His hair seems darker, his eyes like a cat, his lips moist, as he takes a sip of golden colored wine and then passes it to me as I take my place in the large armchair, and he stands close, the floppy robe he wears, falls loosely, and I can see his smooth chest and the hollowness of the pit of his neck, a glimpse of pearl white shoulder, and it stops, as his slender legs are revealed, and the split of his crotch still hidden, so I reach forward and raise the hem of the robe, until I see the beguiling lengthening penis. His hands go to the floral belt and he is disrobed, a knee raised on the arm of the chair. "Not too sweet...the sherry?" "Delightful..." I stroke the fullness of his inner thigh with its light covering of blond hairs. He leans forward, taking his weight on the arms, and the bang of forelock hair brushes my face like a chinese plumed fan.

He gets up on the chair with me, straddling my legs, and like a well trained man-servant undoes my cravat and unbuttons my shirt. "Such a fine mat of hair.." he says, as he caresses my chest, and works his hands, massaging my taut corded neck muscles. My own arms reach up, around his back and pull him close. My tongue, broad, flat, moist, spreads out over his belly and tastes the male flesh with its tangy sweet softness. My hands slip down, cusping the buttocks, full and firm, and giving. A finger presses against his anus, the portal of pleasure. "Oh, m'sieu..." he gasps. He reaches down, unbuttons the pants flap of my trousers. As in good Darwinian theory, homo habilis has become homo erectus and is now evolved to homo priapus. "Is the monsieur cold? Shall I light a fire?" My answer is a burning kiss on his mouth, and an attempted entrance of his anal heart with my middle finger. My diamond ring, meets his satin flesh ring. He winces. With pleasure. The buried digit bores, wriggles, widens. He groans an oath in French. He is a francophone and I am a francophile.

He pulls away, gets down, kneels on the carpet before me, my erection before him, as tall as his face. He crushes his lips against the veined column. He seems to be suffocating on the heady sexual odor that fills the room. He takes long in and out lunges, bobbing on the end of my velvet soft bulb, taking all into the soft delicate membranes of his mouth. My eyes were now, as I held his face off, for I did not wish to expiate just yet, on his face, my hands holding the oval visage, mouth oped wide, and on his youthful forehead saw a perfect dewdrop of perspiration, that under force of gravity, trickled down into his unworried brow in a silvery rivulet. He looked up at me, with eyes calm, and we heard a cab pass quickly in the sreet outside, and was quickly swallowed up into the entrails of Paris. An ormulu clock on the mantelpiece struck the half-hour.

The moment was here. He stood before me, his arms by his side in an open, giving, bequeathing posture. I drew him close; against my breast, I could feel a sudden tremor, a warm shiver in his body, the thump-thump of his heart, as I pulled first one thigh, then his other, over mine, so he was positioned thus; my instrument of desire, the swollen organ pressed between two precious butt-cheeks, and let him arch his hips, raise up, and sit down upon my entering member. And as I pushed up, he drew down, and my full fleshsword penetrated the tropical humidity. His sphincter muscles gripping, but accepting. He took the full measure and started to ride, rising and falling, exerting his leg-muscles. And I pressed my hands on his upper hips as he went down, then moved my hands, cupping his buttocks on the up-stroke like the piston of highly charged Daimler engine. He held tight onto my shoulders, as a fulcrum for leverage, and moaned, "Le bon Dieu,...Dieu...." A prayer to the divine, expressively appropriate.

His shadow bouncing high on the ceiling, moving constantly, but I stiff at the center of his universe, he bearing down, falling, rising, both of us in unison, one flesh. He had the unbridled energy of the young, and I had the stamina for a long conjugation. His eyes closed, mine open. A breathless boy, giving all, taking all that was given. And all the time he rubbed hard on his penis, twice as fast as our motion, a rowboat on a storm-tossed sea. "M'sieu le bete...," he murmured, "m'sieu le Monstre..." The pleasure of the penetration beggars description, I would never cum, like this. I would have to bend him over, enter from the rear, and fill him with my spurting sediment. But for now, the monkey on the spit was a reminisce of my careless youth, when I too had performed such feats of sexual dexetrity. The ends of the chairlegs, rockingly bumped on the floor with a rhytmic staccato, that I hoped would not disturb the neighbors beneath.

And then an alien object came into view, through the space between his arm and high-riding thigh, I suddenly observed a small withered woman, encircled with a moth-eaten feather boa, with a crochet widow's shawl and thin black dress, reaching down to her protruding bony ankles, entering from the doorway of the adjacent room. She was thin, bent, emaciated, her face, crow's feet riddled, wrinkles on wrinkles, an embalmed face on one barely living, she was waving her stick, and whacked it across the boy's shoulders. For a time she stood, unmoving, except her lips, twitching, trying to find the form of the ephitets she would hurl. "Francois! Stop! Stop!

Get off the gentleman, you despicable child, and desist that disgusting activity!" she yelled in a shrill whine. The boy rose, and out came my cock, frothing angrily, cheated of it's spoils, and the engorged red blooded mushroom tip stared at me furiously. I had to strangle it to submission, and it fell limp. "Get to your room! And you Monsieur Monstre, leave my apartment immediatement...." The boy looked terrified as the crone hit him again, viciously on his buttocks, leaving a livid weal. Francois grabbed his robe and fled into the other room. He looked back at me, his expression giving mute apology.

With as much dignity as I could muster, I raised my self from the armchair, making a gentlenmanly show of the way I put my phallus back into my trousers, did up my waistcoat and shirt, adjusted my cravat, straightened my coat, ran a hand back through my dishevelled hair, and stood up. Next to a silver crucifix, with the effigy of the Saviour. Far away I could here a clock strike the hour. The overly rouged cheeks in the the white-greyness of her face, remained implacably calm, although her eyes revealed a gruesome loathing, directed at me. With aplomb, I reached my full height, and went to the desk to retrieve my top-hat and lambskin gloves. As I put them on, slowly, lethargically almost, I happened to glance out of the nearby window.

And as I looked out of the window, toward my side of the building, I could see a window open. A youth therein, tres charmant, near-naked; clutching a boyish prick in various states of erection. Languorously looking outward, and looking a little like Francois; he was staring back at me, with an inviting gaze, that I will not disappoint.

I tipped my hat, respectfully to the decrepit woman-skeleton. "Goodnight, madame...goodnight Francois...je m'excuse..."

And I take my leave.I went down the elevator, past the sleeping concierge, down the stoneflight of steps, back onto the street and entered my building with a heady step. This time I take the stairs two at a time. I am learning why Paris is such an enticing place. So many opportunities. So many doors. I knock, and am given entrance.

I saw Francois again, his grand-mere in tow, her arm binding his; I touched my hat; she ignored me, and Francois looked at me, somewhat sheepish.

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