Career Counseling
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I’m really starting to enjoy this story telling. I’m finding that it’s as arousing to write as it is to read. I also realize that I like plot development. I like the anticipation; it’s like good foreplay. With that said, here’s the next installment:
In my half awake state I glanced over at the clock. Almost 8:30 PM! My nap had been for almost four hours. I guess my body needed it. I’ve had more sex in the last 24 hours than I usually have in a month. I just laid there replaying my experiences with Parker and WS. Two amazing cocks on two amazing men. What more can I say?
Well, I was still thinking about what to do with the rest of my life. But, thanks to the two aforementioned men, it wasn’t too big of a worry.
If it weren’t for my stomach, I would have been happy just playing with myself for the rest of the evening. I’m a big fan of masturbation. (Truthfully, I’m a fan of almost anything that has to do with a dick.) I love to try different ways to jerk off: only stroking the tip, focusing more on the base of the shaft, propping my legs up against the wall so I shoot on my face, fingering my ass, grinding my dick into a folded pillow, hard touch, light touch, lube, no lube, soap, cock ring, Fleshlight. You get the idea.
After much debate between my organs, the stomach just barely beat out the penis and I ambled into the bathroom. I walked to sink, preparing to clean up for dinner. While doing this I admired my almost completely hard cock. I couldn’t believe I was hard again!
“I this would only take a minute” I told myself.
I reached over, grabbed the lube, and got to work. I decided that this would be a fairly basic up-and-down the shaft with the right hand and pull the balls with the left hand affair. I love how long I am. I love that one hand has so much area to cover. Call me a narcissist, but I just stared at myself the whole time. I was really proud of how good I looked lately. In the time it took to think that, I was spilling out pre-cum. I just love cock. As I said, it only took a minute or two. With a good thrust of my hips, I shot a decent load. The first spurt clipped the mirror, while the remaining semen found its way into the sink.
I then washed my face, brushed my teeth, ran a comb through my hair, and sincerely hoped that I would be able to stay flaccid long enough to eat dinner.
Once downstairs I was made my way back to the grill room and even took the same chair that I had last night. It was around 9:00 PM and the place was busier than last night, but still not full. I ordered my same drink, a dirty martini, and browsed the menu. I ordered a New York strip and then proceeded to loose myself in thought while staring out at the ocean.
Well, I was lost in thought until a familiar voice said, “Is this seat taken?”
“Is my existence stuck in some weird amalgam of “Groundhog Day” and “American Gigolo?” I thought to myself.
A few seconds later my mouth took over, “No, it’s all yours.”
It was only after I said that did I look at who had just joined me. It was WS looking at me with the sexist sheepish grin. I returned the favor with a smile so wide he probably was able to see the backs of my second molars.
“I was hoping to find you here.”
He smelled great, just enough cologne to get my attention, no more. He looked great too, just as handsome earlier, but now wearing one of those pricey stripped and embroidered shirts with the cuffs rolled up.
“I didn’t expect to find you here, but it’s a very pleasant surprise. Where’s your wife?”
He suddenly looked dejected. I regretted mentioning her.
“After the pool she announced she had a headache” he said, shaking his head. Not a shake of disgust, mostly just of resignation.
“When we got back to the room she said it was probably paint fumes and she had to go home right away. I told her I wanted to stay, I found it relaxing here. As usual, this escalated into a big argument. I probably shouldn’t have said it, but I told her I was tired of the myriad of undiagnosable illnesses she dreams up with her cadre of doctors. At that point she grabbed her suitcases and my car keys and told me she’d see me at home. I just couldn’t chase after her this time.”
Mind you, this was more than he had said to me the entire time we were in my room. He clearly needed to vent.
The bartender said, “Sorry to interrupt, but can I get you a drink? Do you need to see a menu?”
WS responded, “I’ll have whatever he’s drinking and whatever he’s eating. Also, get him a refill.” (What did I tell you? Bill Murray has nothing on me.)
“Very good sir, how do you want your steak cooked?”
“Medium”
With that, the bartender was gone.
In my half awake state I glanced over at the clock. Almost 8:30 PM! My nap had been for almost four hours. I guess my body needed it. I’ve had more sex in the last 24 hours than I usually have in a month. I just laid there replaying my experiences with Parker and WS. Two amazing cocks on two amazing men. What more can I say?
Well, I was still thinking about what to do with the rest of my life. But, thanks to the two aforementioned men, it wasn’t too big of a worry.
If it weren’t for my stomach, I would have been happy just playing with myself for the rest of the evening. I’m a big fan of masturbation. (Truthfully, I’m a fan of almost anything that has to do with a dick.) I love to try different ways to jerk off: only stroking the tip, focusing more on the base of the shaft, propping my legs up against the wall so I shoot on my face, fingering my ass, grinding my dick into a folded pillow, hard touch, light touch, lube, no lube, soap, cock ring, Fleshlight. You get the idea.
After much debate between my organs, the stomach just barely beat out the penis and I ambled into the bathroom. I walked to sink, preparing to clean up for dinner. While doing this I admired my almost completely hard cock. I couldn’t believe I was hard again!
“I this would only take a minute” I told myself.
I reached over, grabbed the lube, and got to work. I decided that this would be a fairly basic up-and-down the shaft with the right hand and pull the balls with the left hand affair. I love how long I am. I love that one hand has so much area to cover. Call me a narcissist, but I just stared at myself the whole time. I was really proud of how good I looked lately. In the time it took to think that, I was spilling out pre-cum. I just love cock. As I said, it only took a minute or two. With a good thrust of my hips, I shot a decent load. The first spurt clipped the mirror, while the remaining semen found its way into the sink.
I then washed my face, brushed my teeth, ran a comb through my hair, and sincerely hoped that I would be able to stay flaccid long enough to eat dinner.
Once downstairs I was made my way back to the grill room and even took the same chair that I had last night. It was around 9:00 PM and the place was busier than last night, but still not full. I ordered my same drink, a dirty martini, and browsed the menu. I ordered a New York strip and then proceeded to loose myself in thought while staring out at the ocean.
Well, I was lost in thought until a familiar voice said, “Is this seat taken?”
“Is my existence stuck in some weird amalgam of “Groundhog Day” and “American Gigolo?” I thought to myself.
A few seconds later my mouth took over, “No, it’s all yours.”
It was only after I said that did I look at who had just joined me. It was WS looking at me with the sexist sheepish grin. I returned the favor with a smile so wide he probably was able to see the backs of my second molars.
“I was hoping to find you here.”
He smelled great, just enough cologne to get my attention, no more. He looked great too, just as handsome earlier, but now wearing one of those pricey stripped and embroidered shirts with the cuffs rolled up.
“I didn’t expect to find you here, but it’s a very pleasant surprise. Where’s your wife?”
He suddenly looked dejected. I regretted mentioning her.
“After the pool she announced she had a headache” he said, shaking his head. Not a shake of disgust, mostly just of resignation.
“When we got back to the room she said it was probably paint fumes and she had to go home right away. I told her I wanted to stay, I found it relaxing here. As usual, this escalated into a big argument. I probably shouldn’t have said it, but I told her I was tired of the myriad of undiagnosable illnesses she dreams up with her cadre of doctors. At that point she grabbed her suitcases and my car keys and told me she’d see me at home. I just couldn’t chase after her this time.”
Mind you, this was more than he had said to me the entire time we were in my room. He clearly needed to vent.
The bartender said, “Sorry to interrupt, but can I get you a drink? Do you need to see a menu?”
WS responded, “I’ll have whatever he’s drinking and whatever he’s eating. Also, get him a refill.” (What did I tell you? Bill Murray has nothing on me.)
“Very good sir, how do you want your steak cooked?”
“Medium”
With that, the bartender was gone.
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“I’m sorry; I shouldn’t have unloaded on you like that.”
“No worries at all, I’m glad you wanted to share it with me.”
“Anyway, I have to thank you for this afternoon. You made me feel more alive than I have in a long time. You know, I don’t think my wife and I have had sex in over a year. I know you won’t believe me, but today was the first time I’ve cheated on her. I thought I’d feel guilty, but I don’t. Everything she’s ever asked for, I’ve given her: a big house, a fancy car, more clothes and jewelry than a department store. I’ve tried so hard to rekindle the romance but nothing works. I really thought this weekend getaway might do it. But I was wrong.”
He went on with this line of thought for a few more minutes. I listened the whole time. I know I’m a college drop out and the sum total of my psychiatric education is watching Dr. Melfi counsel Tony, but I know how to listen. Also, I really did feel badly for him and I was honored that he felt like he could open up to me.
Abruptly he said, “Enough of that, I’m here with a sexy, extremely well hung man and I want to enjoy myself. What did you do with the rest of your day?”
“I took a long nap. Oh, I also jerked off in the bathroom before I came down here.”
“You’re so bad, now I’m getting hard thinking of you working your tool.”
“What’s wrong with that?” the tease in me told him.
“Hmm, nothing I guess. Hey, I have an idea, why don’t we have our dinner in the main dining room? They have booths that will give us some more privacy.”
I liked this idea very much, but the frugal artist in me said, “But we’ve already ordered.”
He then motioned to the bartender, handed him a $100 bill, and told me, “It’s taken care of, let’s go.”
WS is a man who knows what he wants and that really turns me on.
“No worries at all, I’m glad you wanted to share it with me.”
“Anyway, I have to thank you for this afternoon. You made me feel more alive than I have in a long time. You know, I don’t think my wife and I have had sex in over a year. I know you won’t believe me, but today was the first time I’ve cheated on her. I thought I’d feel guilty, but I don’t. Everything she’s ever asked for, I’ve given her: a big house, a fancy car, more clothes and jewelry than a department store. I’ve tried so hard to rekindle the romance but nothing works. I really thought this weekend getaway might do it. But I was wrong.”
He went on with this line of thought for a few more minutes. I listened the whole time. I know I’m a college drop out and the sum total of my psychiatric education is watching Dr. Melfi counsel Tony, but I know how to listen. Also, I really did feel badly for him and I was honored that he felt like he could open up to me.
Abruptly he said, “Enough of that, I’m here with a sexy, extremely well hung man and I want to enjoy myself. What did you do with the rest of your day?”
“I took a long nap. Oh, I also jerked off in the bathroom before I came down here.”
“You’re so bad, now I’m getting hard thinking of you working your tool.”
“What’s wrong with that?” the tease in me told him.
“Hmm, nothing I guess. Hey, I have an idea, why don’t we have our dinner in the main dining room? They have booths that will give us some more privacy.”
I liked this idea very much, but the frugal artist in me said, “But we’ve already ordered.”
He then motioned to the bartender, handed him a $100 bill, and told me, “It’s taken care of, let’s go.”
WS is a man who knows what he wants and that really turns me on.
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We walked to the dining room and WS immediately went over to the maître d', chatted with him for a bit, and handed him what looked to be another $100 bill. We were then escorted to a very private booth facing the window. We couldn’t see any other diners, only the ocean and each other. The table was beautiful, lots of wine glasses, plenty of silverware, and a long tablecloth that drapped to the ground.
“Now, where were we?” He asked in a joking quizical voice.
“Well, I think I was trying to get you uncomfortably erect in your jeans.”
“Then you’re doing your job.”
“You may not remember, but I’m Ray. …and you are?”
“Oh, I’m Mike. We kinda skipped the introductions earlier?”
“Well, I did tell you my name at the pool when I told you how much I liked your (dramatic pause) watch.”
He smiled and rubbed his crotch.
“Don’t do that again, I almost came in my shorts. I had to sit with my knees up for an eternity before my erection subsided." he replied.
He continued, "As much as I’d like to go right back to your room and have sex with you again right now, I haven’t had a romantic dinner in I don’t know how long. Would you mind if we had a nice meal? My treat.”
“Absolutely, I would have said yes even if you offered to go Dutch. Besides, who said we have to pick one or the other?” I replied.
As if on cue, the waiter showed up. “Do you two gentlemen know what you’d like?”
Mike looked at me and said, “Do you mind if I order for both of us?”
I’m old enough to know that I wasn’t in love, but I was in heavy lust. So I said “sounds great.”
Mike first picked a wine and then pointed out several items on the menu. Once again it was just the two of us.
“I don’t think anyone’s ever done that for me.”
He just smiled.
A gentleman who must have been the sommelier came to the table and showed us the bottle. After the sampling and nods of approval were done we were again alone. Let me say, the wine was amazing. But I was too focused on Mike to tell you much more than it was a full-bodied red.
“So, now that we’re alone, what should we do?” I said suggestively.
“I don’t know.”
“I have an idea. Unbutton your jeans and pull them and your underwear down around your ankles. No one will see us. But I want to see your cock right now.”
He shot me a stunned look, took a swig of the wine and simply said, “Okay.”
Even for me, this was a ballsy suggestion. I guess the past events really helped my ego.
With his pants down, his cock gently tented the napkin in his lap. I reached my hand under the napkin and started to stroke it. I have never, let me repeat, have never done something like this. He was biting his lip to keep from moaning. The look on his face was that of pure ecstasy. When I heard the waiter approaching I quickly pulled back and Mike pushed down and covered his cock with his arm.
“Your appetizers will be here in just a minute.”
We both just nodded. I don’t think either one of us was capable of speech at that point. Mike then reached to the floor and pulled his wallet out of his pants.
When the waiter returned with our food, Mike leaned over to him, handed him another $100 bill and whispered something.
I shot him a curious look. He said he told the waiter to keep everyone away from our table for 20 minutes because we had very important business deal to discuss and we couldn’t be distracted.
If I wasn’t already throbbingly hard, this latest act of bravado took care of that.
I went back to grab his cock.
“Not so fast mister. I need to see your dick too.”
I promptly complied. I then reached with my left hand and started stroking. He did the same with his right. We used our free hands to drink the wine. We tried to make polite conversation; we were in a fancy restaurant after all. Without a doubt, this was the hottest hand job I’ve ever had.
After we were done talking about the weather and healthcare reform I sensed he was getting close. His hips gave a good thrust and he started to shoot into his napkin. I pumped him until he was done. At that point I took the napkin leaving his still erect cock very exposed. I scooped some of the cum in my index finger and stuck it in my mouth. That sweet salty taste was all I needed and I promptly shot my load. Seriously, I had no idea my balls could produce this much.
He then whispered, “Turn about is fair play.”
He then grabbed my napkin, scooped a large amount of semen on his index finger and sucked it down. The Pope could have walk by at this point and we would have made no attempt to cover ourselves.
After a daringly long time, he looked at his watch, pointed at our dicks, and said, “We better put these guys away, dinner should be here soon.”
I smiled and suggestively said, “I can’t wait to see our next course.”
More to come…
“Now, where were we?” He asked in a joking quizical voice.
“Well, I think I was trying to get you uncomfortably erect in your jeans.”
“Then you’re doing your job.”
“You may not remember, but I’m Ray. …and you are?”
“Oh, I’m Mike. We kinda skipped the introductions earlier?”
“Well, I did tell you my name at the pool when I told you how much I liked your (dramatic pause) watch.”
He smiled and rubbed his crotch.
“Don’t do that again, I almost came in my shorts. I had to sit with my knees up for an eternity before my erection subsided." he replied.
He continued, "As much as I’d like to go right back to your room and have sex with you again right now, I haven’t had a romantic dinner in I don’t know how long. Would you mind if we had a nice meal? My treat.”
“Absolutely, I would have said yes even if you offered to go Dutch. Besides, who said we have to pick one or the other?” I replied.
As if on cue, the waiter showed up. “Do you two gentlemen know what you’d like?”
Mike looked at me and said, “Do you mind if I order for both of us?”
I’m old enough to know that I wasn’t in love, but I was in heavy lust. So I said “sounds great.”
Mike first picked a wine and then pointed out several items on the menu. Once again it was just the two of us.
“I don’t think anyone’s ever done that for me.”
He just smiled.
A gentleman who must have been the sommelier came to the table and showed us the bottle. After the sampling and nods of approval were done we were again alone. Let me say, the wine was amazing. But I was too focused on Mike to tell you much more than it was a full-bodied red.
“So, now that we’re alone, what should we do?” I said suggestively.
“I don’t know.”
“I have an idea. Unbutton your jeans and pull them and your underwear down around your ankles. No one will see us. But I want to see your cock right now.”
He shot me a stunned look, took a swig of the wine and simply said, “Okay.”
Even for me, this was a ballsy suggestion. I guess the past events really helped my ego.
With his pants down, his cock gently tented the napkin in his lap. I reached my hand under the napkin and started to stroke it. I have never, let me repeat, have never done something like this. He was biting his lip to keep from moaning. The look on his face was that of pure ecstasy. When I heard the waiter approaching I quickly pulled back and Mike pushed down and covered his cock with his arm.
“Your appetizers will be here in just a minute.”
We both just nodded. I don’t think either one of us was capable of speech at that point. Mike then reached to the floor and pulled his wallet out of his pants.
When the waiter returned with our food, Mike leaned over to him, handed him another $100 bill and whispered something.
I shot him a curious look. He said he told the waiter to keep everyone away from our table for 20 minutes because we had very important business deal to discuss and we couldn’t be distracted.
If I wasn’t already throbbingly hard, this latest act of bravado took care of that.
I went back to grab his cock.
“Not so fast mister. I need to see your dick too.”
I promptly complied. I then reached with my left hand and started stroking. He did the same with his right. We used our free hands to drink the wine. We tried to make polite conversation; we were in a fancy restaurant after all. Without a doubt, this was the hottest hand job I’ve ever had.
After we were done talking about the weather and healthcare reform I sensed he was getting close. His hips gave a good thrust and he started to shoot into his napkin. I pumped him until he was done. At that point I took the napkin leaving his still erect cock very exposed. I scooped some of the cum in my index finger and stuck it in my mouth. That sweet salty taste was all I needed and I promptly shot my load. Seriously, I had no idea my balls could produce this much.
He then whispered, “Turn about is fair play.”
He then grabbed my napkin, scooped a large amount of semen on his index finger and sucked it down. The Pope could have walk by at this point and we would have made no attempt to cover ourselves.
After a daringly long time, he looked at his watch, pointed at our dicks, and said, “We better put these guys away, dinner should be here soon.”
I smiled and suggestively said, “I can’t wait to see our next course.”
More to come…
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nice writing ThinInLA. Keep up the good work.
While I haven't posted any new stories in a while, I got hooked on writing erotic fiction after receiving some good feedback here in LPSG.
I think you have a talent and should try some other scenes and different situations.
Cheers
JJ
While I haven't posted any new stories in a while, I got hooked on writing erotic fiction after receiving some good feedback here in LPSG.
I think you have a talent and should try some other scenes and different situations.
Cheers
JJ
The next installment…
The main course did come and it was amazing. He had ordered us two of the finest Kobe steaks in the restaurant. They probably cost more than I usually spend on food in a week. After that we had a cheese course, then dessert with a bottle of port. Yes, I know you think I’m ruled by my penis, but the food was so amazing that my stomach overruled. But even more than that, the conversation convinced my brain to stay at the table for over two hours.
You can say what you want. Say that I’m just a mushy fag, that I’m a woman. I don’t care. I was enraptured with this man. He told me about his business, his hopes for the future and his sadness with his marriage. He also wanted to know about me. Unlike Parker, I told him that I was an artist, now an unemployed artist. I think I told him everything about me, from my upbringing, to the events that led to my dropping out, to what brought me here tonight.
The only thing I left out was how Parker had mistaken me for an escort; I was just too embarrassed to say that out loud.
He seemed genuinely concerned about my situation. I told him not to worry; I knew that I’d always be able take care of myself.
The waiter said, "Will there be anything else?"
"No, just a check."
Mike then pulled close to me and gave me a memorable kiss. Not memorable because he jammed his tongue down my throat, but instead for the soft touch that seemed to be his hallmark. He worked my top lip then moved to my lower lip, playfully biting and pressing his stubbly chin against mine. To me, it felt like the most masculine thing: two fit, hairy men sharing a passionate moment. Well, it was two until the waiter returned with our check. To my surprise Mike didn't stop, he instead introduced his tongue into the action, softly caressing my upper lip.
"I'll just leave this here; let me know when you're ready."
What happened to the hesitant man who was afraid to be seen getting off the elevator with me?
When the kiss drew to its natural conclusion, Mike looked at the check threw a few hundreds on the table and said, "Let's go."
As we walked through the lobby I asked, "Would you like to come to my room for a bit?"
"I thought you'd never ask. But before I do, I have to go back to my room and grab a few things." He then gave me a quick kiss on the cheek.
Hmm, I was curious as to what things. But, he hadn't made a misstep all night, so I responded, "You better hurry."
I got back to the room, stripped as quickly as I could. I had to take a shower, I really wanted to get the dried cum out of my pubes. I also brushed my teeth and made sure my hair was in place. I didn't want to get dressed again, but I wanted to make him undress me when he returned. So, I grabbed the white terry robe in the closet, sat in the chair and dreamed of what the rest of the evening would entail.
He must have taken me seriously, because he was at my door within minutes. I opened the door to see him with his suitcase and computer bag in tow.
"I hope you don't mind, I checked out of my room. I didn't want to risk having her come back and find me. Oh, I also extended your stay for another night. I plan on keeping you up all night and I don't want to get up early."
With that said he dropped his bags and walked over to me. He untied my robe, slid it off my shoulders and let it drop to the ground.
"I want to kiss you from head to toe,” he added.
I then looked down at him with a raised eyebrow and he looked up at me with a grin of recognition. We both had a good laugh.
"Oh, yeah, that would probably be more like neck to toe. I should have added, 'While you are lying on the bed?'"
The main course did come and it was amazing. He had ordered us two of the finest Kobe steaks in the restaurant. They probably cost more than I usually spend on food in a week. After that we had a cheese course, then dessert with a bottle of port. Yes, I know you think I’m ruled by my penis, but the food was so amazing that my stomach overruled. But even more than that, the conversation convinced my brain to stay at the table for over two hours.
You can say what you want. Say that I’m just a mushy fag, that I’m a woman. I don’t care. I was enraptured with this man. He told me about his business, his hopes for the future and his sadness with his marriage. He also wanted to know about me. Unlike Parker, I told him that I was an artist, now an unemployed artist. I think I told him everything about me, from my upbringing, to the events that led to my dropping out, to what brought me here tonight.
The only thing I left out was how Parker had mistaken me for an escort; I was just too embarrassed to say that out loud.
He seemed genuinely concerned about my situation. I told him not to worry; I knew that I’d always be able take care of myself.
The waiter said, "Will there be anything else?"
"No, just a check."
Mike then pulled close to me and gave me a memorable kiss. Not memorable because he jammed his tongue down my throat, but instead for the soft touch that seemed to be his hallmark. He worked my top lip then moved to my lower lip, playfully biting and pressing his stubbly chin against mine. To me, it felt like the most masculine thing: two fit, hairy men sharing a passionate moment. Well, it was two until the waiter returned with our check. To my surprise Mike didn't stop, he instead introduced his tongue into the action, softly caressing my upper lip.
"I'll just leave this here; let me know when you're ready."
What happened to the hesitant man who was afraid to be seen getting off the elevator with me?
When the kiss drew to its natural conclusion, Mike looked at the check threw a few hundreds on the table and said, "Let's go."
As we walked through the lobby I asked, "Would you like to come to my room for a bit?"
"I thought you'd never ask. But before I do, I have to go back to my room and grab a few things." He then gave me a quick kiss on the cheek.
Hmm, I was curious as to what things. But, he hadn't made a misstep all night, so I responded, "You better hurry."
I got back to the room, stripped as quickly as I could. I had to take a shower, I really wanted to get the dried cum out of my pubes. I also brushed my teeth and made sure my hair was in place. I didn't want to get dressed again, but I wanted to make him undress me when he returned. So, I grabbed the white terry robe in the closet, sat in the chair and dreamed of what the rest of the evening would entail.
He must have taken me seriously, because he was at my door within minutes. I opened the door to see him with his suitcase and computer bag in tow.
"I hope you don't mind, I checked out of my room. I didn't want to risk having her come back and find me. Oh, I also extended your stay for another night. I plan on keeping you up all night and I don't want to get up early."
With that said he dropped his bags and walked over to me. He untied my robe, slid it off my shoulders and let it drop to the ground.
"I want to kiss you from head to toe,” he added.
I then looked down at him with a raised eyebrow and he looked up at me with a grin of recognition. We both had a good laugh.
"Oh, yeah, that would probably be more like neck to toe. I should have added, 'While you are lying on the bed?'"
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I willingly moved to the middle of the bed, head on a pillow, arms way out to the sides, legs spread a nice distance apart, and my semi-hard floppy cock resting on top of my left leg.
He motioned for me to stay put. He opened his bag and pulled out two candles and a CD. He put one candle in the bathroom and one on the bureau next to the television. With the candles lit, he turned off the other lights, started the CD and came over to the bed.
I was just about to ask him something, when he put his index finger across my lips and whispered, "Shhh, don't say and word and please, don't move your hot body."
The CD started playing as Mike undressed. As requested, I did not move (well, except one part of me...). First he took off his shirt. He massaged his fine chest. He stopped to play with his nipples. They were deep brown and small in size but they came to attention within seconds. I wanted to grab him and pull him down on top of me, but I held back, only faintly flexing my hips upward with the movement of my cock. He smiled when he saw my tortured reaction and proceeded to remove his socks and shoes. At this stage he put on another little show. He worked his hands over his chest and cock. From the increasingly obvious bulge in his pants, I could see that he was also getting very aroused. Then he got on the bed and stood over me. He moved his legs to just above my shoulders and slowly thrust his crotch closer to me. I so wanted to rip off his pants and deep throat his amazing tool.
But, before I did that, he pulled back and gave me the most sensual smile and gestured with his left hand to wait. He moved back and started to remove his belt and jeans. The softly playing music was the perfect choice for heightening the intensity. (If you're wondering, it was Barry White's "All Time Greatest Hits". Yes, it's old school. But trust me. Get this CD and a candle or two and try it with your mate. You'll definitely be thanking me.) With his jeans off, he returned to his position standing over me. I could now see his defined hairy legs and his low-rise Calvin Klein briefs. They looked as good on him as any billboard model. There wasn't a hint of fat anywhere to be seen. The briefs were white with a thick black waistband. Well, they were almost all white. I could see a big dried cum stain from our earlier endeavors. I could all see his lovely cock, which was shifted to the right. At the tip I could see a new wet spot forming.
This was too much for me. I felt like I was about to cum spontaneously. Almost subconsciously, I began to lift my right arm.
He stepped back just a bit, put his index finger over his lips and again whispered, “Shhh, be still my sweet.” I gently nodded in agreement and returned my arm.
He now got down on all four and straddled his crotch on my face. Without lifting my head, I licked at the dried cum. He rotated enough to also let me also savor the nectar-like pre-cum that was pressing through the cotton. I was in a trance like state. Even though the outside world was just that, outside, I was experiencing a sensory overload. The music took care of hearing, the flickering of the candles against his flesh was sight, the combination of his dried cum and natural pungence was smell, when the cotton rubbed against my stubble feel was taken care of, and as I said, the dried semen and fresh pre-cum was sweeter than any desert I’ve had.
He let this go on for several minutes until he started to moan so loud I thought he was going to shoot a load. But, he backed off. I lay there staring at him, earnestly waiting for his next move. He then pull off his briefs and stood back from the bed smiling at me. I took in every inch of his body. His dick was completely erect. I noticed that it was the same color as his nipples. It was the most perfect contrast to the pale flesh that, earlier today, was hidden below his bathing suit. If it was possible, his cock looked even bigger than this afternoon.
“I don’t want us to cum yet,” he said.
But, there is more to come.
He motioned for me to stay put. He opened his bag and pulled out two candles and a CD. He put one candle in the bathroom and one on the bureau next to the television. With the candles lit, he turned off the other lights, started the CD and came over to the bed.
I was just about to ask him something, when he put his index finger across my lips and whispered, "Shhh, don't say and word and please, don't move your hot body."
The CD started playing as Mike undressed. As requested, I did not move (well, except one part of me...). First he took off his shirt. He massaged his fine chest. He stopped to play with his nipples. They were deep brown and small in size but they came to attention within seconds. I wanted to grab him and pull him down on top of me, but I held back, only faintly flexing my hips upward with the movement of my cock. He smiled when he saw my tortured reaction and proceeded to remove his socks and shoes. At this stage he put on another little show. He worked his hands over his chest and cock. From the increasingly obvious bulge in his pants, I could see that he was also getting very aroused. Then he got on the bed and stood over me. He moved his legs to just above my shoulders and slowly thrust his crotch closer to me. I so wanted to rip off his pants and deep throat his amazing tool.
But, before I did that, he pulled back and gave me the most sensual smile and gestured with his left hand to wait. He moved back and started to remove his belt and jeans. The softly playing music was the perfect choice for heightening the intensity. (If you're wondering, it was Barry White's "All Time Greatest Hits". Yes, it's old school. But trust me. Get this CD and a candle or two and try it with your mate. You'll definitely be thanking me.) With his jeans off, he returned to his position standing over me. I could now see his defined hairy legs and his low-rise Calvin Klein briefs. They looked as good on him as any billboard model. There wasn't a hint of fat anywhere to be seen. The briefs were white with a thick black waistband. Well, they were almost all white. I could see a big dried cum stain from our earlier endeavors. I could all see his lovely cock, which was shifted to the right. At the tip I could see a new wet spot forming.
This was too much for me. I felt like I was about to cum spontaneously. Almost subconsciously, I began to lift my right arm.
He stepped back just a bit, put his index finger over his lips and again whispered, “Shhh, be still my sweet.” I gently nodded in agreement and returned my arm.
He now got down on all four and straddled his crotch on my face. Without lifting my head, I licked at the dried cum. He rotated enough to also let me also savor the nectar-like pre-cum that was pressing through the cotton. I was in a trance like state. Even though the outside world was just that, outside, I was experiencing a sensory overload. The music took care of hearing, the flickering of the candles against his flesh was sight, the combination of his dried cum and natural pungence was smell, when the cotton rubbed against my stubble feel was taken care of, and as I said, the dried semen and fresh pre-cum was sweeter than any desert I’ve had.
He let this go on for several minutes until he started to moan so loud I thought he was going to shoot a load. But, he backed off. I lay there staring at him, earnestly waiting for his next move. He then pull off his briefs and stood back from the bed smiling at me. I took in every inch of his body. His dick was completely erect. I noticed that it was the same color as his nipples. It was the most perfect contrast to the pale flesh that, earlier today, was hidden below his bathing suit. If it was possible, his cock looked even bigger than this afternoon.
“I don’t want us to cum yet,” he said.
But, there is more to come.
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you really have quite a gift with your story telling. you're imaginative, witty, and have a great sense for *ahem* climatic situations. 
Even though you could say that the details in the beginning were mundane, I didn't mind them at all. A little back story never hurts, and it makes the character seem more real and tangible to us, and therefore makes the situation even hotter as we read it. It's much better then simply starting off with "Ray recently lost his job, and decided to go to a resort and then he had sex". I think you executed the back story well, maybe next time just work it in a way that builds to something later in the story. For instance, trying to get some kind of loan because he lost his job he must convince a banker somehow to give it to him which leads to blah blah blah, etc.
All in all though, you're writing style and story telling skills are fresh, articulate, and you keep the story moving along. I LOVE it, and I totally got off to it. Can't wait to read more!
Cheers!
Even though you could say that the details in the beginning were mundane, I didn't mind them at all. A little back story never hurts, and it makes the character seem more real and tangible to us, and therefore makes the situation even hotter as we read it. It's much better then simply starting off with "Ray recently lost his job, and decided to go to a resort and then he had sex". I think you executed the back story well, maybe next time just work it in a way that builds to something later in the story. For instance, trying to get some kind of loan because he lost his job he must convince a banker somehow to give it to him which leads to blah blah blah, etc. All in all though, you're writing style and story telling skills are fresh, articulate, and you keep the story moving along. I LOVE it, and I totally got off to it. Can't wait to read more!
Cheers!
The saga continues
He then walked into the bathroom. After two or three minutes I heard his stream of piss hitting the toilet and I realized that I had an urgent need to pee too.
I know you told me not get up, but I gotta pee.
I hear you man, me too. I guess we had a lot of wine.
He stood there admiring my naked body.
Its never gonna get soft enough if you dont leave me alone, I smiled.
After an eternity of thinking about non-arousing stuff I was able to relieve myself. I caught him looking at me, I had a feeling he has a good amount of kink below the surface and I smiled.
When I was done, he grabbed me by my swinging cock and led me back to the bed.
Stay here, Im not done with you.
I returned to my position on the bed while he went back in the bathroom. He returned a few seconds later with the lube and my last condom.
Cool, I thought, he wants me to fuck him.
Instinctively I reached for the condom. He playfully grabbed my arm to stop me.
Not so fast mister, I didnt say it was time for fucking. If you dont learn to lie still, Ill have to find a way to tie you down. Maybe that kinks not so far below the surface
He then walked to the CD and restarted Barry. I didnt realize that we had already listened to the entire album. I knew we were at it a long time and the thought of hearing it again made my body tingle in anticipation.
With the music playing he got on the bed, straddled me and began an erotic exploration of my body. As promised he started at my head. He ran his hands through my hair, he slowly passed his index finder all over my face, he nibbled at my ears. I was now moaning and my hips were writhing. I could feel my pre-cum dripping onto my chest. I didnt want him to stop, but I wanted to cum so badly. Ive never been with someone who could edge me for as long and as well as Mike.
He moved to my lips, kissing me just as wonderfully as he did at dinner, but even more so. Considering how closely and tenderly he explored every aspect of my face, he could have been a sculptor about to chisel my likeness in stone.
He then worked his magic on my arms. Sniffing my pits made his cock pulsate. He rubbed my hands all over his face. His thick stubble was in contrast to his slow fluid motions.
Please, I softly begged, please, do that to my cock.
I was in heaven when he complied. He wrapped his middle finger and thumb around my rod and slowly stroked it from base to tip.
Dont get too used to this. Im not done exploring you.
With that he moved to my legs. I moaned, well almost screamed, when he rubbed my inner thigh. I really didnt think I could take this exquisite torture much longer. My scream caught his attention.
He looked up, smiled, and said, If I wasnt already a leg man, Id be one now.
Not to be immodest, but I have great legs. In my 20s and early 30s I cycled all the time. My beefy calves and thighs were testament to this. I felt noticeably anxious when he got to my feet. Would this torture be done soon? Would I be able to fuck his sweet ass?
I think he sensed that because he took and extra long time kissing and massaging each foot. I could feel the last bit of tension escape from my body as he pressed his thumbs into the arch of my feet.
He then walked into the bathroom. After two or three minutes I heard his stream of piss hitting the toilet and I realized that I had an urgent need to pee too.
I know you told me not get up, but I gotta pee.
I hear you man, me too. I guess we had a lot of wine.
He stood there admiring my naked body.
Its never gonna get soft enough if you dont leave me alone, I smiled.
After an eternity of thinking about non-arousing stuff I was able to relieve myself. I caught him looking at me, I had a feeling he has a good amount of kink below the surface and I smiled.
When I was done, he grabbed me by my swinging cock and led me back to the bed.
Stay here, Im not done with you.
I returned to my position on the bed while he went back in the bathroom. He returned a few seconds later with the lube and my last condom.
Cool, I thought, he wants me to fuck him.
Instinctively I reached for the condom. He playfully grabbed my arm to stop me.
Not so fast mister, I didnt say it was time for fucking. If you dont learn to lie still, Ill have to find a way to tie you down. Maybe that kinks not so far below the surface
He then walked to the CD and restarted Barry. I didnt realize that we had already listened to the entire album. I knew we were at it a long time and the thought of hearing it again made my body tingle in anticipation.
With the music playing he got on the bed, straddled me and began an erotic exploration of my body. As promised he started at my head. He ran his hands through my hair, he slowly passed his index finder all over my face, he nibbled at my ears. I was now moaning and my hips were writhing. I could feel my pre-cum dripping onto my chest. I didnt want him to stop, but I wanted to cum so badly. Ive never been with someone who could edge me for as long and as well as Mike.
He moved to my lips, kissing me just as wonderfully as he did at dinner, but even more so. Considering how closely and tenderly he explored every aspect of my face, he could have been a sculptor about to chisel my likeness in stone.
He then worked his magic on my arms. Sniffing my pits made his cock pulsate. He rubbed my hands all over his face. His thick stubble was in contrast to his slow fluid motions.
Please, I softly begged, please, do that to my cock.
I was in heaven when he complied. He wrapped his middle finger and thumb around my rod and slowly stroked it from base to tip.
Dont get too used to this. Im not done exploring you.
With that he moved to my legs. I moaned, well almost screamed, when he rubbed my inner thigh. I really didnt think I could take this exquisite torture much longer. My scream caught his attention.
He looked up, smiled, and said, If I wasnt already a leg man, Id be one now.
Not to be immodest, but I have great legs. In my 20s and early 30s I cycled all the time. My beefy calves and thighs were testament to this. I felt noticeably anxious when he got to my feet. Would this torture be done soon? Would I be able to fuck his sweet ass?
I think he sensed that because he took and extra long time kissing and massaging each foot. I could feel the last bit of tension escape from my body as he pressed his thumbs into the arch of my feet.
He then straddled me on all fours and went to work on my chest. This was simply not fair. Our cocks were lightly jousting each other while he softly bit and teased my nipples. I had to fight the urge to overpower him and jam my cock up his ass. The whole time my breathing was getting noticeably louder. In the 20 years Ive been sexually active, Id never had anything like this.
Just when I thought I would spontaneously combust, he said, Flip over.
I hesitated a bit, and he repeated himself, Flip over, I promise it will be worth it.
Id never seen someone with so much stamina and self control. At this point I thought he was going to move to my back. To my surprise he didnt. Instead he started exploring my ass, taint, and balls. He must have had his tongue up my ass for a good ten minutes. I could feel his spit everywhere.
Im guessing he was satisfied with his work because pulled back and said, Turn over.
It had to happen now, my dick stiffened in anticipation. He grabbed the condom package, opened it and wrapped it on his cock.
The look on my face said it all.
Thats right, Im gonna fuck you (extra emphasis) Ray.
Mike, you dont understand, Im mostly a top. Anyway, Ive never bottomed for anyone even close to your girth and length.
He leaned over and whispered in my ear, Ill be gentle, I promise. He then licked and nibbled on that very same ear. How could I resist?
Okay, I trust you, just take it slow.
He threw me a bright smile and got back on his knees. I moved my hands to touch his legs and lifted my legs, resting them on his shoulders. He grabbed the lube and went back to work on my asshole. He really was being a gentleman. He took plenty of time to relax me and my sphincter.
Then he covered his cock in more lube and moved his tip into my ass. The whole time he kept his eyes focusing on my face, checking my every expression. We must have listened to at least three songs in the time it took him to get it half way in. Every time I tensed, he stopped and waited for me to relax. There was definitely some pain, but I forgot all about that when his cock finally rubbed my prostate.
That simple movement sent shivers through my rod.
Mike, I want you. Fuck me. Give me all of it. I then moved my legs from atop his shoulders and wrapped them around his torso. I pulled him closer. I forced the rest of his cock in me. It felt like we had become one. Our bodies joined in the rhythm of his thrusting hips. Every thrust made my cock pulsate. He grabbed the lube and covered my cock. He then took both hands and gave me strong hand job.
Wed been edging for several hours at this point so I knew it wouldnt take long. I resumed my moaning, but much louder this time. He kept repeating, Oh yeah. After a few more minutes this progressed to, Oh Ray, Im close, Im close, oh yeah, here it comes.
He then slammed his hips against my ass as he drained his balls. The extra force against my prostate did me in; I gushed a sizeable sticky load. When I stopped shooting, he took his hand and rubbed my semen all over my hairy chest. (A man after my own heart.) I have to admit, the almost eternal edging was worth it. I released my legs from his torso. He followed by slowly removing his cock. Then he lay on top of me, his head resting on my shoulder.
We didnt say a word. I was fixated on his warm body, his breath, the occasional quiver. His breathing slowed and I soon caught on that he was asleep. My ass was definitely tender from what had just happened, but that wasnt a complaint. In fact, I had no complaints at all. I caressed his back for a few more minutes until I too was sleeping.
And to all a good night, for now
Just when I thought I would spontaneously combust, he said, Flip over.
I hesitated a bit, and he repeated himself, Flip over, I promise it will be worth it.
Id never seen someone with so much stamina and self control. At this point I thought he was going to move to my back. To my surprise he didnt. Instead he started exploring my ass, taint, and balls. He must have had his tongue up my ass for a good ten minutes. I could feel his spit everywhere.
Im guessing he was satisfied with his work because pulled back and said, Turn over.
It had to happen now, my dick stiffened in anticipation. He grabbed the condom package, opened it and wrapped it on his cock.
The look on my face said it all.
Thats right, Im gonna fuck you (extra emphasis) Ray.
Mike, you dont understand, Im mostly a top. Anyway, Ive never bottomed for anyone even close to your girth and length.
He leaned over and whispered in my ear, Ill be gentle, I promise. He then licked and nibbled on that very same ear. How could I resist?
Okay, I trust you, just take it slow.
He threw me a bright smile and got back on his knees. I moved my hands to touch his legs and lifted my legs, resting them on his shoulders. He grabbed the lube and went back to work on my asshole. He really was being a gentleman. He took plenty of time to relax me and my sphincter.
Then he covered his cock in more lube and moved his tip into my ass. The whole time he kept his eyes focusing on my face, checking my every expression. We must have listened to at least three songs in the time it took him to get it half way in. Every time I tensed, he stopped and waited for me to relax. There was definitely some pain, but I forgot all about that when his cock finally rubbed my prostate.
That simple movement sent shivers through my rod.
Mike, I want you. Fuck me. Give me all of it. I then moved my legs from atop his shoulders and wrapped them around his torso. I pulled him closer. I forced the rest of his cock in me. It felt like we had become one. Our bodies joined in the rhythm of his thrusting hips. Every thrust made my cock pulsate. He grabbed the lube and covered my cock. He then took both hands and gave me strong hand job.
Wed been edging for several hours at this point so I knew it wouldnt take long. I resumed my moaning, but much louder this time. He kept repeating, Oh yeah. After a few more minutes this progressed to, Oh Ray, Im close, Im close, oh yeah, here it comes.
He then slammed his hips against my ass as he drained his balls. The extra force against my prostate did me in; I gushed a sizeable sticky load. When I stopped shooting, he took his hand and rubbed my semen all over my hairy chest. (A man after my own heart.) I have to admit, the almost eternal edging was worth it. I released my legs from his torso. He followed by slowly removing his cock. Then he lay on top of me, his head resting on my shoulder.
We didnt say a word. I was fixated on his warm body, his breath, the occasional quiver. His breathing slowed and I soon caught on that he was asleep. My ass was definitely tender from what had just happened, but that wasnt a complaint. In fact, I had no complaints at all. I caressed his back for a few more minutes until I too was sleeping.
And to all a good night, for now
The weekend isn’t over yet…
I awoke in the most relaxed mood. It was after 11:00 AM and Mike was still asleep, our bodies intertwined. I lay there looking at him replaying last night. If you can believe it, I was once again getting aroused thinking about what we did.
After a few minutes he woke up too. He didn’t say anything for a while; he just smiled for a while. I’m guessing he too was taking inventory of last night’s events.
“Good morning,” I said
“A very good morning.”
“You know,” he continued, “I’m kinda sticky.”
“Me too, you can add sweaty to that list”
“How about we round it out with stinky, definitely stinky. And I really gotta pee.”
“I think showers are in order.”
That said we headed directly to the shower. With the rain head drenching us, I began soaping his body. He was even more beautiful in the morning sun. I then noticed that he was also taking a piss on my leg. “Kinky little fucker,” I thought.
“I hope you don’t mind, she would never let me do this.”
“Not a problem,” I said as I grabbed my cock and unloaded my full bladder all over his chest.
My warm piss made his cock start to harden.
“Hmm, I wonder what you want to do?” I joked as I soaped his cock.
He immediately turned me around and started pushing his dick at my ass.
“Hold on, even if I wasn’t so sore from your monster cock, we’re out of condoms. But I’d be happy to give you a morning blow.”
I quickly rinsed off the soap and went to work. Just as memorable as yesterday. Just as long. Just as thick. I massaged his balls with one hand while I reached up and pinched a nipple with the other.
He on the other hand, stood very still. The only exceptions were his hands which he slowly ran through my hair, giving me the most sensual scalp massage. It was probably one of the most peaceful blow jobs I’ve ever given. Well, except for the huge cock pushing its way down my throat. He only let on the softest of moans as his hips thrust his cock a bit deeper into my mouth and shot yet another load.
As much as I like the long, romantic sex we had last night, I enjoy a good, get down to business blow job just as much. Being in a get down to business mood, I got up, turned off the water and said, “We better get some condoms, I’m not nearly done with you.”
“I could probably use some fresh underwear, too,” I added. Remember, I got here on a Friday night, expecting to leave the next morning. It was now Sunday morning and, courtesy of Mike, I was staying until tomorrow.
“Well, as long as you need some clothes, I could probably use some too. I called my wife last night and told her that I wasn’t coming home this week. I’m going to stay at our downtown loft for a while.”
As turned on as I got while we were drying off and getting dressed, I resisted the urge to fool around. I wasn’t joking when I said I wanted to get some condoms.
We showed up at the valet stand, I gave them my ticket, pulled out the last of Parker’s hundreds, and waited for my truck to arrive.
Just before it showed up I tried to prepare him for my truck. I said, “I hope you don’t mind riding in my truck, it’s probably a lot older and more basic than you’re used to.”
“Why would you say that, do you think I’m my wife?”
“Only if she has an eight inch penis.”
Then my ’97 Nissan Pickup rolled into view. 175,000 original one owner miles. As cool as Mike wanted to be, it caught him off guard. I couldn’t figure out if this was because he was thinking:
A. “I have to ride in that,”
B. “Wow, he really is a starving artist,”
C. “Hmm, that reminds me of my vineyard owner / seasonal field worker fantasy,” or
D. All of the above.
Whatever it was, he quickly regained composure and we were off. Before we even got off of the hotel grounds he was doing his best to get his left hand into my shorts. Damn, I’m starting to believe that I’m the first sex he’s had in a year. I’m usually a Penney’s type of guy, but I figured that he was more of a Nordstrom’s shopper. So, without asking I drove us to the new outdoor mall with Nordstrom’s as the anchor.
He looked at me and said, “How you know this is where I usually shop? Am I that obvious?”
I just smiled. We walked into the store and he went right to work. He was definitely a very directed shopper. He was looking at suits that cost as much as my rent.
“While you’re doing this, I’ll grab some condoms.”
I walked out to the mall and easily found a pharmacy. I can be a quick shopper too. I walked back to the pharmacy counter where the condoms are usually sold. I was amazed and happy to find that they had the Magnum XL brand that I like so much. I can live with the regular Magnum, but XL really is more comfortable. There was no one on line at the prescription pick-up counter so I walked over to pay.
I awoke in the most relaxed mood. It was after 11:00 AM and Mike was still asleep, our bodies intertwined. I lay there looking at him replaying last night. If you can believe it, I was once again getting aroused thinking about what we did.
After a few minutes he woke up too. He didn’t say anything for a while; he just smiled for a while. I’m guessing he too was taking inventory of last night’s events.
“Good morning,” I said
“A very good morning.”
“You know,” he continued, “I’m kinda sticky.”
“Me too, you can add sweaty to that list”
“How about we round it out with stinky, definitely stinky. And I really gotta pee.”
“I think showers are in order.”
That said we headed directly to the shower. With the rain head drenching us, I began soaping his body. He was even more beautiful in the morning sun. I then noticed that he was also taking a piss on my leg. “Kinky little fucker,” I thought.
“I hope you don’t mind, she would never let me do this.”
“Not a problem,” I said as I grabbed my cock and unloaded my full bladder all over his chest.
My warm piss made his cock start to harden.
“Hmm, I wonder what you want to do?” I joked as I soaped his cock.
He immediately turned me around and started pushing his dick at my ass.
“Hold on, even if I wasn’t so sore from your monster cock, we’re out of condoms. But I’d be happy to give you a morning blow.”
I quickly rinsed off the soap and went to work. Just as memorable as yesterday. Just as long. Just as thick. I massaged his balls with one hand while I reached up and pinched a nipple with the other.
He on the other hand, stood very still. The only exceptions were his hands which he slowly ran through my hair, giving me the most sensual scalp massage. It was probably one of the most peaceful blow jobs I’ve ever given. Well, except for the huge cock pushing its way down my throat. He only let on the softest of moans as his hips thrust his cock a bit deeper into my mouth and shot yet another load.
As much as I like the long, romantic sex we had last night, I enjoy a good, get down to business blow job just as much. Being in a get down to business mood, I got up, turned off the water and said, “We better get some condoms, I’m not nearly done with you.”
“I could probably use some fresh underwear, too,” I added. Remember, I got here on a Friday night, expecting to leave the next morning. It was now Sunday morning and, courtesy of Mike, I was staying until tomorrow.
“Well, as long as you need some clothes, I could probably use some too. I called my wife last night and told her that I wasn’t coming home this week. I’m going to stay at our downtown loft for a while.”
As turned on as I got while we were drying off and getting dressed, I resisted the urge to fool around. I wasn’t joking when I said I wanted to get some condoms.
We showed up at the valet stand, I gave them my ticket, pulled out the last of Parker’s hundreds, and waited for my truck to arrive.
Just before it showed up I tried to prepare him for my truck. I said, “I hope you don’t mind riding in my truck, it’s probably a lot older and more basic than you’re used to.”
“Why would you say that, do you think I’m my wife?”
“Only if she has an eight inch penis.”
Then my ’97 Nissan Pickup rolled into view. 175,000 original one owner miles. As cool as Mike wanted to be, it caught him off guard. I couldn’t figure out if this was because he was thinking:
A. “I have to ride in that,”
B. “Wow, he really is a starving artist,”
C. “Hmm, that reminds me of my vineyard owner / seasonal field worker fantasy,” or
D. All of the above.
Whatever it was, he quickly regained composure and we were off. Before we even got off of the hotel grounds he was doing his best to get his left hand into my shorts. Damn, I’m starting to believe that I’m the first sex he’s had in a year. I’m usually a Penney’s type of guy, but I figured that he was more of a Nordstrom’s shopper. So, without asking I drove us to the new outdoor mall with Nordstrom’s as the anchor.
He looked at me and said, “How you know this is where I usually shop? Am I that obvious?”
I just smiled. We walked into the store and he went right to work. He was definitely a very directed shopper. He was looking at suits that cost as much as my rent.
“While you’re doing this, I’ll grab some condoms.”
I walked out to the mall and easily found a pharmacy. I can be a quick shopper too. I walked back to the pharmacy counter where the condoms are usually sold. I was amazed and happy to find that they had the Magnum XL brand that I like so much. I can live with the regular Magnum, but XL really is more comfortable. There was no one on line at the prescription pick-up counter so I walked over to pay.
The pharmacist behind the counter was, in a word, breathtaking. He looked like he was 23, 24 tops. He was shorter than Mike, probably 55. But he was built. Not fat, just built. Really built. Im guessing he used to be wrestler in high school. He had the stereotypical surfer look, a big mop of blond hair, blue eyes, and a great tan. He reminded me of the straight boys featured on Sean Cody.
When I approached the counter he automatically said, Did you find everything okay?
Im always a bit more proud and confident when Im purchasing XL rubbers and Im guessing he heard that in my voice when I said, I think so.
He then looked at the box of condoms on the counter, looked up at me, down at the box one more time, and once again up at me. Without flinching he said, You may want to consider getting some personal lubricant to go along with that.
What was happening to me? First Parker, then (and still) Mike, and now this? But, who am I told look a gift horse in the mouth?
Thats a good idea, what do you suggest?
He then proceeded to show me one of the silicone lubricants that were formerly only available in special bookstores. My how far weve come.
Sounds good, I said as I looked as his tag, Youre the professional Dylan, Ill take it.
I was still lost in thought when he said, If you have any trouble with the usage of these products, dont hesitate to call, thats why were here.
He then handed me his card and continued, Im getting off after two today, so Ill also give you my cell number just in case something comes up.
I didnt know what to say, I was simply blown away. He rang up the sale and handed me the bag.
Dont loose this moment, idiot, think of something, say something, I thought.
I dont know how I did it, but I was able to say, Are these products recommended for groups of three?
Well, it can be tricky.
I felt my cock stirring as I responded, I wouldnt want to take any chances. If its not too much of an imposition, I could probably use your help. I then proceeded to tell him the name of the hotel and my room number. This was too much to believe. But what were the chances that he would actually show?
I walked back to Nordstroms, my semi-hard cock drawing many stares from under served wives. Once in the store I saw Mike speaking with a sales associate. She was an attractive woman, probably in her mid 50s, probably once married to a man like Mike. With her help, they had picked out a pile of suits, shirts, and ties. I guess Mike was serious when he said he wasnt going home. As I sat by the fitting rooms, he tried on all of the suits, having them pinned and chalked.
As he was walking back to his fitting room for another change, he said, Ray, come here, I want to show you something. Dont forget your bag.
I really didnt think anything of it as I innocently followed him into the fitting room. It was very fancy, with a real door and full height walls. Once in the room, he locked the door and whispered, Fuck me. Right now. Do I need to ask you twice?
Within seconds he was out of the suit and shirt he was trying on. His underwear followed, leaving him in nothing but white athletic socks. I simply pulled off my shorts and underwear, leaving everything else on.
Get up on the stool, I said in an equally soft voice. It was the kind that you stand on when tailors want to measure the hem on new pants. It was about seven or eight inches high. Not much, but enough to raise his fine ass up to my dick. I ripped open the condoms as fast as possible and rolled it over my throbbing dick.
Youre lucky I bought lube, I said into his ear.
I then poured it on my cock and my right hand. Time was of the essence as I quickly greased up his asshole and coated the entire condom. Without being told, he spread his legs as much as the stool would allow and willingly arched is ass out towards me like a seasoned bottom.
Then I stuck it in. I must have gone a little too fast because he let out a barely muffled shriek.
The saleswoman knocked on the door. Is everything okay?
Just fine, be out in a minute.
She must have known what was going on, but since Mike was probably going to spend at least $10,000 she simply responded, Let me know if you need anything.
Sorry, I didnt mean to put it in so fast, you need to learn to bite your lips. I chuckled.
He giggled too and we went back to work. In record time he was able to take all of my 8-1/2 inches, right down to my balls. Ah, my balls. Just a few minutes after I was in, my balls were pulling up tight. Ejaculation should be any moment now. I reached my hands around and pulled his hips tight. I thrust into him and shot my load.
I was now breathing like I had just finished power yoga. As quickly as I could I pulled out. I grabbed his underwear to clean his ass and my hands. With the condom still on, I stuffed my very hard tool into my underwear and got dressed.
He looked at his underwear and said, I guess I need to add that to the list too.
More to come
When I approached the counter he automatically said, Did you find everything okay?
Im always a bit more proud and confident when Im purchasing XL rubbers and Im guessing he heard that in my voice when I said, I think so.
He then looked at the box of condoms on the counter, looked up at me, down at the box one more time, and once again up at me. Without flinching he said, You may want to consider getting some personal lubricant to go along with that.
What was happening to me? First Parker, then (and still) Mike, and now this? But, who am I told look a gift horse in the mouth?
Thats a good idea, what do you suggest?
He then proceeded to show me one of the silicone lubricants that were formerly only available in special bookstores. My how far weve come.
Sounds good, I said as I looked as his tag, Youre the professional Dylan, Ill take it.
I was still lost in thought when he said, If you have any trouble with the usage of these products, dont hesitate to call, thats why were here.
He then handed me his card and continued, Im getting off after two today, so Ill also give you my cell number just in case something comes up.
I didnt know what to say, I was simply blown away. He rang up the sale and handed me the bag.
Dont loose this moment, idiot, think of something, say something, I thought.
I dont know how I did it, but I was able to say, Are these products recommended for groups of three?
Well, it can be tricky.
I felt my cock stirring as I responded, I wouldnt want to take any chances. If its not too much of an imposition, I could probably use your help. I then proceeded to tell him the name of the hotel and my room number. This was too much to believe. But what were the chances that he would actually show?
I walked back to Nordstroms, my semi-hard cock drawing many stares from under served wives. Once in the store I saw Mike speaking with a sales associate. She was an attractive woman, probably in her mid 50s, probably once married to a man like Mike. With her help, they had picked out a pile of suits, shirts, and ties. I guess Mike was serious when he said he wasnt going home. As I sat by the fitting rooms, he tried on all of the suits, having them pinned and chalked.
As he was walking back to his fitting room for another change, he said, Ray, come here, I want to show you something. Dont forget your bag.
I really didnt think anything of it as I innocently followed him into the fitting room. It was very fancy, with a real door and full height walls. Once in the room, he locked the door and whispered, Fuck me. Right now. Do I need to ask you twice?
Within seconds he was out of the suit and shirt he was trying on. His underwear followed, leaving him in nothing but white athletic socks. I simply pulled off my shorts and underwear, leaving everything else on.
Get up on the stool, I said in an equally soft voice. It was the kind that you stand on when tailors want to measure the hem on new pants. It was about seven or eight inches high. Not much, but enough to raise his fine ass up to my dick. I ripped open the condoms as fast as possible and rolled it over my throbbing dick.
Youre lucky I bought lube, I said into his ear.
I then poured it on my cock and my right hand. Time was of the essence as I quickly greased up his asshole and coated the entire condom. Without being told, he spread his legs as much as the stool would allow and willingly arched is ass out towards me like a seasoned bottom.
Then I stuck it in. I must have gone a little too fast because he let out a barely muffled shriek.
The saleswoman knocked on the door. Is everything okay?
Just fine, be out in a minute.
She must have known what was going on, but since Mike was probably going to spend at least $10,000 she simply responded, Let me know if you need anything.
Sorry, I didnt mean to put it in so fast, you need to learn to bite your lips. I chuckled.
He giggled too and we went back to work. In record time he was able to take all of my 8-1/2 inches, right down to my balls. Ah, my balls. Just a few minutes after I was in, my balls were pulling up tight. Ejaculation should be any moment now. I reached my hands around and pulled his hips tight. I thrust into him and shot my load.
I was now breathing like I had just finished power yoga. As quickly as I could I pulled out. I grabbed his underwear to clean his ass and my hands. With the condom still on, I stuffed my very hard tool into my underwear and got dressed.
He looked at his underwear and said, I guess I need to add that to the list too.
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I left the fitting room ahead of Mike and found a bathroom. I tossed his underwear in the trash and cleaned the bottle of lube. On my way out I remembered I was still wearing that nasty condom so I walked into a stall and tossed it in the toilet. My underwear was now thoroughly covered in lube, I took them off and threw them out with Mike’s.
In case you didn’t know, it’s never a good idea to go commando when your package is as large as mine. It wasn’t until I was back at the sink rewashing my hands did I remember this. My seeming insatiable cock was still semi-hard and tenting my cargo shorts. The best I could do was carry the bag of lube and condoms in front of it.
Back in the men’s department I saw Mike at the register. A quick scan of his crotch showed he was having a similar problem. I just laughed, but the sight of it made me even harder. The second thing that caught my eye was the eight very large shopping bags overflowing with clothes. I guessed he planned on staying at his loft a good long time. We made a little small talk, grabbed the bags and walked back to the truck. As soon as we were out of the parking lot, he went to unzip my pants.
Yes, I was still semi hard and definitely open to it, but I managed to give him quite a glare.
“Sorry, I thought you’d like it. I’ve always wanted to get hand job while driving and I figured this could be almost as much fun.”
“No, I’m sorry, that’s not what I was feeling, I was just surprised. When it comes to sex, you have to be one of the most inventive men I’ve ever met. It’s like you have a long list of things you have to try.”
He let out a spontaneous laugh and said, “How’d you know? Actually I do have a list.”
My faced formed a quizzical expression and I said, “Really.”
“Yes, really, I had to do something while I wasn’t getting laid.”
“You have a wonderful imagination.”
“Well, I can’t take full credit for it. There is the internet after all. I shouldn’t be, but I was surprised at the sheer number of sexual website. Hell, there’s even a website just for guys with large cocks.”
“Bullshit.”
“No, really, it’s called the Large Penis Support Group. At first I thought it was some sort of twelve step site, but I quickly learned. The stories on that site are probably responsible for half of the items on my list!”
Thinking about what I had possibly set up with Dylan I responded, “So, is something as basic as a three-way on your list?”
He laughed and said, “Of course, that’s a prerequisite.”
I didn’t say a word more about the three-way, I wanted to surprise him. I just opened my thighs and let him get to work on my now fully erect penis.
I had cum so much in the past two days. Even though I was hard as a rock, I couldn’t cum. My dick was actually getting sore from his stroking me without lube, but I didn’t have the heart to tell him to stop. Thankfully, just before it fell off, he spotted a supermarket and ordered, “Quick, pull in; I’ll get some food so we can have lunch in the room.”
“Your wish is my command.”
I found a spot and he hopped out.
“Stay here and watch the clothes.”
Truthfully, I had no intention of going in. I’m not shy but there was no way I’d walk through a place filled women and children with this monster trying to break free from my shorts. Truthfully, I had no idea how long he was in the store, I was busy dreaming about Dylan. Would he be as smooth as I fantasized? How hung would he be? Would he be a top? I could only image the scent of his sweaty balls.
I was jolted back to reality when the door opened.
“I hope you didn’t miss me too much.”
Honestly, I didn’t. What kind of guy was I? I was with the man who’s shown me the best weekend I could remember, but I was somehow thinking of the next conquest.
It was a little after 2:00 by the time we got back to the room. If I calculated it correctly and fortune was still smiling upon me, Dylan could be knocking on the door as soon as 2:30.
Mike quickly hopped in the shower, and I walked in to admire him. “I shouldn’t take that body for granted,” I thought.
He hopped out, smiled at me and said, “I’m guessing you’d like to clean off too, take your time, I need a few minutes to get lunch ready on the balcony.”
I would have been ready for a nap at this point; his limitless energy really impressed me. After a luxurious shower, I joined him outside.
I walked outside with my towel around my waist. Wearing nothing but his birthday suit, he asked why I was so overdressed. It was not like anyone was watching. The balcony was private enough. You could see us, but you had to be looking.
Once I removed the towel I saw what he had arranged on the table: a bottle of champagne, a selection of sandwiches and salads, fresh fruit, whipped cream, and chocolate sauce. Yep, whipped cream and chocolate sauce. “So, he’s into this too,” I said to myself as I took a seat.
In case you didn’t know, it’s never a good idea to go commando when your package is as large as mine. It wasn’t until I was back at the sink rewashing my hands did I remember this. My seeming insatiable cock was still semi-hard and tenting my cargo shorts. The best I could do was carry the bag of lube and condoms in front of it.
Back in the men’s department I saw Mike at the register. A quick scan of his crotch showed he was having a similar problem. I just laughed, but the sight of it made me even harder. The second thing that caught my eye was the eight very large shopping bags overflowing with clothes. I guessed he planned on staying at his loft a good long time. We made a little small talk, grabbed the bags and walked back to the truck. As soon as we were out of the parking lot, he went to unzip my pants.
Yes, I was still semi hard and definitely open to it, but I managed to give him quite a glare.
“Sorry, I thought you’d like it. I’ve always wanted to get hand job while driving and I figured this could be almost as much fun.”
“No, I’m sorry, that’s not what I was feeling, I was just surprised. When it comes to sex, you have to be one of the most inventive men I’ve ever met. It’s like you have a long list of things you have to try.”
He let out a spontaneous laugh and said, “How’d you know? Actually I do have a list.”
My faced formed a quizzical expression and I said, “Really.”
“Yes, really, I had to do something while I wasn’t getting laid.”
“You have a wonderful imagination.”
“Well, I can’t take full credit for it. There is the internet after all. I shouldn’t be, but I was surprised at the sheer number of sexual website. Hell, there’s even a website just for guys with large cocks.”
“Bullshit.”
“No, really, it’s called the Large Penis Support Group. At first I thought it was some sort of twelve step site, but I quickly learned. The stories on that site are probably responsible for half of the items on my list!”
Thinking about what I had possibly set up with Dylan I responded, “So, is something as basic as a three-way on your list?”
He laughed and said, “Of course, that’s a prerequisite.”
I didn’t say a word more about the three-way, I wanted to surprise him. I just opened my thighs and let him get to work on my now fully erect penis.
I had cum so much in the past two days. Even though I was hard as a rock, I couldn’t cum. My dick was actually getting sore from his stroking me without lube, but I didn’t have the heart to tell him to stop. Thankfully, just before it fell off, he spotted a supermarket and ordered, “Quick, pull in; I’ll get some food so we can have lunch in the room.”
“Your wish is my command.”
I found a spot and he hopped out.
“Stay here and watch the clothes.”
Truthfully, I had no intention of going in. I’m not shy but there was no way I’d walk through a place filled women and children with this monster trying to break free from my shorts. Truthfully, I had no idea how long he was in the store, I was busy dreaming about Dylan. Would he be as smooth as I fantasized? How hung would he be? Would he be a top? I could only image the scent of his sweaty balls.
I was jolted back to reality when the door opened.
“I hope you didn’t miss me too much.”
Honestly, I didn’t. What kind of guy was I? I was with the man who’s shown me the best weekend I could remember, but I was somehow thinking of the next conquest.
It was a little after 2:00 by the time we got back to the room. If I calculated it correctly and fortune was still smiling upon me, Dylan could be knocking on the door as soon as 2:30.
Mike quickly hopped in the shower, and I walked in to admire him. “I shouldn’t take that body for granted,” I thought.
He hopped out, smiled at me and said, “I’m guessing you’d like to clean off too, take your time, I need a few minutes to get lunch ready on the balcony.”
I would have been ready for a nap at this point; his limitless energy really impressed me. After a luxurious shower, I joined him outside.
I walked outside with my towel around my waist. Wearing nothing but his birthday suit, he asked why I was so overdressed. It was not like anyone was watching. The balcony was private enough. You could see us, but you had to be looking.
Once I removed the towel I saw what he had arranged on the table: a bottle of champagne, a selection of sandwiches and salads, fresh fruit, whipped cream, and chocolate sauce. Yep, whipped cream and chocolate sauce. “So, he’s into this too,” I said to myself as I took a seat.
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