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Gerry was 33, getting on in years or so he thought, past his prime.
Over six foot tall, slim but honed and muscular, straight back, buttocks with a cute jut nicely rounded and slightly open. His crowning glory was his red hair, it shone in the sun, picked up candlelight and framed his head in rich luscious waves giving an effete look immediately vanquished when his deep baritone voice rang out.
One thing about Gerry was he want afraid to be heard. At school where we'd become friends going through puberty and adolescence together we dint have many secrets from each other. While its true we loved each other we were in i way lovers - in fact we did many things together dressed and naked but sex hadn't ever happened and to tell the truth I don't think it ever crossed our minds what we might be missing, good mates, very good mates who confided in the ups and downs of romantic attachments.
So as you can guess I knew every inch of his body from seeing it grow into manhood over the years, we'd shared bed rooms, showers and holiday together and each time I saw him naked I marveled at the way, without even trying, he kept his body trip and firm. All the way down from his blue eyes, jutting chin and finely defined body, amazing sensual nipples, a six pack to admire but that little line of body hair from his navel running down and widening till it enveloped his groin where it blossomed into an unruly thick mass of red which had underneath a pair of pendulous balls hanging in a nice sack, usually swinging and above which his cock, growing out of the bush like a serpent. To use his words it just a cock wouldn't do it justice, yes, it was a cock and not the biggest ion the block as it dangling down hanging free, his foreskin perfectly covering his cock head with maybe the hint of the little eye poking out. What was really stunning though, apart from the raging red bush was the colour of his skin, pale and white like ebony really putting the centre of attraction in his flaming genitals.
It was summer and it was hot and sweaty but Gerry was always ken to keep out f the sun - he burnt up so quickly no matter what factor sun block he applied.
I had just broken up with a lover after a six month fling and was feeling low, feeling miserable because I did feel like a fool because not only had I worn my heart on my sleeve, tried to play and open book but he had moved in with me but obviously I want to be "the one" and he moved on. Sadly though it was the one and only time I had played at work and so I was going to be seeing him, talking to him all in the days' work.
I felt like crap.
Come over said Gerry, I'll cheer you up. And he did. We had a nice dinner out at a vegetarian Indian restaurant then back to his for drinks. I still felt miserable and dejected though tried to cheer up.
Now Gerry had been going through a lean patch, hence the thought he was over the hill and past it when it came to pulling guys and he hadn't had fun under the sheets for over a week.
What will it take to cheer you up he asked, you cant go on moping about Bob for the rest of your life or even the rest of the night, just what will cheer you up, a fuck?
We had more to drink, Gerry took his T shirts off, his body almost glowed luminous in the sunset, he motioned me to take my top off as well, a relief, I was really hot even though there was a breeze coming in through the French windows from the garden. Good old cliché time with Puccini playing in the background, sorting out maybe going to Greece for a holiday, find some gay resort and do it justice. I took a nature break, came back and kicked off my sandals, sat back and enjoyed the garden and the wine. Gerry went off eventually coming back bearing some finger snacks, and he'd changed into his pale blue silk shorts. Now I know as he's told me they were his lucky shorts, exceedingly shorts shorts, almost up to his armpits and they fitted almost like a glove. Underneath I guess there was a pouch to hold his tackle and I could see it lying there all coiled up like a snake, well, could see the outline.
He stood very close to me. Cheer up, it really isn't the end of the world, cant bear to see you like this and if it'll make you feel any better you can fuck me!
He smiled that smiled and leaned in and kissed me on the lips.
Yes, I mean it, I just want to see you smiling again.
I looked at his crotch, at his cock outline and into his eyes..
Its just a fuck but it'll make you feel better he said, I'll fuck you if you prefer!
His lips pressed in again, his darting tongue found mine, it felt good, and sexy, I could feel stirrings. My hands went out and pulled his body close, I pressed my face in against his cock, my hands feeling his bum, smooth silk contained buttocks firm but trembling. I pulled away and could see the beginnings of an erection in his shorts, fuck, can I do this? Do I want to do this?
Fuck yes, we've been close but never this close.
I stood up, embraced him, our naked bodies rubbing together, I tweaked his nipples then kissed it, sucked on it and slipped my hand down inside his shorts. Oh yes, as good as its looked all this time, the feel of those pubes and the soft skin on his hardening cock, amazing and then his hand found my cock, no rock hard.
I take it the answer is yes he said and pulled me to the door and up to his bedroom. Did I resist, guess, but I was there as quickly as he was and naked, my shorts somewhere on the second stair.
The bed was soft, he laid on top of me, covered me with kissed, I returned the favour, licked his neck, his arm pits and then found he cock within reach. Oh my god, I'd forgotten. While it just looked like an average snake when it was asleep it was a monster sausage erect, my mouth didn't know what to expect but it coped, I enjoyed sucking it right down deep throat in one before working his end with my tongue, under his skin, tasting his pre cum then feeling my own cock vanish into a warm wet orifice as he sucked me down. We laid there, head to toe enjoying the moment, cock sucking at its best until curiosity got the better of both of us and sucking continued as fingers walked and probed and penetrated anal passages and finger fucked. I pushed him on his back and straddled over his, looked down on his white skinned body, his nipples now rosy red and his bush sleeked with sweat but his cock upright and eager and strong and perfectly shaped, narrow at the head, and then widening down the shaft, a torpedo for tempting asses. He reached out and found some lube, rubbed some on his shaft, some round my ring and then I sat on him. Slowly he entered my body, inch by slow inch with halfway rests, I could feel satisfaction in every fraction and then at last he was in, I could feel his bush as my balls found a nest.
I looked him i the ye, shining and bright they were, and kissed him. Slowly I fucked with him, riding his cock slow nit wanting it to end. Many times I stopped as I edged him deep inside me, enjoying hard meat and all the time he was playing with my erection, stroking it rubbing it and keeping it just of the boil, pre cum dripping on his belly. I dipped my finger in it, rubbed it round my lips, dipped again and rubbed on his lips and then I kissed. Working a pillow under his buttocks I whispered now in his ear, I want it, I want you to fill me. And so began the final part, me rising and falling and him diving deep into me with massive thrusts until with a mighty roar he sand deeper that ever and I knew - I knew alright, I could feel his spunk coursing through his cock passing over my anal muscles in spurts and that was enough be me as I to let go and saw it dripping on his chin, a line of cum over his belly and then, laughter, happiness as I sank down and kissed him.
I even enjoyed feeling his cock hardness vanish, felt my asshole going back to a smaller shape as his erection faded and then he slipped his cock out and he pulled me in close, our bodies swimming in my spunk, and there we lay, tired, hot and sweaty till he took my hand and lead me to the shower.
I was to drunk to drive home, I had to stay the night, we shared a bed and in the morning he fucked me again.
So did I feel better, did I get over my failed love affair, well yes, in time. Dude I enjoy the night, you bet and did it happen again?
Well lets put it this way, we did holiday in Greece, we did fuck the islands population and yes we are best friends.
How did we leave the consolation, well, easy. I just said next time he had a broken heart it was my turn to fuck him.
He laughed, kissed me in a brotherly way and said
"Deal".
Over six foot tall, slim but honed and muscular, straight back, buttocks with a cute jut nicely rounded and slightly open. His crowning glory was his red hair, it shone in the sun, picked up candlelight and framed his head in rich luscious waves giving an effete look immediately vanquished when his deep baritone voice rang out.
One thing about Gerry was he want afraid to be heard. At school where we'd become friends going through puberty and adolescence together we dint have many secrets from each other. While its true we loved each other we were in i way lovers - in fact we did many things together dressed and naked but sex hadn't ever happened and to tell the truth I don't think it ever crossed our minds what we might be missing, good mates, very good mates who confided in the ups and downs of romantic attachments.
So as you can guess I knew every inch of his body from seeing it grow into manhood over the years, we'd shared bed rooms, showers and holiday together and each time I saw him naked I marveled at the way, without even trying, he kept his body trip and firm. All the way down from his blue eyes, jutting chin and finely defined body, amazing sensual nipples, a six pack to admire but that little line of body hair from his navel running down and widening till it enveloped his groin where it blossomed into an unruly thick mass of red which had underneath a pair of pendulous balls hanging in a nice sack, usually swinging and above which his cock, growing out of the bush like a serpent. To use his words it just a cock wouldn't do it justice, yes, it was a cock and not the biggest ion the block as it dangling down hanging free, his foreskin perfectly covering his cock head with maybe the hint of the little eye poking out. What was really stunning though, apart from the raging red bush was the colour of his skin, pale and white like ebony really putting the centre of attraction in his flaming genitals.
It was summer and it was hot and sweaty but Gerry was always ken to keep out f the sun - he burnt up so quickly no matter what factor sun block he applied.
I had just broken up with a lover after a six month fling and was feeling low, feeling miserable because I did feel like a fool because not only had I worn my heart on my sleeve, tried to play and open book but he had moved in with me but obviously I want to be "the one" and he moved on. Sadly though it was the one and only time I had played at work and so I was going to be seeing him, talking to him all in the days' work.
I felt like crap.
Come over said Gerry, I'll cheer you up. And he did. We had a nice dinner out at a vegetarian Indian restaurant then back to his for drinks. I still felt miserable and dejected though tried to cheer up.
Now Gerry had been going through a lean patch, hence the thought he was over the hill and past it when it came to pulling guys and he hadn't had fun under the sheets for over a week.
What will it take to cheer you up he asked, you cant go on moping about Bob for the rest of your life or even the rest of the night, just what will cheer you up, a fuck?
We had more to drink, Gerry took his T shirts off, his body almost glowed luminous in the sunset, he motioned me to take my top off as well, a relief, I was really hot even though there was a breeze coming in through the French windows from the garden. Good old cliché time with Puccini playing in the background, sorting out maybe going to Greece for a holiday, find some gay resort and do it justice. I took a nature break, came back and kicked off my sandals, sat back and enjoyed the garden and the wine. Gerry went off eventually coming back bearing some finger snacks, and he'd changed into his pale blue silk shorts. Now I know as he's told me they were his lucky shorts, exceedingly shorts shorts, almost up to his armpits and they fitted almost like a glove. Underneath I guess there was a pouch to hold his tackle and I could see it lying there all coiled up like a snake, well, could see the outline.
He stood very close to me. Cheer up, it really isn't the end of the world, cant bear to see you like this and if it'll make you feel any better you can fuck me!
He smiled that smiled and leaned in and kissed me on the lips.
Yes, I mean it, I just want to see you smiling again.
I looked at his crotch, at his cock outline and into his eyes..
Its just a fuck but it'll make you feel better he said, I'll fuck you if you prefer!
His lips pressed in again, his darting tongue found mine, it felt good, and sexy, I could feel stirrings. My hands went out and pulled his body close, I pressed my face in against his cock, my hands feeling his bum, smooth silk contained buttocks firm but trembling. I pulled away and could see the beginnings of an erection in his shorts, fuck, can I do this? Do I want to do this?
Fuck yes, we've been close but never this close.
I stood up, embraced him, our naked bodies rubbing together, I tweaked his nipples then kissed it, sucked on it and slipped my hand down inside his shorts. Oh yes, as good as its looked all this time, the feel of those pubes and the soft skin on his hardening cock, amazing and then his hand found my cock, no rock hard.
I take it the answer is yes he said and pulled me to the door and up to his bedroom. Did I resist, guess, but I was there as quickly as he was and naked, my shorts somewhere on the second stair.
The bed was soft, he laid on top of me, covered me with kissed, I returned the favour, licked his neck, his arm pits and then found he cock within reach. Oh my god, I'd forgotten. While it just looked like an average snake when it was asleep it was a monster sausage erect, my mouth didn't know what to expect but it coped, I enjoyed sucking it right down deep throat in one before working his end with my tongue, under his skin, tasting his pre cum then feeling my own cock vanish into a warm wet orifice as he sucked me down. We laid there, head to toe enjoying the moment, cock sucking at its best until curiosity got the better of both of us and sucking continued as fingers walked and probed and penetrated anal passages and finger fucked. I pushed him on his back and straddled over his, looked down on his white skinned body, his nipples now rosy red and his bush sleeked with sweat but his cock upright and eager and strong and perfectly shaped, narrow at the head, and then widening down the shaft, a torpedo for tempting asses. He reached out and found some lube, rubbed some on his shaft, some round my ring and then I sat on him. Slowly he entered my body, inch by slow inch with halfway rests, I could feel satisfaction in every fraction and then at last he was in, I could feel his bush as my balls found a nest.
I looked him i the ye, shining and bright they were, and kissed him. Slowly I fucked with him, riding his cock slow nit wanting it to end. Many times I stopped as I edged him deep inside me, enjoying hard meat and all the time he was playing with my erection, stroking it rubbing it and keeping it just of the boil, pre cum dripping on his belly. I dipped my finger in it, rubbed it round my lips, dipped again and rubbed on his lips and then I kissed. Working a pillow under his buttocks I whispered now in his ear, I want it, I want you to fill me. And so began the final part, me rising and falling and him diving deep into me with massive thrusts until with a mighty roar he sand deeper that ever and I knew - I knew alright, I could feel his spunk coursing through his cock passing over my anal muscles in spurts and that was enough be me as I to let go and saw it dripping on his chin, a line of cum over his belly and then, laughter, happiness as I sank down and kissed him.
I even enjoyed feeling his cock hardness vanish, felt my asshole going back to a smaller shape as his erection faded and then he slipped his cock out and he pulled me in close, our bodies swimming in my spunk, and there we lay, tired, hot and sweaty till he took my hand and lead me to the shower.
I was to drunk to drive home, I had to stay the night, we shared a bed and in the morning he fucked me again.
So did I feel better, did I get over my failed love affair, well yes, in time. Dude I enjoy the night, you bet and did it happen again?
Well lets put it this way, we did holiday in Greece, we did fuck the islands population and yes we are best friends.
How did we leave the consolation, well, easy. I just said next time he had a broken heart it was my turn to fuck him.
He laughed, kissed me in a brotherly way and said
"Deal".
