Study Scott

[PDuvalEE]

I left Vince at the job site, and started off in a sprint, then outta sight, I slowed down to a jog. And just kept going. It felt awesome to my legs and I get into my zone and it felt good. I ignored the stares. And yes, one re-drive by. I waved. Then she sped up.

And I started to think about the week ahead. I know he likes his job and all, but the hours aren’t working for me. I want him at home and with me so we can play and work as we see fit. Not this 7:30 to 3:30 crap. Takes way too much fun out of the evenings.

Which means that we’d need to find him a new job, which has the same or better pay and benefits and had a limited number of hours. Easy Peasy. And it kind of was. He is a good looking man. He can throw charm out as good as Scott. And he’s photogenic. Working that combo, that spells acting and or modelling. I know, I know, each job might take him away, which might be a problem. But let’s take it one step at a time. Or two steps. As I booked him for a modeling interview and for a movie audition. On Friday.

Then I’m thinking that I kind of want to make my man dinner. Or, fuck it, have him make me dinner. Fuck. Can he even cook? He’s been on the fucking street and shit. Fuck. And I can’t wait for the apartment to close and I figured I’d ask Brett where we could eat.

So I do, and Brett booked us at a chef’s table at a Thai restaurant. Which is perfect, because I love Thai food, but never know what to order, but love all of the food everyone else orders for me. Perfect.

I get some drinks sent up and some hors d’oeuvres as well. And I do some bill paying and general catching up of emails and what’s going on in the world which doesn’t involve Vince, Scott or Meg. And it was a productive day. Our balcony is great and it’s just all-is-good.

Vince gets home, dusty and happy. He cracks a beer and, big ass smiles. “The guys thought you fuckin’ rocked it – Chad saw you running up and was like, ‘that guys an athlete’ and then you stopped and waited for me, and Chad made the connection. He’s like ‘that dude has a cock’ – he says he saw it from the 3rd floor! Fuck, it was a great day!” as he pulls his shirt off. “And they want you to come next time we have drinks. Which is huge, cuz most guys don’t bring their wives…but as Todd said, ‘I like his style’ – so you are in! Isn’t that cool?” and he’s like, genuinely happy. Which is nice.

I go over and help him with his pants and shoes and I strip off my shorts and shirt and we go to the shower. “I have made reservations for dinner at a Thai place. That okay? And do you cook?” as I wash his ripped back. Fuck.

“Yeah, in fact, I often thought that I would have been a chef if my parents had lived and I had a choice for a more normal life. My Mom and Dad were both amazing cooks, and they taught me from the get-go. I could do a mean omelette by 6 and I’d cruised through most of Julia Child by, like 12. I liked it and understood it and could just wing it. Interesting, huh?” and he looks at me. “Why?” and I put my arms on his shoulders.

“Because cooking for the man you love is another way to say ‘I love you’. And I wanted to make you dinner tonight, and then I decided that I really want you to make me dinner, and then I worried that might be a bad thing, as you lost your parents and your childhood too soon. Does that make sense?” and I look into his eyes. Untroubled.

“It makes perfect sense. And don’t be afraid of shit like that with me. I am a retired hooker. I fucked whatever for money. And I’ve lived on and survived the streets of Wyoming. In WINTER. Nothing you say can or do will EVER hurt me. I don’t do hurt with you. I do healing.” And fuck it, I actually tear up. Fuck.

 

[PDuvalEE]

“Let’s go clubbing after dinner. I want to dance with you” which I think is pretty hot. But Jackson Hole clubbing, mid-week, not so much the same at NYC, I am thinking.

“Sounds fun, but where? And we’ll be like the only ones there. No?” and Vince is getting dressed and not really listening.

“No, the Rave is always hopping. They do specials and it always pulls a good crowd. I earned a LOT of money there.” And he looks over. “Put your tight white T on. That looks way better on you.” And he comes over and grabs me by the balls and pushes my package up. And he’s just staring at it, like it’s a head of lettuce. Then he lets go and it just falls back into place. Then he reaches in and moves my cock to the side. And pushes up again. Then he goes back to his dresser and pulls out a leather strap with studs and a pair of his underwear.

“Take your pants off, Eth.” And I’m like, okay, quickie time. Yeah. Clappy hands. And Vince comes over and puts this strap around my cock and balls and Velcro’s it into place. “Not too tight, right?” and it lifts my package up. Then he bends down and has a skimpy pair of briefs and holds them for me to put my feet in. And he pulls them up. Aussie Bum. Fuck. My package just fits and it’s like lifted way out there. Fuck. I’m gonna get some attention for sure in these fuckers.

Then Vince reaches in and pulls my semi out through a hole in the front of the briefs – no doubt, designed for this very purpose. So my balls are thrust forward and lifted up, as is my ass, and I have a soft floppy cock on top of my balls. It’s obscenely hot!

Then Vince goes to his closet and gets a pair of khaki pants. “These ABCs will fucking seal the deal, man” and he brings them over. “What the fuck is ABC?” and he looks at me like ‘whaa’, “how does my gay-stud boyfriend not know about ABCs? They are fucking brilliant!”

And he puts them down for me to step into. Getting dressed by your guy is hot, btw. Totally sporting a little wood. “ABCs are Anti-Ball Crushing – they are built to give your boys room to breathe. In this case, they’ll provide the optimal show-case to display your assets. And you’ll look like a total stud.” And I pull them up. They are nylon. You can see my corona thru the pants. And the bulge is humongous. “Dude, isn’t this pushing it a bit? I think I’d rather just hang loose, no?” and he just looks at me like, WTF.

“If you’ve got it, flaunt it. Beside, bound to meet some of my friends there and I want to show you off.” And he goes to his drawer and puts a cock ring on for himself. Pulling his dick through the hole as well of another pair of Aussie Bums and he puts on a dark grey pair of pants. And a tight shirt. He does a little gel in his hair. Comes over to me and tweaks a few hairs where he wants them.

“Dude, we can fucking charge a fortune tonight if we wanted. Fuck, we look hot” and Fuck. We did. Look hot, not charge. Note: any time a hooker wants to dress you. Let them. Fuck.

“I want to show you my old world and introduce you to some of my old friends. It’ll help you understand better who I was and who I am now.” Fuck.

 

[PDuvalEE]

And then, going out in public, virtually on display, that’s kind of a huge turn-on. And it’s like surreal. All I’m noticing is other people noticing us. Watching guys eyes go to our cocks. Our chests, then cock again, clearly checking out the details. And people fidgeting. Fuck. A hot stud is always awesome to feast your eyes on. TWO is like pass the fan, and get me a chair.

“Keep it Str8, man. Flirt with the chicks, ignore the dicks. And the dicks will work harder.” So we do. The Thai food was delicious. We had beers at the bar before and totally hit on three hot chicks there for drinks. And every dude in the place saw us working the chicks, and yeah. They wanted to up their game. You could see it in how they stood, how they moved, and most obviously, where they were looking.

And that was just dinner.

“Okay, so like Rave. Same sitch – let’s find some chicks and spread the love. See what turns up. I’d be totally fine bringing any hotties back with us – but we can just play the game for now, if you’d like. Oh, and I’m definitely going to know some work colleagues here, some friends, too, so don’t be surprised, okay. I mean, I’m retired, but I worked with a lot of these guys for a lotta years. 2-ways, 3-ways, orgies, you name it. And we shared details on clients as a sort of protection. So I got friendly with many of them.” Good to know. I guess.

And we get to the door and there is a line to get in, like 10 – 12 people, mostly dudes. Waiting to get in.

“Hey, Manny, my-man. How they shaking?” as Vince goes to the front of the line, driver’s license and Prostitution License at the ready. “This is my main bud, Ethan.” And I hand over my driver’s license. “He working tonight, too?” and Vince just shakes his head. And Manny lets us in. And yeah, it’s cuz of the fuckin rockin cocks. Fuck. You hear guys outside complaining.

“You have to show that to get in?” as we walk in, and the music is loud. And I’m a quiet data center kind of guy. Warm guy and a warm bed and a cold beer are just good for me. Then I look around. Fuck. Hot young studs and beautiful women, all in various stages of dress/undress are gyrating on the dance floor. Must be some crazy drugs going on here. Fuck. Grinders, hands groping. Breasts held. Fuck. And Vince leads us over to the bar, orders for us, and we survey the crowd.

“This is unbelievable. Fuck. Look at that guy. He is stunning.” And this guy is shirtless and ripped and he’s just spinning. Guns on him. Fuck. “That’s Jay. Colleague. I can introduce you if you’d like. He’s hot, but he lacks in a certain department if you know what I mean.” And I’m like, I like small cocks. Easy to blow. Nice to get fucked by. And that guy was hot. And we drank our beers.

We’re checking out these college girls next to us and you could see them eyeing us and giggling and we’re like “S’up, ladies. How you doin?” and a tall one, hot, nice tits is like “We’re good. Thanks for asking. Um, guys, my girls here can’t believe what they are seeing and they want me to check it out and make sure they are real? That cool with you?” and I’m like WFT is that? And blondie reaches out a hand to each of our cocks, pulls the nylon tight against our cocks and all you see if long floppy dick. And we each pulse. Hot. Fuck. And those pretty hands, please don’t, please don’t do anything further.

“100% American male, ladies. And if you leave your hand there too long, you’ll find out how much we each like pretty ladies.” And Vince winks at blondie and takes his Prostitution license out and shows it to blondie. She removes her hands.

“I’m retired, but it’s law that I have to show this to you. Please don’t be offended” and blondie is blank-faced. She goes back to her friends, whispers, giggles and looks back at us. And the other two are staring at us.

“Vince, what are you gonna do when they ask you ‘how much’, huh? Let’s not let this get out of hand.” And I was nervous.

“Relax, man. This is or used to be my world. Got my first customer right over there while I was sitting on that stool.” And he nods over to a corner.

“It was summer and I had shorts on and my dick, I guess, was kind of visible. I’d been working in a grocery store and sleeping rough, trying to earn some money for rent, and this guy comes up and he’s looking at me and at my cock, and he looks around and was like ‘I’ll give you $50 if you let me blow you out back’ – he was 40s give or take. Not unattractive. I’m living on the streets. ‘It’s a deal at $100’ and I locked eyes with him. He nodded and we went out back. ‘Money up-front’, which he paid, and he gets on his knees and he’s like shaking as he pulls my shorts down. And it was my first blowjob and, fuck, it felt good. Came all over him. Pulled my pants up and left.” And Vince looks at me.

“You gotta understand. I had a job at the supermarket, but they needed clean clothes, they paid by check, I needed a bank account, and I was a minor and I’m technically a ward of the state. I was netting like $135 per week as a shelf stacker. $100 for a blow job, done in 5 minutes was a huge pay raise.”

“So I went to the laundromat, cleaned my clothes for the first time in a long time, paid a barber to get a haircut and hosed off using a garden hose at an empty house and came back for another night. And I was hooked on being a hooker.”

“That’s so sad, but so uplifting as well, I guess, for the young you, Vince. I want you to tell me all about your experiences, from living on the street, through prostitution, college and your current job. I want you to share those times with me. I think it’s important that I hear about them.” Would that help him? It would have to, right?

“On the streets, your learn pretty quickly how to do stuff. Soup kitchen’s for free food. When to go and how to get more. Charity shops for clothes. Clinic for free condoms and lube. And I had myself a business.”

“So I came back here, and what I didn’t know is that everyone knew everyone, and some young newbie coming in and taking another’s guys client is a big deal. Plus, they were licensed and I was not. And I was charging like a fraction of what they charged.”

“The next few nights I did basically the same thing, leaving my cock out for guys or gals to see and hope they’d come up to me. Then I learned to stand at the urinal a lot and try and get attention. Waving my cock and checking out theirs. Then I started to find the gay guys and gay bars and just hoped to meet a nice guy and see if he’d pay me. It wasn’t easy. I’d hang out alone and hope some dude would come up.”

“I chatted to a few guys, but I couldn’t get them to pay me. Some would do whatever for free, but no cash. I knew I could make a go of it. Ironically, it was when I wasn’t trying. I was taking a shower in the men’s shelter – I wouldn’t sleep there, but I would use the shower. And this guy walks up to me and tells me I have a nice ass and he’d ‘Pay to tap it’. And we negotiated to like $160. He takes me to a closet, tells me to get on all fours, and fucks me. It hurt. I wasn’t ready. He was kind of an ugly dude. But I zoned it out and I was $160 richer.”

“You gotta understand. $160, tax free, in cash for 10 minutes of pain and hours of boredom was a lot of money. It was the difference between starving and being cold to being fed and staying warm. I was actually really proud of myself.”

Now, we are in a raging bar/rave and dressed to impress and a chick just felt us up. And we’re chatting like we’re having a cup of tea, or coffee as I don’t like tea.

“Come with me, I want to show you something” and we walk to the men’s room, walk up to the metal trough urinal and whip out our dicks and start peeing. And you can see the two dudes there checking us out. “I’ve fucked more guys in that stall over there” and nods at the two stalls behind us, “easily 100 times. Been fucked like 100 times, too. Good money to be made there.”

“I’ll fuck you dude, how much?” says the guy admiring Vince’s cock. And Vince replies “Sorry, man, retired. But thank you.” And finish shaking his cock off. “Make sure you are dry, dude, getting a job with a pee stain is tough” and he opens the door to the stall. And I pull him in with me and look him in the eye and kiss him. Fuck. What else do you do? I was safe at home and getting fucked up with buddies while he was living hell.

“Then I met the boys, and they intro’d me to Mr. Carroll. That stepped up the game a bit, as the action would be arranged in advance and everything was better.”

“Who were the boys?” I guess you made friends with your co-workers, right.

“The guys whose turf I was on. They made it clear I needed a license and I needed to stop undercutting them and needed to understand the rules, or they’d re-arrange my face and body so I wouldn’t work again.” Yikes, I’m thinking. I’d have freaked out.

“What did you do?”

“I went the honesty route. I apologized, told them my parents were dead and I was living on the street and I didn’t know what to do and I was doing what I could to survive and one dude, he’s dead now, he’s like ‘Call this number and tell Mr. Carroll that and he’ll set you up.’ – and I did”

“Mr. Carroll was the pimp. He set rates, arranged payments, screened clients, took a cut, kept us clean and as safe as possible and sold access to our cocks and asses. He told me to come over the following morning at 9:00 to audition for a position on his staff. Yep, he fucked me hard, to see if I could take it. And he liked my cock and he put me through a week of training. Yep, training on how to work the worlds oldest profession. It was interesting. He was the one who told me the money was in gay sex, not straight, for male hookers, that is. And I had to blow him so many times, and fucked him and had him fuck me. And he was always working on my technique. And he was getting it for free! But it was worth it.”

“He set my rates and how to jack up for add-ons, hence the cum surcharge and fuck-me surcharge. He set me up with one of his clients ‘he’s gonna love you’, had me come in and he dressed me with the client’s preferences in mind. Jeans, cowboy boots, cock dressed on the right, a hole for visibility in the crotch, shirt opened just so. It was my first ‘overnight’ and Mr. Carroll made me review everything I was supposed to do. The client was being charged $1,000, I was to fuck the client twice, evening and morning, and cum both times. Four $250 events. Blowjobs are free in a fuck, cuz it speeds up how fast the dude will cum. I went, I did as instructed, and net $818.50. And it was awesome!” and Vince looked nostalgic.

“Vince, I am glad you took me here. But wouldn’t this be easier back at the hotel?” and Vince is just thinking.

“Damn brother, who’s all dolled up tonight and who is your fuckin smokin hottie? Dude, I’ll pay to tap his ass. And that’s some smokin cock in there, damn, man. Where you been?” and Vince brightens up and leans in for a man hug with the good looking dude from the dance floor. Mid-20’s dressed supper cool and he’s a hottie.

“Jason, bro – long time. This is my boyfriend Ethan. Ethan, this is a friend of mine, Jason Miller.” And we shake hands.

“Fuck dude, I always knew you were gonna land a keeper, but dude, he’s smokin. Look at that cock. Was he a client turned lover? Please say yes, you’ll give us all hope!” and Jason is literally staring at our cocks and licking his lips.

“Yeah, actually, Ethan was a client, so yeah, hope abounds.” And he turns to me.

“Jason is a power-bottom. He can take any size cock and he can put on quite a show. We used to give him the guys with super huge cocks, cuz it would hurt us and slow us down. He’d be nice and give us a little referral cash. It worked well”

“And I used to give you the bottoms who wanted a larger cock than mine” and he pulls his pants tight to reveal a 3” softie. Decent, but not like Vince or myself.

“Fuck, Dude, where you been? Haven’t seen you in like a month!”

And Vince leans in and kisses me. “With Ethan.” And looks at Jason. Fuck.

 

[PDuvalEE]

Fuck. I wasn’t sure if it was therapy or a night out or what was going on. But I had a cock on full display, as was Vince’s. The Modelos were kicking in big time and it’s a place called Rave. Not what I was used to on a mid-week night.

But needs-must, so I sucked it up and the evening went from weird to weirder.

A tall, and lecherous looking man walked up to Vince and put his hand on his cock, his dick to Vince’s ass and his other hand to his chest and he pulled him back into him and whispered into Vince’s ear. Vince smiled, and stood there for a little, letting the man cop a feel in various locations and then Vince pulled away.

“This is my boyfriend, I’ve retired, so I’m not on the market, but thank you very much for your kind and generous offer.” And lecherous dude looks at me and pauses and looks at Vince with a look like C’mon. “Cash is king, man, you know that. Let’s get this on. Bring your boyfriend if you’d like. But I need to fuck you” and he’s holding Vince again. I stay quiet.

“Thank you again, but no. There are plenty of others here who can help you out. Jason, for example. Excellent fuck. Power bottom and you two should hit it off really well” and Jason slides over to the lecherous dude and rubs his hand on his back. And lecherous dude looks at Jason and Vince isn’t the target anymore. Jason moves in for the close by cupping the guys cock and looking into his eyes “it’s so big!”. And the evening continues…

 

[PDuvalEE]

And I’m like, can we please go home. And a bunch of guys walk in together. Vince told me later they were the ‘Late Night Crew’ – guys that came in late and picked up clients too drunk to care and willing to spend. They all came up to him and hi-fived him and chatted and I was introduced, but I wasn’t the focus here. It was all was ‘Vince OK’, then it was on securing business for the evening. Fuck. And these were some hot dudes, I’d have done all of them and thanked them for it.

And watching them, knowing what they were doing. Amazing. A guy would catch one of their eyes, and they’d be off. Dance maybe, quick grind. Whisper in the ear. Rates and services negotiated, and they’d leave the floor for parts unknown. Wow. I had no idea. Fuck.

This was his world. He lived it, survived it. Mastered it. And left it. Fuck. Way beyond anything I could even imagine, let alone do. NFW.

“I want to fuck you so badly right now. You are so hot and everyone loved you and they are so happy for me. Thank you for letting me bring you here. Fuck. You are such a hot stud. They are all jealous of us. Fuck. Can we go now?” and I nod. I was minutes away from ordering an uber and just leaving him to it. Fuck. This was not my world.

Vince moves in for a kiss and he’s rubbing that cock against mine. And we are swaying. And his hands are exploring and fuck. Boner. Double boner. And we are grinding and Fuck. “Come with me” and he takes me to the men’s room, which is crowded, pushes a stall door open and says “put your hands on the wall there, and he lubes me up with zip-top ketchup package lube stuff and he penetrates me. And he’s all over me and I’m fucking dripping pre. The emotions of the night. Fuck. And he gets into rapid fuck, and his hand is working my cock and his lips my neck and it’s just too much. And we are loud. And I let lose wads of cum. Fuck. And he came, too. Fuck.

Vince just opens the door and goes to the sink to rinse his cock off, which I do too. And there are other guys there, 6 maybe. Then he grabs a paper towel and wipes my ass, and takes another one and folds it and puts it into my Aussie Bums and pulls my underwear up. I do the pants. And he pulls his clothes up.

“Have a good night, boys, as 6 guys with hard-ons stand at the urinal”

And we walk out and he says ‘good-bye’ and we get to the uber he called and he leans into me. “I wanted you to be the last one I had in there and I don’t want to ever, EVER have to go back there. EVER. Fuck.

 

[PDuvalEE]

We got home, took cock rings off, Aussie bums off, put the ABCs away. Then showered. Then cuddled, and then went to sleep. A LOT to process. But process we do, and every day is another day.

And I love to be taken in the morning. I’m on my stomach and I feel his head pierce my ring and he pushes in. I breathe out and push out, welcoming him in. The rush of last night overwhelms me, and I push back onto him. Fuck. What he went through. What he lived through. He should be so bitter and fucked in the head and mad at the world, and right now, he’s gearing up to fuck my ass. Fuck. I can do porn-star, okay, sleepy pornstar, at 6:30…sure I can. After getting home at 1:00. But I do, for him. He cums. I could have, but just collapse. He showers, dresses and leaves at 7:00 with a kiss to the back of my neck. I sleep another 3 hours.

So I thought this was easy-like. A dude likes a dude, they have fun together. No-big deal. Happens all the time. But this. Fuck. It’s like we are merging lives here that are light year vectors apart. An orphaned, formerly homeless, HOOKER and the educated, pampered, too highly paid data center guy. Fuck. How do we make that work. Fuck. What he went through. Jesus. Fuck. So I roll over and give it another go at sleep.

Noon. I do have some standards. I insist on being awake by noon, and at least doing a little work by 1:00. I mean, we have standards here. So I do. No biggie. Shower, change, go-in, work. Vince texts about dinner, I say ‘whatever’, Scott texts ‘How are you’ and I respond ‘good, you?’ and life goes on. And it was good.

I get back 7ish and Vince is watching a game on TV. “Hey man, what’s up?” and swigs his beer. I grab one and join him on the couch. “Good day?” and he nods, “yeah, fine” and we watch the game. “Room service or Uber Eats?” - and Vince thinks about it. “I don’t care man. I just want to be back in a kitchen so I can do some proper food. When’s the closing again?” and he looks at me, and massages my shoulder. “Two weeks, the 18th.”

And I nestle into him. God, he drives me crazy, but I’m still processing last night and all he went through. Yeah, he fucked me this morning, but that was need, not desire, or romance, or whatever. I grab the pipe and go outside. “You want some” and we sit on the balcony smoking.

“Not gonna lie, Vince. Last night was heavy for me. REALLY heavy.” As I pass him a pipe. His eyes are clear and untroubled.

“It’ll pass my friend. It’ll pass. It’s all in the past and we are the future” and I’m like WTF. HOW, Where does he get the resources for that. Fuck.

 

[PDuvalEE]

Got a bunch of work done today, which was great to do. And then I needed to hit the gym. Being cooped up inside always bothers my muscles, and I need to go and give them a workout. Plus, like, super horny and Vince has errands and Scott is working, late, again. Fuck. Put the perfect life together, and when you need it, it’s not there! So not fair.

I get to the parking lot and there is this Arab guy, wearing a white coverall and a red and white turban thing. Not what you see in Wyoming. And he’s fucking huge. And he’s absolutely ripped and handsome. He has to be 6’6”. Medium olive skin. ½” trimmed beard. And stunning blue eyes. He holds the door for me, and the wind is against him, blowing his coverall and showing off to me a very long and pendulous looking cock. Cut. Fuck. Who is this dude?

“After you, sir” in what must be Saudi or maybe Dubai. Something. This guy's a total hottie. And I want to see him naked. I key scan my way in and grab some towels and try and linger as my Arab friend signs in. Obvious first timer. “And which way to the locker room” he asks the front desk guy, who points.

“I can show you” always good to be helpful to handsome strangers. And the Arab nods. “Thank you” and we go to the locker room.

“How do you do this here? There are men and women together, and the women aren’t with their family or covered up. How do you control your modesty so you don’t have a problem?” he asks me as we walk.

“Well, you either look and enjoy, or you don’t look and it won’t bother you. But it’s not a problem here in this country.” And really, it’s not. A lot of these chicks could beat the crap out of half of the guys here.

“My name is Ethan, btw. What’s yours?” and he looks at me and fuck, his eyes pierce. Fuck.

“My name is Aziz. I’m just in from Bahrain, and I need exercise and a massage and a sauna and whatever they have here to help the jet lag. But really, that woman’s breasts are available for all so see…don’t the men have a reaction to that, you know, down there?”

And yes, I look at his crotch. Unfortunately there is no wind indoors. We get to a bench and he takes a locker next to me.

“I brought work-out clothes from Bahrain, but I’m worried I will have a reaction…” and he takes his red and white turban thing or whatever the Arabs call them, off, and puts it into a locker. And then takes his white coverup off, and puts that into his locker. And he’s completely naked underneath. No underwear, not pants. Fuck. And he is ripped. Fuck.

He steps into a pair of Adidas shorts, and his BIG floppy cock is beautiful and just floppy and did I say “BIG”. “Do they sell compression pants here? Or like an ace bandage? I really think I need to control my manhood.” And I’m like, Fuck. 'I bet that thing needs to be wrapped up tight!' Fuck. I bet he’s a prince. His carriage is so erect and his presence is so confident and royal. Fuck.

“They don’t sell them, but I have a pair that is clean that you can borrow, if you’d like.” And I hand him my pair. Yes, I have them. No, I don’t like to wear them. The point is to SHOW off.

And I’m stripping down. “You have a great body, Aziz. You must work out a lot at home, right?” and I’m now nude in front of him. And he is assessing my body, cock, legs, upper. A warrior assessing the competition. Fuck. He drops his Adidas and pulls the compressions on. And they are tight. And his cock is obscenely outlined. LOVE IT. “good look for you man, and I wink at him.”

“I know, right. A little small, but THANK YOU.” And he pulls his Adidas on over the compressions.

“You are in great shape, too Ethan. And you have a very healthy looking penis. Good for you.” And I put my shorts on and a tight T-shirt.

“Would you like to work-out together? You are the first person I have met in this country and I want to make sure I do not do anything wrong.” And I’m like, fuck, dude, I’ll suck your dick right now and there is nothing you can do wrong.

“That’ll be great, Aziz – and don’t worry, we are pretty laid back out here.” And we talk further about what we want to work on and I’m admiring his physique and god, what a hairy chest. And we get onto the floor and we start our workout.

And Aziz is staring at this blonde working her upper arms and her tits are perfect and then she moved and does this bend over thing. And Aziz stops his workout.

“You okay man?” I ask. And Aziz has troubled eyes. “That woman. She’s beautiful and I’m afraid that I am completely hard. I need to get my breath back.” And he reaches into the compressions and re-arranges his junk. And I’m like, yes, hard! In my compression shorts, which are never getting washed ever.

“How do you not ejaculate in here? She is better than the porn we are allowed to have at home.” And he’s just staring. And no, you couldn’t see anything.

So I got into my leg routine and I’m teaching Aziz how this exercise works. And he was like, “but I will be trusting my penis out there for all to see. Is that allowed?” and I keep doing my exercise and just nod.

Then we get onto the bench, and Aziz is behind me, and I feel him push my shorts down onto my skin. “Ethan, you manhood and anus were exposed, you must be careful! Someone might get aroused from that and then he’d want to ravage you. You must be careful!” and I’m like, I want someone to get aroused and ravage me. That’s why I’m here.

“Oh, Aziz. American guys aren’t like that. They are used to seeing all sorts of things and it either turns them on or it doesn’t.” and I do another set and make sure my shorts are up and he has full exposure. And he looks and he does. And he’s getting those funny eyes.

“You could not do that in Bahrain. Men of course prefer to bed women. But we are men of the desert. And women are not always available. So when we are offered an alternative, we must avail ourselves of it.” And I continue my exercise. Aziz continues his looking.

“Your ass is smooth and very beautiful. You’d be very welcome in Bahrain by many men, I can tell you.” And we continue our workout. “A white ass is considered pure and piercing it is like being closer to Allah.” And he looks on. He pushes my shorts closed again, and says something in Arabic.

“Do you pierce many men’s asses, Aziz?” and I continue my exercise. “When I need to, yes, of course. It is the custom of my culture to do so. No man would refuse. Why would you?” and I guess when the women dress like walking post office boxes, yeah, a smooth ass might be a nice alternative. Plus, you know they aren’t trimming down there. Has to be variable jungle.

And Aziz stretches and does more exercises and his presence is just amazing. And I do my leg press and get him behind me for another view. And I can see my exposure is getting to him, as he slows his reps down.

“I’m done for now, and I think I’m gonna go hit the sauna. You coming or do you have more to do” and you can see that he’s having a conundrum. And he follows me into the locker room. I peel off my clothes and stand naked, my ass to him, and grab 2 towels. And turn to him. He is slowly peeling the compression pants off, and his erection is pointing straight up. And it’s BIG.

“Oh, Aziz, that looks uncomfortable, are you okay?” and look into his eyes.

“Yes, it hurts very badly. But I’ll be okay. And he grabs towels, too, and I lead him to the sauna. Fortunately for us, it’s empty – which never happens. And I put a towel down and lie on my stomach. Uncovered. My ass facing Aziz, who sits on his towel.

“You have a very beautiful ass, Ethan.” He says. And I just uh-huh him. And give it a squeeze, so my dimples show. And he leans forward putting his face into his hands. You can tell he’s in pain. His erection is pointing straight up.

And then Aziz stands up. And he cock is not horizontal, that’s how big and heavy it is. “Will you help me out, my friend? I cannot take this and I don’t know what to do, but your ass is so beautiful and I want to be closer to Allah and it is taking all of my strength to not just take you here and now.” As he puts a hand onto my ass.

I feel him lean into my ass and pull my cheeks apart and spit onto my hole. And then I feel him getting onto the bench, in between my legs. And I feel his cock at my hole and I feel the pressure and he pushes in, and I push out and he’s in and fuck it hurts. But fuck. This guy knows how to fuck an ass. And all I hear is Arabic, and his 9” monster, cut, is ravaging my hole and fuck it felt great. I push back into his thrusts and I know he’s not gonna take long, and quick thrusts, deep, his hands on my shoulders and he’s like banging away. And I feel him shoot and he’s all over. Thrashing. And then he collapses onto my back. Fuck.

And he holds onto me and his breathing is intense. “Thank you, my friend. I very much needed that.” And his erection fades, and he realizes where he is and he withdraws and he pulls me into an embrace. “You would be very popular in Bahrain. You should come visit me. Thank you. You have given me a wonderful Bedhouin welcome. Now, it is my obligation to bring you to meet Allah as well.” And a guy walks into the sauna. Fuck.

“I’m good, at the moment. Aziz” and we cover ourselves with our towels. The guy figured out, and no doubt smelled, what had just happened and made a hasty exit.

“You have the right to have me in the same way. Or, I can help you in other ways, with my mouth or my hands.” And he just looks at me. “What do you prefer, Aziz?” and he looks at me. “I don’t really like men, but I like meeting Allah with their anus. So I much prefer returning the honor with my hand. Which is less than honorable, but you did ask me” and I smile at him. A hand job from a HOT big-dicked Arab is perfectly fine by me. “Please use your hand, Aziz”

So he did, and it ended well. As expected.

We shower, and get dressed. And yes, god/Allah, what a body. And cock. “How long are you here for and what are you here for?” and we chat casually. Turns out he’s here representing his government and looking at our date centers. Small world. We chat nicely.

“Ethan. Thank you for a lovely welcome and introduction to your country. Here is my card. Please text me when you will be at the gym next.” Prince Aziz of Bahrain. Fuck.

 

[tillamook1]

Love this story

 

[casspam]

Great story! Would love to read more

 

[PDuvalEE]

There's more to cum. Ethan is off in the Middle East in Arabian Nights. When he get's back, there will be more Study Scott's for sure! Thanks for commenting!

 

[sunandfun]

I miss Scott and Ethan....

 

[PDuvalEE]

Oh, we aren't done with them by a long shot. If you've read Arabian Nights, they haven't called each other at all. And Scott's pissed. First time being solo without Ethan. Maybe not working so well...They'll be back!

Thanks for reading!

Ethan.

 

[51arledge]

There's more to cum. Ethan is off in the Middle East in Arabian Nights. When he get's back, there will be more Study Scott's for sure! Thanks for commenting!

Loved (and jerked to!) this story. Many thanks.

 

[PDuvalEE]

I love thinking back to that time in NY when Scott first came into our hotel room. Fuck, he was and is HOT. How f-ing lucky did I get? Then I get all deep and pensive. Do I need a girl, too? Or do I want a guy? Vince? Fuck. I need to be stoned for this.

“Where’s the weed at?” and you have to realized, we live 100 miles from Denver, where marijuana is completely legal. So we got weed. And I need some.

“Why are you so quiet, E?” as Scott looks over to me. “Cuz I don’t know if I want to marry a girl or a guy and I want to get stoned before I decide that.” And I pull out our pipe, pack it and light it.

“Umm, E, don’t you want to decide after you’ve met the guy or girl that does it for you?” and he takes the pipe and takes a hit. “Remember Jack.” Which earns him a glare. But is Vince the dude?

Suitably mellow and at peace, I really don’t want to think about getting married. I want to think about getting into my man’s pants. But then, fuck it, I kinda just want a beer.

“What do you want to do tonight?” Scott looks over and asks. “Cascade? Springs? Something new, Netflix?” and I just kind of get to terms… “I think I want to hang on the balcony and then watch Netflix” Scott nods. There is a reason that we end up with the people that we do. “We could wrestle later?” and he looks over and me and sticks his tongue out as he sips his beer. I shake my head.

Our balcony is awesome. We have this perfect mountain view. There are chaise lounges on it and you can sit and veg. We get more Modelos sent up along with some food. I know, nice life, right.

“E – did you ever think just how fucking lucky we are? I mean, man, I’m here with my best friend. And I can tell you anything and everything. Yes, we are ‘kind’ of married, but you are really closer to me as a friend. Then I have the most perfect girlfriend. My heart leaps when I see her. And she’s fucking awesome in bed. AND you’ve had her enough times to know. Fuck. How did all of this happen?” And he has no idea how beautiful he looks. At his perfect skin, his chiseled face, his mane of hair. Those legs, his arms and his chest. Let alone his mind. Fuck.

“Just got lucky, I guess”

So it’s zone-out in front of Netflix, cuddling. I don’t watch except for the occasional sex scenes. I’m trying to see if I can see his cock in his boxers. I think that’s the head there and I think that fold is really his shaft. So I put my hand in to see if I was right.

And I just love soft cock. It’s heavy and bendy and soft and squishy and just waiting to wake up. My exploration earns me a shoulder hug, “Someone’s frisky tonight” and my fingers continue onto his balls. They are just perfect. They take up so much space. How does he pack them all into his clothes each day? I’ll have to watch him dress tomorrow.

So I decide I need a better look and get down between his knees and pull his boxers off. And god, it’s a glorious piece of meat. The scruffy pubes. I sniff and then lick his foreskin. So soft. And that beautiful head, peaking through. Fuck. And I put him in my mouth. They are so fun soft, and I love taking them from soft and sleepy through the ‘hey, whoa, something is going on here’ to the ‘At Attention’ phase, to ‘okay, now I need a warm and hard and soft hole’. I love cock. So I play gently and slowly, loving how it expands. Scott’s goes a little fat in the base and then expands as it goes. You can see the blood flowing in.

And the smell. Fuck. The man-stink of urine and pre-cum and body odor. It’s awesome. This is a cock that’s worked hard today. It’s a hard working cock. All of those meetings, those chats at the urinal, at the water cooler. The stress of important meetings. A quick drive out and back. Life.

“Um, dude, not sure what your strategy is down there, but you either need to pick it up a bit, or you need to lay off. And my cock and I would really appreciate it if you’d pick it up. So would my balls.” And I just heard blah, blah. Hey, I’m stoned and I have a hot and massive cock in my hands and it’s fun to look at it. And taste it occasionally. And I want to explore his hole, too. Perspiration has made it moist. The day has made it whiffy. Fuck, all man. Finger goes into his hole, and he head goes back onto the couch.

 

[PDuvalEE]

 

[PDuvalEE]

But I decide it’s too early. And I want a proper fuck later. So I kiss his cock and remove my finger, and sit on his lap and give him a kiss. “Didn’t mean to get you going too much. I’d like a proper fuck tonight, but it’s early, and I want to hang. That okay?”

And Scott, with his hard cock under my ass, meekly nods. “But you gotta get off my cock” so I raise my ass up and look into his eyes. “You’ll be up for a fuck later?” and his eyes go squirley, “I’m up for a fuck NOW, so yes, pretty sure I’ll be up for it later.” And he tosses me off of him and stands up and goes to get two more beers. With an erection poking out of the fly of his boxers. “You are such a fucking cock tease.” And sits down. “I know. And you have such an extraordinary cock. It’s truly beautiful. As are you.” And he looks at me. “You are such a fag.”

And we hang on the balcony. “Remember Chuck” and he’s like, “the guy at the motel” and I nod. “You put out too easy there” and I nod. “Jared texted, he might come out and ski this winter.” And Scott, nods and says great. "Green Beans. He likes you." And we just chat. It was nice. Smoke some more, then back inside to watch Netflix. It gets to be later, and there is this huge sex seen on Game of Thrones. And I put my hand on Scott’s cock. I want to feel his reaction. And it is rapid and swift. And hard. Fuck.

“How about a shower?” and I look at him. “how about I warm you up a little, I like it when you are sweaty after a hard day” so I move into his lap. Fuck. There is just so much of it and it’s SO beautiful. I pull his boxer elastic over his cock, which was poking out of the fly, and pull his boxers down and out. And I put them to my nose and smell and look into his eyes. He’s shaking his head and smirking. I know. But I love a real man’s scent.

So I push his legs apart and massage his hole, taint, balls and cock, from the bottom up. Hands, cheek, tongue, skin, hair. Make the man feel good. Lick the precum from the tip of his cock. Press my finger to his hole, push to penetrate it just this much. As much as my tongue will later. Fuck, I love this dude. And hands on thighs, hands on calves, my cock rubbing him. Hand to nipple. Tweak. Damn. And I sit up with a string of pre-dripping from my slit. “Shower?”

He nods, and smacks my cheek with his cock. And its big, so it hurts. Damn. And I stand up and we walk to the shower.

Reminder. Scott is Str8. I am not. He does shit to, with and for me that’s f-ing awesome. And I’m like, ‘well that makes him bi’ -- and it’s me who doesn’t like labels.

He’s a recovering sex maniac. He takes pleasure from the 'hunt and the cunt', but needs it either way. So he can grab a few hours and be ‘normal’. But crap, what I’ve taught him to do for me…

As I deep tongue his ass in the shower. He’s become such a slut over getting eaten out. I go slow, I start wide and SLOWLY move in. I’m just so bad. I know for each like, 2 minutes of rimming, he’s gonna fuck me hard and faster for like 30 seconds. And while I really want to get fucked, I want it like, max, 5 minutes. His cock hurts – its freaking big. So we go on, and it’s fun. My tongue is in his ass, my hand on his cock and my other one on his balls. I got this.

So I move up, and he turns, all crazy eyes, “Scott, I could really use a fuck right now, could you do that” Straight faced. I mean, he could have bent the forces of nature. Apples fall down, no UP! He was so tense and sexually charged. We grab towels and dry each other off vaguely and he grabs fingers full of lube and fingers them up my ass and pushes me to the bed. His cock is at my entrance and there is firm but consistent pressure. And it gets harder, and harder. And there it is. His head’s in. Cringe, but no too bad. I pull his ass in further, as I nestle down my ass down into the bed to get his cock in.

“Fuck me dude, I need it.” And he goes to town. And it was great. And fast. Thank god. Fuck. I love my man.

 

[tbmann]

Just read the whole series. So fucking hot OMG!

 

[Pacho3383]

Omg i love this fucking storyy i am so addicted to this one and yeah what is happening with Vince where is he. Is there gonna be more in these thread??

 

[sunandfun]

@PDuvalEE -- no offense, but stop the "Arabian Nights" spin off (it is almost like the horrible Happy Days spin off "Joanie loves Chachi" -- we want Scott and Ethan...

 

[MH07]

Have really been enjoying this series, it’s great! Hope you continue!