Accidental Contact

11/06/2014

 
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He swore that he didn’t mean to send me those photos. He even went as far as taking a screenshot of his phone to show me that he’d gotten two names mixed up in his contact list. I believed him. He was honest enough about his quiet, occasional bisexuality, that if he’d meant to send it, he would have said so, even with a wicked joke. He apologized profusely, then sent me screenshot #2 showing me the fixed contact list.

The funniest thing about it was the pics were meant for a new girl he was chasing. One was a full frontal nude cropped below the chin, showing him holding his very lush thick erection. The second was a rear shot of him lying on his back, multi-fingering his ass with his feet in the air. Both very enticing to anyone prone to erotic male nudes. I smiled to myself, knowing the girl they were originally intended for.

'How can I make this up to you?” He texted sincerely.

I made him wait. I kept looking at his photos, wondering if I dare let him know that I actually liked what I saw - and if given the chance, the right set of circumstances, I just might…

"I"ll think of something. ; )",  I answered, letting that ring in the air.

"Ok. Just  please don’t share those pics. Delete away."

There was a long pause, then he added, “Or enjoy them. If you do, ummm, enjoy them, let me know how much.”

There was the door. All I had to do is peek in.

"I will." is all I said.

Enough time elapsed that the chat was over. Hours later, a curious inquiry came from him.

"Deleted? Or enjoyed?"

"Neither. Yet."

"So, you might? Enjoy?"

"I might. They’re very… good."

"Thank you."

A long silence. Then an added comment from him, gently offering me the key to said door.

"No obligation, but, better in person. Just saying."

"I imagine so." I left it at that. I was still undecided, but I also liked the idea of the tease, keeping him wondering and wanting.

I perused those two photos again. He was masculine, yet sensual, appropriately aggressive,  yet switchy enough for me to call the shots. Especially for the first outings, if I dared to indulge. And more than anything, he didn’t push after he offered. That I appreciated immensely.

I dropped him a little surprise later. “If I did come to see the goods in person, I can’t guarantee I’ll buy. This is a new for me. New horizons I’m considering. I have to take it at my own speed.”

"Understood."  He let that settle in. Than made a counter offer: "If you like, you can look, touch, even sample without obligation. Your speed, no drama. I’d be honored that you’d even want to. Never imagined you would."

Another lingering pause.

"You free Friday?" I asked.

"Yes. Pick a time. I’ll send you the address of my… showroom. ;)"

Why not, I thought. He was just right looks-wise for me, if I chose to venture that way. He seemed open to whatever does or does not occur. I needed that option and he offered it freely.

Then the word “sample” kept running around in my head. I wondered what he would consider a sample. I’m sure I could try a little close-up viewing with touch, maybe a taste here or there. If it’s irresistible, I could try negotiating for a test drive. He seemed interested enough in spoiling a curious straight man to give that a possibility a green light. If not, I’ll pass.

I texted back: “Friday. 7PM. Send me the addy. FYI: To me, the goods are important, the feel, the taste. But chemistry is everything when the timing is right.”

"Understood. No obligation to buy. Feel free to test… everything."

Then he sent me the address. My cock stayed half erect for the remainder of the day, from the taunting breeze licking at me from the other side of that depraved door.

That night, still stirred by the unplanned step into uncharted waters, I opened his photos and proceeded to lose myself in filthy visions of what might come to be, as I stroked vigorously at my needy cock. I came in raging buckets all over myself as I imagined the best case scenario of how Friday night could go. I was definitely ready for this ride, if the mount was healthy and a good match.

I whispered to myself as I licked up my own spurted cum from my still shaking fingers,  “Game. Fucking. On.”

To Be Continued, of course…

 

The Lake - Part 2

11/06/2014

 
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As Rob’s fist found its way into his friend Jake’s thick hair, and his rigid cockmeat pulsed against his buddy’s soft lips and slippery tongue, he had that moment of disbelief that suddenly flashes when you dare to step into something you never imagined you’d want. He cased the perimeter for privacy, as his mind raced to comprehend his own choice. But as he looked down again, he could see Jake patiently grinning up at him with a mouthful of fever-thickened cock, giving Rob the freedom of this questioning moment at hand. Nothing was spoken, but in that millisecond, Rob tossed his doubts to the shameless winds, and surrendered to the scintillating feeling that was emanating from his half-swallowed shaft, as it rocketed a heady, lewd rush throughout his entire being. His fingers locked into Jake’s curls, and a slow motion hip-rocking began out of pure orgasmic instinct. If Jake hadn’t had his face full of sliding man meat, he would have hissed a long “Yeesssss”.

As Rob looked down on the lusciously vulgar display he was headlining, he discovered a new lascivious flavor of arousal. He had certainly had some stellar females on their knees to swallow his long cock and jettisoned seed, but with them, there was always that unspoken awareness of their more delicate physical nature, so he would often hold back the more savage fury with most. There was something intrinsically unbridled in having a sturdy male opening willfully for his pleasure, and it whispered to his libido, “Time to let it ALL loose…no holding back!”

So, when Rob began to really force-feed his mushroomed head near-past Jake’s vibrating larynx, he could feel the growl of lustful hunger for more echo back through his obscene bones. He could also feel Jake’s fingers digging into his asshole and pulling him in even further, as the fire between them ramped up to a place that Rob had yet to experience. He slammed onward relentlessly, and in a mad moment of bestial face-fucking, he nearly toppled Jake onto his back, save for the sturdy tree behind his sucking mate, and this stumble created their first panting break in the carnal action.

"You okay?" Rob asked through his labored breathing.

"Oh, yeah." was Jake’s wickedly happy reply. 

Rob looked down to see Jake’s gorgeous cock seeping pre-cum like a weeping volcano, showing Jake clearly being in heaven over their al fresco mouth-to-cock coupling. Something about that visual made Rob kneel in close and stroke Jake as their eyes locked.

"Fuck, you are soaked." Rob had often used those  words with women, and in that remembrance, he did exactly what he did with the girls. He took his hand glistening with Jake’s precum, smeared it across his friend’s still parted mouth, then leaned in and kissed him hard. Jake’s heat index soared from the sensuous assault, and in no time the men had their cocks locked to and sliding against one another through a two-fisted tunnel, until Jake broke it with a desperate, hoarsely whispered plea.

"Fuck me, Rob, please. My throat, my ass, I don’t care. Just take me and fill me. I want to feel you explode inside of me. I want to make you cum like you never have before."

Rob’s mind was already there, running ahead, already calculating what he most wanted. There was a hovering pause, then Rob yanked both himself and Jake to their feet, turned his prey to face the tree and bent Jake over, unfolding and steadying his stance like a portable card table. Jake obviously wanted Rob to rule this moment, and Rob greedily took the reins.

"Grab some trunk and spread ‘em, fuck boy", Rob smirked, which Jake had nearly done before the end of Rob’s sentence.

There was this lush, willing, pretty asshole staring at Rob through the lilting breeze, dilating and clamping shut in a “please force me open, I dare you” rhythm. Those muscular cheeks formed a perfect cleft that Rob began riding in a long tease as his mind wrapped around the one thing he realized that they were missing.

"What about lube, Jake?"

"Spit works. Do it. Give me your cock first."

Jake reached back, pulled Rob forward so he could christen the invader with his own spit. And while he did, Rob reached down again for the glycerine’d precum hanging from Jake’s cock tip, and smeared that first into the purring, dirty hole he was about to breach.  Rob stepped back to his perch, leaned over, and spit and licked and fingered and pre-cum-slicked Jake’s taunting anal ring, until it yawned open as if it could form the word, “Now!”.

Jake’s hold on the tree tightened as Rob’s fully swollen head nuzzled right into the target’s thrust point. Rob held there for a moment, prompting Jake to push back to incite the ride.

Rob had a wicked, Dom sort of moment, as he quietly but intently said, “Beg me. Tell me what you want, what you need, Jake.”

"Fuck!", Jake moaned. Somehow, Rob knew exactly how to set this off right, and Jake pleaded earnestly. "Fuck me, Rob please. Bury your balls in my ass and leave a bucket or three of cum there. Pretty fucking please!!"

Rob smirked to himself, and whispered back, “I thought you’d never ask.”

In the next nanosecond, Rob locked his grip to Jake’s widespread hips, and shoved himself as far inward as the spit lube would allow him on first thrust, and in that moment, both men let out raw moans that shook the lake shore’s serenity. Rob reached under Jake again for more pre-cum to lube his shaft with, then returned to the mounting forced-peg-in-hoie match, that both bodies were now straining to accomplish.

Once again, Rob felt no need to hold back on his ferocity with such a virile form as his receptacle, so he rammed his meat into the tight, close, humid heat of Jake’s enveloping ass canal like a drill spike pole-driving to reach the earth’s core. The men were both soon growling obscenities, slamming against one another, neither one holding an ounce of sexual savagery back. The tree was shaking and any denizen of the branches had long since flown off, or jumped away from the fury of the quake below.

When Rob hit balls deep inside of Jake’s acquiescent asshole the first time, he had to stop from the incredibly vibrant, razor-edged sensory arousal on his entire organ, from tip to balls to base, even back to his own tingling asshole. Both men needed a breather actually, though the fucking was far from done. Rob leaned forward, kissing and nipping at Jake’s back, unconsciously reaching for Jake’s slippery rock hard cock, which he stroked lovingly as he panted his words.

"This. Is sooooo. Fucking. Good." Then came a long pause where Rob was about to ask something that Jake could sense already.

"Don’t label it, Rob. it’s just you and I enjoying something new together. We can do this again. or not."

Rob laughed. “Yeah, like ‘not’ is a fucking possibility.”  Both men laughed.

"You still like girls right? Jake asked. "Fuck, yes." Rob answered.

"Well, there ya go. Don’t label it. Just fuck me and enjoy it. And invite a girl next time to join us if you want."

Rob began to rock gently into Jake’s ass, while finessing more long, taunting strokes along Jake’s cock-length.

"You know what I want, Jake?"

"What?"

"I want you to tell me when you’re about to cum. I want us to cum together if we can. But I’m going to make you cum from this ass-fucking, and from whatever hand job I can muster. When you cum, I’m going to make sure it’s all over your own face.’

Jake muttered “Oh, Jeeessuuss” under his breath, just as Rob started pummel-fucking his ass into the tree bark again. As the pounding ramped up ever further, and the woodland creatures scattered from the rabid sounds being echoed through the rippling air, Rob was ramrodding his cock’s full length into Jake’s split bottom harder than he’d ever fucked anyone anywhere before, and somehow still managing now and then to reach down and stroke Jake towards his own spurting peak.

Rob was buried deep in Jake’s ass, shoving forcefully inward and pulling out as far as he could without losing entry, as he leaned his long torso over the trembling Jake and grunted, “It’s time, Jake. You gonna cum for me?”

"Fuck yes!" Jake yelled, "Do it! Cum inside me! Pleeeease" Those were all the syllables he could manage.

Rob fought to hang onto Jake’s cock as he made his final slams into that luscious dark hole, heading for his own cum-dumping orgasm. When his trigger finally tripped, Rob roared with abandon into the stratosphere, and the rutting, spasm’d motions of Rob’s eruption took Jake right to the edge of his own precipice, wondering what would push him over.

As Rob’s seemingly endless cumwash emptied from his exploding body inside of Jake’s breached chasm, Rob began to fold over Jake again, as if to curl in and plumb for even more depth. As he did, he began a fast and furious pumping motion on Jake’s cock with his strong, supple hand, and in no time he could feel Jake’s orgasm hover, tremble, then fly.

As Rob continued to sully the depths of Jake’s ridden rump, he fought to stay conscious enough for perfect aim. And to be certain the deed hit the target, he used one hand to press Jake’s face downward to his chest, so he would be in the path of his own spattered lust.

Both men rolled and roared through peaks and valleys and aftershocks and sopping spoils’ spillage. Then their legs eventually gave way, and they found themselves in a pile of leaves and grass against the tree trunk, still rocking, softly moaning, neither of them wanting to stop moving or fucking. Ever.

For awhile, there was nothing but gasping and panting and filthy sated sounds coming from the pair in the pile, with Rob’s cock still pulsing inside of Jake’s soaked innards.

"Jesus, Rob, you fuck like a champion. You can do me anytime you like."

"Your ass, Jake. Nice fucking hot place to burrow into. Fuck!"

There was a long pause as both men let the sounds of the woods fill the crackle of silence between them.

Jake spoke first. “How about a dip in the lake to wash off our delicious dirty sins.”

"Perfect" replied Rob as he began to wriggle out of the tight little rear hole of Jake’s he was buried in.

As the two uncoupled, it was the first face to face they’d had in the aftermath. There was another awkward silence, then Jake said, “You okay?”

"Yeah"

"Don’t worry, we’re not boyfriends now." Both of them laughed. "But we can play like this whenever you and I get the urge."

"Deal." Rob said with a smile, silently whispering to himself that he might have to fuck Jake’s ass again before they left this very day. Once wasn’t going to be enough for something this good. Not today.

Rob laughed suddenly in the tenuousness of the moment. “You should see yourself, you’re a fucking mess”. He brushed the cum stuck leaves and dirt from Jake’s face and found one patch of unsullied cream and licked it off before kissing Jake again. It seemed to seal the secret pact.

"Mmmmm, you taste good." Rob said. "I’ll have to try sucking your cock some time."

"You’d better." Jake laughed. Then he looked down at Rob’s beautiful cock, covered in ass and cum. He pushed Rob backwards and leaned down for a long taste. Before he devoured the dipped shaft, he looked up at Rob and said, "We can’t leave all the good stuff in the lake."

Rob wondered if they would make it into the lake as Jake savored him over and over through the cocky clean up.

Then, as he moved up to share a soiled kiss, Jake gently added, “I really want to fuck your ass too sometime, Rob. If you’re up for it.”

Rob felt a renewed warmth, remembering some hot pegging he’d tried with a recent girlfriend. He pulled Jake into his face, and both men’s cocks found each other again like true rutting north.

"Yeah. I’m up for it. Had some girlcock there. It was great. I especially loved watching her get off on fucking me too, sooo…. maybe, face to face first time? I wanna watch you fuck me."

Jake was viscerally and visibly aroused in an instant with that thought.

Rob added quietly, “Always wondered what it would feel like to have the cock spurt inside me. Maybe after a dip. On the rock. If we’re still alone.”

The men sealed that idea with one more dirty kiss, then wandered off to rinse off their first feral coupling in the still of the lake. Just as they reached the water, Rob grabbed a handful of Jake’s flexed butt, and said,”I don’t know, Jake. Your ass may be addictive.”

Jake laughed and as he prepped to dive in, he echoed back, “I was kinda counting on that!”

To Be Continued….?

 

Beach Boy

11/06/2014

 
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It was not unlike a girl I had met one moonlit night on the beach, that one full summer when I worked at the shore. And though I’d toyed with the idea of this sort of impromptu entanglement, and even had a brief taste or two of my own sex prior, my instinctual drive with this all too willing temptation even took me aback at first.

I spent my days in Cape May sunning and reading and enjoying my three month escape from the mad city, while my nights were busy with bartending for cash, often followed by a welcome addition of being invited to sit in now and then, and sing with a couple of the late night bands after hours. There was a bounty of very pretty young and young-at-heart people in this once-retirees’ milieu. Had there not been, there would be no late night bars open and wailing endless rock and roll and blues ‘til 2am.

Having been happily entrenched in this summer paradise for a month or more, I’d already stumbled into some very hot brief affairs with girls who were out to make the most of their week or weekend getaways, and even with one local brunette curvy bartender, when we got the urge and our schedules matched up. The dirtier I got in this delicious fly-by-night playground, the more I wanted to push the boundaries in any and every way possible.

The things that led to this particular night had already been quietly brewing in my head, in some dark corners of my masturbatory fantasies. They were additionally fueled though by a couple of wild girls on a tear, telling me their secret kinkiest dreams, knowing they’d most likely never see me again.

The inspirational tales  were plentiful, and the ambiance was lushly seductive, to say the least. The nights were cool and star-lit, the minimally-clad body landscape was ever shifting. In another month, I knew I’d be scrambling for some last breaches into new feral places, planting some new nude memories for the carnal scrapbook of my depraved mind. The truth was, everyone came there to play, partnered or not.

It was after a long shift at the restaurant on a busy Friday night. I met a few mates at one of the still open, live-music bars to rest my weary legs after the long shift on my feet, watch the newbies flirt, and see if anyone needed a little late night bedding down. I was on the weary side, so I was not really on the hunt. I did sing a little with the blues band there, whipping up some inherent Philly soul from a white boy that often surprised everyone. I was always thrilled to find how much attention that got me.

There was one shy-ish girl with her female clan, and though she smiled at me more than once, and even shared some quiet, near-intimate talk in a corner, her posse dragged her away as I whispered that I hoped to see her before she left town. She looked so ready to stay, but unable to resist the peer pressure, so I let it go. The wanting was enough to make me happy for the nonce.

At closing, I wandered through the open mall heading toward my rented flat, which was a few blocks off, but only a half block from the beach. In the doing, I decided to wander about a bit this night, and just drink in the pristine salted air. As I walked past the closed shops and closing bars, I passed him twice, I think. The first time was on the mall, when I first nodded to him as I caught his blue eyes surprisingly locked onto mine. I could sense something going on there, but it didn’t quite look or feel like someone blatantly hitting on me - and if he was, he clearly wasn’t studied or comfortable with it yet.

The next time we crossed paths was maybe 7 minutes later at an intersection nearer to the beachfront, where it was clear he had circled back to see me again. There was eye contact and a little better light, but there was no exchange of words with this twenty-something in intently tattered jeans and an untucked dress shirt and tee. This time however, I noticed the fuller visual of him, though partly in shadow - long, lean, thick blondish hair and a shy and lightly needy demeanor.

I passed him once more and headed down to the lifeguard’s stand on the beach in the moonlight, not really sure what I wanted with this, and knowing for certain that he wasn’t quite sure either. But as my instincts told me from feeling his gaze follow me, five minutes or so later, I saw a shadow heading toward the same place I was at - my instincts were right. It was him. I climbed the chair to slip out of his view and sat waiting to see what he would do. He approached the chair looking about for me, without yet looking up, until I gave him a little scare.

"Lose something?"  He jumped, half panicked, then I added. "It’s okay. I know you were following me."


He looked all blushing and caught. I stayed on my perch. “Local? Visitor? Beach hobo?”  he laughed.

"I come down to Cape May when I can", he said softly and honestly." My girlfriend’s family has a place here, and she’s with them this weekend. But they’re not big on her inviting me to their house yet, so we meet, and ummm… play… when she can get away. She’s stuck with family for a couple of days right now, so…".

This was getting more interesting. I’d been prepared in my head for these kinds of collisions, and this one was shaping up to be something of a wicked blessing. I’d always wanted to get tangled up with a couple and see how that would play out. I jumped down and stood facing him, and let a long whiff of silence go by.

"Does she know you like men?" He got adorably blush-y again.

"I… I… um, kinda."

"What are you looking for?" I asked directly.

He hesitated then said, “Not really sure… just… company… or something.” It was the sound of the “or something” that betrayed him.

"Done this much?"

He shook his head no, then quietly said, “Not with guys, but I promised her I would never cheat with another girl. And no, I’ve only been with a guy once or twice… a bit, not everything. It was… nice… different…” He trailed off. I got the gist.

I smiled. “Would you tell her what we do, if we do something?”

He looked like he would but couldn’t quite form the words.

"Do you think she would like it?"

"I think so. I know she likes gay porn and watching guys do it like that."

I stepped in close. “Why me?” He blushed again. I could see it in the light.

"Your energy.. when you sing. And how you look…" he stumbled for the rest. That made me smile and a bit warmer.  The interrogation was done… for now. This was too good to resist.

I pulled him to the corner leg of the tall chair, pressed him against it and quietly said, “I’ve always wanted to try this…”. And I leaned in and started a long slow, mouth-prying and gradually deepening kiss. I let my hands wander, emboldened by the darkness and the unspoken request from a young man experimenting as much as I was. I’d had one or two man to man collisions before, but not for awhile, and not of this particular nature. I felt in complete command with someone who wanted to be led, but was not a whimpering sub. Just willing to be shown the way. I especially loved that he had a girlfriend to yank into the mix if I could wrangle it. I could.

And by the end, he was definitely kissing back. I just whispered “This kind of company?” as I rubbed his cock through his zipper, awakening his thickening genie. He almost sang his elongated yes.

"Shirts off, please"  I helped,  and as I did, "What’s your girlfriend’s name?"

Pretty upper body he had. Not cut, just firm and sleek and only a little hair. I studied it like Braille.

"Mollie"

"Open my shirt". He did.

"Ever fuck her on the beach?" I put his hand to my zipper as I undid his.

"Not yet. We want to…"

"And what do you ‘want to’ with me?"

He went silent again … until “Whatever you want.” That was a big clue. And that’s exactly what he was getting.

By now, our cocks were in each others’ hands, and kissing was swiftly morphing into nipping and nipple-biting. He was hard and big and dripping into my fist. I pressed our two cocks together and laced our hands about them as we rocked on one another, and grabbed away wherever we could manage. I loved the way he was moaning into the kisses.

I pushed his jeans to his knees and grabbed a handful of what felt like a perfect tight ass.

He panicked again momentarily “We’ll get caught!”

"We won’t. Under the chair. Now!" He turned, trying to keep his jeans from falling further, and the moment I saw his tight little butt in the moon’s glow, I knew I was going to have to fuck him. Things were about to really cross a bigger line so I stopped momentarily to check something.

"I’m very clean. You?" I demanded.  "No drugs, std’s?"

He whispered quietly that he was cleaner than clean. Mollie wouldn’t touch him otherwise. She was “too classy” and “we’ve done some… well, things.”

"Good dirty things, I hope. Anal things?"

"A little. She likes to suck me and use a vibe in my ass. it’s…"

"Fucking hot, right!" I finished that for him. "Tonight, you can suck me and I’ll put something hot in your ass."


I pressed him to kneeling and laced my fingers in his thick hair. I leaned down to kiss him hard again, then whispered, “I’ll make sure we don’t get caught. And you… you show me what good company you are.” I pressed him to swallow my hungry cock whole.

This boy went to town, not always graceful or studied, so I could tell he’d not been there often. However, he was so eager to please that he went for it cock, balls and sphincter play, and he did his best to choke as much of me inside him as he could. He tried pulling his jeans up but I wouldn’t let him. That ass was too good not to drool over and slip a  finger or three in for some warming up.

At one point, I pulled him back over top of me as I laid back on the sand, wiggling us to the center of the chair’s limited under-space. I made him swivel around so his pretty slippery cock was dangling over my face. Yeah, I wanted a taste and a playtoy to tease him, but mostly, I wanted to make some pre-cum and spit lube, and start to get that lusty little ass of his ready.

I pumped him and sucked him and took the spoils, added spit and started working it into his tight willing hole. He began to make too much noise, and without thinking, I actually spanked him a couple times and felt him cry out with his mouthful of me. I knew we didn’t have long in this public place.

I moved him to kneeling and I told him to hold on to the bottom wrung. I tugged his hips back and got him into perfect doggy position. I had to stop and drink in the beauty and the brazenness of this moment, drenched in the moon’s blush, and about to take this hungry hot naked boy for an ass-pounding, public fuck-ride in the sand.

I finally leaned down and toyed with his cock to whip up some more lube, added spit and fingered him knuckles-deep. This boy clearly loved anal. “Ever have a real cock in there.” He half-growled a “Nooo” loudly, like he’d been praying for it forever. The noises he makes were going to be trouble.
 
I had my wine opener still in my pocket, which had a blade, so I cut his Jockey’s off right from his legs and hips, and I stuffed them into his mouth. I spread him apart and popped my cockhead inside of him. It was a good thing he was now muzzled.

I had to work in slowly. He was tight and I kept adding spit and his pre-cum for lube. But once I was far enough inside of his arching rear portal, and he opened more and more to the thickening invasion, the rhythmic rocking began and soon I could slip in and out, tip to base, slamming and pounding, withdrawing and waiting for the muffled begging sounds, to pile-drive back inside. I leaned in as I fucked him, and kept a string of dirty talk going into his shivering ears.

"I’m liking your company more and more. You should really have Molly fuck your tight little asscunt with a strap-on dick when I’m not around. You do love this don’t you?" I kept fucking and stroking him, though never ceasing the look-around, lest we be found out.

I kept at him. “I want to watch Mollie finger herself while I do this to you. Maybe she’ll want some. Or want you to fuck her while I own you like this. I think she’d loooove being under you right about now.”

Our time and our safety was waning. I could see a couple wandering past our area, thankfully too far away, and I know patrols happened periodically here too.

I leaned in and stepped up the pace and took a fist to his shaft to pump him to bursting. “Fuck my hand” I commanded in a growled whisper. “Imagine it’s Mollie’s sweet moaning cunt under you while I ride your ass to heaven.”

That seemed to do it for us both. I could feel him on his edge, then tipping over it. His orgasm sparked mine which was just waiting for that extra wriggling spasm. Cum was spilled deep into the sand and ever so much deeper into his shaking bliss-fucked back door.

We stayed connected for a bit, as I rocked inside of him deeply, both of us still spilling the last jets of dirty cream; kissing his back and shoulders and me humming in his ear, “Goooood company”.

We both groaned when I withdrew, then I bade him dress asap, and I did the same.  That way the worst we could be accused of by a passing patrolman was loitering after hours.

I looked around again before zipping up, and said “Clean up time.” He leaned down like a good boy and sucked my cock squeaky clean of his ass and all its carnal spew. And he was so good about it, I pushed him down and did the same with his, lapping away at what little cum hadn’t spilled into the cool beach granules below.  Once again, I spied about, then moved in and made him share it all in some dirty kissing. I pulled him out from our hiding and fucking place, and we climbed up to sit on the lifeguard’s chair above the fray to settle, and breathe in what we just did.

He sat next to me. My hand went right to his warm, wet, but clothed crotch as I repeated “Yes, very gooood company.”
I loved watching his eyes roll back in his head. Words weren’t needed.

"So Mollie and….?"  I knew his girl’s name but not his.

"Nick."

Nice to… meat you, Nick.” He laughed.

"It’s late" I said matter-of-factly. "We should go."  He looked startled. "I have to work the day shift tomorrow", I said plainly. He understood.

We got down and I pushed him against the chair for one more hot man-to-man, full body pressing kiss. When it was done, I eased back and eyed him with an insistent air.

"Come to my place tomorrow night, if you don’t want this to be a hit-and-run fuck. Bring Mollie. You know you want to. You may have to share her some."

I punched my number into his phone and rang mine to grab his number. “I’ll text you when and where. The lube will be better and we won’t be on the verge of getting arrested.”

He got shy again “What if she doesn’t want to…”.

I smiled. “Tell her what we did tonight. She’ll want to.”

And with another secretly wicked intent, I said gently, “If she’s nervous about it, tell me to stop by the Colonial anytime from noon til 6pm.  She can see me and ask me anything she likes. Tell her I promise to answer all of her questions and concerns truthfully.”

I was hoping for that visit. I had a few questions of my own. It would tell me so much about which direction to lead this new adventure in depravity.

Nick and I shared one more dirty groping kiss, then I pushed him away and smacked his firm leaking ass as he walked off.

Yeah, he’d be back. With his girl in tow. This was getting more and more intriguing.

"Tomorrow…" I purred aloud to myself as I walked barefoot in the cool sand to the water’s edge, "Three’s company".

To Be Continued…?

 

The Watcher

11/06/2014

 
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He lived on an eyesight-beeline, directly across from my office’s daydreaming window.

I had not been into men ever really, though in recent times, I would venture into the occasional quiet bi fantasy that would make me cum. Mostly those fantasies were framed with a woman in a trio, but more and more, certain bared-male photos I would see in my porn cruising could cause me to whisper to a certain corner of my consciousness, “If I was there, and he was game, I would take that hot body for such a ride…”.

The first sighting of him was accidental, as I was dirty-daydreaming on a long break, while gazing northward. Initially, I was annoyed at being taken out of a vision of a certain young woman I’d recently met submitting to my wicked charms. But there was a hypnotic, sensual eloquence to the movement of his self-pleasuring going on in his bed, that arrested my senses, then lit a fire in them.

The view from my perch wasn’t exactly clear, but it felt like I was watching some hot, erotic personal porn from the distance of a few rooms away. As much as it surprised me, I soon discovered that watching him toy with and get lost in his own sex stirred something deep and downright dirty in me.

After a couple of days of unplanned and purposeful voyeur-ings, I decided I should bring a pair of binoculars from home; a pair that had been a gift that I’d nearly thrown out numerous times, since all it ever did was gather dust.

I’d never watched another man pleasure himself like that. His technique had a little bit of an intense orgasm-denial play in it. He would bring himself to the edge and then grab the sheets with both hands and let his pelvis rise off the bed while his perfectly-proportioned cock pulsed and twitched as it begged, and as best I could see, it would drip profusely.

At each rise I almost didn’t notice how hard that it made me to see that in live action, and not far from me. And when he came.. holy hell, it was in wildly arcing streams, as his body arched with a ferocious thrust, and shook from the tremors deep in his bones. That visual alone made my cock jump up and beg.

His playtimes seemed to match my break and lunch times. I wondered about his work and life, and made little stories up in my head about him. I wondered if I might see him bring a lover or two home sometime, and watch them go at it. Maybe he’ll have a girl kneel by his open curtains while he rocks his hard flesh into her willing throat and feeds her his huge load. Or maybe I’ll witness this guy exploring another man, swallowing one another in a slow motion in a hot man-to-man 69, until one had to finally mount and fuck the daylights out of the other.

The fantasies got to me more and more, until one day I found myself watching him masturbate while he was sitting near his window, and without thinking, I also caught myself locking my door, putting calls on hold, and unzipping my own pants to join him secretively.

I could almost not believe what I was doing, and I nearly let myself begin to wonder what it meant. But I knew better. Pleasure was pleasure, I reasoned. And why the fuck not? “No labels now”, I whispered between cock fondles and purrs, “No labels.”

I was losing myself in this, in him, when I gasped aloud. He had stood up and was facing me, never missing a stroke. He knew that I was watching him. I could see him bite his lip and toss his head back when the sensitivity got more intense. When his gaze returned, he smiled at me.

Suddenly, his arm was motioning. I didn’t know what it was at first, until I realized that he wanted me to stand too. He wanted me to join him, to mirror him. I swallowed hard, looked around as if to see who was watching me - a silly notion in a locked room. Then I stood, my cock in hand, dripping and flushed with a little bit of shock at myself and on fire with an incredible rush of arousal.

He was clearly waiting for me. I dropped my binoculars, then my pants. Then he and I began to slow-stroke at first, keeping our eyes locked across the open air, and continued to match one another in rising rhythms and strides. At one point, it almost looked to me like he was going to fuck his window pane and I found myself nuzzling my cock’s head on my plate glass as well.

I could tell when he was about to explode and I was right there with him. His muscular body arched back and big shots of white cream spattered his otherwise clean pane again and again and again.

The first spray set me right into my spewing eruption, and soon there were running puddles of dirty white lust streaking our respective looking glasses.

Again, I was half in disbelief that I’d just buddy-cummed with a man I don’t know, and in my office, no less!!  I doubted that he knew it was my first ever, because I came as hard as he did.

I watched him kneel and lick some of his own cum off the window and without thinking, I did the same. He signaled for me to use my binoculars, and when I managed to focus them and my eyes again, I saw his lush ass winking at me. I wondered what he was up to.

When he turned back, he held up a  sheet of paper with a phone number on it. “Text me sometime”, it said, after the number.

When I got the nerve a little later on, some of our convo went like this:

*

Me: That was a first for me. And pretty… great.

Him: I had a feeling it was new for you. Glad you enjoyed.

Me: I did. Yes.  I did.

Him: Honestly, so did I. Loved it. Much better not doing this alone.

(a pause as I pondered the surprising come-on that was forming in my mind)

He continued:

Him: Do you only like to watch, or do you play too? You can always watch me with someone else too, if you prefer.”

Me: I’m somewhat new at much of this. Are you…

(this text got accidentally cut off and sent early while I was looking for a tasteful way to ask. Thankfully, he understood.)

Him: I like both sexes and both sides of the coin.

(a long pause)

Me: I like that.

(another long pause)

Me again: I have to go, but I’m glad we, ummm, shared. Perhaps again maybe? Soon?

Him: I’m here tomorrow about the same time. Maybe I should get binoculars too.

(that made me smile)

Me: Thank you. Til then…

*

I felt like a right idiot for not asking his name, but once I cleaned up myself and my window, and re-opened my phone lines, I got distracted on purpose, and only ever lost myself in thoughts of my own filthy deed of the day, the titillating shock of my own behavior, and questions about where it might lead.

I was tempted to text him at night, but I resisted. One thing I could not resist was reliving the lewd bravado of the day, and this time I came loudly all over myself, as I imagined watching him fuck a guy and a girl and then invited me to join them all.

Yeah, I knew I was in trouble and there was no point in resisting any longer. I had already gone there in my mind, and then, across the street in mid-air, as it were, earlier this very day.

The next day arrived, and I watched the clock with a half a hard-on the entire morning. I could feel the wetness of my precum in my boxers when I walked. I almost thought to masturbate without him beforehand to take the edge off of the ache.

I intently lost myself in work again until I looked up just as he approached his window. He was wearing only a pair of burgundy briefs and he looked more attractive than I thought a man should look to me. He was also early, but not by much.

His text tone made me jump:

*

Him: If you’re busy, I can wait.

Me: Just finishing.

Him: Kay

When I stood I watched him lift a pair of binoculars, he later told me he’d borrowed from a friend. Another text:

Him: Very nice closer-up, you are. Can you be naked there?

Me: Not here.

(A very long pause.  My mind was going somewhere I wasn’t sure I was ready for, and yet it would not stop spinning that way. I think he knew.)

Finally…

Me: Only where you are.

(a pause)

Him: When?

Me: Now.

Something in me took over in my head, and shook off the resistance.

Him: You know the building. I’m in 1232. Text me and Ill buzz you in.

Me: After which, unlock your door, then stand as you are now.  Tug your briefs down a bit for me too. Please.

That ass was the stuff dreams were made of, I thought, and I wanted to see that first. The lust would cause me not to shy out of this tryst.

*

I was vibrating in the elevator, wondering what bisexual dom had just taken over my senses. The “please” was the other part of me apologizing. Then again, I kind of liked the feel of this taking command thing.

I walked into his place, found his bedroom easily enough, and there he stood, posed as I’d asked him to be, looking, well, surprisingly beautiful and fucking delicious to these newly-opened bi eyes.

I wanted him instantly - another hot shock to my system. And his body was clearly was a willing offering to me. And that ass made my cock stand up and cheer.

I tossed my coat and tie, unbuttoned most of my shirt, as I eyed this lush, muscular male flesh awaiting my touch, and my voice’s will.

I walked to him, wrapped myself around him from behind, knowingly forming a fist about his thickened shaft and unconsciously began to kiss and bite his shoulders, as I felt my rigid cock pushing through my pants to get to his perfect taut hole.

"I hope you won’t mind me leading a bit at first… unless you need to show me something." I said as I devoured his skin and studied his erection.

"I’m game", he offered.

And off we went…

I lost myself in the feel of his body. It was soft and hard all at once. It was fierce and pliable and it begged me to take it wherever I wanted to go.

As I kissed downward, I found my face buried in his ass and suckling his balls as I hot-stroked his dick, spurred on by the feral, dirty sounds and gyrations he was making. He was loving this and I was but a novice.

I took a moment to turn him towards me and taste his pre-cum. It was sooo good. Like mine, but better because it wasn’t mine. I took his cock into my mouth and toyed with it, learning the feel and sensations. I knew, if he let me later on, that I would suck and swallow him.  But right now…

…what I really wanted was to have him kneel and suck my cock, at the window, and he did so brilliantly, drawing it out for seeming ever, while not letting me peak too soon and definitely not letting me cum yet. He was clearly the experienced one.

As I surrendered to this orgasmic succulence, I fell into one of those fantasies of mine and thought to myself, “Do it!”.

I pulled him up, kissed him deeply to taste my sex on his wicked tongue, then pushed him onto the bed and mounted him in reverse. I so wanted a whack at that man-to-man 69 play, cum and all. I never realized how much of a fantasy that was for me. And he was the perfect cocksman for me to make it orgasmically real.

I looked back as I dangled my wet cock in his face and smiled “We’re good at mirroring already. Why not see who makes who cum first?”

The tug-of-sucking-war was breathtakingly erotic and filthy, a back and forth competition that ended with both mouths being rammed and teased and soon filled to the grinning brim with the cream of the other’s crop.

When we tumbled right-side up, we stroked one another as we watched each other swallow all that we could. Then, the sticky kisses and the trading of secrets ensued.

We found ourselves planning threesomes and even foursomes with a couple of girls he knew, and with one possible who I knew (though I’d have to let on my new secret to do so). 

As the talk and touch and cock-grabbing reignited things, he said, “You may want to call your office. Tell them you’ll be late. Maybe ask them to watch from your window”

We laughed and I quietly worried, as I wondered who else could see us now. Something in me suddenly didn’t care anymore.

"If I ask them to watch, then I want my first time to be fucking you against the window."

Our eyes locked, and he said, “Do it.”

I wasn’t sure about inviting watchers, especially from my workplace, but I was sure that I was about to fuck his ass into oblivion at the window. If nothing else, that memory alone would make my day whenever I looked over here again.

 

Perfect Response

08/26/2014

 
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Gareth and I were in a semi-public place when he unzipped to show me his latest jewelry without warning.

We were joking about how some rock stars and celebs must put salamis in their jeans to affect a bulge for photo shoots.

He said quietly, “I like to use a cock ring when I want to be noticed.”

I smiled half-jokingly and said, “I wondered.”

"I’m serious. See?"

Yes, we had already talked a few times about testing out those hidden bi urges with our girls in an all-out foursome. And knowing from the carnal baring of secrets that he and I were on the same page about how it might go, made this moment as comfortable as seeing your buddy’s cock for the first time could possibly be.

This was nearly in mix of passers-by, so part of me had an urge to say, “Zip the fuck up. You’ll get arrested.”

But the sight of his half-erect beautiful cock with that gold ring glistening at its base was too damned tempting and I just kept staring.

I was almost afraid to ask. “Was that for me?”

He nodded that it was.

"Fuck. It’s….ummmm…"

"I thought you’d like it."

I unconsciously licked my lips and surprised myself in the doing. “Well, I’m not blowing you on the street corner.” We both laughed, and he began to zip up.

I’m not sure what came over me, but I stopped his movement and grabbed his thickness. Part of me wanted to kiss him. This was so not me, or not the person I usually had been. This was new. And I rather liked it all of a sudden. I liked it more and more with every nervous, shameless moment that passed.

I tugged him by the cock into a nearby parking structure and to an out of the way corner where no security cams could be focused.

"Ring need polishing?" I asked.

He moaned. I’d had no idea how much he’d wanted to do this with me. I thought to myself, ‘Well, just cuz the girls aren’t here… why wait? We can take pics for them, vids..’, and the thoughts vanished as did any sense of my prior propriety.

Before I knew it, he was full-on hard and dripping into my palm, and he’d unleashed my cock for his hands to study and ramp up. In no time, we dared the first kisses, slow and easy, then hot and deep, and that set fire to the pumping fists on the growing cock flesh.

We stopped to see what our surroundings would allow. It was clear we both wanted cocks in mouths. I moved first, and as I descended, I whispered to Gareth that he’ll owe me one, and to keep his phone handy. “The girls will want to see this.”

By some miracle, we both managed to devour and sate each other’s cock lust, sucking and stroking one another to muffled orgasms in a very public, albeit shaded corner of the garage, both swallowing what we’d never dared even taste before from another male. And in the mix, I made sure we had at least one final photo of Gareth and I trading my cum from his mouth in dirty kisses.

Best of all, we escaped without anyone’s notice, though the public display of man to man filth did add to the lewd heat between us.

There was a little of the telltale seed gloss on both sets of scruffy-faced lips as we wandered out of the structure and into a coffee shop to see if we could make sense of what we had just dared on a dirty whim.

We turned our attention to the pics, which were incredibly hot, a bit blurry here and there and just dark enough to not be sure who was in them. We plotted our reveal to our respective mates, and as we headed back to our cars in the lot, I couldn’t help but cup a firm hand on Gareth’s tight butt.

He turned to me as I raised an eyebrow and whispered “Yeah, I could fuck that.”

He looked about swiftly, then surprised me with another very public kiss, after which he quietly said, “We can fight over who fucks whose ass first.”

I smiled, thinking that that was the perfect response.

"The girls might have a say on the order of things", he added.

I laughed. “Are you fucking kidding me.  First they have to get over us doing this without them, though I know Meg will cream herself imagining this. Then, they’ll take bets on who pins who down first.”

This time, without even an outward lookabout, I pushed Gareth to his car, kissed him hard and took the reins, “I am dying to fuck your ass. And I get first dibs, since I sucked you off first. You tell Laurie that Meg and I are coming over tomorrow night for fucking sleepover playtime. And your ass is mine for all to see.”

I squeezed his ringed cock through his denims and heard him say in a startled gasp, “Mmmm, fuck. Okay.”

Once again, I thought, ‘Perfect response.”

 
 
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I wasn't prepared that night for the way this lascivious event or anything resembling it came to happen. And I certainly never expected it to erupt in a public place, of all things. I had always quietly imagined that, if and when this occurred, my first full-on sexual contact with another male would most likely be instigated by alluring and savory, open-minded couple. We'd begin, he and I, by slowly easing into some encouraged mutual masturbation, soon peppered with deep kissing and harder stroking as the wife or girlfriend cheered us on. Then she would lay back moaning and fingering herself to a string of orgasms from the very sight of this mounting man-on-man dirty collision before her, assuming she could keep herself from diving into the fray with us. Eventually there would be some cocksucking 101 lessons, and if all went well, I would experience my first hard, man-ass ride, with me as the top, at least the first time; maybe later trying out the bottom. God knows, my ass loved a good pegging, so why not be a bit of a switch with men as well.

I mean, this all took place unwittingly at my gym, and the guy was someone I thought to be straight, one I had chatted with now and then. Maybe it was the nighttime hour and the emptiness of the place that set the mood, and dared me to consider it. The two of us in question just happened to have odd schedules that day in our separate worlds, busy lives that kept us from earlier visits. And for a good part of the workout time that evening, the place was relatively empty, save for one worker at her desk, buried in her phone. 

His name was Rory, young, married, quiet. He was tall and a bit lanky, but well put together. In years past, I would have just nodded now and then, or just said "Hi" when appropriate and left it at that. But in the last two years or so, my dirty mind had been evolving into the lush idea of opening myself up to every carnal corner that I could find. And now, with more and more encouragement from the women that surrounded me, I let my fantasies about a tryst with the right man run a bit wild, never knowing if I'd really go there.

Yes, I had imagined numerous scenarios with men in recent days; even wrote little stories about a few of them, and yes, masturbated to the visuals in my head at times.  But it was usually a scene with a woman voyeur present, if didn't take place in a blatant MMF no-holds-barred trio. I also began to discover photos of men that aroused me; not many, but definitely ones that stirred my cock to rise up and say, "Yes please, I would try this one in the flesh!" As my inner sexuality was blossoming in newer directions, so was the way I looked at certain men who I would encounter in the everyday world.

My brief chats with Rory were pretty much free from any sexual references, save for the one time we saw this very hot girl working out, and he whispered how he'd better hit the shower lest his hard-on become too obvious. I'd even met his lovely, young wife one afternoon at the gym, as they were there together - he for a workout, she for a yoga class. She was an off-beat pretty, fair-haired, softly curved beauty, and there was something distinctly different about her look and feel, something which was ultimately stirring. With that in our shared background, Rory was the last guy I thought I'd find myself in a lip and cock lock with. But lock and tangle and more, we did. That night. In the gym. In the locker room. In the shower. And though I was hardly prepared for this, it turned out to be one of the more orgasmic adventures I'd had in ages. It was simply, fucking spectacular!

The locker room was, of course, as empty as the gym that night, save for us two and maybe one other. Rory and I hit the lockers in relatively similar timing. He, however, went right for the shower, and I tended to shower at home. I did a little wash-up in the sink and was tugging my jeans on in the main area, when Rory stepped out of the shower, toweling off. He tossed the towel and stood naked in front of his locker, hunting for a brush or God knows what. And for the first time in the flesh, I couldn't take my eyes away from his body. Not an Adonis, but in his way, beautifully attractive. He was not overly worked-out, but he was well formed top to toe; hairy enough to be masculine, but not a gorilla; a small and very taut, delicious ass begging for breach; and his cock - well, he must have been soaping it up for a while, because it was fairly full, and looked like it was just then coming down from a gorgeous erection.

I had no idea that I was staring in his direction, when I heard him speak quietly. "Like what you see?"

I'm sure I went red, and half-stuttered my reply, "Sorry, I was just... daydreaming, not staring."

There was a long crackling silence, during which he continued to fish in his locker for something, still stark naked, and if my side glance was not deceiving me, his cock was getting hard again.

He finally broke the ice gently. "It's okay... the staring. I recognize that look. I've done that a few times myself... especially when I was considering trying men... sexually, that is."

Another very thick silence hummed in the dank air. "Have you?" I asked, those two words the only ones I could manage.

"I have. Not often, but... I liked it. One time, I liked it a lot. The others, just the wrong guys, I guess."

Part of me was relieved that I hadn't pissed off a good guy with my perverse fantasies. The other part of me was incredibly turned on by the possibility dangling before me, both literally and figuratively, but I quickly reined that back in as I reminded myself,  "That doesn't mean he necessarily wants you."

"Is it secret?" I asked softly, "Or does your wife..."

He smiled at me. "No, Alice and I have shared partners. Girls and guys. Mostly girls though. I'm telling you, that is fucking hot!"

"And... why not more guys? She's less into that?" I queried cautiously.

"No, God, she LOVES the idea. So far, it was just the wrong ones, as I said. The only one that held some promise moved out of the area."

"Nice that you both are into that, and so open to both sexes." I tried to toss off casually.

"It is, Rob. We don't think of ourselves as bi. Labels are useless. We're just adventurous. You wouldn't believe some of the crazy shit we've tried."

Another electric pause burned the air as my mind raced to imagine what those things could possibly be. I was about to ask Rory what kinks they were into, but I retreated into myself a bit, if nothing else just to calm down. All I could think was - Damn, a hot kinky couple, and a guy who's more straight, but has guys now and then; a male I actually find attractive, naked and in front of me, and not an asshole. I was silently checking off the  "Yes, please" mental list in my greedy, horny mind. 

"Let me guess" Rory said. "You've been considering men for some time now, but don't know how to get there, right?"

I was startled by his highly accurate read of me. All I could do is nod my assent.

"Mmmmm" went the hum from his throat, as he considered his next words. "Been there. Exactly where you are, Rob. Wished someone would have opened the door for me."

I had no retort as I looked at him, both at his fit form and his obvious revamped erection. He locked eyes with me for a short study of my balance on the sexual perch, then peered at the door, and back to me, saying quietly,

"Just try it. With me, if you like. My cock doesn't stand up this way for just anyone."

Then he quickly added, "If it doesn't feel right to go there, no problem. I'm just opening a door for you... like I wanted when I was in your space about it. And honestly, I'd like to try it again too.. with you."

I was assuredly beet red anew, and I could tell that his was not the only cock now reaching full tilt.

He smiled again, with a mouth that I had the sudden urge to taste, and said calmly, "No is an okay answer. And if you say yes, and don't like it, we don't have to go there again. You're a very attractive man, Rob. Even Alice thought you had a really good, enticing energy about you... as well as as 'yummy body', I think she said."

My cock was straining at my jeans. I thought if he invited me to his house to join he and Alice next, I might just cum right there in my pants. And to think they'd already discussed me, I could only wonder in what kink-laced terms. I wanted it all to happen yesterday!

Rory's voice shifted in tone to something deeply inviting. "If you want a taste, I'm right here."

I wasn't prepared for that. "Here... now?" 

"No one's around. And if we go into the shower area, we'll hear if someone enters, and we can just jump into the water. Wanna?"

He could see clearly that I did. He walked towards me, his cock's tip touching my jeans. 

"If we're hitting the shower, you should take those off", he hummed as he undid my top button.

He stopped to be sure I was okay going forward, and softly said "Shall we?"

In that moment, I realized that this was what I had been dreaming of for some time. It was the right man with the right sensibilities, a hot body and aware enough of the newness to let me take it at my own pace. The location scared me, but at the same time, it added some extra kerosene to the fire. If I was doing this, I was not going to hold back

All I said, was a very clear, "Yes." And as he tugged at my zipper, I pulled his face in and tasted that full-lipped, scruffy mouth of his. My fingers unconsciously laced into his wet hair and his hands tugged hard at my waist, baring my all.  His fist wrapped around my near full cockrise, and I then grabbed his in a mirrored grip, as I kicked my jeans to the bench.

There was a shivering heat that took us both in that moment, and he was as surprised as I was at my determination not to hold back at all. I even pushed him to the wall and we ground our hips against one another, as we kissed and bit at mouths and lips, and fingered and grabbed at each other's flexing asses. Then there was a noise just outside the door, and we nodded that it was time to go pretend that we were showering.

We quietly walked in and I turned on one shower, but did not enter it, as Rory placed some towels and his phone out of reach of the spray. This time, he gently pushed me to the tiled wall and began kissing down my chest. I knew where he was going, and my eyes closed as I unconsciously let out a sweet dirty hum. He didn't have to ask me if I wanted it. In no time, his lush lips were wrapped around and suckling my cockhead, and his strong hand was easily stroking me while letting his fingers pulse along the shaft like he was playing scales on a piano. Without a thought, my hand was back in his wet hair, and my hips were arching into his face with a plea for him to just fucking swallow me whole. 

At one point, I looked down as he was looking up at me with a mouthful of my thickened meat in his face. We locked gazes for a moment, and I breathily said "That is so fucking....Yes, please!" And with that, he shoved the back of his throat to my balls, and I helped to push him there. It's a miracle I didn't just explode in his mouth right then, but when he could feel me nearing release, he pulled off of me, yet continued the finessed fondling of my shaft and balls. He slid up an kissed me with his warm lips smeared in my precum, and seductively said,

"Are you sure you haven't done this before?"

"No, I promise you." I answered as we shared more dirty kissing. "I guess I'm just really fucking ready for this, and not interested in being tentative about it."

Rory grabbed my cock hard and said, "That's what's been missing for me before. The guys I've met and tried this with were all such pussies about it. I fucking love that you're not...already!! Jesus, Rob, I can already imagine you fucking my brains out through my ass, the way I've wanted someone to do it!  God, Alice would cum so hard watching us!!"

I was waiting for the invitation to his house as I bit his ear and said, 

"I can't wait to take your tight ass for a ride. I can just imagine watching Alice watch us go at it." And to punctuate my greed, I pushed a wet finger into his tight hole. 

"Do it. Here. Now. In the shower. I'd fucking love it!!", he said, not flinching for even a moment.

Once again, I was stunned. Not only was I about to possibly have at a hot, like-minded male, but in a place where we could be caught at any moment. And the vision of my cock buried deep in his ass, in public, suddenly sent me into furious hunger for it. All I could think was a phrase I had written once before in a story, "In for a penny, in for a pounding."

He saw my thoughts splash across my face and I heard a quiet "Fuck" uttered from under my own breath. He knew exactly what it meant. He'd been me before.

He pushed me into the hot spray, took a moment to do something on his phone, then moved into the wet heat with me. We dove tongue-first into one another's throats, as both of us instinctively held our rock and flesh cocks together, hands wrapped, riding the other's shaft. I reached back to toy with his ass again, then I stopped. "Wait. No lube. Don't we need...?"

He didn't miss a beat. "Soap. Trust me. Do it."

Had my adrenaline not been on overdrive, I might have given his ass a tongue lashing first, but Rory seemed to love the soap-slickened, triple finger fuck he was getting in the filthy steam. I finally turned him to face the wall, pulled his hips back, and kicked his legs apart, like I have done with women I've taken in this position. I could hear him under his breath grunting, "Fucking perfect."

I barely noticed that the shower curtain was open as I knelt and sucked lavishly on his balls, while my fingers pushed towards knuckles-deep to ready his ass for my now ravenous cock. We both froze suddenly, as we heard the patter of feet near the sinks, but Rory impatiently reached one arm back to open his ass cheeks and nodded the go-ahead. I was too ready to stop anyway and he fucking well knew it.

Rory's ass was one of the tightest small butts I'd seen on a guy, and when he was spread like that, with his beautiful glistening cock dripping with running water and steaming lust, all I wanted was to be buried balls deep inside of that taut little perfect pucker. I lathered up my shaft, applying some extra slippery soaping to my intruder's  mushroomed head, and nuzzled right up to his anal ring. Before the first push, I reached down and teased him, squeezing his balls and giving his shaft a royal stroking. Then, without warning, I grabbed his hips and popped my cockhead into his welcoming hole, and shoved my completely rigid shaft almost a third of the way in with one thrust.

Rory growled loudly as I righted my carnal equilibrium, registering that I was inside another man's ass for the first time, and it felt fucking amazing. I began to rock until we heard a voice call in "Are you okay in there?"

We held our collective breaths again, until Rory hollered out "Oh yeah, feeling great. This water feels amazing after a workout!!"

"Sure does..." was the fading reply, as the would-be voyeur left the locker room, but not before hearing Rory masking his ass-fucked grunts as showering bliss. There was something wonderfully vulgar and incredibly arousing about having a stranger hear our lewd sex noises as I was ramming my determined cock past halfway into Rory's stellar gripping bottom.

I noticed now and then, that Rory's face would turn to the outside as he took more and more of my cock inside of him. And he continued to let me know how much he was loving it with all of the virile sounds he made; the ones that also ramped up my man-fuck fever, At one point, just as I rocketed myself full length into his ass and rolled my hips on his rump, he growled, "Oh my fucking god yes, don't stop!!" And his look to the towels made me realize his phone was most likely on video mode.

I stopped and vise gripped his balls. "Are you video-ing this?"

"NO NO....! It's not video."

"What then?" and as pissed as I was in the moment, I could not stop rolling my hips and shoving my cock even deeper into his ass.

"I put it on private Face Time to Alice. I don't even know if she's there. I just know she would give her left nipple to be here watching us."

I pulled out of him, and walked out to look at his phone. There I stood naked, hard and dripping in the shower's hallway, my cock covered in soap and luscious ass. He was telling the truth about the Face Time, which suddenly felt like a very hot idea. And I decided in the moment to leave it on for her, knowing that the steam would mostly blot out any identities, should he ever dare to share this elsewhere.

I walked back in and rubbed my entire length on his ass crack, and quietly said "You and Alice owe me now."

Rory, still bent over and panting, said, "Anything you want, Rob. It's yours."

"I want you both for starters."

"Are you fucking kidding me? If you don't come over and join us, we'll kidnap you anyway."

"And what do you want, Rory? What shall we show your hot little wife?"

"Please just fuck me and finish!", he cried in a half-whimper.

There was something delicious about having one up on them both. I stepped back and smirked, 

"I wonder if she'd like to see this?" and I spanked his ass hard, then moved to his balls and cock. His body was arching and silently pleading to be fucked.

I pulled him up and swung him around to face me, then smiled at him. "Well, if we're going to give Alice a show, how about this?"

Without warning, I slid down, pushed my arms between his thighs and lifted him up off the shower floor, pinning him to the wet tiles as I spread him wider than he'd ever been. "Holy fuck" he gasped, having never been manhandled like this. 

"Shut up, I was a dancer, I know how. Now guide me in, babe. I want to show Alice how I like to fuck. Maybe she'll want some of this too".

As I pushed upward, re-filling Rory's hungry ass, he moaned, "Are you kidding, she'd fucking pay you for this!"

As I anchored my feet in the right stance, and lowered the suckling canal of Rory's anus around my near to bursting cock, my rhythms for a rise to explosion began, and I leaned forward and bit his nipples both, as I began to fuck him with ramrod savagery.

He was moaning and tugging at my hair and shoulders, losing himself in something that neither of us had ever done.

"Alice likes men kissing right??" I growled.  Rory nodded vigorously.

"Kiss me, my wall fuck boy!" and we dove into each other's faces with the same ferocity that my sperm was mounting for a fathoms deep release into his rear. The idea of his wife watching in real time fueled us both, and soon the fuse was lit, and my final trigger tripped. 

I leaned back and roared, with nary a thought to listeners or watchers, as I unloaded a gallon of pumpseed into this willing man, and our roaring groans soon matched in pace and heat and intensity.

As we both caught our breaths in the cooling waters, Rory kissed me once more and smiled. "You sure you've never done this?"

"With a woman only, Rory" I purred. "But now I can say I have tasted and mounted man." I took a studied pause. "And I fucking loved it."

I slid out from inside him, more because of holding his weight up, though I would have loved to stay buried in there for a brief eternity. We also agreed it was time to get out of the soon to be very cold water. As we stepped out, his cock was so swollen, I thought one touch could set him off. I put a soft hand around it and said, 

"Storing up for the winter??" His eyes rolling back was all he need say.

I whispered as I looked at his phone, "Looks like your battery died. Don't move."

I returned with my phone and clicked on the Vine app. 

"Let's just give Alice a tease. And you can tell your hot wife that she will have to bargain with me to see it.

Rory hissed a long "Fuck, Yessssss..."

He was so right on the edge, that it wasn't going to take much. I knelt right there outside the shower, wrapped my lips around his tender, overfilled shaft, and began to play with his cock, shallow to deep and back; licking the undervein, tasting the precum, then shoving my novice throat down on him as deep as I could. And every now and then I'd let the Vine app catch a snippet of filthy action.

When his hand met the back of my head, I knew he was about to erupt. I tightened my lips on him, in an effort to take as much as I could, and when he unloaded across my tongue, it seemed like it might go on for fucking ever. No doubt the Vine clips shook, but who the fuck cared at this point? I was being filled with Rory's still spurting seed and he was half crying, rocking into me and whispering my name like any female lover I'd just graced with a monstrous orgasm.

I finally stood up in front of him, and with my phone perched for the capture, I licked the circumference of his opened, panting mouth with a very gooey, cum-washed tongue tip. Then I intently bared my open, cum-filled mouth to the cam, just before shoving my creamed tongue deep into Rory's face.

I put the phone down and savored the last of our dirty kissing, just he and I, wrapped body to body. hands grappling asses, while our cocks nuzzled. It was one of the more scintillating, erotic moments I had experienced to date.

When we both could breathe again, Rory said, 

"Alice is going to be cumming all night from this, you know."

I reminded him, "She'll have to call me and beg for that last bit, just remember."

He laughed. "I LOVE IT!"

We kissed and shared his cum a little longer, and when another pair of feet stepped into the locker room, we silently nodded to each other it was time to go. He took my phone and punched his number into it. I whispered that I'd call him soon, and was looking forward to hearing back from both he and Alice.

We parted ways under suspicious eyes, but I couldn't help stopping him in the parking lot to kiss him once more, especially with my mouth still coated in his sex.

"More soon?" I asked

"Very!" he smiled, as he stroked my crotch once more.

Next day I got a text from Alice:

"Heard you have something for me. Will give ANYTHING to see it. Think about what you want."

I texted back. "Well I want you both, but..."

Her reply, "That's a done deal already. Think about what else. Then send me the Vine, pretty fucking please with a cum soaked cherry on top."

Then she texted a shot of her naked and straddling Rory's face, with her gorgeous, post-orgasm, sopping wet cunt smothering him.

I was drooling already, from my mouth and my cockhead, from the idea of having them both together. I shot her back a text that said I was thinking about what I wanted and would tell her when I saw her next. Then I sent her a link to the private page I had set up that housed the dirty Vine snippets I took of her husband and I.

Soon, came a brief series of texts to me, all from Alice's phone, within 20 minutes of the snippet sharing:

"Holy. Fucking. Fuck!!!!"

"Came twice to that already. More when Rory described it."

"Get your hot ass here Saturday night, Rob. Address to follow. We'll all be fucking each other until the cows come home. And trust me, there are no cows. - R & A"

 
 
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His name was Matthew, and was perhaps one of the last people I imagined doing anything this lewd with. An offbeat, good looking guy, about a dozen years my junior; smart, in shape, and a creative type like me. We were working together on a 2 month project, and with the commute, now and then we’d even carpool, since we lived in the same general area. But to each other, we were two straight males, so anything sexual never entered our sphere of contact. I’m not sure I was even imagining things in secret, since I never thought he bent that way.

Why did it happen finally? Well, I can thank my dear, far-away friend Kelli, a woman who lives for, cheers on and encourages adventures in bi sex, especially when two men are concerned, and even more so if she can be either right in the middle of them, or there for close-up viewing and masturbating. When I met her, my mind had already been somewhat opened to the MMF dance by two other women who shared their secret fantasies of having a full-on bi trio where the men engage in anything and everything. 

But Kelli, with her unique sexual views and her endlessly positive “no labels necessary - if you enjoy it,  just do it” attitude - well, she helped me turn the corner into deciding to stop holding back and go there for real when the moment was right. My deepest desire was for her to be in the room when I did. But that was not likely to happen, being that she was married and across a border.

Under her tutelage then, I began to write hot dirty bi sex stories, and even a few MM tales, where women were not present except in other parts of the men’s lives. And the more I wrote about it, the more I was ready for the real thing. I knew it would happen for me the day I sent her a note with the sincere promise that I would send her photoggraphs in action of the first cock I took and/or took me, and the first man ass I fucked. I’m not exactly sure why, but that unprovoked promise made it completely real for me. Perhaps because I was saying underneath that oath that, “I will do this, and you will have proof of how you helped make it happen.”

That is where Matthew comes in.

As much as I daydreamed and masturbated to lots of differing bi visions after a time, and began to write hot dirty manlove scenes in the first person, finding the right first guy seemed near impossible. It wasn’t a priority, but it was always whispering to me from the back of my mind. And I wasn’t into clubbing or trolling the internet for first dates. Then came the day when Matt happened to peer over  my shoulder while I was answering a note on my Tumblr App. He didn’t see much of anything, but he recognized the look of the App, since he had a page there as well. We clearly both kept them secret from our professional lives.

He leaned in quietly and said, “I hope you’re not using your real name on your page.” I just laughed aloud and said, “Noooo, nobody knows…not even you”.

The look on his face said that he had a similar secret. I added quietly, “I never look at this in public, except for messages.” He smirked back and said, “Uh huh”. That was the extent of the exchange. Looking back now, it was  rather ironic to think that the secret that opened the eventual door came from answering one of Kelli’s own messages to me in the rehearsal lounge. Perfection, really.

Matt and I car-shared the next day, and on the way home in the mass of traffic, the sporadic questions began. As he asked away, and I cautiously answered, I returned the curious fire in tandem. I admitted freely that I wrote lots of eloquent porn stories, some of which I’d do, others maybe not so much. I didn’t want to give away too much too soon. We exchanged Tumblr addresses by the end of the ride, and that dirty door creaked open a little further.

His Tumblr page was a perfect match for my tastes. Lots of gorgeous women of different ages and shapes, and just the right smattering of naked men, many who were deeply sexually engaged with each other. I’m sure in the back of my mind I was listing Matt as a possible, but I was always cautious about any sexual contact with people I work with… at least until the gig is over.  Things can get really messy at work. But if the drive is still there when the job is done, I go for it. For now, it was a back burner thing.

I got a text that night from him: “Fucking hot stories! Making me crazy. DAMN!!”

I was tempted to ask which one(s) got him off. I just knew something had. I let it go for now.

After a long work day and a quick beer, he said point blank, but gently “Can i ask you, are you bi, or curious, or…?”  I let the question hang in the air while I decided how much to reveal. I already knew him enough to know that this would stay between us. I decided on blatant honesty.  “In my head, I’m bi. In practice, not yet, but I’m sure it will happen. Just have to find the right…. situation, guy, couple…”.

I looked at him with a smile and asked, “You?”. In his usual joking manner, he answered,”I’ve petted a cockatoo.” We both laughed out loud and I bantered back. “A cockatoo, a cockateil, or a cock or two…or more?”. He again joked back, “Take your pick.” But the blush on his face told me that he’d had cock and who knows what else. To myself I thought, “Interesing-er and interesitng-er.”

The drive home told the tale. He’d had more to drink then I had, since I was driving, and I took a little advantage of his weary vulnerability. “So, you’ve sucked, fucked, given, taken?”

In a moment of honesty, he softly said, “I’ve tried a little of everything. I love women but…” and he let that trail off.

I answered simply, “I understand.”

He surprised me then with, “So this photo shoot, the one you mentioned wanting to do in that recent post - will be your first? Cock, that is?” (I’d forgotten that was out there to be seen)

We were suddenly in truth or dare mode without saying. “Yes.” I answered matter of fact-ly.

"Gonna have auditions?" he queried playfully.

"Excellent idea, Matt! After all, I do need to see the body, the cock, and of course, the willingness to let me call the shots, both photographic and otherwise, at least for this exercise. And affidavits of good health are always a plus."

We laughed. And the truth under the jokes hung in the air with the crackling silence that led right to his door. I wouldn’t see him the next day as it was our day off from the project week. I had some decisions brewing in my head about whether to pursue this or not with him. I was leaning towards doing so, but wasn’t sure about the timing. Matthew solved that for me the next night.

I got another text. “I’m an idiot. I left my script in your car. Can I pick it up, or will you be around for me to get it from you somewhere?”

Part of me thought, “He did this on purpose.” But I kinda liked that idea. 

I had to be near his house around the time he was coming home from a coffee date with a new girl. “Text me when you’re home, I’ll drop by. There will be a fee. ;)”

Part of me wanted to see how he lived. Might tell me more about this guy.

He met me at the door in jeans and a tee, right out of the shower, still toweling his head. I laughed…

"You had sex with her already over coffee?"

"I wish", he answered. "She’s gorgeous, but she wears way too much perfume and it was all over me from just one hug and a kiss. I smelled like a French whore."

"Oh so you’ve been with some?"

"Not enough."

The sense of humor is always such a  plus.

Once more, I was suddenly blunt. “You left this in my car on purpose.”

He went red. I added, “Thought so.”

The long silent paused was deafening.

He cleared his throat, and half whispered, “I want to audition. For your… first… shoot.”

There was something so intensely but quietly sexual in his reading of “first…shoot”. It would be. In so many ways.

"You sure you’re up for that?" He nodded vigorously. "And clearly you prefer an impromptu private audition, and were hoping for….tonight?"

"Or whenever…" he said sheepishly. He clearly wanted it. Now.

"Why?", I asked boldly, as any casting person might ask.

"I want to be your first. In your pictures. I want to see your friend Kelli’s reaction. I want pics like that too. And… I like you. Be nice to… yanno… connect… in another…ummm, way."

"Wanna call your coffee date over to watch?" That made him laugh, and broke the tension for us both.

"Not this time thanks. Maybe later, once her perfume wears off."

I let another long waft of electric seconds pass, then I said, with a certain command,

"Run a brush though your hair.  You’ve got your audition. In five minutes."

THE AUDITION

I pulled a chair from the kitchen into the living room, and set it up as if I were a director of a film. Matt had a somewhat bare wall in a subtle color, and I thought it might make the perfect backdrop. Part of me couldn’t believe I was doing this (with a guy anyway), while another part of me was praying that this would go exactly where I wanted it to go… all the fucking way.

It suddenly struck me as I waited for him to return that I’d needed to taste this new bisexual adventure for some time now, and here it was, being offered freely. The troubling part was that we were working together.  I might have to make some rules there. but this was already too far along and it was too perfect a set-up to walk away from at this point.

He came back into the room, looking a little shy all of a sudden, but eager as well. “In front of this wall, please, but away from it a bit.”

He took direction well.

I circled him slowly and reminded him what he was auditioning for. The first wave of photos would be about a blowjob, maybe even  one each way. I would show minimal recognizable face, but definitely mouths and swallowed cock and running cum at the very least. If all went well, there would likely be other activities and maybe other sessions.

I pulled my phone out and with the recorder App and we taped a mutual agreement that none of these photos would be posted online and that my friend Kelli would be the keeper of the originals. I kept this all very proper and professional sounding to take our minds way from the heat that was clearly building between us. I added one little detail, “By the way, this audition may include some touching, okay?” He nodded his assent, but I could almost hear him thinking “I hope so.”

I stepped back and said plainly, “Off with your jeans and anything under them, please. I need to see the goods.”

There was only a moment’s hesitation, then he did was asked. I drank in the sight and quietly thought, “Yes, perfect.”

He had a beautiful cock, a good size, not too much or too little hair around it, cut like mine, and though it was mostly flaccid, I could see that it was already swelling. I walked behind him and saw a very delicious bit of hot man-ass there, and I cupped my hands on it and told him so. “I’ll bet men and women love your ass, and want to fuck it, don’t they.”

"Mostly men", he said. "Never had a woman say that." I laughed.

"If you ever meet Kelli, she’d pay you to bend over and take one of her strap-on girlcocks. That is one hot fuckable ass, Matthew." He blushed and couldn’t speak for a minute or three.

I walked to his front and cupped my hand on his half-risen shaft. “This is very nice too, by the way. It’s really perfect for what I want to do.” I let that statement simmer in the air as I barely moved my hand so I could feel his cock rise on its own right into my palm.

I stepped back and sat. “I need to see it fully hard too. It’s important.” He looked bewildered. I smiled and said, “You know how…just lean back on the wall and play.”

There was something so arousing about watching him give into the situation, and begin to stroke himself towards a pleasure lift-off, with me ogling his every move and reaction. I lowered the level of my voice to just above a whisper, and read him a sensual list of the specific kinds of photos I would be taking, and might ask him to help with. As I described each one, I could see his cock jump with each visual, and tears of pre-cum slip from its head’s slit. Part of me wanted to watch him just stroke himself until he came all over himself, so I could lick it all up off of his skin. That’s when I knew I just had to fucking dive in and stop playing with my new found toy like this.

"You okay if I take some test shots?" He nodded his agreement.

I took a couple of quick pictures of his risen meat, and of him playing with it. Then I asked him to face the wall, lean forward and spread his legs while playing. I took a couple of pics of him stroking from between his spread muscular ass and thighs. Those photos were so fucking hot! That ass arching and flexing with every dirty move, his cockhead glistening. Again, my own dick was at near full mast in my jeans, and all it wanted was to plant itself deep in that beautiful man-hoie winking at me. In my head, I’d already decided, pics or no pics, I was fucking this boy. Tonight.

I rose from my seat, told him to face me and I came in close. “One more question: Do you like to kiss men?” He nodded ‘yes’ convincingly. I smiled deeply, then showed him the “test” pics for his approval. I cropped one or two quickly as he watched half naked, and said, “How about we get Kelli’s approval if she’s around.”

He sheepishly answered, “Okay.”

I sent her a few shots, then turned back to him. “Well, as you know, I haven’t auditioned anyone else for this role…”. I made him wait for it. “But I would say, you are pretty perfect for the job. Let’s see if we hear back from the instigator.”

And like magic, her text popped right in. “HOLY FUCK! God yes, he’s fucking gorgeous. You better! Damn, where’s my Star Trek transporter? I SO fucking want to be there!!”

I showed Matthew, as I touched his beautiful hard cock, and whispered, “Looks like you’re in… if you want the job.”

"I do!" he jumped in eagerly. I leaned in and sealed the deal with a slow deepening kiss. When we finished, I eased back and smiled. "Very nice indeed."

He was completely startled when I stepped away and said, “So… when would you like to do the actual shoot?”, as I picked up a few things like I was leaving. His mouth was hanging open, his gorgeous cock was dripping, and I started laughing. “Of course, we need to rehearse for it… tonight!” 

His terror vanished as I walked towards him peeling off my shirt then his. I took a finger full of his slippery pre-cum and painted his lips with it, then pressed him to the wall to lick it off with some heated kissing. In between our mouth-to-mouth bouts, I said, “Yes, fucking perfect, you are. It’s gonna get awkward at work, so well have to talk about that… later.” He just kissed back harder.

I pulled back with a smile and said, “Let’s send Kelli a few teasers, then we’ll get to the important stuff.”

I took a shot of us kissing close-up, one with tongues showing, one looking down at his hand undoing my jeans as his erect cock rubbed at them. I kissed my way downward, and then took one more picture of my lips puckering and kissing the tip of his wet dick. And then i couldn’t resist snapping an image of my own lips smeared with his precum to add to the taunting mix.

I popped them into one email, and wrote swiftly. “Here is where we are starting. The rest are cumming… after we do.”

Her text rang back in no time. “HOLY SHIT!! I think I need to go and fist-fuck myself now… if only I could!”

I showed Matt her text, kissed his cockhead once more, and said, “Don’t go anywhere.”

THE FIRST SHOOT

I got up, dragged the chair next to where we were at the wall, placed my phone on it and set the App for multiple pics and set the viewer screen to face me. I wrapped my fist around his aching cock, and whispered, “It’s just us now. Remember, this is about documenting firsts. I may take you to the edge a number of times, but you don’t cum until I let you know it’s okay. Got it?”  He just shook his head. He was on board for anything.

I knelt down, since the blowjob was the initial idea for this whole shebang, and I decided to savor every second and snap the pics when I could remember to do so. First and foremost, this was my playtime to explore and devour, and to tease Matthew to the nth fucking degree, until he melted right into my mouth.

I had him lean back on the wall to steady himself, as I lifted his cock and took one ball at a time into my mouth to suckle. His pre-cum was now sliding over my thumb, and it inspired me to start stroking him slowly. I could feel his legs begin to vibrate suddenly and I heard him begin a soft steady moan above me as I played. 

I snuck a quick pic of the ball sucking without stopping, then I ran my tongue up the underside of his shaft and got that shot in multi’s too. I put the phone down and intently wrapped my lips about his whole cockhead and licked away at his slit. I saw him clawing his own hips, knowing that he really wanted to fist my hair in that moment and yank me in deep. I began to toy with depths when I was ready, paying attention to his every nuanced reaction - staying shallow, then pushing in deep and deeper still. I was testing my own throat’s resolve for how much of him I could take in. And of course, no matter how much of him I swallowed, he rocked in even deeper with every move.

I pulled off of him suddenly when I felt him shivering that familiar vibration of “I’m almost cumming”, a place I know too well. it startled him again. I looked up and said “Ah ah ah… not yet. Picture time.”, and I kissed the head of his now glistening, purpled member. I was reminding myself of the task at hand as well, since taking him to the edge and back and savoring the taste and the feel of controlling his fever from below… well, it had my mind spinning and my cock leaking like a needy faucet. There was a puddle on the hardwood floor beneath me of my own pre-cum. I was loving this topping from the bottom thing already.

I set to taking pics of my lips wrapped about his shaft, at varying depths, one that felt nearly balls deep. I told him to put his hands in my hair and push me in, then I handed him the phone to shoot from above, a few of me looking up and then smearing his cock around my lips. “That one, I thought, “will need serious cropping. No face, remember?”

I had him drop the phone onto the chair again, then said, “Time for those finishing touches…”. And I proceeded to forget the camera, and set my concentration to sensing his place on the precipice, and keeping him teetering there, without falling over, again and again. I would look up to see him hanging on by a thread, then savor him looking down at me with those begging “please let me cum” eyes.

Finally, I popped off of his fully loaded dick, and said softly, “Cum for me now, Matthew. Cum as hard as you need. Fill me the fuck up.”

His eyes rolled back before I even re-engaged with him, and when I did, I began pumping his length and bobbing my head deeper and deeper. I started a low hum, like I do with women when I go down on them, and i think that is what finally tripped him into his monstrously explosive orbit.

I felt his hands vise-grip my curls, his entire body shook, and I felt those familiar twitches along his entire shaft, and those pre-spurting jerks hit, just before the first wave of cumwash thundered into my face. I tried to take him deep as he dumped cannon-loads of gushing seed across my tongue and into my throat. I had to back off and quickly, lest I lose my lips’ grip on his cock, while his hips kept shoving forward, looking to bury themselves deep within me. I squeezed his balls and slid my wrapped fingers up and down on his shaft to get the entire storehouse of his wicked lust into my cheeks, and I could feel it leaking from the sides of my mouth. The feel of that, for some reason, almost made me cum, just from the filthy idea of it alone.

I swallowed a few big gulps of his sticky waves to leave room for the incoming flood. I wanted a huge mouthful for the final shots. And when his spasms eased up, I reached down for my jeans on the floor to wipe my slathered hands before grabbing the phone again. I looked up at him to make sure he was watching. I eased off to the very tip of his cock , then I let myself smile with his phallic tip still in my grip, and a river of cum cascaded out of my loosened lips , and washed downward under the umbrella of  his mushroomed head. That was a shot I wanted most, and I let the auto cam snap away, capturing the ongoing cumfall in its seemingly endless streams.

I took one shot of my messy face before rising, then I stood and leaned into Matthew, smeared some of the mess onto his face and bade him kiss me. We traded mouthfuls of his blasted seed, and after I caught one or two pics of that exchange, I was done with the camera…for now.

We both slid down the wall and rocked against each other as we cleaned the other up with our tongues, wherever the errant seed had fallen.

"Well done, Matthew. You’re fucking hired. When shall we do it for real?"

"Whenever you say…."

"Good answer" , I smirked. "Soooo, how do you feel about rehearsing the second shoot. You know, the one where I take your perfect ass for a deep, hard ride."

His eyes fluttered. He wanted it now.

"You catch your breath, and we’ll choose a pic to send to Kelli now, shall we? She doesn’t know about the second shoot yet."

We sorted through the pics quickly, and Matt and I picked two to send her. The first was a cum cascade pic with his cockhead against my lips. The other was one of our cum-swapping kisses afterward.

I added this note for Kelli. “First shoot: a huge success. I’m staying for part 2: Riding his gorgeous ass into heaven…”

Her return note read “FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK. Who needs sleep anyway? Just take one of you balls deep in him. I’ll give you anything!”

I wrote back “Deal.”

Then Matthew and I tugged one another into his bedroom, and all I could think of were Kelli’s words “Who needs sleep anyway?” 

I had absolutely no desire to stop what I was doing, pics or no.  if I had my way now, which I knew I would, Matt and I were about to fuck each other every which way until the dawn.

 

The Lake - Part 1

08/25/2014

 
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As Rob’s fist found its way into his friend Jake’s thick hair, and his rigid cockmeat pulsed against his buddy’s soft lips and slippery tongue, he had that moment of disbelief that suddenly flashes when you dare to step into something you never imagined you’d want. He cased the perimeter for privacy, as his mind raced to comprehend his own choice. But as he looked down again, he could see Jake patiently grinning up at him with a mouthful of fever-thickened cock, giving Rob the freedom of this questioning moment at hand. Nothing was spoken, but in that millisecond, Rob tossed his doubts to the shameless winds, and surrendered to the scintillating feeling that was emanating from his half-swallowed shaft, as it rocketed a heady, lewd rush throughout his entire being. His fingers locked into Jake’s curls, and a slow motion hip-rocking began out of pure orgasmic instinct. If Jake hadn’t had his face full of sliding man meat, he would have hissed a long “Yeesssss”.

As Rob looked down on the lusciously vulgar display he was headlining, he discovered a new lascivious flavor of arousal. He had certainly had some stellar females on their knees to swallow his long cock and jettisoned seed, but with them, there was always that unspoken awareness of their more delicate physical nature, so he would often hold back the more savage fury with most. There was something intrinsically unbridled in having a sturdy male opening willfully for his pleasure, and it whispered to his libido, “Time to let it ALL loose…no holding back!”

So, when Rob began to really force-feed his mushroomed head near-past Jake’s vibrating larynx, he could feel the growl of lustful hunger for more echo back through his obscene bones. He could also feel Jake’s fingers digging into his asshole and pulling him in even further, as the fire between them ramped up to a place that Rob had yet to experience. He slammed onward relentlessly, and in a mad moment of bestial face-fucking, he nearly toppled Jake onto his back, save for the sturdy tree behind his sucking mate, and this stumble created their first panting break in the carnal action.

"You okay?" Rob asked through his labored breathing.

"Oh, yeah." was Jake’s wickedly happy reply. 

Rob looked down to see Jake’s gorgeous cock seeping pre-cum like a weeping volcano, showing Jake clearly being in heaven over their al fresco mouth-to-cock coupling. Something about that visual made Rob kneel in close and stroke Jake as their eyes locked.

"Fuck, you are soaked." Rob had often used those  words with women, and in that remembrance, he did exactly what he did with the girls. He took his hand glistening with Jake’s precum, smeared it across his friend’s still parted mouth, then leaned in and kissed him hard. Jake’s heat index soared from the sensuous assault, and in no time the men had their cocks locked to and sliding against one another through a two-fisted tunnel, until Jake broke it with a desperate, hoarsely whispered plea.

"Fuck me, Rob, please. My throat, my ass, I don’t care. Just take me and fill me. I want to feel you explode inside of me. I want to make you cum like you never have before."

Rob’s mind was already there, running ahead, already calculating what he most wanted. There was a hovering pause, then Rob yanked both himself and Jake to their feet, turned his prey to face the tree and bent Jake over, unfolding and steadying his stance like a portable card table. Jake obviously wanted Rob to rule this moment, and Rob greedily took the reins.

"Grab some trunk and spread ‘em, fuck boy", Rob smirked, which Jake had nearly done before the end of Rob’s sentence.

There was this lush, willing, pretty asshole staring at Rob through the lilting breeze, dilating and clamping shut in a “please force me open, I dare you” rhythm. Those muscular cheeks formed a perfect cleft that Rob began riding in a long tease as his mind wrapped around the one thing he realized that they were missing.

"What about lube, Jake?"

"Spit works. Do it. Give me your cock first."

Jake reached back, pulled Rob forward so he could christen the invader with his own spit. And while he did, Rob reached down again for the glycerine’d precum hanging from Jake’s cock tip, and smeared that first into the purring, dirty hole he was about to breach.  Rob stepped back to his perch, leaned over, and spit and licked and fingered and pre-cum-slicked Jake’s taunting anal ring, until it yawned open as if it could form the word, “Now!”.

Jake’s hold on the tree tightened as Rob’s fully swollen head nuzzled right into the target’s thrust point. Rob held there for a moment, prompting Jake to push back to incite the ride.

Rob had a wicked, Dom sort of moment, as he quietly but intently said, “Beg me. Tell me what you want, what you need, Jake.”

"Fuck!", Jake moaned. Somehow, Rob knew exactly how to set this off right, and Jake pleaded earnestly. "Fuck me, Rob please. Bury your balls in my ass and leave a bucket or three of cum there. Pretty fucking please!!"

Rob smirked to himself, and whispered back, “I thought you’d never ask.”

In the next nanosecond, Rob locked his grip to Jake’s widespread hips, and shoved himself as far inward as the spit lube would allow him on first thrust, and in that moment, both men let out raw moans that shook the lake shore’s serenity. Rob reached under Jake again for more pre-cum to lube his shaft with, then returned to the mounting forced-peg-in-hoie match, that both bodies were now straining to accomplish.

Once again, Rob felt no need to hold back on his ferocity with such a virile form as his receptacle, so he rammed his meat into the tight, close, humid heat of Jake’s enveloping ass canal like a drill spike pole-driving to reach the earth’s core. The men were both soon growling obscenities, slamming against one another, neither one holding an ounce of sexual savagery back. The tree was shaking and any denizen of the branches had long since flown off, or jumped away from the fury of the quake below.

When Rob hit balls deep inside of Jake’s acquiescent asshole the first time, he had to stop from the incredibly vibrant, razor-edged sensory arousal on his entire organ, from tip to balls to base, even back to his own tingling asshole. Both men needed a breather actually, though the fucking was far from done. Rob leaned forward, kissing and nipping at Jake’s back, unconsciously reaching for Jake’s slippery rock hard cock, which he stroked lovingly as he panted his words.

"This. Is sooooo. Fucking. Good." Then came a long pause where Rob was about to ask something that Jake could sense already.

"Don’t label it, Rob. it’s just you and I enjoying something new together. We can do this again. or not."

Rob laughed. “Yeah, like ‘not’ is a fucking possibility.”  Both men laughed.

"You still like girls right? Jake asked. "Fuck, yes." Rob answered.

"Well, there ya go. Don’t label it. Just fuck me and enjoy it. And invite a girl next time to join us if you want."

Rob began to rock gently into Jake’s ass, while finessing more long, taunting strokes along Jake’s cock-length.

"You know what I want, Jake?"

"What?"

"I want you to tell me when you’re about to cum. I want us to cum together if we can. But I’m going to make you cum from this ass-fucking, and from whatever hand job I can muster. When you cum, I’m going to make sure it’s all over your own face.’

Jake muttered “Oh, Jeeessuuss” under his breath, just as Rob started pummel-fucking his ass into the tree bark again. As the pounding ramped up ever further, and the woodland creatures scattered from the rabid sounds being echoed through the rippling air, Rob was ramrodding his cock’s full length into Jake’s split bottom harder than he’d ever fucked anyone anywhere before, and somehow still managing now and then to reach down and stroke Jake towards his own spurting peak.

Rob was buried deep in Jake’s ass, shoving forcefully inward and pulling out as far as he could without losing entry, as he leaned his long torso over the trembling Jake and grunted, “It’s time, Jake. You gonna cum for me?”

"Fuck yes!" Jake yelled, "Do it! Cum inside me! Pleeeease" Those were all the syllables he could manage.

Rob fought to hang onto Jake’s cock as he made his final slams into that luscious dark hole, heading for his own cum-dumping orgasm. When his trigger finally tripped, Rob roared with abandon into the stratosphere, and the rutting, spasm’d motions of Rob’s eruption took Jake right to the edge of his own precipice, wondering what would push him over.

As Rob’s seemingly endless cumwash emptied from his exploding body inside of Jake’s breached chasm, Rob began to fold over Jake again, as if to curl in and plumb for even more depth. As he did, he began a fast and furious pumping motion on Jake’s cock with his strong, supple hand, and in no time he could feel Jake’s orgasm hover, tremble, then fly.

As Rob continued to sully the depths of Jake’s ridden rump, he fought to stay conscious enough for perfect aim. And to be certain the deed hit the target, he used one hand to press Jake’s face downward to his chest, so he would be in the path of his own spattered lust.

Both men rolled and roared through peaks and valleys and aftershocks and sopping spoils’ spillage. Then their legs eventually gave way, and they found themselves in a pile of leaves and grass against the tree trunk, still rocking, softly moaning, neither of them wanting to stop moving or fucking. Ever.

For awhile, there was nothing but gasping and panting and filthy sated sounds coming from the pair in the pile, with Rob’s cock still pulsing inside of Jake’s soaked innards.

"Jesus, Rob, you fuck like a champion. You can do me anytime you like."

"Your ass, Jake. Nice fucking hot place to burrow into. Fuck!"

There was a long pause as both men let the sounds of the woods fill the crackle of silence between them.

Jake spoke first. “How about a dip in the lake to wash off our delicious dirty sins.”

"Perfect" replied Rob as he began to wriggle out of the tight little rear hole of Jake’s he was buried in.

As the two uncoupled, it was the first face to face they’d had in the aftermath. There was another awkward silence, then Jake said, “You okay?”

"Yeah"

"Don’t worry, we’re not boyfriends now." Both of them laughed. "But we can play like this whenever you and I get the urge."

"Deal." Rob said with a smile, silently whispering to himself that he might have to fuck Jake’s ass again before they left this very day. Once wasn’t going to be enough for something this good. Not today.

Rob laughed suddenly in the tenuousness of the moment. “You should see yourself, you’re a fucking mess”. He brushed the cum stuck leaves and dirt from Jake’s face and found one patch of unsullied cream and licked it off before kissing Jake again. It seemed to seal the secret pact.

"Mmmmm, you taste good." Rob said. "I’ll have to try sucking your cock some time."

"You’d better." Jake laughed. Then he looked down at Rob’s beautiful cock, covered in ass and cum. He pushed Rob backwards and leaned down for a long taste. Before he devoured the dipped shaft, he looked up at Rob and said, "We can’t leave all the good stuff in the lake."

Rob wondered if they would make it into the lake as Jake savored him over and over through the cocky clean up.

Then, as he moved up to share a soiled kiss, Jake gently added, “I really want to fuck your ass too sometime, Rob. If you’re up for it.”

Rob felt a renewed warmth, remembering some hot pegging he’d tried with a recent girlfriend. He pulled Jake into his face, and both men’s cocks found each other again like true rutting north.

"Yeah. I’m up for it. Had some girlcock there. It was great. I especially loved watching her get off on fucking me too, sooo…. maybe, face to face first time? I wanna watch you fuck me."

Jake was viscerally and visibly aroused in an instant with that thought.

Rob added quietly, “Always wondered what it would feel like to have the cock spurt inside me. Maybe after a dip. On the rock. If we’re still alone.”

The men sealed that idea with one more dirty kiss, then wandered off to rinse off their first feral coupling in the still of the lake. Just as they reached the water, Rob grabbed a handful of Jake’s flexed butt, and said,”I don’t know, Jake. Your ass may be addictive.”

Jake laughed and as he prepped to dive in, he echoed back, “I was kinda counting on that!”

To Be Continued….?