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The Package

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With every step my cock grew harder. I was headed over to my neighbor’s to drop off a package that had been delivered to my house by mistake. It was a large heavy package. I had been so curious to open it, but, of course, resisted the urge. I didn’t know why I was so curious. I guess it was because my next-door neighbor was not your typical next-door neighbor. He wasn’t exactly the drop dead gorgeous type you always heard people fall for. He wasn’t that type of guy. No, he was an older gentleman, very quiet, and mysterious. He hardly ever talked to anyone in the neighborhood, no one knew much about him. All I knew was that he was very well kept for a man in his fifties. I had to admit whenever he jogged past me in his running shorts, his shirt slung over his shoulder, it always stirred something in my groin, it added to my curiosity. I didn’t really know why that happened, all I knew was that I always kept an eye out for him, and soon he would be right in front of me.

As I rung the bell my heart raced, with sweaty palms I waited for the door to open. I was just about to turn around and leave the package on the porch when the door opened, and there he stood his chest glistening with sweat and just wearing boxers.

“Sorry, I just got in from a run and was getting ready for the shower,” he said.

He looked amused, but I didn’t know why. I stood there frozen. It was several minutes before I could compose myself.

“Hi…I’m your next door neighbor. I have a package for you.” I said confused at his amused expression.

“I see that, and it looks like quite a package.” His eyes went down to my groin.

The blood drained from my face as I realized I had more than one package on display. I just stood there hard as a rock, package in hand. He took a step toward me, but instead of taking the package from my hands, he put his large hand on my throbbing erection. His strong fingers worked my shaft through my basketball shorts. It was all I could do not to drop the package on the floor. I had never felt a mans hand on my groin, it had me harder than I could have imagined.

“Would you like to come in?” he asked.

I opened my mouth to answer, but all I could do was shake my head yes in response. Still grinning from ear to ear he took the package from my hands as I stepped inside.

“I was just about to take a shower, follow me.”

I couldn’t believe what was happening, I was totally helpless as I followed him into his bathroom.

Once inside, he closed and locked the door behind him, then turned to face me. I was still in a bit of a shock. With a smile he placed his hand on his hips and pulled down his boxers. There he stood in front of me, completely in the buff. He had a very nice dick, not much different from my own, only a little bit thicker. He took my hand in his and placed it on his hardness. It was the most erotic feeling having another man’s dick in my hand. As I stroked it a clear liquid oozed from the tip. I took some on my finger and put it to my lips. It was salty; I had never really seen pre cum much less tasted it.

Working his hardness felt so good and he was getting so much pleasure from my hand, but I wanted to know more. I wanted to taste it. Before I could back out I got on my knees, closed my eyes and opened my mouth. He guided his shaft between my lips. I could feel every inch of it sliding into my throat. It wasn’t extremely big, but it was big enough that his mushroom shaped head hit the back of my throat causing me to gag and choke a little. It took me a second to get adjusted, but once I did I closed my mouth on it, wrapping my lips tightly around the base of his hardness. With my tongue I worked his shaft, I had seen plenty of porn movies to know what you were supposed to do, but I was still not completely sure of what I was doing.

I started sucking on him, licking it from root to tip, like they did in the movies. His moans grew louder in approval, so I kept sucking. He ran his finge…

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Happy Eighteenth

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Walking the streets at night with no destination was hardly how I thought I would be spending my eighteenth birthday. I just never expected my dad would react by kicking me out of the house. It couldn’t have been that much of a shock finding out I was gay. I’m not exactly the poster boy for masculinity. I know he had to wonder, but I guess as long as I didn’t confirm it there was still hope.

What sucked most about this whole ordeal was that I barely escaped with nothing more than a handful of clothes and personal belongings. I wasn’t even allowed to get my car. He just threw me a twenty-dollar bill and told me to take a cab straight to hell. I was too angry to cry; besides I wouldn’t have given him the satisfaction.

I walked in no particular direction, avoiding contact with whoever passed by. All together I had two hundred dollars that I had to make last until I could find a job. I pulled my jacket tighter around me as a gust of wind shot through my body. I needed to find a place to get out of this cold even if it was just for a little while.

The Hilton was the first building I saw where I could go in and sit without being noticed. Inside the lobby was full of people. I shifted my duffel bag from one hand to the other and made my way to the only empty couch. If I were lucky I would just blend in as another guest waiting to check in or out. Damn, what I wouldn’t give for a place to lay down for a while, I thought to myself.

A man in an expensive looking suit sat across from me. I tried not to notice him, but it was hard when he wouldn’t take his eyes off me. I tried to be discreet about returning his glance. I didn’t want to appear suspicious. As I looked up at him he caught my eye and smiled. Quickly I looked away. I couldn’t help but notice how good-looking he was. He looked to be a man in his early forties with gray hair, which really added to his appeal. It suited him. He had piercing blue eyes and a smile that instantly stirred something in my pants.

We played the stare game for several minutes. There was nothing I wanted more than for him to come up to me. I wouldn’t dare go up to him I didn’t have the courage to do that. When he finally made his move my heart began to race the closer he got to me.

“Hi there,” he said to me, “mind if I sit down?”

Too scared and nervous to say anything I simply shook my head no and moved over to make room.

“I couldn’t help but notice you,” he said. “You’re a stunning young man. Are you staying here alone?”

“Well…” I paused. “Actually I’m just passing by.” I said quickly getting to my feet.

“Please don’t leave.” He placed his hand on my arm. “I hope I wasn’t too forward coming over and all. I just couldn’t resist.”

The touch of his hand burned right through me. It paralyzed me. “No, don’t worry about it.” I smiled, “you weren’t being forward at all. I’m glad you came over.”

It was his turn to be shy, adverting my eyes. I sat back down and we started talking. Our conversation balanced between playful and sexual. I really didn’t want to tell him the truth and I didn’t really get the impression that he cared all that much about it. Every opportunity he got he slid a little closer to me, until we were practically on top of each other. Before I knew what was going on his hand was on my thigh and he moved in for the kill.

It was like slow motion for me. I could see his face get closer and closer to me. I could feel his breath against my skin. I parted my lips and closed my eyes as his lips brushed against mine. It was such a light gesture. I wasn’t sure if I felt it or imagined it. I started to pull away but his lips again pressed against my own. I felt his tongue press against my lips and then slide in my mouth. I returned his kiss, mimicking what he did. His arms wrapped around me and pulled me towards him. His scent filled me to the core and at that moment there was nothing I wanted more than to give myself to him.

“Would you like to come upstairs to my room?” He said as he pulled away.

I couldn’t help but notice the glances from the hotel guests. It made me blush and accept his offer to continue in a more private place.

The ride to the elevator was filled with more heavy kissing and petting. I was on a high. I slipped my hand inside his jeans taking a hold of his throbbing monster. He was oozing pre cum like crazy. I used it to lube him up, getting him nice and slick before cupping his hairy balls. I gave them…

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Something In The Air

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There is nothing like a brisk fall night, I thought to myself as I stepped out of the subway stop and onto the busy Manhattan street. It was nights like these that always brought out my animalistic urges, my need for carnal contact. I shifted my semi hard cock through my tight Levi’s and pushed my way through the crowd.

The closer I got to my destination the harder I got. I could just feel the pre cum oozing onto the front of my jeans. I really should have worn underwear, but on nights like these there was nothing I loved more than feeling the rough jean material rubbing against my sensitive prick.

The closer I got the more I sped up. It was all I could do not to break into a run the minute I saw the park in sight. It was a good thing the subway station was only a few blocks from Central Park. I would have gotten off at a closer stop, but that station was usually crawling with cops looking for suspicious pervs, like myself, especially on cool nights like these.

When I got into the actual park I slowed down my pace. I didn’t want to attract too much attention, especially from the wrong people. As I neared my favorite spot I took in a deep breath. Ah, you could almost smell the cock in the air. I approached my usual bench in front of the public washrooms and took a seat. Now the fun of waiting began.

I sat down on the bench and spread my legs just far enough that my hard on was visible to those who might be interested. I waited around for a few minutes, trying not to look around too much. An older heavyset man sat down next to me. His eyes went directly to my bulge. I looked at him as he licked his lips. He wanted this cock, I knew it, but I looked away and closed my legs. He was not my type at all. He shifted closer to me and I shifted away, a clear sign that I was not interested.

“Cock tease,” I heard him mumble as he got up and walked away. Mumble whatever you want buddy you’re still not getting any of this, I thought.

A few more minutes passed after the old man left when a very skinny very tall transvestite walked by me. Before she got too far she turned around and walked by again. She did this a couple of times, but I never paid her any attention. After a few more passes she took a seat next to me.

“Hey papi,” she said in a seductive tone.

I kept looking the other way not saying a word.

“Hey you! Chico, I’m talking to you,” she said moving closer to me.

“Hi there.” I answered.

“You looking for some fun papi?” She asked.

I looked at her for a minute. Did she actually think a guy like me would mess around with a crack whore like her? Please, if I wanted a woman I would get the real thing and not some lame imitation.

“Umm no thanks,” I said looking her up and down.

“Fucking pinga!” she spat and left in a huff.

I looked at my watch, it was only thirty past midnight. The night was still young, I just hoped someone would come by soon. My cock was in desperate need of some attention. Thirty more minutes went by with no prospects. I sighed in frustration when suddenly I saw a very good-looking Puerto Rican walk my way. He was short with a tight muscular body. A large praying hands tattoo adorned his left bicep. I spread my legs open and placed my hand on my thigh. He smiled and walked past me into the restroom.

I gave him a minute so that I didn’t come off as too eager and then made my way inside. The restroom reeked of stale piss. It was such a familiar smell. I got behind the urinal next to him and let my cock out. Casually I tipped my head to the side, I could see he had a large one. My mouth watered just thinking about it. He looked at me as he shook it in his hand. I smiled and took a step back to show him what I was packing. He put his snake back in his pants and zipped up.

“Sup man?” was all he said as he walked past me and out the door.

I couldn’t believe he was actually here just to take a piss. Didn’t he know what kind of place this was? I gave my hardness a squeeze before shoving it back into my jeans. Maybe tonight was not my night I thought as I left the dirty washroom and sat back down on my bench.

Another thirty minutes went by with no one in sight. If I didn’t see anyone by one I was out of here. A couple more guys walked by but no one caught my attention. From far away I could see a tall muscular man approach. The closer he got the hotter I got. Could he be the one? I hoped.

When he was in plain view I realized it was a cop. I tried to play it cool, crossing one leg over the other. Just take a deep breath and relax, I thought. After all, the park is a free place, just because you’re sitting here hard doesn’t mean you’re up to something.

He stopped in front of me and asked, “Hey buddy what are you doing here?”

“Just taking in some fresh air,” I said. “I just got …

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New Light

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The ringing of the bell told me another grueling day was over. If exams weren’t around the corner I probably would have skipped classes all together and just hibernated in my dorm room, but alas that was a luxury I couldn’t afford today. I just didn’t know what was wrong with me anymore. Ever since Brandon and I had broken up I’ve just been in a funk, nothing was the same.

Once class was over I made the long trip back to the dorms. But first I made a quick stop at the cafeteria so I could pick up a salad. I probably wouldn’t eat it, but I got it just in case.

“Hey Feldman,” came a voice from behind.

I looked around, but didn’t recognize anyone. I turned to leave when a scrawny but cute guy came up to me.

“Hey, Feldman right? It’s Andy,” I struggled to place him but my mind drew a blank. He noticed and graciously helped me fill in the blank “I’m Brandon’s friend we met that one time at the ski resort,” his face seemed hopeful that I would remember him.

I still couldn’t place him, but to make things less awkward I played along, “Yeah hey sorry of course Andy.” His face lit up and I felt so bad that I still couldn’t remember who he was, but hopefully it would come to me. “It’s Mark, you can call me Mark, Brandon was the only one who called me Feldman and we’re no longer together.”

It might have just been me, but for some reason I sensed he was not too upset to hear that Brandon and I had separated. I smiled and started to make my way out the door and he followed close behind.

“Oh sorry to hear that,” his feigned sympathy made me laugh, and he laughed with me although he wasn’t sure why.

“Yeah thanks,” I said sarcastically not sure what else to say to this stranger. “Well I was headed up to my room, so I’ll see you around.” I said.

“Please, hold on a sec,” before I could refuse he rushed off to get his books and together we exited the cafeteria. “I was headed back to the dorms myself, you don’t mind if I walk with you do you?”

His puppy dog eyes were too much for me to resist and so I shook my head yes and we made our way to the dorms. The whole way he didn’t stop talking. He told me about everything, his roommate, his classes, his career goals, anything and everything. I listened content to have a distraction from my heartbreak.

He walked with me all the way to my room. I hesitated at first, but asked him in anyway. I was fortunate to live in one of the singles, although from the look of it you would have thought I had ten guys living here, the place was a total disaster. I apologized for the mess, but he told me not to worry, he understood. Instead of being a jerk about it he was sweet enough to give me a hand in tidying up a little. He opened the blinds and the windows to let fresh air and sunlight in. It was like I was looking at my room for the first time.

Once my room was somewhat presentable, I took my shoes off and sat on my bed, cautiously he joined me and he started talking again. Being so close to him I couldn’t help but take notice of his cute boyish features. He had the biggest blue eyes I’d ever seen. His blonde lashes were long, and his lips plump and inviting. I had to really concentrate to listen to what he was saying.

It took me a minute to realize he’d stopped talking, and he was looking at me with the same intensity that I was looking at him with. We leaned closer to each other, our lips parted slightly. I drew in my breath and waited for his lips to land on mine.

His kiss was gentle, but hungry. He pulled me closer until I was lying on top of him. I could feel his erection press against my own. It had been so long since I’d felt the warmth of another man’s bod…

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Officer

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“Suck hard bitch!”

I tried to do as he said, but it was hard when he was fucking my face so hard that I couldn’t get it together.

“You Slut! Suck harder!” he screamed at me.

I relaxed and pressed down on his shaft sucking in as he pulled out.

“Oh yeah! That’s more like it, I knew you could do it you slut.”

I kept on doing this as my mind drifted away. How did I end up like this? Just minutes ago I was driving down the interstate, music blaring, trying my best not to fall asleep. If it hadn’t been for the blue lights I would have never noticed the cop pulling me over.

At first I hesitated to stop, it was very dark outside with few lights around, but it would be miles until the next exit. I couldn’t have let him follow me that long. With caution I pulled over to the side of the road. My mind raced, was I speeding? I certainly didn’t think so. I looked in my side mirror as the officer approached. He was an average guy with a good solid built. I couldn’t help but notice how nicely his trousers hugged his massive thigh muscles. In spite of the situation I felt myself getting hard, quickly I tried to think of something else.

I handed him my license and registration, careful not to let him see that I was fully erect. His crotch was inches from my face and it looked like a good-sized bulge. As hard as I tried I could not help but stare, my mouth watered at the thought of his cock between my lips. He proceeded to tell me how fast I was going, but I wasn’t paying attention, which only infuriated him. Before I knew what was happening he was yelling for me to get out of the car. I got out and spread against the car like he commanded. His hands searched my body for weapons but the only thing I was packing was a rock hard erection.

“Are you fucking hard? Is my searching you fucking turning you on?” he yelled at me.

I turned to answer, but he squeezed my nuts and cock tighter.

“You’re a nasty slut aren’t you?”

My mouth opened but nothing came out. He let go of my erection, unzipped my pants, stuck his hand down my fly, and pulled out my love tool. I was oozing with pre cum which he spread all over my cock as he pumped it for more. His touch made me cream more and more; if he didn’t stop stroking me I would have exploded.

He turned me around with force. His face inches from mine I leaned into him thinking of nothing but tasting his sweet lips, but instead he forced me to my knees and pushed my head into his crotch. I unzipped his pants and he pulled out his sex. It was about 6inches long, cut, and very thick. It dripped with pre cum. I ran my tongue over the spongy head and tasted his sweet juice. I licked his slit clean and he moaned in response.

“Mmmm my wife never gives me head, I always have to go looking for cum hungry sluts like you,” he said as he forced me to take his whole cock at once.

With his hands firmly on the back of my head he started to pump my face full. Harder and harder he …

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Not Again

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“Hey honey,” said the perky voice on the other side of the line.

“Hey babe did you have a good day?” I asked.

I dreaded telling her I wasn’t going to be home early again tonight, but it couldn’t be helped. At least I should try to make some conversation I thought to myself as I listened to the details of her day.

“How was yours? Are you on your way home?”

“Actually honey…” before I could say anything else she cut me off.

“Steve come on not again, that’s the third time this week.” Her voice was full of disappointment.

“Babe…” for a brief second I thought maybe I should go home, forget the whole thing and just go home. Then his hand rubbed the inside of my thigh and I forgot all about feeling bad. I had no choice but to do it. “Yeah baby, I’m sorry.”

On the other side of the phone all I heard was a sigh before the connection went dead. I’ll make it up to her with a trip to the jewelry store I thought to myself as I let my lover devour my lips.

I should never have let things get so far, but it was too late for that now. I was already in too deep. All I could do now was figure out a way to let her down easy without hurting her or the kids. I had to come clean, actually we both did, but I didn’t think I would ever get Owen to come clean. He wasn’t even ready to admit to himself that he was gay. He thought that because it was just me it was ok but really it was the same thing. He still sucked dick and got fucked just like every other gay man in the world.

I put the receiver back in the cradle and turned to face him. His lips instantly took mine enclosing me in a warm deep kiss. Our tongues danced as our hands worked at ridding us of our clothing. When I was with him I only wanted to be naked. I loved feeling his body against mine. As he laid on top of me the warmth of his flesh against mine got me rock hard as usual.

I ran my hands along the length of his back. His skin was so soft and smooth. As I reached the crack of his ass his back arched in response to my touch. I slipped in one finger between his plump cheeks until I reached his center. I pressed against it until I was able to slide my entire finger inside him. After all this time fucking he was not as tight as he used to be, but burying my cock in his ass was still like nothing I’d ever felt before. He spread his cheeks apart in order for me to slide in a second finger. He loved to get finger fucked almost as much as he loved to get pounded by my monster rod.

I dug around inside him until I found his secret spot. Working it with the tip of my finger, I pressed on it over and over again. Controlling him with just a few fingers was something I enjoyed doing. I pressed on and on until his body tensed against mine. I could feel the cum slip from his nuts all the way up his fat shaft. A few more strokes were enough to get him to shoot load after load of creamy cum. He dirtied up my chest hairs with his tasty juice.

He held on tightly to me until his body stopped trembling, pushing against my fingers until he collapsed on my chest. We lay motionless until he started to stir again. Kissing my neck and down my chest he cleaned up the cum that he had spilled on me. The way his tongue licked up every drop of his seed had me rearing to go and dripping with my own pre juice. His lips worked down my solid abs and followed the hairy trail that led to my thick snake.

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Just The Way You Like It

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My back crashed against the wall. His mouth forced its self on top of mine. My arms instinctively reached out, but there was no one to reach to. We were all alone and no one was around to hear me if I screamed.

His hands tore at the buckle of my belt. His breathing was heavy and full of pent up desperation. He pulled the belt off my waist, grabbed me by the arm and tossed me onto the bed. I pulled myself up on my elbows and backed up as his large muscular body came towards me. For the first time in our relationship I felt a little scared. He was like a man possessed; I didn’t know what he would do next.

His hands grabbed me by the knees and dragged me to the edge of the bed pulling my pants and boxers off in the process. His eyes were full of fury. His forehead covered in sweat beads. He wrapped my legs around his waist and pressed his body forward pinning me to the bed. I could feel his cock like a rock pressing against the hole in my ass.

“Mark,” I said. “Do you really want to do this? Why don’t we talk about this?” I was so turned on I was barely able to speak. It was hard trying to stay in character. I was supposed to be helpless and scared when in reality I had never felt more aroused.

He looked into my eyes and rubbed his erection up and down my ass.

“Shut the fuck up! Isn’t this what you wanted?” his mouth was inches from my face. “Don’t you like it rough?”

His tongue worked its way inside my ear before it went down my neck. My cock rubbed against the fabric of his khakis.

“You want it rough, well hold on cause I’m going to rip your hole apart.”

He unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. I could feel his large mushroom head was covered in pre cum. I closed my eyes as he forced himself inside of me.

“AAAHHH!” I screamed out.

He placed his hand over my mouth and continued to slide into my tight love tunnel.

“Mmmm you feel tight,” he said.

His nose rubbed up and down the side of my face, his lips lightly grazing my cheek.

“Fuck baby you’ve never been this tight.”

His hips started tearing into me faster and faster. He pulled his hand away from my mouth. Looking into his eyes I knew that I better not make another sound. Not If I knew what was good for me.

“You like it?” he asked. “Tell me how much you like my big cock inside of you.”

“I love your cock.” I moaned. “I love the way it feels inside of me.”

“Mmmm yeah,” he whispered. “I know you love my big cock. You big whore.”

“Oh yeah baby,” I said. “I’m your whore.”

He lightly kissed my lips. It was a sweet kiss that felt ou…

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That’s What Friends Are For

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The clock marked midnight. I closed my eyes tightly and turned away from the alarm clock. I didn’t need a constant reminder to point out that time was creaking by and I was still unable to get to sleep. The way it looked I was well on my way to another sleepless night. I tossed and turned for another hour before I gave up and got out of bed. I walked into the kitchen and got a glass of milk.

“Can’t sleep?”

I jumped and emptied my glass all over my shirt.

“What the fuck?” I looked around. “Rick? What are you doing sitting there in the dark?”

It was my roommate’s boyfriend. I imagined him and Sue had gotten into yet another fight and she had kicked him out of her room again. He rushed over to where I stood and handed me a towel.

“I’m so sorry man. I thought you knew I was out here.”

“Dude, how could I…”

I stopped in mid sentence. There he stood in his shorts. His broad shoulders gleamed in the moonlight. I had always thought he was attractive, but now that I had seen him in just boxers I thought he was gorgeous. His big clumsy hands wiped at my chest with the towel. I placed my hand over his and smiled. He smiled back and then quickly pulled his hand away. It snapped me back to reality and I took a step away from him. What was I thinking? This was my roommate’s boyfriend. They had been dating for well over a year, there was no way I could make a move on him.

He walked out of the kitchen area and sat on the sofa. I pulled off my shirt and used it to dry my smooth chest off. For the first time I was self-conscious. I walked into the living room and took a seat next to him. The only light in the room came from the streets. I sat as close as I could without being too obvious that I was into him.

“What’s the matter?” I asked. “Did you and Sue have another argument?”

“Yeah,” he turned towards me.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“No, I don’t want Sue to hear us talking.”

My mind raced. This was the perfect opportunity to ask him to come into my room. I hesitated and he looked around as if waiting for me to ask. I knew that if I did, there would be no turning back. Part of me wanted to do the right thing and respect the relationship, but all they did was argue. I never understood why they stayed together, so really, I would be doing her a favor, I rationalized.

“Would you like to come to my room?”

As soon as the words were out of my mouth I regretted them. If we fooled around it would hurt Sue, but if we didn’t then I would feel like a fool. Rick held all the cards in his hand. If he wanted something to happen he would have to make the move, I thought.

Rick nodded and we both went into my room. He sat down on my bed and I turned on the lights.

“No,” he covered his eyes. “Do you mind if we talk with the lights off?”

I turned off the lights and closed the door. My heart was pounding at the thought of having him on top of me. I tried to get my mind off that for fear I would get a huge erection. I sat next to him on the bed.

“So you want to tell me what happened?” I asked after several minutes of silence.

“Well, it’s kind of awkward.”

He looked so cute sitting there. I wanted so badly to wrap my arms around him and cover his body in wet kisses.

“Don’t feel awkward,” I reassured him. “You can tell me anything.”

He took a deep breath and began to talk. “Well, you see…we were fooling around.”

“And?”

“Well, I asked her if she would you know…”

“Sorry Rick, I don’t know.”

“I asked if s…

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The Mentor

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When I closed my eyes I could picture the crowd cheering for me. They screamed out, wanting more and more. I could feel the warmth of their applause, which only got louder as I conceded to do yet another encore.

“Someday that’s how it will be,” I said to myself out loud.

“What’s gonna be that way, Arnold?”

I froze. How long had he been standing behind me? I wondered. I hope he hadn’t heard all the nonsense I was saying. Slowly I turned my body to face him. As usual the sight of him took my breath away. He was so attractive in his tight Dockers and fitted black shirt. He walked over to me and took a seat next to me on the piano bench. My heart started racing.

“Umm, well, I was just,” I stuttered. I always stuttered whenever I was around him. “Just daydreaming.” I said looking down at my fingers.

He laughed and for me the whole room lit up. For years now he’d been my teacher, more than that, he’d been my mentor. It was thanks to him that next year I would be attending Julliard on a full scholarship. I wondered how he’d put up with me for so long. I was always daydreaming and spacing out instead of practicing, and usually they were fantasies of him and me.

“There’s nothing wrong with daydreaming,” he said. “As long as it doesn’t take away from our practice.”

He smiled and I was sure I turned all shades of red. I closed my eyes and returned to that glorious audience. In my daydream I looked to the side of the stage and there he was. He was standing in the sidelines, a bouquet of roses in hand. A smile came to my face and I placed my fingers on the smooth ivory keys. I let the music transport me to that place where we are together. The place in my mind where he tells me how he’s molded me into the person he wants to be with for the rest of his life.

“Yes, yes, that’s it, with feeling more feeling!”

The sound of his voice brought me crashing down. I stopped playing, opened my eyes, and returned to my reality. The reality that I was just a silly eighteen year old with a dumb crush. It was silly for me to think he could be interested. Dr. Ackerman was way too important to pay attention to someone like me, even if I was his star pupil. Many times he had told me how I was going to be famous and how he would be so proud to say he had been my teacher. But I didn’t want just his admiration. I wanted his heart.

“Arnold, Arnold what happened?” he asked. “You were doing so good.” His face was not one of disappointment, but of concern. “The past couple of weeks you have been in another world, is everything alright?” he asked.

I couldn’t look at him for fear of breaking into tears. But he was right. For months now I had dreaded the end of the summer. In a few days I would be leaving for Julliard and he would move on, taking on another student and more than likely forgetting all about me. This thought filled my head day in and day out. Especially when it was just the two of us.

“Yes I’m ok,” I said. It barely came out as a whisper. Quickly, I looked away so that he couldn’t see the tears filling my eyes.

“Ok well maybe it’s enough for today,” he said, closing the lid on the piano.

He turned to me and forced me to face him. I looked up at him, my eyes a river of sadness. I tried to fight it but in spite of myself a tear fell and stained my cheek.

“Arnold? Why are you crying?” he asked. “You should be ecstatic. In just a few weeks you’ll be going to one of the best schools in the nation to study what you love. You know how many others would kill to be in your place?” His voice was soft and understanding. It was one of the things I loved most about him. He was never stern, always kind.

“They can take my place if they want!” I screamed out. “I don’t care about anything. I only care about staying here with you.”

I could hear the words coming out of my mouth, but it was like someone else was saying them. Never in a million years would I have wanted to reveal how I truly felt. It just happened. Embarrassed, I got up and headed for the door. He came after me. He grabbed my arm and pulled me to him, wrapping his arms around me, and holding me as I let everything that had build up inside me pour out.

“You must think I’m crazy,” I said once I had calmed down.

His arms fell to my waist. I tried to take a step back but his grip prevented it. He raised his hand to my face and wiped away the last teardrop. His touch felt so warm and strong as it caressed my cheek. I opened my mouth to say something but he placed his finger on my lips.

“Shhh,” he said.

His finger brushed my face. Lightly he traced the outline of my lips, my nose, and my eyes as if memorizing every detail. I looked into his eyes and he looked deep into mine. I could see his lips move towards mine. My breathing stopped and I think my heart did as well until his mouth landed on mine, breathing life back into me.

I leaned forward and let his mouth engulf mine. His tongue parted my lips and entered my mouth, and I did the same, kissing him in a wa…

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Mr. and Mr. Owens

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As far as weddings went this was probably one of the most successful ones. It had been a beautiful ceremony. All of our friends and family had attended. We were a very lucky couple, not a lot of other couples have the luxury of having all of their friends and family supporting them. As I took off my cuff links two strong arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me towards them.

“Hey there Mr. Owens, did you have a good time?”

I turned to face my new husband and kissed him full on the lips. “Yes it was more than I could have asked for.”

He returned my kiss and pulled me closer to him. His hands traveled down my tuxedo pants to my perfectly round ass. He gave them a little squeeze. I knew what he was after. We had made a promise to each other, long ago, that after we were married we would enjoy our love without anything in between us, and now it was time to collect. Our first time making love without condoms, the thought of it had me so hard. I pressed my crotch against his; letting both our hard cocks rub together through the fabric of our slacks.

Together we made our way to the bed, tearing at each other’s clothes like two horny teenagers doing it for the first time. When we reached the bed we were both in just boxers. Our hard cocks dripping wet with pre cum. I lay down on the bed and pulled him on top of me. His body pressed against mine felt like heaven. I ran my fingers lightly over his back, feeling every muscle, down to the base of his ass. His mouth worked on my neck, kissing every inch of it, and then moved down my smooth chest. It followed my treasure trail down to my throbbing erection, which he took fully.

With his lips wrapped around the base of my cock, he deep throated me. He worked his tongue up and down my shaft like he had so many times before. I grabbed on to the back of his head, closed my eyes, and enjoyed the way he worked me. By now he knew exactly how hard to suck and what spot to concentrate on. My body tensed up as he caressed the underside of my shaft, rubbing the one spot that drove me crazy. I braced myself as the first blast of cum shot out of me and into his hungry mouth. He took it and held on to my cock as I gave him more than a mouthful.

After I shot one final time I pulled him up to me. Taking his face in my hands I brought his lips to mine. He tasted salty with my juices. As we kissed I wrapped my legs around his waist. I was ready for him to be inside of me. With his right hand he guided his cock into my tight pucker, and for the first time the only thing around the head of his cock was pre cum. My heart was beating rapid…

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