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Do You Like The Taste Of Cum?

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“Do you like the taste of cum?” he whispered in my ear.

I slid closer to him, my hand rested playfully on his thigh.

“I can’t say I’ve ever tasted it.” I lied.

His tongue slowly licked the outer edge of my ear. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the tingling sensation he was creating all over my body. I opened my mouth and let out a whimper. He placed his hand on top of mine and shifted it to the valley between his legs. I could feel how hard he was. His cock pressed against the fabric of his jeans begged for attention.

Gently I rubbed my hand up and down the outline of his shaft. He moaned and moved closer to me, opening his legs so I could have better access to him. I shifted my weight to face him, my mouth searched for his. When our lips met mine instantly parted to let his tongue enter.

Our kiss was full of ardor. His lips begged for me to take them. My hands fumbled at the buckle of his belt and he quickly came to my aid. He was just as eager as I was to get his pants off. In one quick motion he unzipped and pulled them down along with his boxers.

His thick cock curved up to greet me, staring at me with its glistening head. I licked my lips and dropped to my knees.

“Yeah, you want to taste me, don’t you?” he said as he buried his fingers in my hair.

“I don’t know it’s kind of big,” I said.

“Its ok baby, just take what you can.”

I lowered my head to his crotch and placed the tip of my tongue on his slit. Pre cum oozed out and covered my taste buds. Ever so gently I licked the head of his cock clean. His body melted against the cushions of the sofa as he guided my head down on his sex. I opened my mouth as wide as I could, letting him push…

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Tell Me About Him

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“Tell me about him,” Vince said as he placed his hand on my thigh and leaned closer to me.

“Why do you want to hear it again?” I asked.

“I just do. What was he like? What did he look like?”

He started to kiss my neck. His hand worked its way to my crotch. Gently he started massaging between my thighs.

“I’ve told you before, why do you want to make me tell you again?”

I knew the answer all too well, but I wanted to hear him say it.

“You know how hot it gets me.”

He placed my hand on his crotch. I could feel it begin to harden with my touch.

“See? Just the thought of it is getting me hard.”

I let out a sigh of mock desperation and acted as if I was trying to recall the story, which wasn’t all that hard. He always wanted to hear about my past sexual experiences, especially about the first time I messed around. I’d told this story so many times he should have known it by heart. I just wished he wouldn’t make me tell it so often. I really hated thinking about it. It wasn’t exactly the fairy tale story I thought it was going to be. It was ten years ago when I was a senior in high school.

I had just turned eighteen, which meant I was legal to do anything I wanted, and what I wanted most was to go to Crush, the most happening gay club in the city. At least that was what I had heard. Living in a small city, it wasn’t exactly the trendiest of places but when I parked my car in the tiny parking lot I got chills. Finally, I was in a place where everyone was fair game. No more wondering if the guys were straight or gay. Here everyone was gay and if you weren’t then you deserved to get hit on for being outside their element.

I remember I was nervous as hell when I handed the guy my ID. I was sure he wasn’t going to let me in, but after glancing at it, he stamped my hand and in I went. My first impression was of disillusionment. The place was small, smoky, dark, and the guys on the bar were either really old, flaming queens, or a combination of both. Still I had waited so long for this I decided to give it a chance.

I made my way to the bar avoiding several glances from some not so attractive characters. It was like I had a sign saying fresh meat; everyone was checking me out, had they never seen a slim eighteen year old before? At the bar several guys approached me but no one really sparked my interest. Not to mention that I was so nervous and scared I was sure everyone could sense it.

After a couple of hours I left. I was disappointed in my first gay clubbing experience. As I got in my car a guy pulled up next to me and rolled down his window.

“Hey there,” he said. “Did you just come from Crush?”

I was too scared to say anything. I had heard too many gay bashing stories not to be. All I could do was shake my head yes. I must have looked extremely paranoid cause he burst into laughter.

“I’m sorry I don’t mean to laugh, really don’t be alarmed I’m harmless.”

I relaxed a little and for the first time noticed how incredibly attractive he was. He looked to be in his mid twenties with sandy blonde hair and the most beautiful green eyes I had ever seen.

“Look I’m sorry. I should know better than to approach guys in the parking lot. I was just wondering if it was worth going in tonight,” he smiled. “Sometimes it’s hit or miss with this place.”

This hot stud was gay. That was the only thought that ran through my mind at the time.

“Sorry buddy I think tonight is a miss,” I said.

“Well then guess you’re headed home?”

I couldn’t believe it. My mind was racing.

“Yeah I should head back home.”

As soon as those words came out of my mouth I regretted them.

“I couldn’t possibly talk you into going with me to have a drink someplace else could I?” he asked.

Before I could mess up a second time I quickly replied, “Sure, sounds great.”

“Well great then,” he said. “I don’t really know where we could go but we could ride around and find a place if you like?”

Without thinking, I agreed and got in the car with him. He was even hotter up close. He was dressed very casually, which should have been my first indication that he wasn’t really headed for the club but at the time I wasn’t thinking clearly.

As soon as we got on the road, he put his hand on my knee. I didn’t mind, actually, I really liked it. It was getting me hard. We talked for a while as he drove around in circles.

“You could put your hand on my leg if you want,” he said to me.

I hesitated a little but did as he said. He was wearing basketball shorts that were not hiding the fact that he was getting quite aroused. I let my hand slowly go up his thigh but I was sti…

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Rush Hour

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If you hit traffic at just the right time, a twenty-minute drive could easily turn into an hour. I hated feeling like a prisoner in my own car. Day after day, I vowed to leave work a little earlier or stay a little later, anything to avoid the mess that was rush hour. I looked to my left to find a little old lady. Her head barely reached the top of the steering wheel. I didn’t realize I was staring until she returned my glance. I smiled and looked forward. Damn it, it had to be at least a hundred degrees in here, I thought to myself. I rolled down the window to let some fresh air in, but all I got was muggy air. I looked to my right; a mousy soccer mom tried desperately to quiet her van full of brats. I shook my head at her. She gave me a dirty look and inched past me. Frustrated I once again surfed the radio dial. Commercial…commercial…country song…newscast…nothing catches my interest. I returned to the top forty station and looked at my watch, ten minutes had gone by and I had barely moved an inch. After several songs and two commercial breaks, a good song finally came on. I bobbed my head and casually tried to sound out the lyrics. When I got to the chorus I sang along as if I was the only one who could hear it. “Sounds good,” I heard a voice to my right. Embarrassed I turned down the volume and slowly turned my head to the right. A very good-looking businessman had replaced the mousy soccer mom. He looked to be about mid thirties. His tie halfway undone hung loosely from his white shirt. “Thanks,” I said and looked at my fingers on the steering wheel. “Don’t be embarrassed that song always gets to me too,” he laughed and I laughed with him. I tried to be casual and glanced at his hands on the wheel. No visible signs of marriage. “Don’t you just hate this damn traffic?” I asked eager to continue our conversation. “Yeah, today is especially bad, there must be a wreck up ahead,” he said. I rolled my eyes and threw my arms up in frustration. “I know how you feel, but I know a way we can pass the time and let some of this traffic roll through.” I couldn’t resist his mischievous grin and played along with him. “How do you suppose we do that?” I asked. “Get in front of me and take the first right. There’s a construction site on the left.” It took several minutes for us to get enough distance between us, but eventually I got over and followed his instructions. He stayed closely behind. The further I drove the more deserted the streets got. It felt nice to go at a decent speed for once. I looked into the rearview mirror, his signal flashed left. I looked to my left and turned into a new housing development. It was pretty much deserted. I slowed down and he pulled past, waving for me to follow. He led me almost to the end of the development, where he parked his car next to a giant green trash container. I parked beside him and he motioned for me to join him in his car. I got out of my vehicle and walked around to the passenger side. Inside my eyes went straight for his semi hard cock, which he had already pulled out of his khakis and had begun stroking. “What do you think?” he asked. I swallowed hard, “looks good.” I leaned closer to him. He put his hand on the back of my head and brought me down to his cock. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth. He guided his cock into my hungry mouth. I felt it against my tongue. It was fat and limp with the slightest bit of juice already dripping, awakening my taste buds. I wrapped my lips tightly around it and felt it grow harder, as I went up and down on it…

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