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The Candy Shop

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After a long day of meeting people and pretending to be enthused about pharmaceutical technology, all Patrick wanted to do was relax. He had just had the most excruciating day. Trying to explain the latest medical advancement to a room full of number crunchers was hard. He hoped he had made enough of an impression.

Patrick entered his small hotel room and tossed his briefcase on the bed. All he wanted was a hot bath and a warm bed. He loosened the knot in his tie and undid the top button of his shirt. Patrick detested wearing the monkey suit, but he knew it was a must. He took off his watch and tossed it on the nightstand. Out of the corner of his eye he could see the blinking red light. He hated that light. It meant his afternoon of relaxation was about to come to an end.

Begrudgingly, he dialed down to the reception desk to retrieve his message. It was from his boss, who wanted Patrick to call him right away. As he dialed the number to the office he tried to come up with an excuse to get out of whatever it was he wanted him to do. The last thing he needed was to spend dinner with clients. No, he would have to put his foot down and just say he wasn’t into it tonight.

Patrick sat down on the bed and waited for his boss to answer.

“Patrick. Where have you been I’ve been trying to get a hold of you all afternoon?”

Patrick rolled his eyes and started to give an explanation when he was cut off.

“Patrick, I don’t know what you did in that convention today, but we need to talk.”

His heart sank. He tried to think back through his day. He didn’t think he’d done anything bad. Actually, he thought he’d done a great job. A lot of the investors had come up to him afterwards to shake his hand and express their interest. That was part of the reason it had taken him so long getting back to the hotel.

“Patrick my phone has been ringing off the hook,” he paused. “Everyone wants to invest in our product.”

Patrick threw himself back on the bed. It was a huge relief.

“Congratulations man,” his boss said enthusiastically. “You’re going to get a big bonus out of this when you get back. Now take the night off you deserve it.”

Patrick thanked him profusely before hanging up. After the call, he was on such a high. He knew things had gone well, but he wasn’t expecting to hear results so soon. He thought about whom to call but realized he had no one. He was alone in a strange city with no one to help him celebrate. He was too wound up to just relax. He had a lot of energy to release, but the thought of going to some dingy club was not appealing.

He sat back on the bed and thought. What could I possibly do in a strange city where I know no one, he wondered. A sneaky smile came across his face. Did he dare? What if someone found out? He wondered. But that wouldn’t be possible; he was, after all, miles from home. Before he could think too much of it, he fetched his laptop out of his bag and did a quick search. Pages full of escort sites and chat rooms popped up. He browsed through a couple, but none had what he was looking for, until he found The Candy Shop.

He clicked on the link and a site full of tasty treats popped up. He found the chat room for the city he was in and entered the room. His mouth watered as he browsed the profiles. Yeah, this was definitely how he wanted to treat himself. After much searching, he struck up a conversation with a young nineteen year old and before he could stop himself he was giving away his room number. His heart raced with anticipation.

After the longest hour of his life there was a knock on the door. For the first time since he signed off, he felt regret. He hadn’t talked to him long enough. He had let his erection get the better of him. What if he was a teenage psychopath or worse what if he had lied in his profile and in reality he was ugly? He gathered all his courage and slowly opened the door.

“Patrick?”

“Oh fuck, what are you doing here?” Patrick was shocked.

Of all the people in the world he never expected his younger brother’s friend standing on the other side. He couldn’t remember his name, but he could never forget his face or, even more so, his slim beautiful body. Patrick’s brother was several years younger than him, a little surprise his parents always joked.

“Are you?” Patrick asked confused.

The boy looked at his worn tennis shoes.

“Come in, come in.”

For a second Patrick thought the boy was going to run away. But then he looked at him with his big green eyes and came inside. Patrick tried not to look at him directly. He had been so worked up that just being around him had him aroused. He ushered the boy into the small room. The boy sat on the bed while Patrick sat in the chair next to the nightstand.

“My name is Jake,” the boy said, “and yes I’m a friend of your brothers.”

“What are you doing here?”

“I go to school here, as a matter of fact I should be in French right now.”

Patrick couldn’t help but laugh at his blasé attitude. Of all of his brother’s friends Jake had always stood out to him. Every time he had been over at his parents, which wasn’t often, Jake was always the friend that lingered around in the back and, on more than one occasion he had caught him staring. At one point he was going to ask his brother if Jake was gay, but after his bro…

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Bob and His New Dom 1

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Bob was just a normal sort of guy. He was married to Clair a wonderful woman, they had two kids, good holidays together, normal sex life, professional jobs almost everything you could possibly wish for. But Bob had a secret. Deep down he was a sub. He needed to worship his Dom, and feel the thrill of being used for the pleasure of another, totally manipulated into acts well beyond his normal day to day boundaries. He received a text at work. Roadside Motel, Rm 215, 8pm Wed. Buy a pair of white cotton panties and wear them today. Hand them to me to examined when you arrive. Sir This was the first time he had made contact with a male Dom, normally he craved submission to a woman, but after the last one he knew he had to try things differently. Where was he going to get the panties from? He wracked his brain trying to think of ways to back out, but knew in his heart it was the last thing he wanted to do. He had to go and submit to Sir completely, whatever the consequences. He went to the local shop and bought himself a pair of white cotton panties, he couldn’t stop himself from getting the matching bra. Every-time he looked round he thought that everyone in the shop was looking at him and knew that the lingerie was for him. He even thought the sales assistant who rang the till smiled to herself as she served him. Was it paranoia or was it so obvious that he was a miserable Sub, sent out to humiliate himself in public. When he got back to the office he nipped into the bathroom to put on the panties. Just putting them on brought his cock erect and he had to stay there for some time before he could leave without a huge bulge in his trousers. The panties were uncomfortable and cut into his butt cheeks and each side of his balls. The lace trim at the top touched his mushroom head and got him excited again, the more he squirmed the more excited he got. The meeting he was having with clients seemed to pass in a blur as all he could think about was those panties and his bursting cock. Some pre-cum was already oozing into the clean white cotton, and he hoped that he wouldn’t get a stain showing through his chinos. Before he got home he changed out of the panties and looked in them. Sure enough they had some small pre-cum stains in the front and his butt hadn’t been as clean as it should have been with all that wriggling. On Wednesday night he told Clair he was seeing some work colleagues for a few beers and would be back late. His voice had a catch in the back, which he hoped that Clair wouldn’t notice. She seemed pretty blasé and just wished him a good time and said she be in bed when he got back as she had a busy diary the following day. At 8pm on the dot Bob knocked on the door of room 215. It opened and he was facing his dom for their first full meeting, he felt small and scared, almost tearful. Sir was 6ft, average build, blond hair, blue eyes, he seemed to look right through everyone. Sir’s clothes were expensive and chic but very understated. Bob handed over the panties and Sir kept him at the door while he examined them. ‘Cum and a skid mark, you little slut, couldn’t you keep yourself clean for our first meeting. I expect better from my subs, but you will learn. Now get inside and shut the door behind you.”Bob was immediately bent over the chair by the door. Sir came beside him and placed his hand on curve of his butt outside your pants. *Smack* Sir’s hand comes down on his butt with each syllable ‘don’t be such a fuck-ing cheap slut messing your pant-ies again’. Bob is surprised as he had only tried to do Sir’s bidding – his face flushed with humiliation at being spanked like a naughty school boy. Bob was told to strip naked and enter the bathroom, the shower was already running. Bob was to fully soap his body and make sure that every part of it was clean and well soaped. His clothes were to be left on the floor – Sir would ensure that his new clothes would be waiting for him when he got out. Bob stripped and got in the shower, he was excited but surprised the spanking had stopped, he soaped vigorously as he had been told he would be inspected. Fully soaped he called for Sir. Bob was instructed stand still while Sir checked him for cleanliness. Sir fondled the cock in its soapy heaven and checked around the nipples, foreskin and balls. ‘Turn round’. Bob’s butt stuck out and was still smarting from the spanking it had just received – Sir starts to massage the soap covered butt, until it is completely covered with slippery bubbles to make sure it is pristine and clean. Just as Bob was relaxing Sir eased a soapy finger up his ass. First one then two soapy fingers were inserted, and Bob was cleaned inside and out. ‘Rinse off all the soap, you seem clean enough now’ Bob was left alone to rinse the soap suds off, while he could hear Sir moving around outside with clothes out for him. Sir put his hand into shower and grabbed Bob hard by the nipples and pulled him out of the shower by them. Bob looked onto the floor and could see the sissy clothes that have been bought for him, all good quality and just the right size; crotchless red panties, hold up stockings, short black skirt, red lace bra (with padding) and tight red blouse. Suddenly Sir shouts ‘Fucking slut you couldn’t be bothered to keep control of your sad little body for one day – that just ensures your complete humiliation today. Put the clothes on, and don’t forget the bri…

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Hot Ride Pt 2

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“Look at me!”
I looked past Shane’s wet dick, dripping with pre-cum, all the way up into his eyes. I watched his lips move as he spoke. “Suck my monster. I can’t wait to shove it into your virgin ass.”
I groaned and my butt clenched.
“Don’t desert me now, Ry, not when things are getting interesting.” He grabbed my head and forced it over his glorious cock. I licked and sucked it best I could, loving the smooth hardness and the veins that stood out.
I was just starting to figure out how to deep throat it when he yanked it out of my mouth. “I’m going to give you the best ride of your life. Put your hands on the bike and keep them there.”
I was shaking with lust as I did what he asked. He leaned up over me and bit my neck. “You’re mine bitch.” That fast he pushed first one finger up my ass, then two. It burned! He stretched out my ring and added two more fingers, lubbed with his pre-cum and spit. Suddenly, I was humping his hand.
“Oh Yea Ry, this is going to feel so good.” He pulled his wide fingers out and spread my ass. “Damn you have a fine ass.”
I felt his huge mushroom head against my hole. I leaned away and clenched my sphincter. “You’re the one that wanted this, Ry and now that we’re here, I’m going to take you now whether you want it or not.” I groaned, feeling my ass clench. “You want this?”
“Yes!”
He pushed. The burning was unbearable.
“Shit,” I moaned.
“Hang on babe, in a minute you’ll be begging for more.”
He kept pushing and I felt so full that I tingled all over. My cock twitched and I wanted to grab it but I kept my hands on the bike. Finally, I felt his balls against my ass.
“Yes! Fuck me Shane.”
“I’m going to fuck you hard.” He licked up my spine. “I don’t want you to touch your dick. You’re going to come so hard you’re going to cover my bike with your spunk.”
I arched and moaned. “Then fuck me.”
He did, pulling all the way out, and then pushing in, faster and faster. I moaned even as he growled over me. “You like your first cock?”
The friction was unbelievable! I was so high I couldn’t answer. He pulled out and I growled in frustration. “You like it?”
“Yes,” I wailed.
“Tell me.”
I stuttered. “It’s so huge and hot. God I can’t believe how hot and good it feels.”
“Good, cause I’m lovin’ givin it to you.” He shoved it back in and pounded my ass even harder.
A whine began deep inside me and Shane pulled back until just the head was in me and corkscrewed it. I tried to push back on it, but he held me still. “Shane!”
He shoved it in one last time and we both came.
My legs collapsed and Shane came down behind me, his dick still in my ass as he pumped the last of my spunk from my cock.
“So was it good for you?” I gasped out.
He groaned on a laugh. “Shit yea man.”
“Good, cause in a minute, you’re going to suck me hard so I can fuck you.” I felt him shiver.
He sucked and bit at my neck, playing with my nipples from behind. I could feel his nipple rings against my back.
“What’s with the piercings man?” I asked as I leaned my head back against his shoulder.
He chuckled in his dark way and my dick twitched. “Rebellion. I got them to piss off the old man and decided I liked them.”
“They’re so fucking brutal.”
He ran his hand down to my cock. “You like?” I felt him twitch inside me.
I groaned. “Hell yea. I like to suck on them and know how hot it makes you.”
He suddenly went quiet.I felt him slip out of my ass and pull away. I turned to him and watched his eyes become distant.
“What?” I asked.
“I swore I’d never fuck another man, not after the way the last one I trusted fucked me over.”
My ass clenched and he drew a deep breath. I just waited.
“I thought he was my friend. He was my first man fuck. He blackmailed my father. Then he trashed my rep.”
No wonder he had stayed away. “When was that?”
“Ten years ago.” His voice had no emotion
I hardly knew what to say. “What about sex?”
“Women flocked all over me. It was easy to keep it casual, if not, at least the old man approved.”
I turned and shoved him onto the ground and looked at him. I knew he could only see my glasses and it made it easier somehow. He lay passive beneath me.
“No way, I still want your ass.”
“Ry…”
I leaned down and bit his pectoral, loving the way it jumped under my teeth. He hissed. Then I licked first his left then right nipples, flicking the hoops. I grabbed one in my teeth and tugged. He arched on a moan. I lifted up and looked down at him. “You’re mine bitch. At least while we’re here. Do you understand?” He just licked his lips.
I flicked both rings with my nails at the same time. He gasped but his eyes were still shadowed. “I understand.”
I was determined that I was going to chase away those shadows if it was the last thing I did. I hadn’t fucked a guy before but the ladies had never complained. I grabbed his head and dragged him up until his head was level with my semi-hard cock. I had already cum twice and I was dying for it again. I yanked the ponytail holder out of his hair and jerked his head up.
I pressed my cock against his face. “You want this Shane?”
When he didn’t answer, I brutally pulled his head back further. “Answer me bitch.” I let him go a…

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Bust for Lust

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Billy was so nervous. The trees only looked all the more menacing at night. The park seemed so desolate. He had played little league on the field, over by the parking area, when he was a kid. Now, he was looking for a different game to play. He started to turn around, when he saw this really attractive guy watching him. Under the dim flickering light at the restrooms, he looked to be in his early twenties, slim and muscular. He decided, it was not sin to just use the bathroom, and see what would happen.

Inside, it was just like he remembered, the place smelled of urine. He passed the guy going in, but said nothing. What could he say, want to fuck me? It seemed all the more desperate. Pulling out his penis, he began to piss, watching the yellow streak of liquid hit the sides of the mildewed urinal. The guy came inside, and he was so beautiful. He wore faded jeans and a plain white t-shirt, which you could see the contour of his taut abdominal muscles straining against. The guy took a place right beside him, not peeing, just staring straight ahead. Billy started to stroke himself, not waiting for the guy to make the first move.

“So, what are you doing here kid?”, said the man.

“Waiting for you.”

“What did you have in mind?”

“Whatever you want?”

“For free, or do you charge?”

Billy felt a little awkward ,being thought of as a prostitute never entered his mind. His hands began to shake, and he stopped working his member, feeling regretful for even coming to the place.

“No, I’m not a , well I don’t, I should just leave.”

“Put your hands on the wall.”, the man shouted. I said put your fucking hands on the wall.”

Billy was afraid to move. He reached over the urinal and put his hands on the wall. Was he going to be raped? Billy felt the cold steal of handcuffs being placed around his left wrist, as the man pulled his arm hard behind him. He grabbed his other arm, and cuffed it as well. As the man had reached for his arms, Billy was sure he felt the guy’s hardness against his ass. Turning towards him, Billy could see the man’s cock straining against his jeans. The guy looked totally uninterested, just opening Billy’s wallet. Maybe he was being robbed as well?

“Shit, just 18.”

“ Too old for you mister?”

“Shut up. You have the right to remain silent, if you give up that right, anything you say and do can be held against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney, if you cannot afford one, one will be appointed for you. Do you understand these rights as I have read them?”

“Hey, role playing ,I am sure can be fun, but I really just want to leave.”

“Kid this isn’t a game. You are under arrest for lewd and lascivious and indecent exposure.”

“I didn’t do anything. I was just pissing.”

“Shut up kid. You do understand your rights? Don’t say anything.”

“How do I even know you are a real cop?”

The guy pulled out his badge.

“This is an undercover operation. I bet you don’t even have condoms. I could easily rape and murder you for the lousy, what?, eight bucks you have in this ratty wallet.”

“I’m so sorry officer. Please, don’t arrest me. My folks, they don’t know I’m gay. My mom will kill herself if I get arrested like this. Please.”

Jose took the cuffs off and handed him a card.

“That is my address on the back. I’m going to let you go. Show up at my place tomorrow morning, six sharp. Keep your mouth shut about this, or it means my job. I have your address. You fuck with me kid, and it will be your last time. You go home, go straight to bed. Don’t ever come here again.”

“Yes sir, officer Delgado

Billy was standing outside the officer’s door, hesitant to ring the bell. He could hardly keep his eyes open, having not slept all night.

Jose opened the door.

“Come on in. I have eggs on the stove, so have a seat. I’ll be right with you.”, said Jose while walking into the kitchen.

Billy felt a little bit better about being there, the guy seemed normal enough. He looked around the living room. It was sparse, not very well furnished. His books were on a shelf of boards and concrete blocks. There didn’t appear to be any television or stereo. The room had an old awful brown futon and anold woodencrate coffee table. It smelled of the cops aftershave, probably he sprinkled it around to try and cover the odor from the cat’s litter box. I yellow and white short hair cat had attached itself to his leg, purring and leaving a storm of white fur in the air as Billy stroked him.

“I’m glad you showed up. I didn’t think you would.”

“I didn’t think I had a choice in the matter.”, said Billy , as he walked into the kitchen, seeing the table set for two.

“I’m interrupting your breakfast. Maybe I should come some other time.”

“You can’t leave yet. I didn’t make all this food for just me. Have a seat. Eat.”

Billy reluctantly sat. His heart was still pounding with fear. What the hell did this guy want? Probably to convert him by teaching him the errors of his ways, freeing him from his immoral lifestyle.

“So, was that the first time you had been to the park cruising?”

“ What the hell is it to you? What the fuck did you invite me here for anyway?”

“I didn’t ask you here to hassle you. You know you put yourself at risk picking up men that way.”

“Why do you care so much?”

“I just thought maybe you needed someone to talk to who knows how you feel. Someone with the same interests.”

Billy looked up into the cops eyes, thinking, this guy is gay?. Jose became less menacing and more attractive with just a couple simple words, ‘same interests’. It was ridiculous, the thought that this sheriff’s deputy was hitting on him. No, he was only trying to be nice, some civic duty helping out the pathetic gay ki…

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First Time

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I was standing taking a piss when this older dude walked in and stood at the urinal. It was one the old style long one that was open. He pulled out his cock and started to piss. I snuck a peek. His cock was huge, since he was pissing he was still soft, still it must have been 7 inches long.

I did have some basic jack off sessions with my buddies when I was younger, but never thought about getting turned on by a guy cock.

He was just finished up taking his piss and said “Hello”. I nodded back. He did not put his cock away. He just kept trying to squeeze the last bit of piss out.

I did not want to put my cock away and I started to get hard. I looked over at him and just smiled back and now started to stroke his cock. His cock was cut and had a nice head and by now he was fully hard. It was at least 9 inches and about 2.5 inches thick.

He asked if I wanted to get a closer look and walked over to me. I reached out and slid my hand up and down the shaft. He did the same to my cock. My girl friend always told me that I had the biggest cock she had seen, but it was small compared to what I was holding.

The guy pulled me over to the handicap stall and pushed me down on the john. He placed his hands on both side of my head. My mouth opened up without me even thinking about what I was doing. He slid that cock into my mouth and stopped just short of me gagging. He did not move and I started suck on it like it was meant to be. He was large enough that it hurt my jaw. After sucking him for a few minutes, he pulled me up and dropped to his knees and sucked my cock down his throat.

I have had many BJs from my girl friend, but this guy sucked my cock better than any one else. I was just about ready to cum when he pulled off and turned me around. He then pulled my pants down to my knees. He spread my ass and slipped his tongue between and licked at my ass hole. God, this felt un-fucking believable. I grabbed my cock and started to JO. He slapped my hand away and told me not touch my cock, he was going to make me cum without either of us touching my cock. I wondered what he meant.

By now my ass hole was really feeling wet and relaxed. He stood up and humped his cock up against my ass cheeks and said in my ear.” Have you ever been fucked up the ass?” Well hell no I have never even had a finger in my ass. “Well pretty boy you are now.” I felt the head push up against my hole and I knew it would not go in, I was too ti…

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Hot Ride Pt 1

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Shit! I hadn’t expected my brother’s roommate to be so good looking.

What the hell? I had never ever noticed a guy’s looks before.
Shane walked into the house behind Joe with a swagger that would have swung his dick enticingly if it hadn’t been poured into his jeans. He took off his sunglasses and hung them from a belt loop. The area over his cock was worn white, and it certainly wasn’t something that had been done at the factory.
“Shane, Ryan. Ryan, Shane.” Joe introduced us. Shane’s lips kicked up into a lazy smile as we shook hands. Shane’s was rough with calluses. I released his hand and pushed up my glasses only to look directly into blue eyes that reminded me of a hot summer day.
Though we were of the same height, at six foot, Joe and I were complete physical opposites. He had been a football player, the quarterback, of course.In addition, though I was three years younger had graduated in 95, a year ahead.
So I was a genius, the problem had been my social life, or more precisely lack there of. At first, I had been too young, and then I had been too busy.I hadn’t dated all that much. There just hadn’t been time. But I hadn’t been completely without company. it was amazing how gorgeous women liked a high IQ and a body kept fit with weight lifing.
Now I was back in town afterfinally completingmytwo doctoratesin biomechanics and chemistry.
Joe had been great. He had taken me out with his friends, urging me to relax after all the stress of finishing. After all, he told me, I had a spare room in his house, and a job waiting for me with a major medical research company whenever I wanted it. Even better, I was already on their payroll.
“It’s good to meet you,” I found myself saying. “Joe’s told me a lot about you.” His hair was black, hanging over his shoulders, highlighting his savage cheekbones.
Shaneshrugged, dragging my eyes to his wide chest. “Certainly not as much as he talks about you.”
I glanced at Joe and raised my blond brows.
“What? So I’m proud of you,” he said sheepishly.
Grinning, I said, “I distinctly remember a time when that wasn’t the case.”
He shoved me with his shoulder. “You were a superior pest.”
“Of course.” I smirked at him and turned to Shane. “Joe said you’ve been away on business.”
Shane ran a tanned hand over his face. “Yea, I run acustom bike shop. I was just at an awesome convention. Unfortunately, I’m fighting to keep my garage open. My father’s being an ass.”
I raised my eyebrows and tried to lower my cock. which for some reason was growing.
Joe laughed. “Come on, let’s sit down with a beer and watch the game.” It was Sunday, and the NFL games were almost as important as sex to him.
With a glance at Shane, I shrugged. “I’ll get the beers.”
I turned and walked into the kitchen and opened the door. The cool air made me shiver. I thought of Shane and his tight pants. What the hell was wrong with me? I grabbed the beers, opened my and drank half of it in one gulp. The cold liquid didn’t do what I wanted. I was, if anything, harder than I had been when I left them.
When I returned to the living room, Joe was sprawled in the battered leather recliner and Shane was lounging in the corner of the matching sofa. I tossed them their beers and tried not to notice thatShane was sitting with his legs hanging wide open.
My ass clenched and I had the sudden urge to go and bury my face in the front of those jeans. Actually, I wanted to be those jeans.
I turned slightly away to hide my now obvious hard on. “Joe,” my voice croaked, “Joe,” I said more clearly, “I’m going to hang out on the back porch.
“No prob bro,” he said without even looking up from the game.
I turned and wandered out the back door with a sigh of relief at the warm day. Now, even if my my second minddidn’t subside, it wouldn’t matter.
I looked up at the cloudy sky and immediately thought of Shane. I groaned softly and ran a rough hand over my pants. I had never wanted a man before, but there was something about him. The woods behind the house smelled warm and comforting.
As if my thoughts had conjured him up, the back door slid open and Shane stepped out. My heart jumped and I slid my feet off the table in hopes of hiding my wayward dick. “You want another beer?”
I leaned forward, rolled my nearly empty bottle between my hands, listening to the beer slosh and gave that a bit of thought. What the hell? “Sure.”
“Be right back.”
My heart wouldn’t slow and I was straining against my zipper. It hurt to lean over this way, but at least I wouldn’t be giving my state away.
I had liked Shane from Joe’s description and had wanted to meet him. He had sounded like a great guy. But this was crazy.
Maybe I should go lay down. Something had to be wrong with me as I wanted to taste him. I finished my beer on that thought and choked at the sudden image of his cum sliding down my throat the same way.
“Hey, you all right?” He asked as he set the perspiring bottle on the floor next to me. I knew how the bottle felt.
“Yea. It just didn’t go down the way I expected.”
His chuckle was dark. I swallowed in response, urging my raging hard-on back to it’s normal state.
I cleared my throat. “So, tell me about your garage.”
He shook his head and his hair caressed the side of his face. “Goddam hair.”
He lifted up and started digging in his front left jeans pocket. I had quite an interesting view. He certainly looked well endowed.Heyanked out a hair band and pulled his hair back. I wanted to protest.
“Naw, you don’t want to hear my crap.”
“You got something better to do?” I asked.
He chuckled again, and then looked at me where I sat hunched over my legs. There was something in his eyes I couldn’t define. “Joe tells me you already have a job lined up.”
I pulled the label off the beer bottle. “Yea. You don’t mindme crashing in the spare room do you?”
“Nah. I’m working so many hourswe probably won’t see much of each other anyway.”
“That’s rough. But what’s your dad got to do with all this anyway?”
“He wantsme to give up the bike thing and get a ‘real’ job.”
“So?”
“He has clout with the chamber of commerce. They are putting the heat on for me to sell out.”
“Crap.”
“Yea.”
We sat thereand Ifelt the breeze driftover the deck. “I don’t know much about bikes, but I’d love it if you’d show me yours. I guess one of the reasons I spent so much time at school was my curiosity. I love to try new things.”
He grinned at m…

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The Naughty Neighbor

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His shirtless torso dripped with sweat. From my front room window I had a perfect view of the action. I watched as his silly girlfriend wrestled with him. They had been running around his front yard for a while now. I could tell it was all foreplay for them. The scene had been the same for the past two weeks. They were just waiting for his mom to leave. I knew he had to hate the fact that he didn’t have his own place, but he was only home for a few weeks on summer break. At least that’s what his mother had said when she ambushed me at the grocery store. I listened to her politely even though the whole time all I could think of was how much I fantasized about her son. The girl’s hands went dangerously close to his manhood. I leaned in closer to the blinds as I struggled to see what he would do next. He pulled her closer and was about to kiss her when his mom walked out of the house. “Hey you two,” his mother yelled. “Don’t make me put the hose on you.” She laughed and got in her car. Once she drove away we all breathed a sigh of relief. They were in the clear and had the house all to themselves. I was getting hard just thinking about it. They wasted no time getting into the house. I waited a few minutes and then went over to get a better look. My heart raced as I neared my neighbors yard. I couldn’t believe I was once again going over to watch some teen stud get a piece of ass. Part of me wanted to turn around and just pop in a movie, but then I thought of his broad shoulders, his round tight ass, and I kept moving forward. As I crept between the bushes I was thankful that the day was ending. It would soon be dark and no one would be able to see me creeping about. Not that it would matter; I was well beyond the point of turning back. I peered into their living room window and caught a glimpse of them. They were completely naked. Their hands clasped tightly as they ran into the kitchen. I crept around to the rear of the house. From the back door I got a clear view of the action. He had her on top of the tabled; his mouth devoured hers. The muscles of his back flexed as he worked his hands all over her body. I was hard as a rock and in desperate need of release. Through my shorts I squeezed the head of my cock. Pre cum oozed and dripped down my shaft. I let go and slipped my hand inside. My fingers traveled down past my cock to my heavy set of balls. They were full of cum; I could feel it as I rolled them with my fingers. I resisted the urge to moan as I gave them a quick sharp tug. Inside the action was progressing. The girl was on her knees working her mouth up and down his hardness. My mouth watered as I watched her take every delicious inch of meat. His hands pushed her down to the root where she started to gag. Dumb amateur, I thought to myself, I could easily take all of him and more….

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The Naughty Neighbor

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His shirtless torso dripped with sweat. From my front room window I had a perfect view of the action. I watched as his silly girlfriend wrestled with him. They had been running around his front yard for a while now. I could tell it was all foreplay for them. The scene had been the same for the past two weeks. They were just waiting for his mom to leave. I knew he had to hate the fact that he didn’t have his own place, but he was only home for a few weeks on summer break. At least that’s what his mother had said when she ambushed me at the grocery store. I listened to her politely even though the whole time all I could think of was how much I fantasized about her son.

The girl’s hands went dangerously close to his manhood. I leaned in closer to the blinds as I struggled to see what he would do next. He pulled her closer and was about to kiss her when his mom walked out of the house.

“Hey you two,” his mother yelled. “Don’t make me put the hose on you.”

She laughed and got in her car. Once she drove away we all breathed a sigh of relief. They were in the clear and had the house all to themselves. I was getting hard just thinking about it. They wasted no time getting into the house. I waited a few minutes and then went over to get a better look.

My heart raced as I neared my neighbors yard. I couldn’t believe I was once again going over to watch some teen stud get a piece of ass. Part of me wanted to turn around and just pop in a movie, but then I thought of his broad shoulders, his round tight ass, and I kept moving forward. As I crept between the bushes I was thankful that the day was ending. It would soon be dark and no one would be able to see me creeping about. Not that it would matter; I was well beyond the point of turning back.

I peered into their living room window and caught a glimpse of them. They were completely naked. Their hands clasped tightly as they ran into the kitchen. I crept around to the rear of the house. From the back door I got a clear view of the action. He had her on top of the tabled; his mouth devoured hers. The muscles of his back flexed as he worked his hands all over her body.

I was hard as a rock and in desperate need of release. Through my shorts I squeezed the head of my cock. Pre cum oozed and dripped down my shaft. I let go and slipped my hand inside. My fingers traveled down past my cock to my heavy set of balls. They were full of cum; I could feel it as I rolled them with my fingers. I resisted the urge to moan as I gave them a quick sharp tug.

Inside the action was progressing. The girl was on her knees working her mouth up and down his hardness. My mouth watered as I watched her take every delicious inch of meat. His hands pushed her down to the root where she started to gag. Dumb amateur, I thought to myself, I could easily take all of him and more. With my free hand, I traced the outline of my lips; the…

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Three Years

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Brad’s feet ached as he walked up the last flight of stairs to his apartment. The damn elevator was having routine maintenance done. As he fiddled with getting his key in the lock, he felt the warmth of being gripped tightly from behind. Steve his lover of three years was hugging him around the waist kissing his neck lightly, making a chill go down his spine. He turned each facing the other, lips melting together in a torrent of passion. Steve grabbing Brad’s backside first, then running his hands over the front of his pants, starting to unzip them.

“Wait, let me get the door open.”, said Brad as he took Steve’s hand into his own.

Once inside, Brad was surprised to find that his lover had lighted several candles around the room. They weren’t scented, as Brad never wanted to be distracted from his lover’s own scent.

“Baby, this is great. You are so romantic.”

“You deserve it. You work so hard all day at the office.”

“You’re right. I do deserve it.”,Brad said, pulling Steve in for a quick peck on the cheek.

The glow from the candles flickered, as Steve took Brad’s suit coat and tie, placing them on the living room couch. Brad sat down, taking his shoes off, to rest his feet, while Steve started massaging his shoulders.

“I’m not giving you a foot rub. Pew.”, Steve laughed.

Steve could feel tightness of Brad’s muscles as he worked his fingers in deeper, his face resting against Brad’s cheek. Smelling Steve’s cologne and feeling his caress made Brad really horny. He took him by the arm, pulling him around the end of the couch until he was sitting in his lap. Steve was so cute, only 23, soft brown hair that hung over his forehead, with his big blue eyes peeking between. His lips were full and deep pink, his skin smooth and unblemished. He couldn’t grow a decent mustache if he wanted to. Brad pulled him close, lips tight to Steve’s probing his mouth gently with his tongue, caressing his thigh with his right hand. Squeezing Steve’s bulge, with his right hand, Brad slowly pushed Steve’s shirt up, so he could suck on his nipples. Playfully biting at them, his hands now worked at getting Steve’s jeans off. Steve finished what Brad started and pulled his shirt off. Standing naked before him, Brad was ready to head for their bedroom, when Steve pulled his head down to meet his erect penis.

Still seated on the couch he leaned forward, as Steve thrust into his face. He took him deep into this throat, his nose enjoying his lovers scent, as his pubic hairs came close on each thrust. Brad sucked hard, stopping just to take Steve’s sac into his mouth. He liked to tease him along, licking up and down the shaft, then sucking the head. Playfully Brad ran his hands over Steve’s thighs, and ass cheeks. By the feel of his lover’s body, Brad knew he was ready to climax. Brad tightly gripped Steve’s waist as cum coated his throat, only stopping to give his lover a kiss ,and taste of his own seed.

Steve now took Brad by the hand, leading him into the bedroom. The bed was adorned with tan silk sheets, and red rose pedals, candles again lit the way, for their romance. Brad loved the feel of Steve’s hands as they gently unbuttoned his blue dress shirt, leading down to his belt buckle.
Steve pulled the b…

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