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Spreading his legs slightly he pressed down into my face. I smelled
the mustiness, licked his moistness. Gently I unzipped his fly, pushing my
nose and mouth into his wine , pulling him to me as my hands cupped his
marvelous ass. I licked his cock through his silk, it grew at my touch. I
pulled his briefs down below his balls. He pushed my head back, pressed
his cock against my lips, and forced it deep into my throat. I gripped it
with my throat, milking it, yearning to suck his come deep inside of me. I
loved him so.
The plan was for Jon to move in with me. We went shopping together
planning out some of the clothes he would need. First there was the
underwear, thongs, briefs, cock socks. I wanted something that would show
him at his delicious best. I made plans with a jeweler for a special
silver ring, about the width of a thumb. Under his pants it would lift his
balls and push his cock up and out, a ready invitation for a gentle cupping
squeeze or a long thirst satisfying suck. But there would have to be a
special ceremony for presenting him with this treasure
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Jon came by the office today. He came in, shutting the door, checking that
it was locked. He was wearing his snugly filled jeans and a short loose
exercise shirt that exposed his hard but smooth belly. In profile his long
legs rose into the gentle curve of his appled ass. He told me that he had a
problem, that he was in love with me. He asked me to get up and come to
him. We held each other. Running my hand around him and up under his
shirt I felt the strength in his back. He pressed his crotch into mine.
We grew hard together. I felt the smooth warmth of his face. I looked
into his spirited eyes. He smiled. Our lips touched. I lightly licked his
lips. His tongue slipped into my throat; my hand down his back and into
his pants. I caressed his ass, sliding my fingers deep into his cleft. He
pushed my head down to his waist, pulling me into his softness and hardness.
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I wiped the sweat from my forehead and drew in my breath, preparing myself for
the next set. Looking up to begin, I gasped at what I saw.
It was him! He was here! The most gorgeous guy I knew was a mere twenty feet
away from me! Quickly, I pulled my gaze away, fearful that he would register
the fact I was staring at his wonderful form.
Occasionally I had seen him here at the University gym, I knew not his name or
his department, but I knew i adored him. He seemed to normally go at a
different time to me; I prefer to exhaust myself last thing at night, after the
days labs and classes, the few times I was able to go through the day, were the
times I had seen him previously. Usually I excercised in solitude, now there
was another in the otherwise quiet, empty gymnasium.
I couldn’t help but let my eyes wander over to his amazing physique. Dressed in
a pair of black cotton rugby shorts and a black training vest his deeply tanned
body rippled with muscle from head to toe, making my athletic body look puny in
comparison. Wih every stride of his tree-trunk thighs the muscled bunched and
quivered, striations criss-crossing the deep v-shaped seperations. As he
breathed the thin vest strained against a huge, deep chest, matched by his
barn-door shoulders and massive arms dwarfing a tiny waist below.
To cap it all, the bastard had the face of an angel!
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I’m sitting in my chair, nursing a vodka tonic, a drink I don’t
really like but makes me feel more mature, and I notice this guy’s been
looking at me for about twenty minutes now and while at first he made me
uncomfortable, I’m slowly getting used to it. The song they’re playing is
called “Fingerfoc” and it’s by a band that calls itself Friends of
Carlotta. I don’t know what this means but it is danceable nonetheless.
I want to get up and dance, but I don’t want to leave my drink
sitting there and they’re not allowed on the dance floor–drinks that is.
I look back to my right and he’s still looking at me. He maintains the
stare long enough to let me know he’s looking at me and then I guess he
get’s nervous because he turns and looks away after a few more seconds.
I suck down the last of the vodka and then take an ice cube into my
mouth before getting up to dance to “Warlock” by Skinny Puppy. I have this
problem with the video that accompanies this song because it is so
outrageously violent and sadistic, but somehow I’m still drawn to it. I
wish I could explain the emotion.
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His manner of dress was always a turn on like tight faded
50’s, sweats with no underware, or shorts and a tank top. Girls
were forever trying to pickup on him, but he seemed to show little
or no interest in them. The longer we were housemates the closer
we seemed to become. Shay could not seem to do enough for me. He
would wash my car, do my laundry and clean and cook. He remembered
father’s day and my birthday with cards and gifts. The only negative
was that he would often go out with his male buddies and drink a
lot of beer, but never to the point that he caused me any problem.
The positive side of that was that occasionally he would bring other
young guys over and that would provide some new sceanery for me.
In fact he brought a friend named Cody over a couple of times, what
a hunk he was, but that is another story that did not surface again
to another 6 years. One of Shay’s friends was getting married and
Shay went to a bachelor party one Saturday night. He returned home
around 11pm feeling pretty good after drinking a few beers. He had
the remainder of a 12 pack with him and a video tape. I was wathching
an old movie on TV and Shay got us both a beer and watched the rest
of the movie with me. After the movie I asked him how the party was
and he said great. I asked him why he was home so early and he said
the group had decided to go to a topless bar and he did not want
to go. We talked for a while and then Shay asked me if I would like
to wathch the video they had watched at the party. I said sure. He
put it on and we both sat down on the couch to watch it. It was hard
core porn and was obviously a home made tape made by copying segements
of several commerical porn films. The first segment was a straight
sex, male – female, sucky fucky show. Then to my supprise the next
piece was a gay segment with two young guys getting it on. Shay became
very restless during this portion and was for sure getting aroused.
The next part was two women, and during this part Shay went into
the bedroom and put on a pair of cutoff sweats. He returned just
as another part with three guys in it started. I then realized that
it was the gay parts that were turning Shay on. He got up and went
to get us both another beer and I could see the hardon he had a mile
away as the front of his sweats looked like a pup tent. Shortly after
he sat back down the tape ended. He asked if I wanted to watch some
of the tape again and I said why not.
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I exploded with a load up his ass, trying not to let him know I
was awake. He climbed off me and came back into the room with
a warm wet towel. He cleaned me up and buttoned up my levis and
left. Wow, I’d never felt better in my life!! The next morning
nothing changed we both acted like nothing happened. But every
time after that when we were alone…I “fell asleep” and we’d
do it again!!
