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I believe the best way to sell a car is to let the customer enjoy my thick asian cock.

My boss's motto is, “the feel of the wheel makes the deal”. My motto is, “The feel of my giant asian cock seals the deal”. as i stand out on the hot pavement waiting for my next sell, i wonder what the day will bring? how many sales will I have? how many times will i use my awesome asian cock? how many balls will I drain?

“Excuse me sir, are you david?”, a young asian stud suddenly says to me. “yes, i am”, I reply. He is a sexy beast. He goes on to tell me that his friend, jason, bought a car from me, and that jason was very satisfied with my services.

“he said you would take good care of me. I need to be taken care of”, he said. “Cum this way”, i replied. We walk the lot to find a car that will work for him. “will you take it in the brown with a stick?”, i smugly ask him. I pull out a car and tell him to hop in. Once on the road, i can feel my throbbing asian cock grow hard. i pull over to let him drive.

As we pull back into the lot, i instruct him to pull around back. he does so like a good little asian bitch. we get out of the car and i fold down the rear seat to demonstrate the room. He climbs in back with me. I start to unbutton his shirt and make him comfortable. “now let me see that huge asian cock i’ve heard so much about?”, he asks. i unleash my weapon of mass destruction to let him play with it. He licks my asian cock head. I fuck his face hard. all down his throat. he slurps and drools all over my cock. I reach for his bulge which is quit nice. I yank on his sleek asian rod. “assume the position”, i order him. he quickly gets on all fours and sticks his awaiting ass up in the air. “tell me how much you want this car”, I scream as I slide my long asian cock deep inside him. as i fuck his little asian ass, he cries out, “I want this car, I want it”. I smack him on his ass. my explosion up his ass forces him to take asian cock cum. I lay him down and suck him dry, swallowing his cream whole.

“now lets go do the paperwork”, i say to him with a wink. Perfect sales technique.

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The phone was ringing. I knew this to be true but was unable to move to answer it because I was really still asleep but it just wouldn't stop.

Finally I felt Michael sit up and reach over me to the nightstand. He picked up the phone and said. "Callin & Callin, can I help you?" Then. "Oh fuck! Oh shit, what am I saying?" He fumbled around and finally turned on the light. "I'm so sorry! I was asleep. This isn't Callin & Callin." Then plaintively. "Can I help you?"

"Oh hi Rosie. Jeff is right here. Well of course he is, this is his house. Hang on Rosie."

I was approaching consciousness due mainly to Michael shaking me and calling my name.

"Jeff! Jeff! It's Rosie! On the phone! God she must think I'm a moron!" Michael handed me the phone and then fell back against the pillow with his hands over his face.

I sat up, shielding my eyes from the light on the nightstand and took the phone.

"You ever sleep Rosie?"

"Hardly ever boss. You fellas sure are smooth, first thing in the morning."

"I thought I was doing great, although I don't think that Michael's a morning person."

Michael had rolled over onto his stomach and covered his head with the pillow. His voice was muffled. "Tell her I'm not usually this dumb!"

"Michael says to tell you that he's not usually this dumb."

Rosie was laughing. "Boss, when you look like Michael, it just don't matter. Actually with his looks he could get away with bein a whole lot dumber."

I laughed. "Rosie, I hope you didn't call at 5:30 in the morning to flirt with my boyfriend."

"Nope boss. I got a call a couple of hours ago from that dude that I always talk to in Australia. Well anyway, he tells me he's seein big buy orders comin through from the big houses. So I wanted to see if it was gonna continue, you know like when they started trading in Europe and it did at first and then it stopped but now it's started again and I'm thinking you might wanna cover you short positions before this hits New York."

She had my total attention now. "How big Rosie?"

"Huge Boss, this ain't speculators, this is the big houses. Futures are up almost twenty points on Globex."

"You got the buy orders ready Rosie?"

"Boss, I just gotta push the button."

"No sense in being greedy, do it Rosie."

"Orders are in Boss. Want me to call you with the fill prices?"

"No, I'll be in later. We can go over it all then. I'm thinking of going short Crude, think about and we'll talk later."

She laughed. "You think they jiven us about this war?"

I yawned and ran my right hand over Michael's shoulders. "I'm thinking maybe. Ask Henry to put together a strategy." I lifted the covers and peaked at Michael's butt. He pulled the covers back around him and mumbled. "Pervert!"

There was an aggravated tone to Rosie's voice. "If he ever gets his lazy butt in here."

"Now, now, Rosie. Not everyone is an insomniac." Then quickly. "No, no, don't even say it! You can leave as soon as New York closes. Hell, earlier if you want. Aaaaannnnddd a bonus!"

"Now you're talkin my language Boss!"

"So then it's okay if I go back to playing with my boyfriend?"

Rosie was laughing. "Boss honey, you give that boy a big kiss for me."

"Well, if you insist Rosie, I may just do that very thing."

After hanging up I slid down and pulled Michael to me. He rolled over and laid his head on my right shoulder and his arm over my chest. "She's gonna tell everybody in your office that you're married to an idiot."

I laughed. "She thinks you're cute, real cute actually." I kissed his forehead. "I do too." Michael moved his right leg over mine, his upper thigh lightly pressing against my cock.

Michael whispered into my chest. "I don't want to go to work. I don't ever want to leave this room."

I put my hand on the side of Michael's head and lightly ran my fingers through his hair. I kissed him again. "I feel like you're safe in my arms, that we're safe together, warm and safe. Well, maybe warm, safe and horny."

Michael giggled into my chest and then sighed. "Is it fucking snowing out?"

"Can't tell but probably."

An idea began to form but I decided to take it slowly. "What? You don't like the snow? You're supposed to love it, you live in Wisconsin."

"God Jeff, I hate it when it's like this, cold, dreary."

I rubbed Michael's back. "Think you could get tomorrow off?"

"I don't know. Why? You know, come to think of it, I've never asked for a day off."

"It'd be a long weekend. We could go someplace warm, someplace we could lie naked in the sun."

Michael lifted his head off of my chest. "Where? You know we'd never get tickets. This time of year you can't just call and expect to leave the next day, besides, the drive to Milwaukee, it's all just so far."

"Well, first things first. You think there's a chance of getting the day off, then we could leave tonight when you get off work?"

Michael was obviously getting into the idea of taking off for someplace warm. He sat up and then swung his leg over so that he was straddling my lap. "You know, I just might be able to. If I can get off I'll have my secretary start calling around for tickets."

I held my hand up for a second and then lightly touched Michael's arm. "No babe, let Rosie take care of it. You're right, it'll be hard to get tickets and Rosie wrote the book on this sorta stuff." The ice was getting very thin.

Michael's knees were squeezing me in excitement. "Okay, so where are we goin?"

"I've got a house in Florida...Naples. My dad bought the property back in the sixties and built the house just before he died. Janet tried getting it in the divorce but my dad had set it up in a trust that she couldn't break. He never did like her."

"What about your mom? Won't she be there?"

I laughed. "Oh god! Leave Palm Beach? No fucking way! Anyway, I'm sure she's convinced that when I'm there it's just one big gay orgy after another. She'd never come near the place." I smiled up at Michael. "You're excited."

Michael looked like a little boy. "You bet I am. It's just that this endless winter drags me down and................well the whole thing about the boy, Scott. Not exactly designed to chase away the winter blues." He smiled down at me and then laid his head next to mine and stretched his legs out so that he was lying on top of me. "I wanna be naked with you. Someplace where it's warm enough to be naked. Just you and me, together, in the sun. God I hope Rosie can find tickets!"

I kissed Michael's forehead. "Count on it. Rosie never fails." Then covering my ass. "I'll tell her to do whatever she's gotta do." I was lying to my boyfriend and at some point in the next eight hours I was gonna have to undo it. I........I just didn't want to freak him out. He's sensitive about the difference in our financial situations and I don't blame him, I would be too if our positions were reversed.

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I rammed the car through the snow bank that had built up at the entrance to the private part of the airport, the wheels spinning uselessly for a second and then catching. In the distance it looked like the huge yellow snowplows were just finishing up the job of clearing the runways, their overhead lights flashing and casting a strange, pulsing glow across the piles of snow around the runway.

Michael was yelling. "I should be fucking mad at you! I don't mow fucking lawns for a living! I'm a fucking attorney!" Michael turned his head quickly and glared at me. "I can pay my own way!"

"I know! I know you can." As we were approaching the guardhouse I slowed down and glanced at Michael. "Look! I fucked up!" Then softly. "I love you. Don't be mad."

The guard looked hard at my car and then, recognizing me, waved me through. I speeded up and swung a bit to the right and headed to the hangar.

Michael turned slightly in his seat. "This doesn't have anything to do with my love for you." He turned back so that he was facing forward and spoke softly. "I love you too.......and that isn't going to change. But Jeff, you should have told me. Maybe I wouldn't have wanted to go but maybe I would. The fact is that you didn't want me to make that decision."

"Baby, I fucked up. You're right. You should have had the chance to say no. And you're right that I thought you might say no, so I tried to take that decision away from you." I reached for Michael's hand and he didn't pull it away. His fingers were warm and dry. "I'll never do it again! I promise that I won't make your decisions for you. I do respect you. You know that don't you?" The plane was directly in front of us, its lights rotating and flashing rhythmically, the captain, Jim Walderson standing by the stairs with a younger man in a parka. "We don't have to go now. Just say the word and we can go back home or drive to Milwaukee and catch a commercial flight."

Michael looked at me seriously. "I'm paying for half of this. And you're taking the check. No bullshit!"

I was totally guilty of everything that Michael had accused me of. A person can get used to making the decisions............for everyone. But I never should have done that with Michael. He was right, I treated him like I didn't trust him to make the right decision and now I was terrified that I had damaged a relationship that was the best thing that had ever happened to me.

"Does that mean that you forgive me?" I tried the slightest of smiles.

Michael gave me a despairing look. "Of course I forgive you! I fucking love you!" He reached over and took my face in his hands and spoke softly. "Love you." Then even more softly. "I didn't fall in love with you for the day, or the weekend and I didn't do it thoughtlessly, and it isn't going to change. The only thing that I ask, is that you respect me, as much as I respect you."

"I promise Michael. Really, I promise." Then a long second later. I looked down and then back up at him. "I need you to kiss me."

And then his lips were on mine, his arms around my neck, a little sound coming from the back of his throat. His breath was warm and clean tasting as I inhaled it and I could feel a faint stubble on his face. As we were breaking the kiss I could see Walderson over by the plane, staring at his feet.

"Hun, we better get on board. If that's what you really want. But," I nodded towards the plane, "we're keeping the crew waiting."

Michael smiled. "Florida! Let's go!"

I waved at the captain and he immediately sent the younger man over to help us with our luggage and he then took my car and pulled it into the hangar. Michael and I walked towards the plane. I held my hand out to the captain.

"Jim, this is my partner Michael Worthington." Jim Walderson is probably the calmest, most unflappable, man that I've ever known, a great quality in a pilot.

Jim and Michael extended their hands simultaneously. "Nice to meet you Mr. Worthington."

Michael smiled. "Just Michael, Jim." He laughed. "Too cold for formality."

Jim started to steer us towards the plane. "Well fellas, I can help you with the cold part. Hop on board and I'll have you in seventy degree weather in a few hours." Then pointing at the doorway. "Bill is in there. He'll fix you boys up with a couple of drinks and a nice dinner.

We climbed into the plane and Bill, the steward, came over and helped us off with our coats, which he then hung up. Terry, the co-pilot wave to us from the cockpit as we walked past it.

Bill had a tendency to fill every empty second with conversation and while that's a trait that normally aggravates me with Bill it just seems funny.

Bill said. "God, when you think about it, this is just like White Christmas in reverse. Instead of going north for the snow we're going south for the sun. Well, if you guys are Bing Crosby and Danny Kaye, I quess that means that I must be either Rosemary Clooney or Vera Ellen." Bill had just gotten us seated on either side of a table facing each other and as he turned to walk towards the front of the plane. "Great chow tonight Mr. Palmer. I raided Lufthansa."

The planes engines revved high and then settled down and we began to roll slowly towards the main runway, the wing tips of the plane flapping gently. The phone on the table buzzed and Jim asked me if we were ready to go. "The sooner the better, Jim."

Michael was looking around and slowly shaking his head. He looked at me and laughed.

"Holy shit!" He rubbed the bridge of his nose and then looked at me again. "I see that you're not exactly a new customer."

I reached out and took his hand in mine, not sexually or even romantically but just a contact. "It's not really any different than a sky box at a football stadium. We deal with people who handle huge amounts of money, sometimes you need things like this. We used to have our own but now we just use Jim's company. They've got four of these Falcon 900's and they can take you about anywhere."

"The last couple of years before my dad died he used them a lot, private planes that is, not this company. He was so sick at times that he just couldn't deal with a commercial flight and also I think that when he was in Florida he felt he could be however he wanted to be. He didn't have to put up a brave front if he didn't feel like it. Nobody knew him there."

The phone buzzed again just as we were making the turn onto the main runway. It was Bill. "Mr. Palmer, I figure you want you usual martini but I was wondering what Mr. Worthington would like."

I looked up at Michael. "Martini?" He nodded yes.

"Make it two, Bill."

"Just as soon as we're airborne Mr. Palmer. Just another couple of minutes."

The plane completed its swing and the engines revved up to what seemed almost impossible power and then we were hurtling down the runway. A few seconds later and the nose came up and we were away.

The relatively few lights of the mostly dormant airport were quickly disappearing beneath us and then we were climbing above farmhouses in the countryside with porch lights casting yellow circles on the snow. The plane began to level off around thirty thousand feet and Bill came aft with a pitcher of Martini's.

"Gentlemen, if you would like to have these drinks back in the lounge I'll set the table for dinner while you're relaxing." We got up and followed Bill back to an area with a sofa and cocktail table.

I pulled Michael down next to me. He sprawled on the sofa, leaning against me, our heads touching. Bill headed off to the galley area and I put my arm around Michael's neck and untied his necktie and then pulled it off.

"You've forgiven me." It was a statement.

He turned his head slightly and looked into my eyes. "Of course." He smiled and then touched his forehead to mine. "If I didn't forgive you I wouldn't get to make love to you. And..........if I didn't get to make love to you," he waved his hand, "what would be the point of.............anything?" My arm was stilled draped over Michael's shoulder and I pulled him in for a kiss.

I snuggled my head next to Michael's. "Tell me about your day."

Michael swung his legs up on the sofa and was lying with his back against me and his head resting on the side of my chest. My arm was lying across his chest. He rubbed his hand over his eyes. "Frantic, like always. We're working on a big acquisition for a client and there's like a zillion details to deal with. Oh, by the way, Caldwell said that he was sending you a preliminary report on the boy, Scott. But don't look for too much just yet. It's just gonna be stating what's already known, what we need to find out and how he's gonna go about it. Like a plan."

I suddenly remembered again something that had occurred to me earlier. "Shit! Michael I remembered something today that I never even told the cops. Remind me to email them when we get to the house."

He twisted around in my arms and looked at me. "What?"

"When I was pulling in to that rest area there was an old van pulling out. It was quite a ways away from me but I think it was white or some light color." I sighed. "Doesn't add much does it?"

Michael rolled back around. "No way to know. If we start turning up possibles it could mean a lot. How old you figure it was?"

"Geez, I'm really bad at guessing the age of cars. Five, ten years old. Hell, it coulda been twenty. I'm clueless when it comes to stuff like cars. But if they went in to the john they musta seen the kid and maybe even dropped him there."

Bill suddenly appeared on my left. He hunkered down next to us and spoke quietly, almost conspiratorially. "Fellas, I put your salads on the table and whenever you feel like eating them is fine. We've got plenty of time. When you guys start on them I'll start the other stuff." I knew that Bill was gay and rumor had it that he and the copilot, Terry, were an item. It felt good that he was gay too, like we had someone with us who understood.

As Bill was walking away Michael twisted in my arms so that he was lying with his cock pressed against my leg. God, his butt looked perfect! He looked up at me with those hazel eyes and the softest looking, longest looking eyelashes. He wrapped his arms around my waist and said. "I want you to fuck me this weekend. I wanna feel what it's like." My cock was instantly hard.

I ran my fingers through Michael's hair. "I wanna fuck you bad! But are you sure you're ready?"

"Only one way to find out." He reached down and grabbed my very obvious hardon. "This from the thought of fucking me?"

"Yep."

Michael just smiled and said. "Oh my."

I bent my head down and kissed the top of his. His hair was touching my face. "Whatdya say we eat some dinner?"

Michael pushed himself up off of the sofa and then pulled me up. He had come right from work and was still wearing a white dress shirt that we had managed to wrinkle a bit and dark gray dress pants that were tenting out with his hardon.

We sat down and started eating our salads. Michael glanced up at me and then said. "So, is it gonna hurt?"

I smiled at him. "The salad? I don't think so but eat it slowly."

Michael made a grinning face at me. "Smart ass! You know what I mean. Just how painful is giving you my virginity gonna be?"

From the way he said it I had to laugh. I rested my chin on my hand and tried to look thoughtful. "I'm not sure that technically it's your virginity. Well.........maybe it is. Anyway," I reached forward and ran the back of my knuckles over the back of his hand, "if we're careful and take our time, it doesn't have to be painful and once you get used to it, it's fucking fantastic."

Michael smiled with a mouthful of salad, then after swallowing he said. "How much screaming am I gonna be doing before the fucking fantastic part?"

I laughed. "Not much, anyway, the gag stops most of it."

Michael laughed and then his face turned serious. He reached out with his index finger and touched my hand. "I've been thinking about you inside of me. Sometimes at work it just kinda pops into my head. It's almost like......well.....like a need." He blushed slightly and waved his hand as if to wave the idea away. "I sound like an idiot."

"Michael, in a way it is a need. At least I think that I know what you mean. I don't have a lot more experience than you but I had been fucked before and while it was okay it wasn't like it is with you." I was looking into his eyes and then looked away. "With you it's something more..........it's the love I guess. Anyway, it's way better than before."

We were just finishing our salads and Bill showed up with chicken breasts that had been roasted with slices of truffles under the skin, oven roasted potato's and asparagus with hollandaise sauce. "Were the salads okay guys?"

We both nodded enthusiastically. "They were great Bill."

Michael looked at me and slowly shook his head. "I'm gonna gain a hundred pounds living with you. You always eat like this?"

I tapped the edge of his plate with my fork. "Eat! You're gonna need your strength. You burn a lot of calories moaning."

I took a bite of chicken and then stared over at Michael. "You really do have a gorgeous butt." I laughed, partly because it was embarrassing. "When you put on one of my suits in the morning and you're walking around tying your tie and stuff I watch the way that your butt moves in my pants, the way that the material contours itself to you butt cheeks."

Michael took a sip of wine and said. "How come you never told me you were lusting after my ass?"

"I didn't wanna freak ya out. I was just thrilled that you were fucking me. You're getting pretty good at that you know."

Michael reached over and interlaced his fingers through mine. "I like my work."

Then Michael's face got a bit darker. Any surprises waiting for me in Florida, like a twenty thousand square foot mansion or anything?

I chewed down on one of the tiny roasted potato's. "Nope! I'll give you the whole story. Sometime during the late fifties or sixties my dad started going to Naples instead of Palm Beach. He owned a house in Palm Beach, actually the one my mom lives in now but for some reason he wanted to explore Naples. Anyway, he falls in love with it and buys something like sixty acres on the gulf but for years he didn't do anything with it. Now I know that sixty acres on the water seems like a big deal now, but back then it wasn't. I can remember when I was a little boy and my dad would mention that land, it was like it wasn't a big deal. He figured he got it cheap and finally in the early nineties he built a house on about ten of the acres and sold off the rest."

Michael gave me a wide eyed look. "Still, ten acres on the gulf! How big is the house?

I felt guilty. I always feel guilty about what I have, what's been given to me. "It's about thirty seven hundred square feet and..........it's pretty nice. Two years ago I had it remodeled to kinda bring it up to date."

I touched Michael's arm to get his attention. "Michael, it's really important to me that you understand, because most people don't. All that I was ever taught from the time that I was a little kid was the responsibility that I had, responsibility to employees and responsibility to our investors. I know that there are rich kids who just spend their lives fucking off but I wasn't raised that way. When I wake up in the morning the first thing that hits me is the fear that maybe, somehow, I fucked up, that somehow I did something that might put in jeopardy the future of our investors or employees." I cocked my head and looked at Michael. "You're the only truly happy thing that's happened to me since before my kids decided they hated me."

Michael had been staring at me while I spoke, then he reached out and pulled my head forward and kissed me, then slowly released me and sat back down. He held my eyes for a moment and then ducked his head. I could still feel his lips where they had been pressed to mine. "I do understand, or rather I'm beginning to. I guess at first I didn't understand." He smiled at me. "Some lawyer huh? I make English sound like it's not my first language."

I reached across the table and touched the side of Michael's forehead with the back of my fingers. "It's okay. I understand what you're saying.......and thanks."

Michael smiled at me and laid his head on his hand. "So I guess this means we won't have to sleep in a tent on the beach?"

I got up and pulled Michael back over to the sofa and pulled him down onto my lap. His left arm was around my neck and my arms were around his waist. I could feel the warmth of his body through his shirt. He made me feel so good, just his being there, just his being him.

"No babe, you won't have to sleep in a tent."

Michael turned slightly and laid his head on my shoulder, his mouth was next to my ear and he whispered softly. "I want you in me Jeff. I wanna feel your cock shooting in me, for us to be totally together. I mean, I know we have but for me this'll be different."

I kissed Michael's neck just under his chin. "I wonder if there's anyway we can get em to fly this plane faster?"

Michael slid backward off of my lap onto the sofa. "Doesn't matter, I'll still be hard. I've been hard since we met. My dick must think that I've started making porn movies."

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We came in over the Gulf of Mexico and settled slowly to the runway of the Naples Municipal Airport, the engines reversed thrust and soon we were moving to the private part of the airport.

Bill came up to us with our coats that seemed so inappropriate now. "Mr. Palmer, it's been wonderful to see you again and Mr. Worthington wonderful to meet you for the first time."

"Been great to see you again too Bill. You gonna be on the return flight on Sunday?"

Bill was standing with his hands clasped in front of his body. "Yes sir. We're picking a couple of businessmen up in about an hour, dropping them in Chicago and then on to Madison. But will be here Sunday evening to pick you up. Oh, and Mr. Walderson had your car brought over like usual. The keys are under the mat."

After the twenty degree weather that we had just experienced in Wisconsin, the seventy degree, warm, humid air hit as shock. The car that I keep in Florida was sitting about fifty feet from where the plane stopped. Michael stepped off the bottom steps of the stairs and held his arms up in the air.

"Thank fucking all!" He spun around twice and then hugged me hard. "God Jeff, I fucking love it!"

I couldn't stop smiling. Seeing Michael this happy, not in love happy but just joyous, little boy happy, gave me a tremendous thrill. I wanted more than anything to shower him with things he had never experienced, things he had never owned or ever dreamed existed but of course, I couldn't, not yet anyway. I knew that for at least a while there was no way the Michael would ever tolerate that.

I put my hands on his hips and said, "So this means you kinda like this?"

He rested his arms on my shoulders. "Babe, I fucking love it!"

We loaded our little bit of luggage into my dad's old BMW and headed for the house. My house has about three hundred feet of ocean or rather gulf frontage, almost every room faces the water. The master bedroom complex is the southern most room, followed to the north by a small media room, the kitchen, dining room and living room. Then on the east side of the house is a library/office and various utility rooms also the stairway that leads to the second floor, which has another three bedrooms. My dad loved the house and shortly before his death had a pool and patio put in just in front of the living room and dining room. At some point during my dad's trips to the area, somebody had gotten bit by a shark in the gulf and he decided that he wasn't taking any chances.

I use a service that keeps the house clean and when I'm coming down or going back home they go in and either stock up on food and clean the place or pitch the food and clean the place. Yes, it's indulgent and yes I feel guilty about it but I'm working on that. Actually Rosie has been a big help in adjusting my attitude towards these things and since she knows how nutty I get about it, whenever I'm headed down there she'll usually call and make all the arrangements.

Twenty minutes later we were pulling into the driveway. I pulled into the garage and we grabbed our stuff and went through the hallway that led to the kitchen. I was flipping on lights as we went. A dark house that hasn't been lived in feels so dead.

I pulled Michael through a dimly lit living room over to the French doors that led to the patio and pool. I flipped a switch and the pool glowed sapphire blue with tropical fish and turtles done in mosaics of bright yellows and greens, swimming through mosaic seaweed, around the sides of the pool.

Michael looked at me. "Can we go out there?"

"Babe you can do anything you want."

Michael turned to me and laid his chin on my shoulder and put his arms around my waist. "I wanna brush my teeth, take a shower with you and then have sex, also with you."

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Michael hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his boxer shorts and pulled them down and then off. I watched as the elastic waistband was stretched over his gorgeous butt and then reformed itself against his thighs as he removed the shorts. I stepped behind him and wrapped my arms around his narrow waist, pulling him back against me. I kissed the back of his neck and then the side of his jaw as he twisted his head. The energy of life was so intense in him, like a sleek racehorse with quivering muscles.

He giggled and then reached behind himself and grabbed my hard cock. "Ya like me, huh?"

I ran my left hand slowly down the front of his body, feeling the rise and fall of his chest, and then wrapped my hand around his cock. "Yep, I'm thinking that I do."

He turned his head slightly again. "You do understand that if you keep slowly jerking me off and poking me in the butt with your dick that I'm probably gonna shoot?"

I smiled and took Michael's hand. "In that case we better get you under running water." I pulled him into the shower. There were eight spray heads shooting warm water at us.

"Wow, great shower!"

We came together in a kiss with the warm water hitting us from all sides, rocking back and forth as we explored each others tongues. I sucking on his and then he on mine and then licking the side of his jaw while he twisted his head back and groaned from the pleasure of it.

I grabbed the shower gel and a sponge and started doing Michael's back. He flexed his shoulders as I rubbed the lather in, my stiff dick swinging and slapping his butt. I reached down and ran a soapy hand between his ass cheeks.

"I'm gonna shove a soapy finger up your butt. Can you handle that?"

Michael turned around and poked me with his dick. "We gotta do something with these or we're gonna put an eye out." I said.

My hand was on Michael hip as he turned. "You're gonna go slow, right?" I moved my hand from his hip to gently cup his balls.

"Real slow, well, as slow as you need." I rested my arms on Michael's shoulders our cocks mashed together. "The point of this is pleasure and I would never hurt you."

Michael's eyes flashed. "Go for it." Then. "Do you want me bent over or anything?"

I turned him toward the wall of the shower, then pulled him away from it about three feet. "Okay, just lean forward with your hands on the wall." I chuckled. "Pretend I'm a cop, it helped me."

I knelt on the floor of the shower with the most beautiful ass that I've ever seen in front of me. I reached forward and soaped Michael's ass thoroughly and then gently began moving just the tip of my little finger into his ass.

"You okay?"

"Feels great, you can do more." With my other hand I reached between Michael's legs and tried to pull his cock backwards between his leg but there was no way that I could even pull it down to horizontal.

"I'm gonna use a bigger finger." I started massaging his butt hole with my middle finger, moving slowly towards the center and then finally pushing it gently into him.

When my finger made it in to the second knuckle Michael said. "Ohhhh!"

"What oh? Good oh or bad oh?"

"More like, oh my fucking god, oh. How far are you in?"

"Second knuckle. Clamp down on my finger as hard as you can."

Michael clamped down. Damn he was tight. I laughed. "Damn you're tight."

"That's good right?"

"Sure is babe. Now I'm gonna lightly massage your prostate with my finger." I moved my finger further into his smooth butt and then started to lightly rub his prostate. He immediately pushed his butt back towards me.

"Oh fuck Jeff!"

I laughed. "You like that?"

"Do it again Jeff........and try two fingers"

My own cock was practically squirting precum and looking between Michael's spread legs I could see a long string of precum running from the head of his dick to the floor of the shower. Periodically his dick would pulse and another glob of it would run down the strand. I reached forward and let some accumulate in my hand and then rubbed it around the head of Michael's cock. His legs immediately tensed up and he began to double over.

"Fuck no Jeff! Man, I am so fucking close to shooting!" I let go of his cock at once.

"Okay babe, just relax. I'm goin in with two." I pushed in the first half inch of my middle finger and then joined it with my index finger. When they first went in together Michael made a little noise, more of surprise than pain.

"All right Michael, now I'm just holding my hand steady and I want you to push back against it. If it hurts, stop." After a few minutes I was able to move freely and more or less painlessly in and out of Michael's butt.

Michael turned his head and looked down at me. "I want......I need you in me Jeff. Now." I reached over and turned the shower off and turned the steam on low.

"Okay, come on down on you hands and knees." Michael got down on the floor of the shower and before facing the wall he kissed me and sucked on my tongue.

Michael smiled. "Okay, I'm ready." Then. "Go slow."

As I touched the head of my dick to Michael's asshole the problem for me was to keep from cumming as soon as I started to enter him. I was concentrating on the memory of seeing my grandmother naked and then before I knew it Michael had pushed halfway back onto my dick. I looked down at his gorgeous butt with my cock sticking halfway into it and further up his body the broad spread of his shoulders. His head was thrown back and he was making an "ennnn, ennnn, ennnn," sound. I pulled my cock back a little and then began the slowest possible fucking motion. His head was turned slightly to the side and the hard line of his jaw was visible with a faint shadow of stubble and his mouth partly open.

When I pull my cock almost all the way out of Michael's ass and his muscles clamp down just behind the head of my dick the sensation is almost overwhelming.

"Oh fuck I love you!" That just came out, outta nowhere, I meant it but it was like my conscious mind wasn't saying it, like it was coming from somewhere deep. "I'm gonna go a little faster. Can you take it?"

"Yeah. I think anyway. Try it. Ahhhh! Are you all the way in?"

I had been slowly pushing forward and now my balls were lying against Michael's. "Yep, I am now. You okay?"

"Fuck Jeff, it's.........it's fucking unreal. By the way, I love you too. Kiss me." Michael rose up with my cock buried to the hilt in him and twisted his head and torso so that we could complete some sort of kiss, my arms were wrapped around his chest.

"Michael let's try this on our sides. Just drop slowly forward and then turn on your side."
My cock fell out on the way down but once I was positioned behind Michael on the floor of the shower I lifted his right leg and crossed my right leg over his left and entered him again. In this position it was easier to kiss and also easier to fuck.

"Oh yeah," Michael said, "this is way easier! Fuck me harder Jeff." Then quickly. "Not real hard but a little bit." He reached back with his right hand and placed it on my hip.

"Guide me with your hand Michael. If you want harder pull and if you want me to slow down just hold me back." My cock was moving smoothly in and out of his ass. Michael was incredibly tight but it was obvious that he was loving this big time and had even begun pushing back against me on my forward stroke.

My left arm was under Michael's head and my right hand was under his right knee, holding his leg up out of the way as I fucked him. I was moving fully into him now, slowly but strongly. Michael was gasping quietly and regularly on each thrust into him. I knew where he was at. It's that point where you're balanced between pain and pleasure, where you don't really think you can stand much more of it but at the same time the sheer physical pleasure is almost overwhelming.

"Oh God, Jeff! Oh fuck, I don't know!" His head was rolling back and forth on my arm.

"You okay babe? Want me to stop?"

"No! Not yet anyway." I let go of his leg and wrapped my hand around his cock, which after going soft right after I entered him, was now rock hard and plastered up against his stomach. I was at the point where I could cum any time that I wanted to and I didn't want this fuck to get to the point where it might turn into a negative thing.

"Feel my hand on your dick?"

"Oh fucking yes!"

I put my mouth right by his ear. "I'm gonna shoot my cum in your ass Michael. A big load of hot creamy white cum just for you babe." As soon as I said the words I could feel Michael's body react, his stomach muscles tightened, his back began to arch and his leg muscles began to tense. He half turned his head to me.

"I'm cumming. Oh fuck I'm cumming" I was just holding his dick when he began to spray his semen up over his upper chest and left shoulder, at the same time I was shooting in his ass. I thought for a moment that I was going to pass out from the steam and the intensity of my orgasm but I laid back on the floor of the shower my dick still draining itself into Michael's ass and tried to catch my breath.

I pulled Michael over so that he was half on top of me, his back to the side of my chest. I looked at him gasping for breath and when I reached over and started to spread his cum over his chest his head just rolled toward me while his stomach muscles went into spasm.

His eyes were half closed but when I started to smear his cum around they flashed open and he said," Oh fuck! "then closed them.

We laid there for a while just listening to our hearts beat and our lungs catch up. I could feel my cock begin to drop out of Michael's butt. He just said. "Oh!"

I laced my fingers through his. "So? Was it what you thought?"

He didn't answer right away but sat up and then turned over so that he was lying with his face on my shoulder and his left leg over my mine. He kissed the side of my jaw. He spoke very softly into the side of my neck.

"I............it was so intense. I could feel you shoot in me." He touched the other side of my face lightly with his fingertips. "Why is that so different? I mean.........when you were fucking me and especially when you came in me...........it changed things."

I kissed the side of his head. "Good change or bad change?"

He answered quickly. "Good change! But..........it's kinda weird...........cause I was totally in love with you before the fuck but I'm even more in love with you now and in kinda a different way."

I was stroking Michael's wet hair. "Different how?"

"I'm not really sure............I guess that I have to think about it but it's a sense of rightness...............maybe a feeling of belonging."

I was beginning to become aware of just how hard a marble floor can be. "Michael, we do have a bed ya know."

We got up at the same time and turned the shower back on. Michael smiled at me. "My ass feels................used." He wrapped his arms around me. "I like it."

A few minutes later we were climbing into our bed. I started to lie on my left side so that Michael could spoon me from behind but he stopped me. "Do that to me...........okay?"
He rolled onto his right side and I molded the front of my body to the back of his, my soft cock pressed against his butt. "Yeah, like that, just like that." He pulled my left arm against his chest.

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hotel fun

My name is Dillon. I live in a small town in the western USA. So small, in fact, that me and my step-father need to actually leave town just to go fishing. We do this every summer, for 2 weeks. Two weeks of fishing, eating, laughing, talking, blah blah blah. Or at least, that"s what it was all about... until I turned eighteen.

You see, my and my step-father, when we leave town, have to get a hotel room near the lake where we fish. Usually we get a room with 2 beds, but the summer after I turned eighteen the only room available was a room with one queen sized bed.

Now, I had secretly always wanted to see my step-father"s cock. Since I was sixteen, I"d been trying to catch him as he was in the shower, but unfortunately his shower has fogged glass so you can"t see anything below his chest. So I would try to catch him walking out of the shower, but for one reason or another I was never able to. I caught a glimpse of it once, at the public swimming pool. We had just come in to get changed, and he peeled off his wet shorts (which already outlined his assets quite well) right in front of me. He had quickly grabbed a towel, however, so I only saw it for a split second. I don"t even remember what it looked like. All I remember is that he had a patch of dark pubic hair.

So anyway. Our favorite hotel (free breakfast, among other things) only had one room available, and that room only had one bed. Not one to cancel his plans, my step-father paid for the room. We went upstairs, unloaded our clothes, fishing gear, and all that, and went to dinner.

When we returned, I decided to go straight to bed. So did he. He stripped down to his super-tight black underwear, and I felt my cock growing. I quickly got under the covers on my side of the bed and turned away from him, so there would be no chance that he would notice my hard-on. He climbed into the other side of the bed, and turned out the light.

I had trouble sleeping. About an hour after we"d gone to bed, my step-father rolled over so that he was facing me, and started snoring. Eager to see what I could get out of this experience, I pulled off my underwear and I inched backwards until we were practically spooning. I could feel his soft cock against my ass, and I desperately wanted more. So I clenched my ass muscles, and slowly maneuvered myself so that his cock was in the crack of my ass. My own cock was throbbing, so I grabbed it with one hand and started slowly jacking off, pulling the foreskin back and forth slowly as to not shake the bed and wake him. With my other hand, I reached behind me and gently ran my finger along the length of my step-father"s huge member. It must have been 5 inches, totally soft. I pushed a little bit harder against his cock, and I felt it twitch. I instantly stopped everything I was doing, and froze.

A minute later, I resumed my work. His cock had grown a bit, thickening and lengthening until it was easily 7 inches long. It wasn"t hard, but I knew it would be if I kept going. Then my step-father grunted in his sleep, and stopped snoring. I returned to my side of the bed, and went to sleep.

The next morning was day one of our fishing adventure. We followed our usual routine, and returned to the hotel empty handed. The fish were just not biting that day.

My step-father decided to have a shower, and I sat down to watch some TV. He stepped into the bathroom, but left the door open a few inches. I peeked into the room, and could see him starting the water in the shower. I almost gasped - the glass on the shower was perfectly clear, and I knew that he would never see me watching him.

So I leaned closer to the bathroom door, and gazed at his huge dick as he got ready for his shower. It was longer than I had thought, and was uncircumcised like mine. He had a ton of pubic hair, and hairy balls. My own cock was growing harder by the second, now pushing hard against my pants. My step-father stepped into the shower, and started soaping himself all over. I watched, and started slowly rubbing my now aching cock. He washed his dick with care, soaping all around it, rinsing it off, and then he started to jack off. I could see the pleasure in his face, as he pumped his cock in the same rhythm I always pumped mine.

He came with a quiet "Ahhhhh", all over the shower glass. He didn"t bother to rinse it off, he just got out of the shower and slid into his underwear. I quickly turned back to the TV, and he poked his head out of the bathroom.

"Dillon, I"m going to bed. You go to dinner without me, I"m not hungry."

"Neither am I", I replied, "I think I"m going to his the sack as well."

So he walked into the room, his cock still semi-hard against his underwear. I couldn"t help but stare.

"You like what you see?" he asked. I was shocked. I didn"t know how to reply, I felt so ashamed.

"Sorry. It"s just a lot bigger than I"ve ever seen before" I said sheepishly, "And hairier." I added.

"Yeah, well. What can I say, I"m blessed." He said loudly, then crawled into bed. He was facing me, and I stripped down to my boxers. I had a huge boner, and I knew there was no chance of hiding that from him.

"You liked it more than I thought! Look at you, all hard!" He laughed. Then he turned, turned out the light, and I crawled into bed. I turned away from him.

A few hours later, I awoke to the feeling of my cock being stroked, exactly as I had stroked my step-father"s cock the night before. As I slowly became aware of my surroundings, I realized that I had backed into him again, but this time he was the one stroking my underwear. My dick had grown to full size, rearing up against the constraints of the cotton boxers, eager to have more contact with his hand.

I tried to still act like I was asleep, but I couldn"t. I sort of threw my hand behind me, and grabbed his dick. It was rock hard, and the underwear could barely hold it in. It was huge, and I grabbed it and started stroking it eagerly.

He pulled off his underwear, and I turned over to face him. I stuck my head under the pillow, and started licking his balls while stroking his dick. I started licking the shaft, savoring every moment. I cupped his balls in my hand and took as much of his dick into my mouth as I could. I knew I wasn"t getting very far, but I tried my hardest to stuff it all in. I was licking the shaft, gently scratching with my teeth, and I could taste the precum leaking from the tip of his cock. It tasted amazing. I had never tasted precum before, save for that one time I tasted it from the tip of my finger while jacking off to thoughts of him in the shower.

He started moaning, and I knew he was going to come. He had stopped fondling with my cock, and had moved his hands to the back of my head, practically raping my mouth. I loved every minute of it.

He released, shooting his load into my mouth and all over my face. I kept sucking him until he went soft again, and I could finally fit all of him in my mouth. He took a deep breath.

"I need a shower. You are really, really good at that, you know?" he said between deep breaths.

"I"ll shower with you. My face is soaked." I grinned, and gave his cock one final lick before getting out of bed and starting the shower. I made the water as hot as I could stand, and he walked in behind me. He grabbed my ass, and then grabbed the waistband of my underwear and pulled it down. He climbed into the shower, and I went in after him. He got down on his knees and started licking my ass. I was confused at first, but then I realized how good it felt. He reached around me and started jacking me off, and I could only lean against the wall while he explored my asshole with his tongue.

Within a minute, I was coming all over the shower wall, in the same spot he had the night before. He whipped me around and started sucking my dick, bringing it back to full hard-on. He stood up, and turned around. Grinning, I grabbed a bottle of conditioner and lathered it around his ass and my dick. I replaced the bottle, and slowly started pushing my cock into his eager ass. It felt so good, within seconds I was pounding his ass as hard as I could, my balls swinging around and almost hitting his.

I came again, into his ass, and he started jacking off. I turned him around and let him cum all over my face, then I washed it off. I was exhausted, and so was he. We climbed out of the shower, and went back to bed.

I fell asleep with his cock in my hand. We continued with our routine for the rest of our two weeks, and on the last night my step-father went to the store and came back with a dildo, furry handcuffs, and chocolate sauce. You can imagine the fun we had with that.

Morning Walks - Gay Sex Story

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Sunday morning in the dorms. I got my robe on and took my bathroom stuff down the silent hall. After shaving, showering, shampooing, and rinsing, I dried off and went to my room to get dressed. Since I was shy, sober, and liked sleeping, I was usually the only one up before 6. Today was different.

"Hi James."

I turned to see him in his turquoise/black robe walking my way.

"Morning." I didn't know his name. He had been saying Hi to me all year, but we didn't have any classes together. He lived on the other side of our floor too.

"What _is_ your name anyway?", I asked, feeling friendly.

He smiled and said "Geoffrey. What are doing up so early?" His clear voice sounded pleasant in the empty hall.

"I like to take a sunrise walk after breakfast. I've never seen you up this early before."

"Yeah, well..." He was clearly thinking of something to say. "I was awake anyway and thought I might as well get the day started."

Geoffrey was 5' 9", lean, and attractive. His golden forward-combed crewcut was shorter than my simple blow-dried to stand up in front 3/4" dark blond hair. I liked that he said Hi to me, but I didn't know if there was a good way to tell people I was gay, or to ask others if they were. I
didn't think people wanted to know, so I played it safe.

"Well, see ya later. Good to finally know your name
Geoffrey."

"Okay James. Later."

I was having cereal alone in the dining hall when he walked in. He looked over, briefly raised his eyebrows, and waved. I waved back. Please God don't let him be straight! Not that I was desperate for a boyfriend, but the last thing I needed was to mask my true self away for the millionth time.

Geoffrey came over and set his tray down across from me.

"And how're the Cocoa Krispies today?", he asked.

"Good." Great... another monosyllabic conversational dead end.

"Just good?" He looked me in the eyes to get a more honest reaction. I couldn't help but begin laughing.

"No, they're really, truly great. We're lucky to get them before they're gone. Really lucky." We both held eye contact a half second longer than usual.

He broke away with a little grin and poured his mini cereal box into the milk bowl. Was he flirting with me?

"So," he asked, "where do you walk in the morning?"

"Just around the tennis courts, the towers and back." Since I was finished eating, I lingered over my 10 page campus newspaper.

"Hmmm. Maybe I'll do that someday."

"You want to go with me? I'll wait for you to finish."

"Yeah." Geoffrey and I looked up. I didn't hide anything with my glance. "I'd like that."

"Good." I felt my dick start to grow in my tight grey corduroys. There was a light, fluttery feeling in my heart. We were both grinning.

"Geoffrey--"

"Geoff. Just Geoff."

"Okay. Geoff. So... how do you like this college?"

"You want the truth?"

I nodded, still reading the little ads in the back pages.

"I was a little surprised how easy freshman year was. 4 of my 5 finals were multiple choice tests. Overall..." He briefly sneered and shrugged his shoulders.

"You mean you... don't like it either?" I asked with a growing smile and fake drama in my voice.

"No...", he whispered. "I hate it!" We both tried to hold in laughter. My half-hard cock felt so good then. I squeezed my legs together and moved my right ankle up and down. I took a deep breath, holding contact with his gentle blue-grey eyes.

Geoff and I walked in the cool morning air. The white towers were bathed in rose light. There were big shiny puddles on the tennis courts. The past-full moon was setting in the blue/pink haze.

Neither of us had said anything to confirm our gay status. It felt nice to let it be in the background. There was a chance he was just a nice regular guy, and I didn't want to freak him out.

We walked. And talked a little. I didn't know what more to say. I was too busy wondering what he might be working up to. We rounded the last tower and headed back to our building. Along the long tennis court chain link fence.

"James?"

"Yeah Geoff?"

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

I stopped. Swallowed. Looked up at his honest, friendly face.

"Why do you..." Why was I playing for time? Answer him!

"No, no I don't. I've... wanted to find someone though."

Geoff nodded and gave a cool, subtle male smile. "Same here. Can we... see each other sometime? I don't know if it will work out, I just... have liked you for a long time."

"Yeah. I was..." We were both feeling so happy and relieved that one of us brought up what we were both thinking. But there was still a healthy tension as we faced the unknown. I know I wasn't an expert at picking up guys.

"I was wondering how you knew my first name before. A part of me was hoping you were checking me out." I started walking slowly. Geoff came alongside.

"Mm. Yeah." He looked down shyly. "I saw a package at your door one afternoon, and read your name... I was hoping you'd give some obvious sign of being gay when I tried to talk to you. I was hoping you'd come to the gay/lesbian association some night."

"Man, I wouldn't be caught dead there. Not that there's anything wrong with that..." We both laughed. "But I'm too shy even about normal stuff, and I'm not about to... broadcast my feelings when I don't have to."

"Hey, it's not so bad. But now that you mention it, the queerest of the queer do tend to dominate the discussions. But you can't blame 'em. It's kind of fun to play with the upperclassmen's heads and give 'em the old snubberoo if they come on too obviously."

"You know," I said, "when I visited here as a high school senior, I was so relieved to see the GLA ad in the paper when I had lunch with my parents. Going to college seemed ten times cooler after the realization hit me that that group could exist. Totally different from high school."

"Growing up gay", sighed Geoff. We shared another smile and glance. We had the whole Sunday ahead of us. Our long shadows followed us home toward the blinding sun.

We were alone in a study room off the main lobby. Sitting together on the couch, not knowing quite what might happen.

"Geoff. I don't want to give you the wrong impression. I've been pretending to be cool about all this, but the truth is, I have no idea what comes next." I took a deep breath, knowing I had to be myself from now on.

"Well," Geoff said, "I've never.. had a real.. boyfriend before. I mean.. I've had two sex affairs with guys in high school, but that's all it was. I think we should, I don't know, try going on a date and taking it from there."

"Dating you sounds good. I've never been on a real date before."

"Why not?" Geoff really wanted to know. He wasn't drilling for information like girls did.

"See, I have three older brothers. And uh, I saw how ridiculous it was for them to put so much energy into what they wore, where they were going, and how they would impress their girls. And I knew I would never take dating that seriously. When I heard a comedian say it was just a job interview for a relationship, I knew dating wasn't for me."

"Were you still a little confused about being gay?"

"Hmm. I knew I was different, I'll tell you that. I wasn't competitive or interested in sports at all. I guess I just didn't like how all this sexuality and sex education was forced down on me in school and _church_, which was twice as creepy. I knew I didn't want to make a baby, so I just wanted everyone to shut up about it."

"And then?", Geoff asked, grinning and running his hand back through his soft hair.

I smiled at the memory.

"And then I met Kyle."

Geoff started caressing the top of my hand.

"He was the first person I ever felt... attracted to. He was so beautiful!" I closed my eyes and tilted my head back.

"He was just everything, everything, I could ever hope to find, even though at 16 I hadn't even started looking. I tried to split my... penis feelings away from the friendship I wanted, but it was hopeless." I smiled and rubbed my jaw.

"These feelings in my heart... God it was a rush! The fantasies came so easily. I knew then that if wanting Kyle meant being gay, then being gay was exactly right for me."

"So what happened?"

"He... noticed how I was looking at him. I was way to shy to make a move, but he, and his friends, saw me, entranced in the lunch room. The place went silent as I finished a sigh. I thought I was safe sitting in the corner by the windows. But... You can imagine. Big joke for everyone. Luckily it died down after a week. No one could prove anything. I felt so small and embarrassed. The whole thing only made me more shy too."

There was a pause. Geoff took his turn. Slowly, he began.

"I was lucky to... start being gay during the summer. For me it was a totally natural feeling. I had always noticed good looking guys, and I knew I wanted to be... boyfriends when I got older. My first time with a guy was in the hot tub of a Wyoming hotel. I've never told anyone this."

"I was 14, and there was a 15 year old there. He was clearly gay, but, you know, a top. We were alone in the small pool room, under the suds. It was so much fun to just be with another boy. A boy who wanted to look at me and smile. When he suddenly went to the middle and stood up naked I was in heaven! In five minutes, we were naked and jacking each other off under the hot bubbles."

"I couldn't believe I was DOING IT at last. And to go so wild basically in public added even more of a thrill. We got together later and kissed in the stairway, but it wasn't as great. The hot tub was our place. But it was always _crowded_ after that. We had no choice but to let it end."

"It's funny, no one ever suspected I was gay in high school. I guess I looked too 'manly' because of my face and short hair. If only the people knew how I started buzzing it down."

"I'd like to know", I said. His style was lovely, the way his pink skin delicately showed through the shining 1/4" carpet.

"It was all a mistake, the first time. Short hair was definitely not in for guys my age in my town. But I was getting tired of it falling in my eyes and having to brush it out of the way every time the wind blew. It's hard to believe it was ever 6 inches long."

"There was this haircutting kit in the basement. I read the instructions, and thought it looked easy. I was 16. Summertime again. I didn't have a barber cape, so I just did it in the upstairs bathroom, nude."

I was biting my lower lip thinking about the big mistake he would make. But he sounded happy to talk about it.

"It was just... impossible to make it work right. The spacers just pushed the hair away from the cutter. I had cut off way too much in the front. I had 1 inch bangs sticking out and big edge lines on the side because I had no idea how to blend one length into another."

"I had no other choice. I just took the smallest spacer and buzzed it all down to nothing. Well, a quarter inch. But it was a very shocking change, to say the least. All my life I had had 'normal' length hair."

I uncrossed my legs to make room for my hardening dick.

"When I saw myself in the mirror, I... was so different. And so beautiful. I liked seeing all that new skin. The roundness of my head was excellent. I was like a new person. Older and younger at the same time. My eyes looked bigger. When I moved my head, my hairs all moved with me, perfectly still. Needless to say, I discovered I liked the look of short hair. Since I was nude, I was totally hard by then."

"In the freedom of the moment, I jacked away to my exotic new reflection and had a hot, wonderful orgasm. From then on, I cut my own hair, loving the daring statement it made."

"Thankfully, after the first day, nobody else cared. I even started a little trend the next fall in school. I _would_ go totally bald, but, you know, for a white guy... I don't want to give the wrong impression. Maybe if I have another private summer..."

"You're a very interesting guy, Geoff", I said.

"Well, if you can't talk to your boyfriend, who can you talk to?"

I leaned forward, slowly at first. Geoff raised his hands to my shoulders and we pulled in for our first kiss. Soft, tender, warm, lovely. My first real boyfriend kiss. I blinked slowly and we made out. I loved it.

We were walking home from the movies. A week had passed. We had dated, talked, held hands, eaten together at the dorm, gone on morning walks... I was really in love with him. And I loved being a boyfriend. So much better than being single and unknown.

Where to have sex? It felt so wrong to say goodnight and go to bed alone, knowing how much we wanted to be together. Thank Goodness for the GLA.

Geoff knew a gay Resident Assistant in the towers. It was the baby bust, and he had keys to the empty rooms. He was happy to help us out as long as we kept the arrangement quiet and cleaned up before we left.

We brought our backpacks to the tower and rode up the 15 floors in the graffiti covered elevator. I was shaking a little, and too nervous to kiss Geoff. Playing it cool, we found our dark room and locked ourselves in.

I spread my soft blankets out on the single twin bed. The college had given up on bunk beds three years ago. I pulled out the pillows from his backpack and stacked them on the bed's free end. Geoff opened the curtain to reveal the black night and glowing lights of the other towers.

"I've wanted you so bad", said Geoff.

I breathed in as we tightly embraced. Just to hold him, knowing we had all night, private, together, was bliss.

"I'm so glad we found each other."

By the soft light of the tower windows, we kissed. This was passion. I untucked Geoff's shirt and pulled it up. He let me kiss his chest as I undid his belt.

He stepped out of his shoes and socks as I stood up and reached around his waist. Reaching down, I caressed his hot ass, letting his unzipped jeans fall at their own pace. Between minty-fresh kisses, Geoff got my shirt off. After a beautiful moment of hugging and exploring, I pulled his boxers down, lower and lower from his waist to the base of his ass. Quickly, he completed stripping.

I kept my light grey sweatpants on as I led him down to the bed. My symbol of dominance. I kissed his shoulders and caressed his sides as I worked my way down. Soon I was kissing the area between his navel and pubic hair. I took his cock head in my mouth. Only for a second. I straddled him and kissed him on the lips. He tasted his own pre come on my hot tongue. I pulled away quickly, then quickly kicked off my Nikes and socks. I returned to his dick, went down an extra inch, closed my eyes, and licked up and off. I pulled off my sweats and briefs, throwing them to the other side of the room.

I tortured him by sucking for no longer than 5 seconds at a time, then kissing his body up and down. Squares of light glided across the pale green walls as traffic passed below. I felt so great having Geoff at my command, going half on instinct and half on my sex-story fueled imagination. His hot, salty come tasted and felt perfect in my mouth.

"I love you."

Realizing just what we were doing--naked, together... Oh it was heaven. I loved the scent of his cologne. The masculine scents of his slippery cock... The heat and shape and way he filled me. How I knew how much ecstasy was flowing from my lips and tongue straight into him, my... boyfriend! My lover!

No time for games now. I sucked and licked Geoff, going up and down his pulsing penis of love. He was breathing hard and clutching my shoulders. I felt his leg muscles tense as he raised his pelvis up. Steady, steady, I lovingly took him higher. At last, the taste of ejaculation. I felt sperm heat slip over my gums and coat my cheeks. I kept licking and pressing his cock head to the roof of my mouth, knowing how sensitive he must have been right then.

"Oh! Aaaah! James! My... Oh... My God! Aaaah... Oh yes.."

He was still hard, still breathing heavy. As he slowed down, so did I. I knew he didn't want to feel the cold air on his dick right away though. I playfully finished sucking him, feeling his come go down inside me as I swallowed. Turning my head slowly, I gently sucked until only my lips surrounded his softening pink tip. A final few loving licks. I kissed his fallen flesh gently.

"James, that is so good. Oh..."

I inhaled deeply, loving his world of private fragrances. I massaged the tops of his thighs and kissed his balls, sucking each one in my mouth, taking turns as I kissed his beautiful cock and licked him dry.

Geoff was breathing deeply and slowly, recovering. I was glad to do such a good job for him. I climbed on top of him and rested on my elbows to kiss him. We _kissed._ Geoff fully shared the taste of come in my mouth. No kiss I ever imagined could have been this hot. Boyfriends, made for each other.

"Are you ready? Do you want..."

"Yes!", Geoff said, his eyes crinkling. "Yes, James. Fuck me. Yes."

I guided him, turned him over. He hugged the pillows and bent his knees under. I wasn't going to do him dry, but he didn't need to know that. Not penetrating, I positioned myself, touching my hard, aching cock to his wonderful crack. I massaged the sides of his hips. I bent forward to kiss the back of his neck, then his shoulders, then the center of his spine, down, down, down, to his waist. I positioned myself again.

"Get ready, girl."

I saw Geoff's body flinch as he processed what I said and how I said it. He was mine. I couldn't believe I was being this way, this... toppish. But I knew he was a bottom, and needed firm guidance.

I got the tube of K-Y from the backpack and bounced back into position on the bed. Geoff's ass swayed and circled as the bed rocked. He was so so so beautiful. My boyfriend was so perfect in the night.

I squeezed out plenty of lube onto his ass. I worked it in, gently, with my left pinky. Geoff began to breathe deeply again. His ass tightened on my little finger as I slooowly twisted my wrist back and forth.

I coated my throbbing red cock with clear jelly. I took a deep breath, realizing I was losing my virginity now. Geoff opened himself up. I pressed in and pushed and pushed and pushed forward in one long slow move. He was so soft inside! Oh! Geoff! Thank you!

Geoff's body was shaking. He was swallowing and breathing hard. I pulled out and felt him squeeze and shit my dick back. I reasserted my dominance and pressed forward when his squeeze got strongest. I wanted to selfishly do the fucking for awhile.

Geoff's ass loosened up as we rocked together. Holding his strong chest from the sides as I plunged and withdrew was so natural, so right. Feeling his strong back muscles flexing under my hands was... just amazing. His muscles. I was a boy too. Oh God, I loved being so totally gay!

Still half inside him, I squeezed on some more lube after the first few minutes. Oh. Oh yeah. Slippery buttfucking... Oh my God! I wanted to go faster, but something was holding me to this sloooow pace. I let Geoff fuck me back the next time he squeezed.

Together, we found our perfect rhythm. Him squeezing me so tight, me filling him again and again. In, out. Oh. Yes.

"Geoff, my love."

Naturally, faster and faster, we fucked hard. I was totally inside him, my balls pressed between us. Seeing him, nude, his glorious ass, waist, back, and shoulders... And I'm fucking him, so beautiful. Sliding deep in and out. Oh. Aaaah. Faster. Oh God. Now. OOOOH!

I gasped for breath as my trembling cock exploded with come. I had never felt so ALIVE. I pictured my red, curving cock inside him, coming and sliding in come. Geoff squeezed hard and I wildly fucked faster.

"Oh! Oh! Geoff! Aah! Oh! Mo. I (haaah) love you! Oh. Yeah. Oh, Geoff."

I stayed hard for at least two more minutes. I was light headed from lack of oxygen. I had fucked my boyfriend. He had fucked me just as much. We were made for each other. Oh Geoff, you wonderful, beautiful man. I love you.
"I love you, Geoff."

Geoff hugged his pillows as I withdrew my slimy penis from him. He turned his body around under me. I relaxed and sat on the tops of his thighs.

"Oh James, you were so great."

We kissed and embraced, knowing we were fully united now. I drifted off to sleep, feeling his gentle hands caress my skin. His loving, passionate body mine to shower with affection. My One, my Love, my special, special boyfriend.

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So there I was in the computer lab bathroom, masturbating to bisexual incest orgy pornographic stories again, minding my own business, when a head popped under the divider."Whatcha doing?" asked the fraternity brother while he eyed my exposed cock. I went to cover myself with the printout and kick the intruder in the head, when he retreated to the other stall."Just polishing the ol' boy," I replied candidly, thinking the gentleman to have satisfied himself with a curious glance."Ah. Whatcha using?" Apparently not."Some story.""Wanna read me some?""Not really. I prefer to jack-off alone, if you don't mind.""Really? I always prefer someone else to do it." I'm not surprised."Yeah, well I'm not really into that kind of thing.""What kind of thing?""Y'know...guys," I said. It is somewhat true, actually. I love reading gay or bisexual pornography, but when it comes to actually doing it, I don't get all that into it. Sure I've sucked a few cocks--who hasn't?--butI much prefer the feminine touch."Oh, come on...no one masturbates in these stalls except as a precursor..."This fellow was persistent.The thing is, even as he kept talking, I was starting to get hot. Maybe this once it might not be so bad to let myself go. I was still exposed and stroking myself lightly and glancing at the pages. One of the characters, a seemingly straight fellow, had brought his girlfriend to a movie theatre. When they started to get a bit more involved than usual, and the girl started to get a bit more naked than one usually finds girls in the theatres, the other patrons joined in on the festivities. The "straight" fellow had just taken a cock into his mouth. I thought I'd join him."Oh, alright. You can come over."The stall next to me burst open before I had even finished. I unlatched the door to my stall. A short, squat college student with a white baseball cap and khakis entered my stall with a smile and a pitched tent."So what's your name, beautiful?" Nice touch, loser."Josh," I lied. "What's yours?""Scott. So what do you want to do?""Whatever. But let's start this slow. I really don't usually do this sort of thing...""What sort of thing?""Guys."Seeing how my penis was already out in the open, I thought it only fair for him to start by sucking me off. He had different ideas. His zipper slid down, exposing a short, squat member already moist with precum. I opened my mouth and let him enter.He tasted awful. I don't think he had showered since his last balloon knot, and I've never been one for the taste of old feces. But I was a trooper, and I sucked him off as best I could. After a few minutes, hewithdrew and said, "Okay, that's enough, you little cocksucker. You're too green for my tastes. You really suck at this."Ha. I let his prick fall from my mouth. "Yeah, I'm not very good. You want to show me how it's done?""Buddy, I haven't even finished yet. How about offering up that pretty ass of yours?"I thought about it. "Okay, but only if you've got something to lube yourself up with.""Just a sec." Scott went back into the other stall and retrieved a bottle of lotion. "This'll do?""Sure." The guy started slathering the stuff on his dick while I turned around. Then he squeezed the bottle on to his finger, which he proceeded to insert into my virgin rectum. Well, somewhat virgin. Of course mygirlfriend had been there many times with fingers. Ex-girlfriend."How's that feel, buddy.""Alright. That lotion's a bit cold, isn't it?""Yeah, well...y'can't have everything, can ya?""I suppose not," I grunted as he pushed the glans up against the opening started to press it in.It hurt. Quite a bit, actually. And for the first minute or so, I received no pleasure. Zero. It just hurt and my cock went limp. But then he must have his something in his quest for depth, because Mr. Bigglesworthjumped right back up to attention. "Fuck, yeah!"

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Zachary Warner lived three houses down from the McKenzie's. Every Saturday night Mr. and Mrs. McKenzie would leave around seven and stay out until one or two in the morning.

Having just turned fifteen and feeling very adult, Gabe offered to baby-sit their nine year old son, Gabriel, for only five dollars an hour. They were delighted and agreed.

The digital clock above the TV flashed 9:00 PM.

"All-right, Gabe, time for bed." Zac said, standing to his feet and running his fingers through his thick brown hair. With a grumble of disagreement the little blonde haired boy shuffled off and Zac headed to the bathroom next to the boy's room.

Easing the door closed he turned and unzipped his pants. Then with a sigh of relief began to unleash the repercussions of three Mountain Dews and a Cherry Cola. He was almost finished when the door eased open and Gabe stepped into the small bathroom. The little boy's eye's widened and his jaw dropped as he observed Zac's unsheathed penis. With a curse under his breath, Zac shook his dick and quickly hid it beneath his pants. He strode over to the little boy and knelt in front of him.

"You weren't supposed to see that." He said softly. "Okay? You can't tell anyone you saw that."

The boy smiled deceitfully." I wanna see it again." He whispered.

Zac just stared for a moment, unable to believe what he had just heard.

"No!"

The boy's face wrinkled unhappily and he balled his fists. "I wanna see it!" He cried stamping his foot.

"No! You can't!"

"Why!?" The child cried.

"Because it's not right."

"I don't care!" The little boy screamed. "I wanna see it now."

Zac rubbed his eyes." No, Gabe. I'm not showing you."

The deceitful smile was back." If you don't, I'm gonna tell my mom you made me watch."

It took a couple seconds for that to sink in.

"Fine," He finally sighed. "Go to your room and I'll be right there."

Gabe's face lit up. "Then you'll show me!?" Zac sighed hopelessly." Yes. Then I'll show. But only for a second," He quickly added. "Then you have to go to bed."

The boy flashed him a toothy grin then sped off towards his room.

Five minutes later Zac stepped into Gabe's small room. The little boy sat on his tiny bed against the far wall and smiled enthusiastically when he
saw Zac.

"Let me see it, let me see it!!" He squealed.

Zac groaned. He knew that if he didn't, Gabe would lie to his mom and Zac would be in some deep shit. At least if he did he might be able to convince the child to not say anything and it would seem like this whole thing never even happened. So, with another sigh of hapless desperation, Zac made sure the blind's were shut all the way and closed and locked the boy's door. Then he stepped up in front of the small child and unzipped his jeans.

Closing his eyes tightly, he then reached inside his pants and removed his placid penis.

For several seconds he stood there, eyes closed, dick out, waiting for some kind of response. When none came, he slowly cracked one eye open to see Gabe staring at his cock with wide eyed, mouth gaping astonishment. For several seconds he watched the unmoving child until with a sigh of relief he tucked himself back into his jeans and zipped up his zipper. The boy wrinkled his face in anger.

"I wanna touch it!" He screamed.

Zac gasped." No! No way! I draw the line here."

"I'll tell if you don't!"

Zac suddenly let out a cry of frustration. No matter what he did he was screwed. The only chance he had was to let the boy work his curiosity out of his system. He had to let Gabe do whatever he wanted. With a sigh of anger he kicked off his shoes and pulled off his pants. As he reached up to relieve himself of his boxers, Gabe let out a giggle of pleasure. He shed his boxers and sat down heavily next to the boy.

"Alright," Zac said softly. "Let's make this quick."

With a squeal, Gabe leapt from the bed and spun around to kneel between Zac's spread legs, staring at the older boys limp penis. Then, without warning and without hesitation, the child reached out and grabbed a hold of Zac's dick and, despite his better judgment, he felt his cock begin to swell and harden. Gabe smiled and giggled as his new toy quickly grew bigger and harder in his hands. Within moments Zac had a full blown erection and couldn't help but moan with pleasure as the child pulled and tugged on his dick. Then, just as Zac was getting accustomed to the feel of the child handling his man- meat, he stopped.

Zac looked down." What's wrong?" He asked the boy. A mischievous grin had covered the boy's face.

"My friend Joey said that his big brother let's him suck on his peepee." He giggled. "And sometimes when he sucks long enough, creamy white stuff comes out!"

"If I suck on yours will creamy white stuff come out of it too?"

Zac laughed. "Only if you suck real hard."

Gabe's face lit up." Cool!" He squealed.

Then, like a rabid beast, he fell upon Zac's dick, stuffing the sensitive head into his little mouth. Zac let out a cry of pleasure as the child's hot tongue ran across the tip of his cock. Without thinking he reached down and dug his fingers in the boy's soft blonde hair, thrusting himself deeper into the child's mouth. For several long seconds he humped the boy's face until he felt the child gag beneath him and quickly pulled his cock out of Gabe's mouth.

With a grunt of disagreement the child quickly stuffed Zac's dick back into his mouth and continued sucking. With a laugh, Zac reached up and relieved himself of his shirt then once again dug his fingers into the child's soft hair. For several long glorious minutes Gabe sucked on Zac's dick until, with a grunt of pleasure, he felt himself growing close to an orgasm. Just as he was about there, the small boy pulled off and looked up at him. "Am I doing a good job?" He asked sweetly.

Zac could barely talk he was panting so hard.

"You're doing a great job. "Awesome!" he moaned.

The boy smiled ecstatically.

"White stuff comes out now?"

"If you suck just a little longer it might even come out in your mouth."

The boy giggled.

"Cool!"

Then he was sucking again, his cute blonde head bobbing up and down between Zac's legs. Within moments Zac felt himself began to unleash. He tried to hold on, but in one cataclysmic explosion of pleasure he felt hot cum shoot from his dick.

Gabe pulled off as Zac's load exploded in his tiny mouth and then squealed as another load of cum splattered him in the face. Then another - and another!. For several long minutes Zac sat there panting and watching strings of his sticky cum drip off the boy's face.

"Well, I think we've earned a nice hot shower."

The child giggled as they both stood up and headed towards the bathroom.


Today he'd forgotten to put on his apron and I could finally see the bulge in his tight jeans. Not a disappointment. The guy behind the counter was hot. He was concentrating on the complex coffee orders from the long line of clients and the tip of his tongue protruded from between his lips. A drop of sweat ran down his cheekbones as he ran from machine to counter, issuing staccato confirmations as he put the drinks up on the counter, "One tall soy latte, extra shot; one 1% mochaccino...' and on and on. The line was long and he never had a chance to stop.

The lean bulge of his biceps stretched the company-issue t-shirt. It clung to his pecs and showed that, most likely, there wasn't an ounce of fat on his body. I'd been waiting to see this for a long time and I found a nicely-placed table which let me look at him working behind the counter -- from crotch level.

I think he noticed.

After 3 cups of coffee (can't sit there for hours without drinking anything) nature called. The cafe's small bathroom just had a sink, urinal, and one stall.

I walked in and took the stall -- things were flowing when I heard the bathroom door open. Looking at the floor I could see a pair of familiar shoes -- the barista's Vans. I'd been memorizing every detail on him for the last hour after all.

I came out and went over to the sink to wash up. Coffee boy was at the urinal finishing off. As the sink's water started to run he looked over. I looked back. Suddenly we both had that half-smile on our faces that showed that we each knew what the other one was thinking and thought it was a good idea.

I took advantage of the sliding latch on the door to keep us safe for a little while, and then stepped over to him. His trousers were still at half mast and he turned around -- his cock was attractive, half-hard and growing, a nice shade of very pale caramel with a largish-mushroom-shaped dick.

I kneeled and took it in my mouth, pulling his butt forward with my hands -- I needed the whole thing in my mouth as fast as possible -- that's all I'd been thinking of for hours. It grew in my mouth as I took it down my throat. He still had that half-smile on his face.

As I sucked he started to make small purring noises and whisper about the special order he had for me -- low-fat high protein.

His cock was hard now, and it was wet and slippery. He pulled me up, turned me around and bent me over the sink. Suddenly my pants were down, my cheeks were spread, and something spongy yet hard was pushing against my pucker. In another few seconds, it was working its way in. A little faster than I normally would've preferred, but there was no slowing down his ramming dick. Besides, he only had a few minutes for his break and he needed his treat fast.

It was in -- and then the true fucking started. He'd had a rough day and loved the idea of fucking one of his overprecious customers. The yelling if he used 1% instead of 2% milk had gotten to him today, and here he had a willing ass to take it out on.

It went on -- him getting faster and faster. Occasionally he would take it out for a few seconds, and I'd beg to have it back in. In it came -- at full force, no need for subtlety. I'm guessing 7 inches and thick -- just the right size for me. Meanwhile I'd spit on my hand and was stroking myself -- deep in the pleasure of this unexpected and oh-so-desired impalement.

He was getting there -- I felt that tightening in his body and slight swelling of his dick in me that indicated that he was going to come. He gave a muffled grunt and I felt his cream start shooting inside me; that was my cue. I soaked the floor with pent-up sperm.

After the last shot, I felt him pull out roughly. He washed up (yes, he washed his hands too) all the time looking at me with that half-smile on his face. He then unlocked the door and walked out. Fortunately nobody had been waiting.

I walked out of the bathroom a minute later, grabbed my stuff from my table and headed to the door. Coffee boy was already back at his espresso machine, looking somewhat less stressed than he had been, that half-smile still on his face. He saw me looking and a barely-perceptible wink made its way to me as I left.
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