Frank called and said he was in town. He always phoned out of the blue. When he said he was staying at the St. Francis on Union Square that surprised me. I'd heard that the cheapest room there was a hundred and fifty bucks a night and that was next to the laundry room. I guessed that he had made some good bucks sailing on merchant ships. I'd met him back in college a couple years ago and we'd fucked around for awhile. We drifted apart literally when he quit school and decided to become a sailor. Whenever he was in port in San Francisco we'd get together and compare notes. He'd been to whore houses around the world and sampled guys everywhere. The last time he was here he told me about a dude who'd blown him in Bangkok, who put.hot water in his mouth and used a special technique with his teeth to give a blowjob that was out of this °world. On the phone, Frank told me to bring some action with me. That was his standard line. I didn't have a steady at the time so I took a swing by Polk Street and spotted a hot blond about eighteen. He was sucking a joint and watching the people walk by. I thought he looked like fun so I decided to check him out. His name was Curtis and his story was that he'd had his backpack and stuff ripped off when he crashed on the grass in the park earlier. He was up from L.A and flat broke. His bio sounded phony, and I suspected that he was a professional, but I was late so invited him along anyway. He was quick to join me. In the St. Francis across the street, we took the elevator up to Frank's room in the new towers. The room was huge, with a radical view. We made the usual salutations and turned our attention to Curtis, who stood silent, taking in the whole scene. Frank had three bottles of Moet in ice buckets which he'd ordered from room service. He looked as tan and sexy as ever. We sat at the small table by the window and drank champagne. Frank started on one of his stories but sort of drifted off when the young buck in the other chair leaned back and stretched out his legs. Frank and I stared at the several pounds of meat that was lumped seductively between the boy's legs. His shirt stretched over his firm, rounded pecs and I began to instantly get hard. Some people were just not meant to wear clothes. The blond was definitely one of them. I decided it was time to check out that bulge in Curtis' crotch. I slowly reached over, placed my hand on the fat bulge and squeezed lightly. He responded with a smutty grin and spread his legs wider. I led Curtis over to the bed and tugged off his running shoes. peeled off his shirt and faded Levis. All the while he remained silent, his eyes riveted to the hard rod bulging in my pants. Underneath he was wearing a jockstrap. Curtis obviously had experience. He wrapped his arms around me and whispered for me to give him my cock. I shucked my clothes. looked over at Frank and motioned for him to join us but he gestured for us to continue. I got the message when I noticed in the shadows that he'd freed his meaty cock and was slowly jacking it with both hands. I went back to kissing Curtis as he parted his lips and my tongue probed his mouth and licked his perfect teeth. He rolled over on top of me. He went to work like a pro, sucking on my tits and licking down to my prick. He was like a horny animal, sex-starved in the way he licked my cockhead and deep-throated my uncut dick. I maneuvered him around into a sixty-nine position, facing his cum-stained jockstrap. I rubbed the stretched elastic pouch, stroking the young hard meat that pulsed beneath it. I reached around and felt his muscular asscheeks. I poked a finger into his moist asscrack, found the puckered hole and shoved my finger inside. The young stud squeezed my finger hard with his ass. He held my cock in his fist and jacked on it. I felt his marvelous tongue lick my balls. He sucked them into his mouth one at a time, covering them with his spit. Pulling off my nuts, he commanded me to stick my cock up his ass, emphasizing each word with a warm nuzzle into my balls. I had no problems with that. I rolled him over on his belly and mounted him. Hooking my fingers. into his jockstrap, I started to pull it off. "No, man. Fuck me with it on. Fuck me like a jock" The kid had some hot ideas and so far I was liking all of them. My cock seemed to swell even larger as I thought of fucking him while he wore his jockstrap, with the elastic bands stretched across his firm, smooth buns. Out of the corner of my eye I noted that Frank was working his cock furiously. He had scooted his chair around to get a bird's-eye view of the hot fucking action. I spread the young slut's juicy mounds and planted my tongue into his crack. My cock burned to ram itself between his cheeks. I dove in and buried my tongue deep in his tight hole. Curtis bucked and his hot tunnel opened and closed around my tongue while I rimmed him. I pulled away quickly and positioned my prick between his buns. I lunged all the way inside his hot, tight butthole, like a knife going through soft butter. I felt Curtis squeeze my cock with his ass muscles. I fucked the blond boy with slow deep cockstrokes. His was an ass that was made for fucking. His butt bucked against my pubic bush while I sliced in and out of his fuck-hole with my balls slapping against his asscheeks. I managed to get. Curtis' ass up in the air, with him on all fours, so that I had complete access to his steamy fuck-hole. I reached underneath him and squeezed his cock encased in the jockstrap and fucked him relentlessly. Frank took that moment to make his entrance on the scene. He got off the bed, crawling underneath Curtis and pulling the elastic jockstrap aside. The boy's huge swollen cock slapped up against his belly. He fastened his lips around the blond's rod and began a loud wet suck-off. With every thrust of my dick up Curtis' butt, I shoved the young bull's cock deeper into Frank's throat. The boy was going wild. His body shook and a constant stream of obscenities erupted from his mouth. He let out a scream and emptied his nuts into Frank's mouth. I grunted and spewed my scalding cum into the blond boy's butthole. I saw the hot rain of Frank's jizz fall down on my face and the boy's. The entire bed was a sticky, creamy mess. Cum was dripping down Frank's chin. My spent cock plopped out of Curtis' butthole and hot juice drained out of his asshole, streaking his thighs. We wound up spending all weekend in the hotel room and before we had finished we had tried every position we knew about and probably invented a few more. Curtis confessed that he probably ought to pay us. Curtis left with Frank and got a job on the ship. I got a postcard from them the other day. They're having a wonderful time and Curt really likes his new job. He asked me to make a reservation for him at the St. Francis for his next leave. They'll be here in two weeks. I've got a feeling it's going to be one hell of a party!
I was at the beach and missed the last bus home so I needed a ride from some good Samaritan. Sipping a soda at the refreshment stand, I scouted the small crowd for likely possibilities. I ruled out the two strutting bodybuilders; they were too busy trying to impress their girlfriends. The nearby family looked all right, but when the little girl screamed and her brother dumped his cone in somebody's lap, I decided to pass. It wasn't yet sunset, there was still plenty of time. I went to the locker room to take a leak. It was empty. I was just finishing up when one of the lifeguards strolled in. He stood at the other end of the trough from me, and I decided to linger a moment before zipping up. He had a great body—lean, broad-shouldered, and deeply tanned, with sunstreaked hair and a shockingly bright orange, baggy swimsuit. He nodded hello as he pulled down the elastic waistband, and let his big-headed, fleshy uncut dick flop out. He stared straight ahead, looking at the beach through the small, eye-level screen window in front of him as his thick prick gushed out a healthy spray of piss. His suit slipped down enough so I could see the top of his ass-crack and his startling white tanline. His meaty uncut dick hung loosely in his hand. Then he aimed the thick fuck-piece upward so the strong, clear piss-stream arced into the air before it splashed onto the wet, white porcelain. I wanted to run my hands over those perfect pecs, pinch those half-dollar nipples erect as his ass clenched and shot a forceful flood of piss. Fuck! This guy had me so horny I couldn't think straight. My dick was bone-hard and jutting out as the handsome lifeguard shook the last few drops of moist piss from the big head of his cock. He gave it one last squeeze and looked up at me. I was startled and just stared for a second before I remembered my hard-on. I quickly turned and tried to stuff the raging boner into my pants. The blond nodded at me again as if nothing were happening. I heard the waistband snap on his hard, flat stomach, and turned back just in time to see him amble out, giving me a good-natured wave and a "See ya" as he left. I stood there in front of the urinal, my hard dick still tenting out the front of my shorts, horny as hell and trying to figure out what had just happened. Was he one of those straight guys who can't imagine gay sex, so they don't even see it right in front of them? Was he a blasé lifeguard used to guys (and girls) checking him out? Like it happens so often he doesn't care? Or was he lost in his own thoughts, so that he hadn't really noticed me? Or maybe, just maybe... My dick ached so bad I needed to jerk it off right there. I started to pull on its cramped thickness when three old men and a kid shuffled in. I stuffed it in my shorts and left. I sat on a picnic table watching the last few stragglers leave the beach. Even the lifeguards were packing up their gear. The blond from the T-room was stuffing his things into a nylon bag. What the hell, I thought. I walked over and asked him for a ride. "Sure," he shrugged, very noncommittally. Oh well, I figured, at least I've got a ride. We walked to the lot, where he had a low, little black sports car parked. Sitting in it was almost like lying down, your legs stretched out so far in front of you. We hit the main highway, which would take us off the beach peninsula and back to where I could get my bus. As we blended into traffic I noticed he had one hand on the wheel, the other nestled in his crotch. Another couple of miles and the hand between his legs moved a bit, first a little scratch, then a squeeze or two so I could see the outline of his dick. But still, he kept his eyes straight ahead on the road. I dropped my hand and cupped my own crotch. His kneading grew bolder, and soon we were each openly groping the bulges between our legs. I reached over and gave his mound a squeeze. He exhaled sharply and spread his knees wider. I rubbed and nudged the thick cock beneath those orange shorts till it was rock hard. I tugged at the waistband and pulled it away from his body. Up popped the biggest, juiciest uncut cockhead I've ever seen. Pre-cum drooled from the gaping piss-slit under the loose forseskin. I palmed the head and rubbed the slimy fuck-juice all over the fat, fleshy knob. He hissed through his teeth as his hard stomach muscles contracted. I stroked the thick shaft up and down, each time squeezing more clear fluid out of the flaring red gash in the middle of his huge dickhead. He moaned, but managed to keep the car steady. I slicked the runny fuck-syrup down his entire prick, then sat back as the glistening rod jerked and twitched and banged against the steering wheel. I whipped out my own dripping cock and started to jerk it. We sat wide-legged in those black bucket seats, dicks pointed to the ceiling as the sea air whizzed by. We had to stop for a light, and the horny blond raised his white ass off the seat and slipped his suit down his gold-dusted legs onto the floor. He still had a cutoff T-shirt on, so everything looked normal to people in the other cars. Only I could see his naked ass on the seat, his bare legs, balls plopped on the black leather, and big dick sticking up, aiming back at his belly-button. What a fucking hot sight this dude was! I shimmied my shorts below my knees, freeing my bouncing hard-on, and feeling the breeze on my balls as we started to move again. We were stroking our rigid, drooling dicks when he turned off the highway and onto a local street. We'd be at my bus stop soon... this can't end so fast! Suddenly, we swerved into a large, empty parking lot by a supermarket. The lust-crazed lifeguard killed the engine in the middle of the lot, leaned back against his door and started to whack his dick ferociously. His big balls banged up and down like fat lemons on either side of his bloated hard-on. He put one sneakered foot up on the console and I got a flash of his pink asshole, hidden in a snarl of blond fuzz. It began to pucker and sweat as his cock swelled fatter and redder. I grabbed his plump ballbag and pulled, twisting the wrinkled skin, scraping and tearing at the tiny hairs as he moaned. I rubbed my slick finger quickly back and forth over his puckering asshole. "No!" he gasped. I pressed my finger into his wet hole. Hot. Tight. Squirming. He cried out. I started jabbing that finger in there while he bucked his ass up and down, still flailing his seeping cock. I jammed a second finger in, and fucked him faster, harder, rougher. "Fuck that ass! Fuck that ass!" I growled as he bucked on my double fuck-finger, bearing down harder and tougher, till he let out a yelp and ground all his weight down on me, taking my fingers all the way up inside him, splattering his chest with the first hard shot of his come, gasping, shooting again and again, hitting his face, his chin, his lips, his asshole clenching tight around my fingers which still worked him hard. I'd fuck that ass so he'd feel it all day, squirming his butt in a lifeguard's chair. He slumped forward and his battered dick flopped down drooling across my wrist. He was exhausted, but I kept my fingers inside him, giving him a few rough swirls inside that raw ass to remember me by. Head rolling, he dazedly uttered a whelp of protest, but I kept fucking his sloshy hole. I double-pumped my dick and shot all over his dashboard. We took a few minutes to wipe up and pull on our clothes, stunned by the still-bright sunlight and the ordinariness of pedestrians on the street. I got out, and leaned back into the car window. The lifeguard's disheveled blond hair was wet and matted down on his forehead and neck. I gave him a friendly smirk as I rubbed two fingers casually back and forth under my nose. "See ya," I said.
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Troy and I began work as lifeguards the summer of our senior year in high school. We both had been on the school swim team for years, but I had never really gotten to know Troy very well. I was fairly inexperienced for my age and was sure that a great looking guy like Troy had girls following him morning, noon, and night. Unfortunately, my own sex life just wasn't taking off like it was supposed to. All the guys at the pool were constantly bragging about the latest girl they'd screwed, about how she worshipped their sun-drenched bodies and wanted to be fucking for hours on end. I made up my share of stories, too—telling the truth would have been too embarrassing! As it happened, I don't think I was the only one lying about my sexual conquests that summer. Some of the tales were just too good to be true. I must admit that I did enjoy hearing the latest gossip about who was giving the best head, who liked getting it up the ass, and which girl had the best set of tits. I also knew which guys at the pool had the biggest dicks and the tightest butts, from having witnessed the daily soap fights in the shower room. About midway through the summer, I began having the sneaking suspicion that there was something wrong with me. I knew I enjoyed horsing around in the showers with the other guys more than necking with girls. I had only gotten as far as fucking a girl once, and it was an absolute disaster. The guys I was hanging around with soon became the objects of my frequent fantasies. I decided that I really needed to talk about it with someone I could trust. After several weeks of procrastination, I saw the opportunity I was waiting for: Troy and I were both assigned to guard for a special afternoon party at the pool. The party turned out to be a pretty boring affair—some little brat's birthday—but thankfully it didn't last long. We were cleaning the deck and shower rooms before I even realized that this would be my one and only chance to talk seriously with Troy. The weeks of indecision on my part had only made the problem worse. I was more sure than ever that I wanted to... no, needed to have sex with another guy. Troy's constant presence throughout the summer had literally intoxicated me, and I was determined to have a serious conversation with this blond Adonis. When the last shower stall had been cleaned and the pool gates securely locked, I pulled a few sodas out of the fridge in the manager's office. We both stood around dripping wet, laughing about the silly kids at the party, and agreeing that lifeguarding was a great summer job. I couldn't help stealing looks at Troy's nearly naked body and thinking about what I secretly wanted to do with him. I loved the way his rippling stomach muscles moved when he laughed, and the way he absentmindedly scratched his crotch from time to time. I kept drifting away from the conversation, however, and Troy knew that something was up. "OK, what's gotcha down? Do you wanna talk about it?" I was shaking by this time from nervousness, and Troy took me by the shoulders and assured me that whatever it was, he'd try to help me sort it out. I began tentatively: "Troy, I've been thinking about this for a very long time, and, I, um... don't really know how to tell you..." "What is it?" "You know all those stories I told this summer to the guys, about all those girls I'd gone out with ... " "Yeah,.. . we all told stories." "Well, I. . . uh ... I made most of mine up." Troy couldn't help laughing. "We all stretch the truth a bit, I guess. I mean, nobody can be as horny and score as much with women as we've made ourselves out to this summer. You're no different than the other guys; hell, I've told a few tall tales myself." I had gone this far; I figured I might as well finish what I had to say. "No. You don't understand. I made up everything. I've only been to bed with a girl once, and it was horrible. Dammit, Troy, I.. . I think ... I know that women just don't turn me on the way they seem to turn on you guys." "Hey, man, what are you trying to tell me? Are you gay or something?" After an incredibly long silence, I looked up at his eyes and nodded my head slowly. Troy whistled softly under his breath: "Jesus, what a thing to lay on your best friend." I cringed at his words. Best friend? I had just gotten to know him this summer. I hadn't realized that Troy had put so much stock in our friendship. I hardly knew what to say next. All I remember is the overwhelming desire I felt for Troy right at that moment, stronger than anything I had experienced previously. I was confused and didn't know what to do. My eyes were glued on Troy's still damp bathing suit. I felt an incredible stirring in my own crotch, and flushed with embarrassment at the rise in my Speedo. Troy was equally speechless. After an eternity, he began pacing the room, settling on the windowsill across from the chair where I was sitting. He swallowed and licked his lips before looking at me solemnly and saying: "Well, I guess that's it... . Wouldn't do my reputation any good if I was to hang around with a gay boy, now would it?" My heart sank, but my libido was higher than ever. "Wait a minute, Troy. I didn't tell you this just so you could broadcast it to the world. I thought we were best friends." I eyed him carefully, trying to figure out just how to make my move. Much to my surprise, Troy, in returning my stare, made it for me. "What do you mean? I suppose now you're gonna tell me that you want to suck my dick or something?" I could see Troy's cock outlined clearly by his Speedo; it appeared to stiffen at the prospect of a blow job. Though I had never sucked a cock in my life, I was desperate to have his manhood in my mouth. I had to give it a try, and was willing to risk almost anything for the chance. Before I could pull myself together enough to answer, Troy announced: “You know that I don't fool around with queers or do any of that stuff. I’ve got a steady girlfriend, and we have great sex. Besides, I think you're just putting me on. This is all a big joke, right?" I shook my head and looked him right in the eye and told him that I was never more serious in my whole life. `Look, I know this must sound sorta strange and all of a sudden, but I’ve been thinking about this for a long time, and I really need to find out whether I'm gay or not." "Well, what do you want me to do? I've told you I’m not into gay boys, and I’m not sure I can be of much help." It seemed as if an eternity passed before I summoned enough courage to respond. "You can help me, Troy,.. . about what you said a minute ago, I .. . um.. . I want to suck your cock." There. I'd finally said it. I breathed a sigh of relief at my own words. Now I only hoped that Troy would play along. "C'mon, man. It'll be no different than your girl going down on you. I mean, a mouth's a mouth, right? It doesn't matter who does it. I'll give you the best blow job you've ever had; you can call all the shots. Let me get you off--it'll feel great, I promise! I really want it, Troy. I need it." After several more moments of tense silence, Troy walked slowly over to where I sat glued to my chair. He stopped directly in front. of me and began to lower the thin strip of nylon that covered his uncut cock. Then he stopped and appeared to change his mind. "If you want it so bad, take 'em off yourself." I obeyed immediately and exposed his half-hard meat, which was rapidly working itself into a full erection. Momentarily awed by the sheer size of his hard-on (I had only seen it before is the shower room in its flaccid state), I must have appeared indecisive, because Troy now began to behave in a more threatening manner, pulling my head forcibly to his crotch. "You wanted it; either you eat this dick or I'll knock the crap out of you!" I took the whole of his cock into my mouth all at once, and promptly gagged on account of its size. Troy calmed down a bit, and offered a bit of advice. "My girlfriend swallows a lot as she takes it down her throat. Just take as much as you can, then come up for air and go back down.“ I greatly benefited from this unsolicited advice, and I soon felt Troy's dick swell to a full, steely hard-on as I massaged it with the untrained muscles of my throat. He moaned softly as I tongued the head and gradually deep-throated all nine inches of his engorged member. Although I was inexperienced, my passion carried me to feats of cocksucking Troy had obviously never before experienced. Troy looked down as I released my own hard-on from my Speedo and began jacking off in time to his thrusts into my mouth. "Damn, if you aren't really getting into this! If I'd known before you were this good at giving head, I would have gladly fed you my cock all summer long. My girlfriend has never done me like that!" I looked up his tanned, washboard stomach and then backed away from the pleasant chlorine scent of his pubes in order to respond, but Troy forced my head back down on his meat. I'm nearly there. My girlfriend hates to taste the stuff, but if you're really gay, you'll suck me dry." I dove in with a frenzy, eager beyond words to have my first taste of Troy's jism. I didn't know what to expect, but I knew that I wanted it more than anything in the world. Troy didn't keep me waiting long. Troy's dick suddenly swelled to an incredible width and then, almost without warning, the first burst of cum hit the back of my throat with a vengeance. I was unprepared for such an onslaught, but there was no escape from the wave after wave of fluid which spurted from the head of his cock. I choked on the quantity of cum, and most of it ended up dribbling out the sides of my mouth and down my cheeks. The sensation was absolutely electrifying, and my own dick erupted involuntarily all over the floor. I savored the remaining fluid in my mouth, and realized with great satisfaction that I had mastered the art of the blow job in less than 15 minutes' time. As I tried to pull Troy's softening cock from my mouth, his hand went to my chin. "Just leave it there. That was a warm-up round. Now we can get down to some serious cocksucking." I emptied a total of three loads from Troy's seemingly endless balls that afternoon. He would alternately fuck my face standing up, lying down, and even on all fours! Although we parted ways at the end of the summer to go off to different colleges, I still see Troy occasionally when I'm home on vacation. He hasn't forgotten how much I like his cock. In fact, it's one of the things I enjoy most about my visits home!
Lately, I've been spending a lot of time in the library on campus. And not because I'm studying, either. I discovered a whole new subject that fits in perfectly with my obsession with sex in general and men in particular. I remember the first time I went there. I was reading the writing on the shithouse wall: SHOW COCK—GET SUCKED. I'd seen that expression before but thought it was only a joke. I thought the toilet paper rack was broken when it slipped off the screws. Lo and behold, there was a big hole in the wall and I could see into the other stall. I was about to leave when I heard the restroom door squeak open and a guy came into the stall next to me and dropped his pants. I don't think he noticed me right away. I couldn't see his face in the position he was in, only his naked smooth thighs. My cock sprang to attention. The guy in the stall next to me started rubbing the huge mass of meat that hung between his thighs. With long, slow strokes he kneaded his fat uncut cock until it became engorged with blood and was hard as a rock. I wasn't sure that he knew I was watching him. I mean, I knew what it was like to be a horny college student with a perpetual hard-on. For quite a while I'd been ducking into toilets whenever I needed to and whacking off and I figured that I wasn't unique in that respect. But I'd always done it furtively and in private. I couldn't stop myself now. I was so turned on by watching the guy in the next stall pull his foreskin that I reached down and began to stroke my own prick. Suddenly the guy stood up. I wondered if he was going to freak out because he discovered me watching him beat his meat. He stepped over to the hole in the wall and shoved his cock through it. That startled me. I reached over and touched the fat, shiny cock-head, wrapping my fingers around the veiny shaft. It was hot and throbbed under my touch. I wrapped my hands around its bulk and felt it lengthen as I slowly jacked it. "Suck it, dude. Suck my dick," the guy rasped. I'd never touched another dude's cock before, let alone sucked one. But I'd thought about it a lot lately and this was my big chance. I leaned over, opened my mouth and sucked the huge head inside. I couldn't believe this was happening. I was really nervous but don't think my cock had ever been as hard as it was. I worked my lips up and down the massive dick. It was still rubbery but as the guy thrust forward and rammed it down my throat, it very quickly turned rock-solid. For a brief moment I wondered what would happen if somebody came into the toilet and caught us, with my throat full of his cock. Maybe I'd be arrested for lewd conduct and get thrown out of college. My thoughts didn't, however, stop me from forcing the hot spear of flesh deeper and harder down my throat. The danger of being caught only made the scene hotter. I no longer cared what happened. All I wanted to do was suck on his fat, meaty uncut prick. I glanced up and saw his white-knuckled fingers wrapped around the top of the partition which gripped tighter with each thrust of his cock down my throat. The head was spongy and I could taste the salty pre-cum that drooled out of his cum hole. "Suck it, cocksucker. Keep sucking my dick. I'm gonna cum, you bastard. Gonna fill your mouth with my fucking jizz." It really excited me, the taste and feel of another guy's cock in my mouth. He was talking dirty and calling me names but that didn't stop me. I felt dirty and I wanted to be everything that he called me. I brought my shaking hands down to my own prick. It was burning so hard it actually hurt. I began to stroke it in rhythm with my sucking. The walls echoed with loud, slurping sounds. With each thrust, the guy in the other stall would grunt loudly. I felt like I was going to gag but I didn't care. I sucked like a vacuum cleaner. I wanted to taste his cream. The tension was terrific. My cock pounded in my fist as I stroked it harder and faster. The guy was making a tremendous amount of noise banging his body against the partition. Tears streamed down my cheeks while he relentlessly rammed his prick down my throat. "Here it comes, you motherfucker. Take my load. Swallow my fucking cum!" It was like a fireworks display went off in my head. I gagged on his heavy load. I tried to hold onto the shaft of his dick, but it was pumping so deeply in my throat that I couldn't. It came out of my mouth and shot globs of fuckjuice all over my sweaty but grateful face. I was nervous and didn't stick around. I just pulled up my Levi's, adjusting my prick in an upright position and got the hell out of there. I wiped the cum drops off my face and tasted the delicious salty jizz. I went home but I couldn't concentrate on my school work. I never even saw the other boy's face. That night I dreamed about cocks; nameless, faceless dicks being shoved roughly down my hungry throat. When I woke up my sheets were sticky with cum. The next morning I made a beeline for the john in the library. It was empty but I knew it wouldn't be for long. As I waited, I smiled, remembering the guy the day before. I would never forget the feel of his rod in my throat and how it had shot its hot load all over my face. He was the first, but I knew now there'd be many more.
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Tom and I have been together for about four years now, but most of Tom's family doesn't know that he's gay. He travels a lot, and his mother just assumes he has a "girl in every port", and will probably never settle down. So when Tom's younger cousin, Hank, wrote that he needed a place to stay while he was in town for a conference, we were more than just a little concerned about him finding out. We moved all of Tom's clothing and personal effects into the spare bedroom and made it "Tom's room". Hank would have no reason to suspect anything about us based on what he would see of the apartment. Hank showed up on a Friday afternoon, with just enough time to drop off his bags and have a beer before he had to rush off to the convention center. I was in the kitchen when Tom called me out to introduce us, and I nearly dropped my teeth! This guy had all of Tom's handsome looks, and then some! As a matter of fact, I might have though that they were twins, if Hank weren't eight years younger than Tom. Anyway, we said our hellos, stashed his bags next to the couch, and showed him how to open it into a bed. As we drank our beers, Hank told us about the conference, and his schedule. "So what time will you be getting in?" Tom asked. "I imagine it will be late. Maybe two o'clock?" Hank replied. "That's kind of late for us," said Tom. "Suppose we just give you a key, and you can let yourself In?" Hank thought it was a great idea, so the key was taken, and we all said our good-byes. Sex that evening was great. I was so turned on by Hank's incredible good looks that I was a mad man. Tom appreciated my passion, and returned it. "God!" I exclaimed, as he lay in my arms afterward, "Are they all like that at home?" "Yeah, Gramps was a real looker. Had a lot of women chasing me all through school, thanks to him." "Wherever you are, Gramps," I said, "my greatest appreciation." We had showered and retired to our respective rooms by eleven. We both had hectic Saturdays ahead of us, and we wanted to get some sleep. Sometime later, I don't know what time it was, I woke up to someone shaking me. In the darkness, and In my foggy state, I thought I saw Tom standing at the side of the bed. "Hi", I mumbled to the man dressed only in briefs. I reached out and began stroking his thigh. "Um, hi," he mumbled back. I let my hand reach further and further up until I was kneading his balls. He stood there in a stupor as his erection sprang to life. My hand found its way under the fabric and came in direct contact with hard flesh. "Wow," I murmured, "you're as hard as a rock." He responded with a deep-throated gurgle, and put his hands on my shoulders to steady himself. Gingerly, I pulled the straining material aside, and began tonguing his balls while I reached be hind him to massage his buttocks. He was teetering beside the bed, so I gently pulled him down to the bed beside me. He came willingly and roller over so that his hard-on was pointing toward the ceiling. I took his uncut cock into my throat with one swallow. He gasped, and his hips thrust back in response. I began to suck hungrily on his dick. Soft moans escaped his lips between racked and labored breathing. Then, it became too much for him. He began writhing and bucking. His breathing was short and rapid. He was seconds from cumming. "Please," he begged as he exploded down my throat, "Please don't tell Tom about this!" I switched on the bookshelf light as Hank lay, panting, in the throes of orgasm. The look on his face told me that he had never had another man give him a blow job, much though he might have wished it. Thinking quickly, I wrapped my arms around him. "Isn't that what you came here for?" I feinted. “No, I wanted to tell you that the toilet was acting up," he apologized, his natural tone returning. "Oh, that. I should have warned you about that. We’ll fix it in the morning. And don't worry about this. It's our secret." Much relieved, he straightened his underwear, and padded to the door. "Don?" he hesitated as he stood in the doorway. "Yeah, Hank?" "That was incredible. Could we do it again before I leave?" My head spun. What was I going to say? If I said no I would crush him. If I said yes, I would break my vow of monogamy with the man sleeping in the next room. "Let's talk about it tomorrow, huh?" I managed. "Yeah, ok," he said, disappointedly. The next morning, Hank was gone when we got up. I tried to explain to Tom what had happened the night before without breaking my promise of secrecy, but the delicacy of the matter demanded honesty. We talked about his cousin's flickering sexuality, and the importance of not snuffing it out or sending him underground. Family concerns or no, we resolved to tell him. We moved all of Tom's stuff back into our bedroom. We called the convention center, and left a message for Hank, asking him to come home at 4:00. (To be continued in my next post.)
When I got home at 4:30, Hank was sitting there, beer in hand, trying to cover his nervousness. I headed into the kitchen, and began supper. Hank appeared behind me, and tentatively put his hand on my ass. I put down the milk bottle, and turned to him. Taking him in a firm embrace, I kissed him on the cheek. "Hank, why don't you help me with dinner, and after we all eat, we’ll talk about this, ok?" He nodded, looking a little anxious. I gave him a friendly squeeze and handed him an onion. Tom showed up around 6:00, and we quickly sat down to eat. Everyone was behaving too stiff, but it was over with in record time, and we retired to the living room to get on with it. Hank broached the subject with his observation that his suitcase was missing. "It's not missing," Tom said, "I moved it into your bedroom." Confusion reigned for the moment, as Hank tried to piece together sleeping on the couch one night, and having his own room the next. "I don't get it ... " he began. "Don and I aren't roommates," Tom started, "we don't have two separate bedrooms. We share one." The light of recognition began to shine In Hank's eyes. "So you moved into the spare bedroom . . . ?" he faltered. "... to make you think that we were room mates," I finished. The confusion broke, followed swiftly by disappointment as Hank realized that he would not be sleeping with me. His fantasy had just run up against the brick-wall of reality. Responding to his fallen expression, I reached out and squeezed his thigh. With some resolve, he covered my hand with his own. Tom quickly gestured to me, and a decision was reached. I rose to my feet, pulling Hank behind me. Tom led the way to our bedroom, and threw on the light. Hank looked terribly uncertain. We fumbled for a moment, then set in to undressing our guest. Articles of clothing were discarded with accompanying kisses and caresses. Tom and I quickly stripped Hank, and took him to bed, making him a participant in our love-making. Soon, dicks were everywhere, rock hard and dripping. Hank took a dick in each hand, and began stroking and pleasuring us. We covered his body with teeth and tongues. Hank's uncut cock was stiff as a board, and deeply-veined. I continued to kiss and knead him as I slipped down towards his throbbing organ. Meanwhile, Tom worked his way up until his own engorged uncut meat was staring Hank in the face. Hank got the idea, and began chewing on Tom's rod before I even got settled in. Soon, there was a whole lot of sucking going on. Hank was proving that he was a real go-getter, snorting and bobbing on Tom's dick, pushing him to the limits of passion. At the same time, his own orgasm was mounting. I was doing everything I knew how to keep him hanging on the edge, and he was responding with violent thrashing and grunting. Tom had straddled Hank's chest, gripping the headboard with both hands, eyes screwed tight, as he rocked back and forth in time to Hank's sucking. Hank, In turn, was bucking to the rhythm that I had set up as my lips slid up and down his stiff organ. As I sped up, he sped up. All of this sucking was having its effect on the boys. Just to up the ante, I spit on a finger and worked it up Hank's ass. He went nuts, snorting and gasping and sucking on Tom's dick for all it was worth. Tom couldn't hold back anymore. He thrust his cock into Hank's frantic mouth. Hank freaked out and began to shoot down my throat. I had to hold on with both hands as Hank thrust and thrust. Tom collapsed backwards, laying head to ass with Hank, panting and moaning. I lay my head on Hank's thigh and closed my eyes, relishing the moment of orgasm. When I opened my eyes, I was met with lascivious looks accompanied by two devilish grins. Excitedly, they maneuvered themselves around me so that Tom was up against me, and Hank was crouching between my legs. Tom's mouth covered mine, and we began to explore with our tongues. In the meanwhile, Hank had discovered my asshole, and began reaming me out. I grabbed for Tom's uncut dick and it instantly grew hard. Hank's tongue was doing a job and I felt the heat rising from my ass. Tom gestured to Hank, who repositioned himself over my straining cock. Hank started lapping at it as Tom moved down and between my legs and rammed his steel-hard cock into my spit-slick ass. Tom and Hank set up a rhythm that quickly pushed me to the edge. My hands fell to Hank's head, petting him, and slowing him down so I could enjoy the sensations longer. The waves and rhythms sent me out of my mind, and the only thing I could concentrate on was the growing tension in my groin and my lover's insistent thrusts. Tom shuddered as he reached the end of the road. He grabbed my shoulders as he pushed himself in all the way, squashing Hank's head between us. Hank redoubled his efforts in the space he had left, and it paid off in an earth-shattering orgasm that raked through my bowels and left me gasping for breath. Tom came almost immediately after I did, and he slumped forward, wrapping his arms around me. Hank sat back and played with the muscles In Tom's arms. Everyone smiled at me. Hank didn't return to his convention that weekend. We spent the time talking, and visiting with friends, and making plans to help him move up to Denver with us. We would see him again soon.
