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Hard Sell Part Three -Hard Ride

What kind of punishment is this, Mark asked himself. Naked with his wrists bound to his ankles on his knees, he breathed through his nose because his own cum soaked briefs had been stuffed in his mouth. He watched as Oliver stripped out of his clothes.

Over six foot tall, broad shouldered, a flat muscled stomach, bald with glasses, handsome and confident. He sat on the couch directly across from him, spread his knees. His limp cock hung down over two large balls, hairy balls. He remembered the smell of the man, the taste of his dick, and he began to drool. The spit soaked the underwear, allowing the flavors to run out over his tongue and down his throat.

The man ran one hand up his own thigh to his dick, the other hand over his chest to play with his nipples until each of them were hard. He stroked his dick and Mark grunted with desire, pulled a little at his bonds. Oliver smirked. He ran the hand from his nipples to his dick, gripped it with both hands. Mark could still see the head sticking out. It was big, long, the biggest he had ever sucked, the biggest that could possibly be inside of him that night. He moaned and struggled. Oliver got up and moved to him, pulled the underwear from his mouth.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes sir."

"Do you want to suck my dick?"

"Yes sir."

"How about eat my ass?"

"Yes sir, anything you want sir."

Oliver turned in front of the younger man and bent over with his feet wide, one hand reached back to help part his cheeks, the other grabbed hold of the ring on Mark's collar and pulled. Mark found himself quickly pulled into flesh. He stuck out his tongue and felt the man's anus, probed at the soft flesh as he was held there. The hand that had helped part his cheeks grabbed at Mark's hair to pull him deeper. He licked and sucked at that man's hole as he listened to him moan.

At first the other man's anus felt like a wrinkle of skin, a tight opening. He continued to lick over it, worked his tongue in a little at a time until the flesh puckered. He strained against his shackles, felt his muscles tighten. The man held him tight between his cheeks. He moaned and stuck out his tongue as Oscar groaned and dug his fingers into his scalp.

"Eat my ass," Oscar demanded.

Mark continued to lick and kiss until his jaw ached, then Oscar pulled away from him, turned and aimed his dick for Mark's mouth. He pushed against his lips, slid between them, along his tongue and to the back of his throat until he gagged, until he couldn't breath. Mark struggled with the mouthful of dick. He felt his stomach tighten, his own dick the hardest it had ever been, a sensitive probe that could even feel the air. It waved around as his ass cheeks flexed, it tried to find anything to rub against. Oliver pulled his dick out and Mark gasped for breath, spit ran out from his mouth, his lips felt swollen, saliva landed on his heaving chest.

Oscar slapped him with his dick on either side of his face, then pulled at his hair until Mark looked up into his eyes. His mouth open he didn't expect spit, Oscar's spit, to slowly descend into it. But he swallowed.

"Please, can I have some more?" he begged.

Oscar slapped him across the face with one hand as the other continued to pull his hair. He spit again into Mark's mouth, then stuck his dick back inside. His lips were smooth sailing, his tongue a fine texture, and his throat warm and moist. He stroked in and out several times until he didn't think Mark could withstand anymore, then he pulled out and held him with a hand on each shoulder so he wouldn't fall.

Mark wanted more, begged for more but his voice was weak. Oscar put an arm around his throat as he undid the restraints. Mark found the release was like a new weight as his body gave in to the pain. Oscar helped him to the ground, face down, and gasping for air. Oscar got down on his knees, lay down on Mark's prone body, his dick pressed against his backside. Mark begged to be taken, his own drooling dick pressed into the carpet felt like a new part of his body.

"Do you want it?" Oscar asked.

"Fuck me," Mark answered.

He slid down, pressed between his cheeks, right to his hole. Mark felt the intruder, the pressure at his ass and he tried to lift himself up to greet it. His left leg contracted up towards his body, his right was limp and extended. He felt Oscar's fingertips run up his back, down his spine through sweat. He held his breath as he felt the other man push inside, a pain ran through him and out his throat in a guttural scream. Oscar put one hand to his mouth to cover it but his fingers slipped inside and Marked sucked at them. He tasted the salt of his own body, but it wasn't the flavor. It was the pressure against his lips. He tightened around the fingers. He tightened around the dick.

The pain turned to pleasure and his sphincter loosened, stretched as he felt Oscar move inside him. His own dick strained, a nerve ran from the head down the shaft between his thighs to his hole where Oscar's dick held him open, the nerve continued inside to his stomach. His belly tingled from the rough fabric of the carpet. He felt like he as was in pieces connected by fibres of nerve. He reached out and dug his fingers into it, the leather cuffs were fixtures of reality.

Oscar continued to fuck him, in and out until he was in a rhythm as his low hanging balls slapped against Mark's. He felt his own muscles strain, sweat ran down his back. His sensitive dick encased in a warmth that he loved. He battered away at the younger man who groaned against his fingers. He felt that rush, that sting, a moment of bliss and pain of an orgasm.

Ejaculate shot from him and deep inside Mark. He held him close, their bodies felt like one breathing entity. Their skin was hot and felt like they bonded. He lay for a moment before reaching down between the younger man's thighs to his dick and took hold of it. He pulled it back between his thighs, his tight balls strained under the pressure. He tickled the engorged, bulbous head that was slick with pre-cum which made Mark squeal with pleasure until his legs spasmed and his buttocks tightened. He shrieked as he felt the best orgasm approaching.

Every part of his body felt like it was pulled together and out his dick. He closed his eyes and felt it all drain out, spasm after spasm until it was gone. Oscar massaged out every last feeling of pleasure and pain. Oscar sat back on his thighs, playfully slapped Mark on the ass.

"Was it good for you?" Oscar asked.

Mark groaned a response, rolled over onto his back. His dick bent back up against his belly, ejaculate leaked out over it. He struggled to catch his breath. Oscar lay back down on top of him, chest to chest. He kissed him, touched him, then pulled away and lay next to him on his back. Their two naked bodies side by side.

"That was so fucking good," Mark said.

"Give me fifteen minutes and we can go again," Oscar replied.

Mark pulled his knees up one at a time to stretch his muscles, flexed his arms, and rolled over to Oscar, put his head on the man's shoulder. He reached down with his left hand and took hold of the man's dick. He tugged and stroked at it, as it hardened he lingered more around the head amongst the foreskin. Oscar reached down to Mark's dick and pulled at it. They kissed and snuggled against each other until they were both erect.

Oscar rolled over on top, kissed and rubbed his way down the younger man's body until he got to his dick which he took easily in his mouth and sucked clean. He licked down to his balls, sucked on each of them, then went lower along the rippled trail as he pushed Mark's knees up to his chest. He licked down and at his leaking hole. He tasted his own cum, then maneuvered up, let the back of Mark's knees rest on his shoulders, pressed his dick to his hole. He pushed inside slowly. It was easier but still tight. He slid to the base, pulled out then thrust back inside.

He pushed Mark's knees to his chest and kissed his red, sensitive lips. Mark grabbed back, took hold of the man's shoulders, dug his nails into skin. Oscar continued to pump, stroke after stroke. His balls slapped each time. He pinched the younger man's nipples until they were points, then ran his hands down over his muscled stomach to Mark's dick. He stroked with one hand and pulled at his balls with the other. They groaned and touched everywhere they could reach. Oscar felt the strain in his muscles but pushed through it. He rolled Mark onto his side, fucked him some more, then rolled him onto his stomach and found a renewed determination. He pulled him up onto his hands and knees while keeping his dick inside. He wrapped his arms around him, his balls swung freely until they tightened, and it happened.

Another orgasm, he bit at his lip as he reached for Mark's dick. He quickly stroked him to his second climax. They paused for a moment in their embrace before falling back to the floor. Oscar pulled out and rolled onto his side beside him. He ran a finger down his spine to his ass, between his cheeks, and inside. He felt the looseness, the wetness of a used hole and he smiled. It wouldn't take much more, he thought, to turn him out with his friends.

Hard Sell - Part 1

Nothing was going right for Mark as he sat at his desk in the car dealership of that early Monday morning. Twenty-three and he had made salesman of the month three months in a row but he was starting to feel the drag of hustling for sells. He thumbed through his rolodex trying to think up a customer but no one came to mind. His two voices were in discussion when he spotted the man walking from the service area, forties, bald and glasses but fit and there was a look in his eyes like he had a unfortunate morning too. Mark made eye contact with him as he stepped into the sales floor, but the look made him nervous and they both looked away for a moment but then the man made his way over past the other desks.

"Excuse me, but is there a nearby place for breakfast?"

Mark looked to the man's feet, then worked up his body. He couldn't help but notice an ample bulge. He looked up over the man's flat stomach to his designer tie, and then his face. They looked each other in the eye.

"There's a place down the road but it's over a mile."

"Maybe I'll just get something from the machines," the man replied.

He walked away, back to the service area, and Mark had an instant feeling of regret. He should have gotten the man's name, should have introduced himself. He looked around at the other sales people trying to look busy. Right, he said, I'm going to make a sell. He pushed himself from the chair and walked to the waiting area of the service department, a hallway with plastic bottomed chairs. There the man sat with a bag of candy, his knees spread wide letting Mark get another view of his bulge. He swallowed hard at the sight, felt his cheeks warm with embarrassment but he kept walking. One foot in front of the other until they were only a few feet apart.

"Actually, if you'd like we could take a demo car," Mark said.

"Sounds good," the man replied.

"My name is Mark."

"My name is Oliver."

They shook hands and Oliver got to his feet. Mark walked back to the sales floor and Oliver followed him to the keys. Mark picked out one of their sportier models and flashed the keys before they went out to find it. When they got there the man was impressed but started to move to the passenger side.

"Actually, why don't you drive," Mark said.

Oliver took the keys and they walked around to the appropriate sides of the car. Mark looked back at the dealership before getting inside. Oliver sat in the driver's seat and pushed it back as far as it would go. The man's cologne was musky with a hint of cinnamon and Mark liked it. Oliver started the car and pulled out of the lot with ease. They drove away and passed the diner.

"I thought you said you were hungry," Mark said.

"In a little bit. I just like this car so much. I have the previous year but this is nice."

"Good," Mark said, just reel in the line, he told himself.

Oliver pressed down on the pedal and they were easily ten miles over the speed limit, Mark noticed and warned him cops liked to patrol here to catch people on a test drive so he slowed to the speed limit. When they got to the next right hand turn he made it and soon they were getting farther from the dealership. Mark felt excited by the risk of it. Oliver turned off on another road, then another, and they were in the woods. He saw signs for a park and soon they were there in the lot, an empty lot. Oliver pulled into a space, put the car in park and turned off the engine.

"Have you ever been here before?" Oliver asked.

Mark looked around at the place but he had never seen it before. He smiled at the man who spread his knees farther apart. He looked to his bulge and he thought he saw a twitch.

"This a known spot for cruising," Oliver said.

"People drive their cars around here?" Mark asked.

"No, I mean... never mind," Oliver said, "it's not important. You look like you were having a bad day. Me too, my car wouldn't start. It's a good thing I own my own business or else I'd be late."

"My sales have been down and I know my boss is going to ream me out," Mark said. "I've just about used everyone in my rolodex."

"Well, I know you took me out to try and get a sale but honestly I'm good right now. My car is still under a warranty I bought at the dealership. But I could tell my friends about this one and what a nice guy you are."

"Really? Thanks," Mark replied.

"I know we have to get back but there is a way to improve the day," Oliver said.

Mark looked to him, looked him in the eyes, and he felt his cheeks warm again. He noticed a movement down in the man's lap, a twitch, a pulse that strained the fabric.

"Would you be interested? Just a little bit of fun so the day isn't terrible."

Mark looked out of the car windows but there were no other cars, no signs of human life. He had been thinking about the man's dick since the moment he saw him. He wanted it. He wanted the feeling of risk, the rush of the act, and the reward of it, of having transgressed his role. He licked at his teeth and gulped before nodding.

"I want to hear you say it," Oliver said.

"I want to suck your dick," Mark blurted out.

The man reached across and put a hand on the back of his neck as his other hand massaged the fabric around his lengthening dick. Mark felt a slight pull but it didn't take anymore for him to put his face down there. He reached for the man's zipper and pulled it open. He started to reach in to get it when Oliver stopped him. He could smell it, sweat and cologne, almost taste it.

"Wait, I hate the feeling of the zipper teeth," he said.

He took his hand away from Mark's neck allowing him to sit up. He watched as the man undid his belt and the catch of his dress pants before pushing his boxers and pants to his ankles. There it was, inches of dick and it still had more to grow. Mark licked his lips at the sight. It was half inflated across the man's left thigh with ejaculate leaking from the head and foreskin over mushroom head.

"If we're going to do this we might make a mess. You should strip down and throw your clothes in the back."

Mark looked around again and when he didn't see anyone he said, "fuck it" then began to strip. First his shoes, then his socks, his tie, then his shirt. He shucked his pants leaving him in his underwear, white briefs and white undershirt. His own smaller dick already created a wet spot in his briefs.

"Leave em," Oliver said.

Mark reached down inside at his own slippery cock before leaning down to man's lap. He licked at his dick, sucked at his balls, and it stiffened with the sensations. He licked along the length of it, nibbled at the foreskin until it retreated. He licked at the glans, pushed the skin back with his lips until they wrapped around the head. He sucked at it. His own hand slipped around his own dick from the premature ejaculate filling his briefs. He could taste the man's skin and his ejaculate, it was earthy and tingled but he kept at even as his own balls tightened. He pushed his tongue against the bulbous head, slid it along to the back of his throat and started to gag. Oliver ran his fingers through Mark's hair.

"Don't get greedy, just take it slow. It's a lot to handle."

Mark pulled away to catch his breath through his nose before plunging down again. He felt Oliver's dick slide past his gag reflex to his throat. It was warm and filling like no other before him. Oliver grunted and groaned with pleasure, his feet slid along the mat.

"Oh yeah, you like that dick. Oh, yeah, you're good. I was worried you'd be a virgin but you're a little whore aren't you. Yeah, you like that dick. Let me feel your ass."

Oliver reached, slid his hand under the back of Mark's briefs, his finger went straight to his hole. He poked inside with an eagerness that told Mark he was wanted at both ends. He moaned with the pressure causing a vibration that ran through the man's balls to his brain. Mark felt the finger invade him right to the knuckle. He sucked until he was choking before he pulled off. Spit ran from his lips, a string lingered between them and the other man's dick. He looked at it, hard and pointed at the man's belly. He went back at it, put the head in his mouth and sucked. Oliver's free hand grabbed at his head to encourage him to go farther but he was out of breath and his own dick was on edge.

"If you can't take it again just get under the balls," he ordered.

Mark pulled off, licked down the man's dick to his balls. They were tight and ready so he went lower. He licked under them and the man kept pushing more, along the taint and almost to his asshole but he paused for a moment. He had never gone there before. His own ears burned, and a second finger pushed inside. He was doing a lot he had never done before so he went deeper between the man's cheeks.

"Oh god, I'm going to cum," Oliver said.

The man groaned, ejaculate shot out uncontrolled and random, some of it landed on the back of Mark's head. He could taste the man, a man, like he never had before. He sat back as Oliver pulled out his fingers and started to jack himself with more force until he felt that familiar sensation of pleasure and pain. His ejaculate shot through the cloth to the floor, then was held by it. He stroked a few more times to get every last sensation. He sat back and looked to Oliver who smiled with satisfaction.

"You're good," he grunted.

"Thanks, I've never done anything quite like that," Mark replied.

"Take off your underwear, wipe up the mess then give them to me."

Mark peeled them down over his thighs, wiped at his cock and balls before wiping up the mess from the floor with an unspoiled piece. He handed them over to Oliver who cleaned up the steering wheel, then held them to his nose.

"You smell so good," he said.

"Thanks."

"Can I keep these?"

"I can't wear them back to work so sure."

"Oh god, that was good, you were good. Would you want to do this again? Maybe more?"

"Okay," Mark said.

"I'm hosting a poker game tomorrow night. I have some friends who could show you the ropes and so much more. What do you say?"

"Any of them interested in buying a car?"

They laughed at the thought and sat there until the pleasure wore off, the fantasy ended, and they were just two exposed men in a public place, then they pulled on their clothes and figured out how to move on with their day.

Brat in the Frat Ch 02 - Frat Party

By the second week of classes Peter had gotten a student job working the entrance to the college's gymnasium. It was an easy task that could have been done by a card reader, just check an ID then buzz the person or persons in past the gate. Three hours a day after class, he could do homework or read a book when things were slow. By Friday he was bored and playing games on his phone as he sat there watching other students pass through. He was vigilant about checking ID's so when he saw Brad coming his way he gave a little satisfied smirk. Brad sighed as he stepped to the desk with his ID in hand. Peter scrutinized it enough to read and memorize his last name, Gallagher, then he pressed the button to let him through.

Two hours later Brad was walking out the exit in shorts and a muscle shirt. He passed without looking his way but stopped outside and turned back. He walked up to the desk without his card in hand.

"Did you forget something?" Peter asked.

"No, well, yeah, I mean, look I'm sorry about last week at lunch and that night at the pool."

"Uh, okay, apology accepted."

"It's just things have been stressful this year. I'm supposed to be graduating but things got messed up, anyway, I just wanted to apologize."

"Yeah, okay, you're forgiven."

"Hey, uh, my fraternity is having a party tonight. Would you like to come?"

Peter looked around nervously. He had never been the party type. He didn't hang with those people, at least not jock frat type people. He gulped at the question. Was he being set up somehow? He was starting to have his doubts but Brad looked at him with sincerity in his eyes, at least he thought it was sincerity.

"Yeah, I'll see if I can stop by. What frat house is it?"

"It's the Alpha Cum Omega House. It's the old Victorian one just off campus. Here let me write down the address."

Brad took a card from its holder and picked up a pen. He scribbled down an address and handed it over. Peter could make out enough of it that he thought he knew what it said. I probably won't go but just be nice, he told himself. He smiled at Brad and tucked the card in a book he had been reading. Brad slapped the desk in excitement and said, "see you there" before walking out. Peter bit his lip at the sight of the young man walking away, a brief or jock outline evident under his sheer white shorts.

After work he stopped at the vending machines for a snack before making his way back to his dorm room. He was surprised to find his roommate there on the bed, back against the wall with a beer in hand and a stranger beside him. Both guys were shirtless, Kevin smiled but the other guy barely acknowledged him.

"What's going on?" Peter asked.

"This is my friend Eric. We were bored and he brought over some beers."

"I wish we knew about some parties or something."

"Why don't you just walk around campus? There's bound to be parties happening," Peter said.

"Some of them you can crash but others you have to be invited to, like the good ones at a frat house where chicks run around topless."

"I heard they have the most beer," Kevin added.

"Well, I've been invited, the Alpha Cum Omega House. Do you want to go?"

"Really?" Kevin asked.

"That would be awesome," Eric said.

"Were you really going to go?" Kevin asked.

"Well, not really, but I mean I will if you guys are interested. But we make a deal that no one gets abandoned there."

"Yeah no problem," Kevin replied.

"Yeah," Eric said.

Peter felt like he could trust Kevin but was leery of Eric. He shrugged off his doubts and started to strip out of his clothes. He picked out a comfortable pair of shorts and t-shirt. They watched him get dressed before pulling on their shirts, finishing their beer, and leaving the crumpled cans in the trash. They walked out with a naive, optimistic feeling.

Somehow, for some reason, Kevin and Eric knew the way. Peter followed along behind them trying to memorize everything he saw. Before they got there they could hear the music, there were parked cars up and down the streets. When they got to the house they walked inside without being questioned. Each room of the house was crowded with people, men and women. Many guys were shirtless, many of the women in revealing shirts. And they were talking to each other. Peter rolled his eyes at the dilemma before making his way through the people to look for Brad.

Kevin and Eric moved with him because he seemed to know where he was going but when they spotted the beer keg they signaled they wanted to stop. He moved to it with them and took one of the offered beers from who he guessed was a frat brother.

"What's the plan?" Kevin asked.

"Yeah, what's the plan?" Eric asked.

"I don't know," Peter said and they started to turn away in annoyance but he grabbed them to get their attention, "look, I should find the guy who invited me. Go talk to some girls and we'll meet back at the front door in an hour. Kevin has my phone number so call me if you need to but let's try to make sure we get home safely."

They agreed to his plan and he headed off into the party, alone. He moved through the crowd with a casual walk, turning sideways to get between people when needed. He rubbed up against a few cute guys on the way accidentally and they glared back at him but he shrugged it off. He looked all through the first floor and was double checking rooms when he finally spotted Brad on a couch in the game room, shirtless and a cup of beer in hand. He walked to him and was greeted with a drunken smile as the other young man got to his feet and moved to hug him. Peter was shocked by the display of affection so he just stood there and accepted it.

"I'm glad you came. I was getting so bored. Did you just get here?"

"Yeah, I hope it's okay I brought some friends."

"Are they as cute as you?" Brad whispered.

"Not really," Peter replied.

Brad gave a mischievous laugh before putting his arm around Peter's waist. He ushered him out of the room to the hallway, then to the kitchen. He bit at his lip nervously as he looked around at the guest partiers.

"Where are we going?" Peter asked.

"I thought we could use some privacy to talk."

"There's too many people," Peter replied.

"Hey, let's go up to my room."

"Okay," Peter said.

They made their way up to the second floor through the people to a bedroom door that Brad pushed open with a casual hand. Peter looked around, then into the room as Brad flicked on the light. It was a little messy inside with stacks of paper plates, crushed cans of beer and pop, and underwear hanging out of a laundry basket. He spotted a bottle by the bed half full with yellow liquid and looked away. He had a guess about what was inside.

"Take a seat," Brad said motioning to his partially covered bed.

Peter sat and looked to Brad who moved to the desk chair and sat. He started to talk but Peter barely listened. He was still wearing his sheer white shorts, every part of his upper body was covered in muscles like he had been carved from stone. His nipples were hard and nearly symmetrical. His abs barely lost form as he sat there. When he moved his arms Peter studied the way his biceps moved.

"So how about it? Do you want to pledge?"

"Uh," Peter said as he looked around the room, "maybe."

"I couldn't stop thinking about you after the swimming pool. You're not shy. I thought you were a nerd but we probably would have been friends in high school huh?"

"Maybe, I was on the swim team. I was kind of a preppy."

"Me too, it's just the way it was. I was on the wrestling team."

"Do you still wrestle?"

"Only in the bedroom," Brad said.

Peter rolled his eyes.

"But listen, I know I can joke with you but I'm not really out to my frat brothers. I don't really go in for all of that gay bullshit. I mean I'm not against it, just, I don't know it's hard to relate."

"No, I understand," Peter said. "I guess I'm kind of a stereotype but I don't exactly relate either to gay pop culture."

"So uh, are you interested in, you know..."

"Is it safe? I mean should we lock the door?"

"I'll do it," Brad said before walking to the door. He locked the handle by pushing it in and twisting. He turned back to Peter who pulled off his shirt. Brad made his way over to him, pulled down his shorts to reveal a hard dick trapped behind a jockstrap.

Peter reached out to the waistband, pulled it down to let Brad's dick stick out. It was easily over six inches, but not as long as Peter's. It curved a little to the left and up. He reached around to his buttocks and grabbed them firmly, pulled him closer until he took his dick between his lips. He sucked at the bulbous head, then sat back and looked up into Brad's eyes.

"That was just a tease," he said. "Now get down and suck me."

Brad sunk to his knees, grabbed at Peter's belt. He quickly undid it and pulled down Peter's shorts to his ankles before looking up to his hardening dick trapped beneath his white briefs along his thigh.

"I used to think the size of the dick was because of how masculine a guy was, how tough. All I had seen was other jocks. Then there was this one guy, the toughest guy I knew and he had the smallest dick. Last year I sucked off this nerd. He had a big dick, not as big as yours, but I thought it was so unfair."

"If you're going to keep talking then I want to hear you say something nice."

"Like what?"

"I want to hear you say it. I want to hear you want to suck my big dick."

"I want to suck it."

"What?"

"I want to suck your big dick."

"What does that make you?"

"A cock sucker," Brad answered.

"Go ahead, pull down my underwear and suck it."

Brad grabbed hold of Peter's underwear, his fingers under the waistband and pulled. When he got down to the ankles he pulled off Peter's shoes, his shorts, and the briefs fell off. He started his way back up and Peter stopped him, pulled Brad up as he stood. Their hard dicks pointed at each other. Peter leaned down and put his dick alongside Brad's. There was an obvious difference. Brad stopped breathing. Peter grinned before moving in to kiss him on the lips. Brad pulled away.

"I don't kiss," he said.

"Then let's get to it."

Peter sat back down. Brad got on his knees beside him on the bed. They leaned towards each other's dicks, made sure they were safely on the bed. Peter on his back Brad put his knees on either side of his head. They sucked and licked at each other. Groaned as their sensitive skin warmed to the beat of their hearts. Peter felt his ears turn red, his lips plumped as Brad thrust down into his mouth. Peter felt Brad struggling to take his dick. He signaled for them to change positions. Brad moved to his side, Peter pushed himself up on one elbow. They went back to sucking at each other. Their hands roamed over each other. Brad pulled away first. Peter did the same and they looked to each other.

"I want to fuck you," Brad said.

"I don't think so. Most guys are satisfied when I do it."

"Most guys?"

"All of the guys," Peter said.

"I've never, I've never been, you know penetrated before."

"We can just stick with this," Peter said.

"Okay," Brad replied.

They went back it, stroked and sucked. Brad came first. Peter pulled off in time to let the ejaculate shoot up over his abs and muscled pecs before falling back onto the bed. Brad stroked his dick with both hands until he felt the familiar twinge of an orgasm and his ejaculate shot up into the air only to land on his belly and in his pubic hair.

"That was good," Peter said.

"We should get back to the party."

Peter moved to the end of the bed and picked up his briefs he wiped at the ejaculate on his belly and in his pubic hair. Brad crawled to end of the bed and stepped off. He picked up his boxers and pulled them on before getting an old shirt and wiping the ejaculate from his chest. They looked each other in the eyes. Peter smirked before tossing his briefs to Brad who caught them in one hand, half the fabric hung loose.

"Something to remember me by," he said.

"I won't forget you any time soon, but really you should pledge."

Peter stood up and pulled on his shorts at the same time. He carefully tucked his dick into safety before zipping his fly closed. He looked to Brad who sniffed at the briefs.

"I'll think about it," Peter said.

He finished dressing and walked out of the room. Surprisingly no one was around. He checked his phone before making his way to where he was supposed to meet Kevin and Eric. He wasn't surprised he didn't find them but he was surprised when he saw them still amongst the crowd, both were shirtless and drunk. Peter made his way to them.

"Hey Peter, glad to see you. We're going to pledge the fraternity, Eric and I. You should too. They're very accepting of homosexuals. I asked."

Peter rolled his eyes at the comment and hoped no one from the fraternity had heard. He looked to Eric who put an arm around his back.

"I'm having a great time," he said.

Peter licked the taste from his teeth, for once he felt lost in the crowd.

Taking It - Fireworks

They were opposites as they looked at each other in the doorway of Philip’s apartment, Philip was dressed in a suit and tie, Austin was dressed in his motorcycle leathers with a helmet in each hand.  They were strangers.  It had started with an email from Philip to procure Austin’s professional services, no that’s not right, it started as an infatuation when Philip saw him in a gay porn video online.  He tracked him on social media for months, saw the private booking e-mail in several of his profiles, and finally he built up the nerve. 

This was the one, this young man who reminded him of so many people he had known throughout his short, twenty-eight year old life.  He was like the boy from summer camp who shared a tent with him, the boy from high school who used to change a few feet away from him in the locker room, the boy in college who was a coworker in his tech support job.  There was a kind of preserved nerd quality to him, yet he was doing it, he was living a dangerous life, at least more dangerous than Philip’s life.  He had some kindness and some kind of impulsive will.  So he did it, he sent the e-mail and he got a response, but it wasn’t a sales pitch, it wasn’t brief and dismissive.  The response was full of gratitude and cheer.  They sent messages back and forth for over a month, corresponded on chat IM’s, and eventually text message.  Finally it was time to talk over the phone.  Philip was nervous when he made the call but he pushed himself to do it. 

“Hello,” Philip said through his tense throat.

“Hey, I’m glad you called, I was just thinking about you,” Austin replied.

“Really?  I mean that’s great, I guess, I thought, I don’t know, if you wanted to get together.  I have the cash like we talked about and...”

“Cool, why don’t we meet at your place?”

“Um, yeah, sure,” Philip said.

“I have an idea of what you’re looking for but why don’t you tell me.”

“I want the boyfriend experience,” Philip said.

And like that he was there, in his biker leathers and a helmet in each hand.  He handed one to Philip who took it reluctantly as he thought about if he should offer Austin some clothes for the restaurant.

“Take this and make sure you hold on,” Austin said.

They went down to his bike which he had parked in front in a fire zone.  Austin climbed on first, looked back to Philip who took a deep breath before putting on his helmet.  He let out the air before swinging his leg over and putting himself down on the seat right against Austin’s body.  Austin reached back and took his hands, pulled them up around his chest. 

“Hold on tight and don’t fight it, lean with me and I’ll make sure you get home safe, don’t be afraid to get close.”

Austin started the bike causing a vibration that ran up through their bodies.  Philip’s helmet felt heavy and awkward on his head, for a moment he thought he would pass out but he forced himself to keep breathing.  Austin kicked up the stand, made one last pat to Philip’s hands, then pulled out into the street.  He took it easy at first, slower than the speed limit, enough force to get around the corners, and as he felt Philip relax he gave it more until he was racing down the highway on their way out of town.  There would be no fancy restaurant, no movie and popcorn. 

Just as Philip got comfortable, started to really notice the cars whizzing by them, Austin pulled off the highway, down a steep off ramp to a stop sign.  He came to a stop and Philip clutched at him.  He made a right hand turn, sped down a long, deserted road until they got to a mountainside.  Are we going up that?  Austin gave it gas, raced up the road until they were at the top in a nearly empty parking lot for a chain store.  There were a few cars facing out towards the city lights.  Austin put the kickstand down, signaled for Philip to get off which he did.  He stepped off the bike, took his extra helmet back and put them on the bike.  He took a satchel bag from the back of his bike, slung it over his shoulder, and motioned for Philip to follow him.  They walked off together into the trees, far away from the cars until they came to the cliff.

“What is this place?  I thought we’d go out to a restaurant.”

Before Austin could speak there was a whistle, an explosion, and they both looked out to the cityscape where they saw a green firework spreading out in the sky.  They watched a few more before Austin turned and moved to Philip.  He got close, put one hand to his neck, pulled him into a kiss.  Their tongues slipped against each other for a moment before Philip pulled back.

“I guess I’m a bad boy.  I don’t really do restaurants, not when there’s fireworks like this,” he said.  “Do you want me to take you home?”

“Fuck no,” Philip replied.

“Good,” Austin replied.

They continued to kiss as they groped at each other, pulled at each other’s clothes.  In a mutual, natural motion they got down on their knees, began to strip each other until they were both naked.  Philip grabbed hold of Austin’s dick, felt the girth of it.  This is what he wanted, this dick, this man.  He felt the warmth of it as it stiffened.  He pulled Austin down on top of himself, their chests pressed against each other, their dicks rubbed together as Philip ran his hand around to Austin’s ass.  He only wished they were in his bedroom where they could see each other fully.  Austin broke away from his lips, slowly kissed down his neck, his chest, his belly, and down into his pubic hair, then to his dick.  He took it in his mouth in one go, all of the way to the base.  Philip arched his back, felt the soft grass against his skin.  There was only one last thing.

“I’m a virgin,” Philip said.

Austin pulled away, looked up to him but he couldn’t see any features, barely a silhouette.  He sat back on his haunches, stroked Philip’s dick as well as his own.

“Is that going to be a problem?” Philip asked.

“Are you sure you want me to be your first?” Austin replied.

“Definitely,” Philip answered.

“Then it’s not a problem, I have everything in my bag.”

“I want you to fuck me,” Philip said as he rubbed at his own nipples.

Austin leaned back to him, kissed him, then grabbed under his knees and pushed them up to his chest, folded Philip back against himself to expose his asshole.  Austin opened his bag, felt around for the condoms and the lubricant.  He tore open the condom packet, slipped it over his dick.  He opened the bottle and squirted some onto Philip’s hole, worked some in with his finger before pressing himself to the opening.  He felt a familiar tightness, a reluctance of virginity.  He leaned close to Philip to whisper in his ear.

“You’re not giving anything away.  I’m not taking anything.  We’re sharing something, we’re sharing ourselves, our intimate need.  Don’t fight it, don’t try to control it, it doesn’t have to be perfect, just relax.”

For Philip words like this were usually taken in the wrong way, thought to be patronizing, dismissive, but Austin was special to him.  For once Austin truly was the professional, a sensitive, good natured professional.  He once again focused on his breathing, let his body relax, and eventually he felt the pressure build up down there until he felt Austin inside of him, slowly the pressure grew.  He rolled back his head, his eyes felt like they had reached the back of his skull.  He grabbed for Austin, took hold of his shoulders.  It was done.  He had done it.  He felt Austin shift and pull, then push, sweat on his skin.  Philip ran his hands down to Austin’s chest, felt his muscles, pinched at his nipples.  Austin grunted and moaned as he worked himself into a rhythm.  Philip felt a sensation run through his body, again and again with each thrust, he felt like he was being tickled from the inside and he loved it.  His dick was hard and leaking and it didn’t even need to be touched.  He felt it against his belly, hot and sticky until it tightened and he had an orgasm, ejaculate hit his chin, his neck.

“Oh my god,” Philip said.

Austin slowed, pulled out.  He rolled Philip on his side, got down behind him, pressed against him.  His hard dick pressed against Philip’s butt.

“Don’t you want to get off too?” Philip asked.

“Look,” Austin said as he pointed out to the fireworks.

Philip relaxed against the other man’s body, put his head against him so they could both look out at the last of the explosions. 

“I want you to get off too,” Philip said.

“Don’t worry we have plenty of time for that,” Austin replied.

They continued to watch the fireworks.  Austin’s dick slowly shrunk between them and they forgot about sex.  Their warm bodies against each other, the comfort of flesh, they didn’t talk.  They just enjoyed the feeling of being there amongst the trees looking out at the city with all of the different illuminations of color.

Hours later they walked back to Austin’s motorcycle, only one car was left and it rocked a little so they figured whoever was inside was doing the same thing they had been doing.

Slim

A slim man with long legs, his jeans were faded  and clung to his butt, a partially tucked plaid shirt, a short beard of black hair, handsome with a wad of chew in his cheek, he looked to me with a curious eye as I stood next to him in the aisle of the convenience store. Play it subtle, I told myself, don't come on too strong and don't get noticed by the clerk. I was about to approach him but he turned away in a moment of fear so I went back to my own business of shopping. After picking out a few things I noticed he hadn't checked out so I made my way to the back where I found him considering which flavor of beer he wanted. I sighed and looked away despite his appealing figure, the way he stood with one hand on his hip. I moved closer but kept my eye on the beer.

"Have you ever tried that?" he asked pointing to a case of dark, Mexican beer. His first words and he was talking to me. A rush of excitement ran from my toes to my spine, from my spine to my lungs but I tried to keep control and focused on my breathing.

"A bit strong," I said, "but very flavorful. I like something a bit lighter myself."

"Coors?"

"No, I think I can do for something a little more. How about you?"

"A bit expensive for a six-pack," he said.

"My treat," I said as friendly as I could.

"There's nobody at my place tonight except me and my dog," he said.

"Maybe we could share," I replied.

"I'd like to try something new," he said.

I took out a six-pack of the beer of my choosing and a case of beer he would like, then motioned for him to head out. The cashier put down her phone long enough for me to checkout. I carried my goods out to my car, unlocked the doors. I put my things in the trunk, moved to the driver's door. He looked around for a moment before getting into the passenger seat. I pulled out from the parking lot and for a moment I was afraid he wouldn't speak again, that he'd open the car door and run, but he cleared his throat and began to give me instructions to his home. We drove out of town on one of the highways that passed through for several miles, then turned off on a country road, then another until there were few houses. We passed several farms until the paved road turned to dirt. We came to a trailer surrounded by trees. A dog tied to a post came out from a small house to bark at us but changed from anger to happiness when the man got out of the car. He walked to it, greeted it with a gentle hand as he squatted in front of it displaying once again his muscled butt.

I grinned at the sight of him before remembering the beer in the trunk of the car. He unfastened the dog and lead it to the front door as I got the two cases. I followed after him, stepped inside tentatively. He told me not to worry and that he had put the dog in its kennel with some food. I set the beer on a nearby table before I looked around at the place. It was unusually clean for a single man, decorated by old furniture and a few framed photographs, there was no television and a single couch against the far wall. I spotted his refrigerator, put the beer away except for a bottle each. I made my way over to him, gave him one, and we sat next to each other on the couch. I took a drink from my bottle, he gulped at his. We didn't speak for a long time and for a moment I thought he was having second thoughts but then he set down his beer, reached for his belt. I noted the buckle was gold in color with some kind of logo but I could barely make out what it said as he undid his belt. He unbuttoned his jeans, unzipped his fly, and fished out his impressive dick from a pair of white briefs. I watched as he began to stroke himself until he was erect.

"Do you like it?" he asked.

"It's very nice," I replied.

"Would you like to touch it?"

"Yes please," I answered.

He took my hand and guided it to his dick. I wrapped my fingers around it, felt the warmth of him, the softness of his skin, the resiliency of his blood. He smiled at me and that's when I knew he had done this type of thing before. I smiled back as I began to rub his dick, slid my hand up and down his long shaft as I studied it, felt the way it bounced back with a little bit of pressure.

"You're drooling," he said.

I checked myself. I wasn't drooling but my mouth had been open in some kind of unconscious act, some kind of habit. I leaned down, wet my lips then nipped at the head of his dick before putting it in my mouth. I listened to him grown as he relaxed, felt his body shift. I let him feel the warmth of my mouth before letting it go any farther. I sucked at him, let the spit build up in my mouth until it leaked from my lips and ran down to his nuts.

"You're so good," he said, "don't stop."

I got down on my knees before him but it wasn't enough to just suck on his dick. I wanted all of his flesh so I reached up to his waist, sunk my fingers in between his underwear and skin then pulled. He gave in to my desire as he lifted up enough for me to work his jeans and tighty whities down to his ankles. I went back at him, licked at his balls as his shaft pushed against the side of my face. I moved down slowly, first under his balls, then to that sensitive patch of skin.

I ran my tongue back up between his balls to his dick, licked along the shaft until I reached the head which I took between my lips. I sucked at his cock and looked up into his eyes as he grabbed at the cushions. He balled his fists to try and keep control of himself but I heard his breath leave his body when I took all of him in my mouth right down to his balls and I stuck out my tongue to his tightened balls. This rough, modern cowboy was mine, I thought as I pulled off of him, sat back on my haunches, grabbed at his dick with one hand, stuck two fingers from my other hand in my mouth.

I waited until his dick was as hard as it could get, full of blood, veins full, the bulbous head sensitive and dripping, then I worked a slippery finger between his cheeks, his tight ass gave easily. I found his prostate, gave it a tickle. He grunted and moaned for me to keep at it so I stuck his dick back in my mouth. I felt his pulse around my finger, the spasm of his anus but I thought he could take a second finger so I slipped the next one into his warmth. He shuddered and began to have an orgasm. His thick, warm ejaculate filled my mouth and I swallowed it as I continued to suck.

There was more to be had from this young man as my fingers tickled inside of him. I sucked at his bulbous head, grabbed hold of his dick with three fingers of my free hand and stroked. I thought my arm would give out but he had another second orgasm within minutes of the first. I pulled my fingers from him, took the second mouthful to the kitchen sink and spat it out. I washed my hands with the dish soap as I looked over to him still on the couch with his eyes closed, his hard dick slowly deflating between his legs.

My own hard dick still tucked away in my jeans began to soften no doubt having made a mess of my own tighty whites. He finally opened his eyes to look at me as I dried my hands with some nearby paper towels.

"That was new," he said.

"I'm glad you liked it. Thanks for indulging in my ministrations."

"You can't tell anyone," he said.

"I don't even know your name," I replied.

"Oh, right, well if we see each other around town..."

"Total strangers, unless, you know, you want to do something else."

I took in the sight of him one last time, his hairy thighs, his dick now leaking between them, his jeans and briefs down around his ankles. He scratched at his stomach revealing an equally hairy belly that was soft from not exercising that part of his body.

"Well, that was good," he said. "Do you want to stick around for another beer?"

He sounded genuine and I would have enjoyed the sight of him sitting there or else walking around in his jockies, maybe even get him to go another round, but no I had my fun, I told myself, shouldn't be too greedy.

"No, I should be going," I replied.

He got up from his seat, pulled up his pants and underwear, then made his way over to me, and shook my hand before stepping with me to the door. I stepped out into the cool air, smiled at what I had just done, and headed to my car. It was a slow drive back to my home, the taste of him still on my tongue.

The Brat Ch 07 - Collateral Damage

“See that nerd over there,” my heart sunk at the comment, “I think he’s game.  Do you want to see which one of us can get him to give a blow job?”

“No way,” I said.  “I’m in a relationship.”

“Okay, well I’m going to give it a try.  Ten bucks says if he doesn’t have braces then I’m going to get him to blow me.  If he does have braces then I’m going to have him give me a hand job.  What do you say?”

I shook my head as I said, “no way.”

“You’re no fun.  Well, bet or not I’m going for it.  I bet he’s a virgin.”

Ryan got up from where we were sitting and crossed the distance between us to the young man he had pointed out.  He looked to be my age but skinnier, more awkward.  He wore a black t-shirt with some kind of gaming logo I didn’t recognize and cargo shorts with full pockets.  He had thick framed glasses, dark hair, and a slight case of acne.  He was cute but shy.  He was no match for Ryan with his muscled arms and chest, his experience of conniving.

The young man looked away nervously as Ryan sat beside him.  I thought it was over and that the guy would run but then Ryan seemed to say hello, come up with some reason to talk.  I watched them chat for a few minutes, then Ryan leaned to his ear and whispered something.  The guy blushed as he looked away to consider the proposal.  He whispered something back to Ryan who clapped him on the back before he got up and walked to me.

“Not going to work?” I asked.

“Actually he’s interested but he’s definitely a virgin.  Though I think he’s thought about it a lot.  He knows where there’s a bathroom that doesn’t get used much but he wants someone to be the lookout.  Would you help us?”

I rolled my eyes at the prospect.  It wasn’t the act.  It was Ryan.  I was liking him less and less.  He was just going to use the guy, a virgin no less.

“Come on he wants it.  He wants me.  I probably remind him of the high school quarterback he always fantasized about.  He’ll get just as much out of it.  It will be a fantasy come true.”

“Okay, okay, you’re over selling it.  Let’s just get this over with,” I said.

He motioned for the guy to lead the way and we followed after him by about twenty feet.  Ryan kept looking everywhere else in a casual strut.  I watched the young man, the way his feet moved, and the way his ass looked in his pants, especially when he took the escalator up.  He led us to a nearly abandoned area of the mall where many of the stores had closed.  It was strange that it felt so dead even though the rest of the mall was filled with light and people.

For a moment I worried it might be a trap of some kind but then I really thought about it.  There was two of us and he didn’t look like the type to really have many friends, at least many friends who would mug us.  The guy went in first.  Ryan stopped me in the doorway, took hold of my shoulders and pushed me to the wall just inside so that I could watch out for people.

There was no door, just a curve of concrete to provide that illusion of privacy.  I listened to them go into a bathroom stall and close the door.  Ryan whispered some orders.  There was the drop of pants, a second pair, then a grunt as someone, not Ryan, got down on his knees.  It took some time before there was a moan of pleasure from Ryan, then some gagging.

“Just use your hand then,” Ryan said.  “But keep jerking yourself off.  When you catch your breath try again.”

I listened to the rubbing, a grunt of frustration, another moan of pleasure.  It went on for some time, then it stopped as I imagined the guy sticking Ryan’s dick back in his mouth.  I had just seen how big it was earlier that day.  Sucking on it was one thing but I hoped the guy wasn’t try to deep throat it.  My jaw ached sympathetically, and my dick was even getting hard so I placed one foot against the wall to stick out my knee in an attempt to camouflage it.

“I’m almost there.  Don’t try and swallow it.  That’s it.  Oh fuck, close your eyes.  That’s it.  You look so good.  Did you finish yet?  Stand up, here let me help you.”

It wasn’t much longer after that when the guy let out his own moan of pleasure.  There was the thud of hands against the walls of the cubicle, the shuffle of pants around ankles, deep breathing.  I heard Ryan pull up his pants and underwear first before he unlocked the door, then pushed it open.  I peaked around the corner to see his reflection in the mirror.  His face was a little red as he moved to the sink.  I heard the other guy struggling with his pants.

Ryan checked his hair before he dried off his hands.  He looked himself over, then walked to me as I stood there waiting for him.  He motioned for me to follow him but I paused.

“What’s going on?” I asked.

I felt bad for what he did, the fact he was leaving the guy so easily.  I had a few anonymous encounters in my life but not with a virgin, not the way I felt Ryan manipulated the guy.

“Maybe we should make sure he’s okay,” I said.

“The way I left him I’m not sticking around, though he might be.  I’m leaving.  If you want to stay and face his wrath then that’s your choice.  He was fun but he wasn’t good.  He’s just some nerd.”

“So that’s it?”

“Yeah, you’ve done it before, let’s go.”

“No, I’m staying.”

“Your funeral,” Ryan said.  “Why don’t you give me a hug?”

It felt like a weird request but I leaned forward out of some kind of naivety or maybe nostalgia.  I was surprised when I felt Ryan’s hands go down my back, his fingers grabbed hold of my underwear.  He pulled up as fast and hard as he could.  My briefs gave easily, the back went up between my cheeks, the front pulled down against my erection and balls.  He pulled out of my arms, pushed me back against the wall.

“Don’t call me, I’ll call you,” he said.

I watched him walk away, made sure no one was coming into this section of the mall, then went into the mens room.  It smelled of urine and cleaning fluid, a slight odor of ejaculate.  The stall door was still open.  The guy had his back against the wall with his hands to his face.  I wanted to go to him right away but I stopped myself.  I went to the sink area instead and unfastened my jeans, pulled them down my thighs to my knees where I secured them so they wouldn’t fall to my ankles.

“That guy you just sucked me off just gave me a wedgie,” I said.

“What?”

“That guy, you just sucked him off.  He gave me a wedgie.”

“He’s an asshole.  I thought he was your friend.”

“He’s not my friend.  It’s complicated.”

I looked to my reflection, then to his.  He stepped out of the stall and I could see at once what Ryan had done to him as there was ejaculate on his face, in his hair, and the front of his t-shirt.  My bare ass was still visible to him.  I wondered if he noticed the spanking marks before I self-consciously plucked the back of my briefs, let them fall loose.  I was glad I kept myself clean, but it still felt ridiculous.  The guy moved past me to the sink where he turned on the water.  I pulled my jeans back up, with a lift of my shirt and a quick turn I made sure none of the waist band of my underwear stuck out.  He looked ready to cry, ready to punch something.

“What’s your name?  I’m Shane.”

“Ben,” he said.

“Are you taking the bus?”

“No, I have a car, but I can’t walk out of here like this.  I’m still in high school.”

“How old are you?”

“I’m eighteen.  Why?”

“No reason,” I said.

“Don’t worry, your friend made sure I was legal.”

“No, it’s just...  He’s not my friend.  It’s just I would have taken you for a drink or something.”  I lied.  I think he knew it as he let out a laugh.

“Where’d he go?”

“He abandoned me.”

“He’s a sick bastard,” Ben said.

“I just found out today how sick he is.”  I turned and sat against the counter.  “I might be able to help you out.”

“How?” he asked.

“Well, I know it sounds fucked up but could I get a ride home?” I asked.  “If you promise to drive me home, then I’ll switch shirts with you.”

“Really?”

“It would be only one more embarrassing thing I did today.”

We switched shirts and it was an easy walk out of the mall to his car.  If anyone noticed the shirt I didn’t pay attention.  He drove with an easy, conscientious style as I gave him directions.  We didn’t talk until we got to my place.  I unbuckled my seatbelt and he cleared his throat so I knew there was something he wanted to say.

“We still haven’t switched back,” he said.

“Oh right, of course, I’m just kind of distracted.”

He looked sad and disappointed.  I was pretty sure it was his first anonymous hookup.  It was a shame it had to be with Ryan.  I felt bad for him.  He was cute.

“Do you want me to wash this for you?  Maybe we can just trade.”

He shook his head.

“What is it?” I asked.

“It’s just, you know, you seem like nice guy, despite knowing that prick.  Lots of people would have left with him but I heard you guys talking.”

“It’s no problem,” I said.

“Yes it is, but I know what you mean.”

He looked as if he was going to say something but didn’t.  I almost tried to provoke him by saying something but I decided to let the silence hang there.  Finally he opened his mouth.

“It’s just, I don’t have many gay friends.  Do you want to exchange numbers?”

“Yeah sure,” I said.

The Brat Ch 02 Pt 1- Birthday Swats

It was the Sunday after my mother stopped over, before my birthday.  I was chatting with Ethan during a game when I remembered to tell him the good news. 

“My birthday is coming up,” I said.

“Really?”

“I’m turning 21.”

“That’s good, now you can drink legally.”

“Well,” I said.  “There are still rules.”

“Of course, but I mean we can go out to bars now.  So, what are you doing for your birthday?”

“I don’t know.  I haven’t really thought about it.  Mr. Grant hasn’t said anything really.  I guess I don’t really want to make it seem like it’s a big deal.”

“We should go dancing or something.  First drink is on me,” Ethan said.

“Okay, but I feel like Mr. Grant should be there to celebrate.”

“Yeah of course, we should all go out.  That would be fun.”

“I’ll have to see when he’s available.  He should be able to take one night off from the restaurant.”

“Is he giving you anything?”

“I’m not sure.  I guess so.  I don’t really want to assume.  I kind of tried to play it down last night because of this thing that happened with my mother.  It’s a long story and I don’t feel like going into it, but still, I’m not sure I want to really make anything of it.”

“No special ceremony then?”

“No,” I said.

“Not even a birthday spanking?” Ethan asked.

I raised my head at the question and paused the game.  I hadn’t really considered it and the thought made me think two almost conflicting thoughts at once.  Would I need to ask for it?  Did I really want it?

“I didn’t think about it,” I said.  “What’s the whole deal with that anyway?  It always seemed kind of weird to me.”

“I’m not sure about the full psychology of it but I always kind of thought it was a way of making sure there was humility because sometimes it feels like the whole day is about that person.  Or maybe some spanko just came up with the idea and used the birthday as an excuse.”

“I’m not sure,” I said.  “Mr. Grant is usually set on it being for punishment.”

“Would you want one?  I could help you.”

The blood drained from my face.  It was somehow minimally tempting but it felt so inappropriate, so dangerous.  It wasn’t just that Mr. Grant was the only person who had ever spanked me but that I thought it was something, I don’t know, almost sacred.  It was something between the two of us. 

“I’m sure Mr. Grant will do it.  If I ask.”

“So ask,” Ethan said.

“Later,” I said.

“Is he home now?”

“Uh,” I said not sure if I wanted to tell him the truth.

“Go do it,” he said.

“I don’t know.”

“It will get you in the mood.  You said it helps liven things up.”

I blushed as that reminded me about what I had told him, vague notions about things Mr. Grant and I did.  Somehow I never thought he would repeat it, much less use it against me.  I wiped at my mouth, balled my toes against the carpet.  It wasn’t blackmail.  It was a dare. 

“Screw it,” I said.  “I’ll be back.”

I pulled off my headset, set it on the floor along with the controller, got up from my chair in front of the television, adjusted my underwear with a little tug in the front, and two thumbs at the back, then made my way to the living room where Mr. Grant sat looking at his laptop.

“Hey, how’s it going?” he asked.

I moved to the back of the couch, leaned over and gave him a brief kiss on the lips.  He reached over the back to my ass and squeezed on my cheek.

“In the mood again?” he asked.  “What will that make it?”

“Three, but uh, not right now, I’m in the middle of a game,” I said.  Start with something easy, I told myself.  “I was talking with Ethan and he thought we should all go out.  Especially now that I can legally drink at a bar.”

“That’s a good idea.”

“Good, well, there’s something else,” I said.  I scratched at my calf with one of my toes as I shifted on my elbows against the couch.  I looked at his screen and saw that he was looking at restaurants.

“What is it?”

“Well, he said something about a birthday spanking.  He asked if I was getting one and I told him I wasn’t sure.  Is that something, I don’t know, you’d want to do?”

“Do you want one?” he asked.  “It can be our little tradition.”

“Well, I mean, it would be okay,” I said.

“But do you want it?”

“Maybe a little,” I answered.

“That’s okay.  It’s okay if you want it.  It’s no big deal.”

“Okay,” I said.

He took hold of the back of my head and pulled me into another brief kiss before we pulled apart from each other.  He smiled at me and I smiled back. 

“Are you sure you have to go back?”

“I do now, but we can play in five minutes,” I said.

“What did you have in mind?”

“Actually,” I said.  “Maybe you can help me now.”

I took hold of his wrist and tugged a little.  He set the laptop on the coffee table before he got up, stepped onto the couch, then over it as I stepped away still holding on to him.  He pulled me back into his embrace.  I felt his shirt against my bare back, his crotch against the thin material of my briefs.  We walked like that into the guest room.  I picked up the headset.  He moved around me, his body scraping over mine.  As I sat in the chair he moved down to his knees.  He spread my legs, untucked my hardening dick from the white material.

“Are you still there?” I asked.

“Yeah, I’m still here,” Ethan said.

Mr. Grant took the head of my dick into his mouth and I felt a little release, a tickle, that ran through my balls, my asshole, and up my spine.  He sucked a little.  I took a deep breath.

“What’s going on over there?”

“Nothing,” I said.  “He said I could have a birthday spanking.”

Mr. Grant untucked my balls and began to lick at them.  I shivered a little before I unpaused the game.  I focused on the screen.  Mr. Grant got my dick wet before he put it back in his mouth, went all the way down to my balls.  I felt part of me in his throat.  It was warm and wet.  It felt like I was being pulled down into my skin, my dick was like a straw.  He moved back a little, suckled on the head, then nipped at it a little to tease me before he moved to my balls and took them in his mouth one at a time.  My hard dick stuck out across his cheek. 

“I don’t hear you talking,” Ethan said.

I had managed to keep focus on the game but that was all I could do.

“That’s because you’re not saying anything,” I said.

“Get your head back in the game.”

“Sorry,” I said.  “I’m going to have to play some other time.  I’ll talk with you later.”

I powered off the system as Mr. Grant took my dick back in his mouth.  He grabbed at my thighs, twisted at the skin.  He worked his hands up to my hips.  I looked down as he looked up at me with wide open eyes.  I loved the sight of him there.  I dropped the controller to the floor, heard the batter compartment bust out, but I thought it was a worthy sacrifice as it broke.  He reached up to my nipples.  I grabbed at his warm hands, interlaced my fingers with his.  My nipples were hard and pointed. 

He pulled back one last time.  He pulled me through those few sensitive ends as I shot ejaculate into his mouth.  It was an intense orgasm.  He nursed at the sensitive head for a little bit until he sucked everything out of me, then he got up and put his lips to mine.  We kissed.  I could taste myself on his lips when he pushed his tongue into my mouth.  He pulled away, his breath against my lips.

“I’m next,” he said.

He took hold of my wrist and pulled my hand to his crotch.  I grabbed at the bulge there before I went to his belt with my second hand.  It was easy to get his jeans and boxers down to his ankles as he slipped off his shirt, dropped it to the floor behind him.  His dick was hard and leaking.  I moved forward on the chair as he angled it to my lips.  I nibbled at the head, licked around the sides, slid down to the base with my lips.  I took each nut between my lips as his hands went from my shoulders to my hair.  I knew he liked the feeling of control but he wouldn’t push me too far.  I let him signal for me to resume work on his dick.

I held my lips just tight enough that there was resistance against the head of his dick as I slipped the first inch into my mouth.  I stuck out my tongue enough to cover my bottom teeth as I sucked as hard as I could.  I worked him like that for a long time before I relaxed and let him slip a little farther into my mouth.  By then the saliva had built up and I could feel it running from my mouth. 

All the way to his balls, I did my best to hold him there, let my body’s own natural reaction try to pull him into me as if I was swallowing him.  He let out a moan.  I grabbed his slightly hairy ass cheeks, felt his tensed muscles.  It is easy to think he had the power at that moment but I knew the truth as I felt him spasm.  He pulled back as more ejaculate filled my mouth.  I swallowed it down, ran my hands down to his knees, then back up to his thighs.  I looked up to him as he opened his eyes and smiled at me.

He squatted down to me and we kissed again before he pushed me away, a string of spit and ejaculate between us that fell down over our chins, onto my thigh, and the floor.

“That was good,” he said.

“That’s three,” I said.

“We’re going to sleep good tonight,” he replied.

I watched him pull up his jeans and underwear before I tucked my own dick back into my own.  He picked up his shirt, started to put one arm down the sleeve.

“How about we order in for dinner?” he asked.

“Sure,” I said.  I thought about Ethan and I hoped he was still playing online.  “But I want to see if I can get back to my game.”

Mr. Grant stepped to me, brushed his thumb over my cheek, then walked from the room.  I was back online in a few minutes but I couldn’t find Ethan so I settled for playing against strangers for another hour before giving it up.

Part 2

The Brat: Delayed Gratification (draft)

Mr. Grant had me sit in a wooden kitchen chair, then reached down and tickled my balls through my underwear until I began to get an erection.  He traced over the shaft of my dick, circled the head, back down and up.  I let out a nervous laugh, smiled at him and he smiled back at me.  His finger tip traced lines of pleasure making me begin to leak.  My nipples began to harden so I reached up and began to play with them.  He grinned at me before he took hold of my wrists and pulled my hands down to my sides.

“How long is this going to be?” I asked.

“As long as I want it to last,” he said.

He took hold of the front of the waist band of my briefs and pulled it out, then down under my balls so that my dick stuck out towards him, wet at the tip.  He stuck my hands under the band of my underwear at each hips so that they stuck out the other side, then manipulated them around until I was bound. 

“You’re holding your breath,” he said.

I breathed deep, held it, and then exhaled.  Made another nervous laugh as he looked up into my eyes.  I could see his teeth, his wet tongue.  He pushed my knees apart, positioned my ankles back against the legs of the chair, pulled small ropes from his back pocket, then secured them.  He leaned close to my dick and for a moment I thought he was going to take it in his mouth but he stopped.  He let out a impish laugh before he pulled back and stood up. 

“Wait,” I said.

“You don’t get to control this,” he said.

He reached into his other back pocket and pulled out a blindfold, let it hang there for a moment so that I knew what it was before he stepped behind me and used it to cover my eyes.  I was blind when he tied it at the back of my head.

“What’s next?” I asked.

That’s when he put something else at my lips.  At first I thought it was his fingers but as I opened them, felt the hardness yet give, rubber and round.  A gag, I realized.  I relaxed, opened my mouth, and he pushed it between my teeth.  There was the sound, opening of a cap to a bottle of lubricant, the tip of his finger against my chest right in the middle that ran down, slick and teasing, to my pubes, then both of his hands at my stomach, around to my sides making me laugh a little before going up to my arm pits, back out to my pectorals where he massaged the muscles there for a long time as he worked my nipples into points.  It was almost enough to forget about my cock until he took hold of it with one slick hand and began to work it with his fist.

There was little I could do as I felt the bindings on my ankles and my wrists in my own underwear, useless against my thighs.  One hand slid over my chest while the other was on my dick and I thought for a moment he was working me to a climax until he let go and that hand down there slipped to my balls where he took a firm hold, pulled them down just enough to distract me. 

His fingers moved over me leaving barely a trace of sensation.  The gag between my teeth made me salivate, drool ran from my lips down over my chin and to my chest.  He tickled and rubbed me in different areas, sometimes predictable and other times not.  But when he went back to my dick as if to focus all of his attention on it I got really excited because I thought he would work me to an orgasm.  Grunts and moans escaped from my throat.  His fingers left me though.

That’s when I heard tearing down there at my underwear as he worked an opening in them to get to my butt.  First one probing finger and then something else.  It felt long and rigid as it slipped along my flesh to my hole.  He pushed the dildo inside of me with consistent pressure until I felt myself give completely, my flesh wrapped around it, gripped at it.  I felt open and full at the same time.  My dick was the hardest it had ever been and yet it felt nothing, no sensation, nothing to rub against.  I moaned some more as I wanted to be able to beg him, plead with him for just a little touch. 

His fingers ran along my thighs from the inside out to my knees, then back to my crotch.  I desperately wanted him to touch my dick, my balls, but he moved out again, back in, and out again.  The saliva on my chest felt cold and foreign to me though I knew where it had come from, my own mouth.  I thrashed about against my bindings in an attempt to rub against something with my dick.  It felt detached and yet it was the most sensitive part of my body, a blind probe.

I was about to give up when I felt his hands leave my legs but then I felt him there at the bulbous head.  I felt his hot breath, the nip of his lips.  And then an all consuming, warm and wet surrounding of his mouth.  His tongue against the underside of my dick.  I felt as if I was leaving my body.  It wasn’t the familiar sensation of an orgasm from masturbation.  It felt as if some part of me was leaving as I ejaculated.  It felt as if I had given something away. 

He pulled off me, took my dick in his hands.  He milked every last ounce of cum, every sensation until my dick was sensitive and I tried to pull back but he kept after me, his fingers on the sensitive head slipped over its surface, brushed the opening that felt impossible big.  He kept at it as I moaned, worked the dildo in me to remind me it was still there.  He took hold of my dick, worked it as hard and fast as he could. 

I tried to refuse.  I tried to wish the pain and pleasure away.  He kept at me and in another moment before I knew exactly what was happening I orgasmed again this time it felt as if something had been cut off.  One moment of excruciating bliss. 

Sweat covered my body and my muscles ached.  I wasn’t sure I could stand.  He slipped the dildo from me, pulled the gag from my mouth, and kissed me.

Act Your Age Ch 04: The Beach

That evening, after I had recovered with a cup of coffee and a few cigarettes I went over to Mr. Grant’s house where I knocked on his front door.  He opened it after a few moments and stood there looking at me.  He was dressed in a button down shirt and tie, black slacks, and he smelled of cologne, something musky and subtle.  I looked up to him slightly and he smirked down at me.

“Hi there,” I said, “about the other day, I was, well, I’m sorry.”

“Thanks,” he said.  “I accept your apology.”

I was stunned by his easy acceptance and shifted on my feet.  I had my suspicions that he was gay but I wanted to get across that I was too, that there was some possibility of a relationship.  No, not a relationship I told myself, a friendship, but of course I was lying to myself, trying to not get myself too excited, too obsessed.

“Well, I just, I mean, it was a late night you know.  I was with this guy.  He’s not my boyfriend we just get together once in a while and we were drinking.”  I suddenly felt bad about lying to him.  “I was drinking,” I said, “and I had too much.”

“Sorry to hear that,” he said.  “But it looks like you recovered.”

He didn’t seem bothered or interested by what I had sad.  He seemed focused on something else.  I thought about the way he was dressed and realized he was probably headed to work.  I clenched my teeth and looked back over to my house.  I could hear the birds chirping and a jet airplane passing overhead. 

“Was that all?” he asked.

“No, uh, yeah, I guess.  I just wanted to thank you.”

“You’re welcome, but I really have to get going,” he said.

He began to close the door and I thought about the other night with my parents.  Would they have dinner again?  What would they talk about?  Would they talk about me?  I swallowed hard and felt myself speaking without really thinking about it.

“Just uh, well, my parents, you’re not going to tell them are you?”

“I hadn’t planned on it but I’m not going to lie to them,” he answered.

“Right, I wouldn’t ask you to do that it’s just, I mean they don’t really need to know.  I mean I’m an adult.  It’s not like they’d care.  I’ve been on my own now for long time and it’s not like they can really do anything.  I wasn’t doing anything wrong.”
He nodded.

“Well, okay then, thanks again,” I said as I extended my hand.

He took hold of it and I felt his warm skin.  It was the warmest, driest, firmest, softest, hand I had ever shaken.  He smiled at me and I smiled back.  I could smell him.  I wanted to stay there.  I wanted to touch him.  I wanted so much more.  But then he let go and stepped back into his house and closed his door.  I turned on my feet and shuffled my way back home, inside, and to the living room where I sat on the couch.  I didn’t really feel like doing anything, not even drinking.  I stared at the black flat screen and let my mind go blank. 

An hour later I managed to find a distraction by watching television, after that it was video games, and  quick jerk off before my parents got home.  We ate dinner together and I was feeling pretty good when I went up to my room to do some homework or find some other kind of entertainment when I heard a car door shut outside so I went to my window and looked over at my neighbor’s house.  I saw a black luxury car driving away and him making his way to his front door.  I watched as he unlocked it.  His head was down.  He stepped inside and closed the door.  I wanted to step away but I felt myself compelled to watch as lights went on inside the house.  It was a series of lights that allowed me to almost perfectly follow his movement until he was upstairs and then I lost him. 

I got my laptop, locked my bedroom door, turned off most of the lights and decided I needed another round.  I found some free porn, an erotica story, and worked myself to an orgasm inside a sock.  But it wasn’t the same.

After that I went about my life, did my homework, played some more video games, and eventually fell asleep.  The next day I awoke and jerked off again before using the bathroom and going down for breakfast.  Each of us usually did our own thing for breakfast and I was surprised to see my parents were eating.  My mother asked if I wanted her to cook me something but I said I would find something myself.  That usually consisted of a cereal bar or some other quick treat and a glass of orange juice and coffee before I went onto the front porch for a smoke.

This time I took my breakfast out with me and sat in the shade of the porch while I watched my neighbor’s house.  I started to think about how he was a stranger here and how he probably didn’t have friends or know much about where to go for things.  I began to think through my offerings and eventually made up my mind to go say hello.  He answered the door in a housecoat, in the gap at his chest I could see a white t-shirt.

“Good morning,” I said.

“Good morning,” he replied.

“Well, uh, yesterday, I mean I know I apologized but I really am sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it.  Just don’t make it a habit.”

I looked into his eyes and I saw sincerity there, and something else.  Was it concern?  Was it guilt?  I cleared my throat and decided to push on with my task. 

“Listen, you’re new here and I don’t know if you have many friends but I thought you might like to get out a do something.”

“With you?  Yeah, okay, that could be nice, but no drinking.”

“No drinking,” I said.

He stepped aside and invited me into his house.  I stepped inside and he closed the door behind me.  The place felt more home like than before.  I could smell breakfast.  It smelled like bacon and syrup.

“I just finished eating and was reading some files.  Have a seat on the couch and let me go get dressed,” he said.

Don’t on my account, I thought, but didn’t dare say it.  Instead I stepped further into his house to look into the dining room, the hallway, and then walked back to the couch where I sat.  It wasn’t long before he came back dressed in jeans and a white t-shirt.  I loved to feel Tucker’s muscles through that kind of fabric and was all ready having problems concentrating.

“What did you have in mind?”

“Well, I know about some museums, a theater, a good coffee shop, there’s the mall, or we could just walk around downtown.  I also know about a nature trail.”

“I don’t know,” he said.

“What about the beach?” I asked.

“Sounds great,” he said.

“Cool,” I said with a little disappointment. 

Of all the options it was my least favorite, my last choice.  I couldn’t swim and didn’t really like hot sand.  But then I thought about seeing him shirtless and I perked up.  I would go and just sit, maybe watch his stuff, and he could go swim. 

He drove and I gave him directions, even told him where to find a cheap parking lot.  We left our valuables in the glove compartment and headed to the beach.  I was having regrets even before we reached the sand but Mr. Grant was comfortable at the beach.  Maybe he was the type of man who was comfortable anywhere he went, I thought. 

He took off his shirt and I saw his muscled, hairy chest for the first time.  He had real definition, which to me was an unusual sight.  I was used to hairless, muscled guys in all of the porn, television, and ads I had seen but he was different.  I watched out of the corner of my eye as he put on sun tan lotion, skilled enough to get his back without help.  I wished he would have asked me.  I was still in my t-shirt and trunks as I sat there and showed no interest in doing the same.

“Are you going in?” he asked.

“No,” I said with a shake of my head.  “I can’t swim.”

“Oh, I thought, I mean you said the beach.”

“I just like to come down here to sit mostly, sometimes I step in the water if I’m feeling adventurous.”

“Oh, well, okay then,” he said.

He looked out to the water and I studied every movement of muscle in his body, the way they moved on his neck and sides as he looked.  He had a little bit of definition of abs to his stomach, a familiar v that cut down into his waistband.  He picked up a pair of sunglasses, put them, and began to look around.  I waited to see the small of his back, the shape of his ass, though is was barely defined by the fabric and the glare.

“Will you watch our stuff so I can go into the water then?”

“Of course,” I said.

He took off his sunglasses and put them down next to me before walking off towards the water.  He was patient with the surf, slowly waded out into the ocean.  I watched him disappear and sighed before I took out my cigarettes and lit one.  I smoked the first one without thinking of very much and was on my second when I saw four guys carrying a net and ball walk onto the sand not to far from me.  They were all muscular jocks.  They had a sense of comraderie.  I watched them talk as they set up the net.  It wasn’t long before their shirts came off and they started to hit a ball back and forth.  I had my sunglasses on and felt I was getting away with watching them when Mr. Grant came out of the water and made his way to me.

“Do you want to see if we can join them?” Mr. Grant asked.

“I don’t know,” I said.

“It’ll be fun,” he replied.

Mr. Grant walked away from me to the guys who stopped playing when he got close to them.  I watched them chat for a while, then all of the guys agreed.  They began to wave me over.  I got to my feet, walked to them. 

When I got there they each introduced themselves to me.  There was Leo, Trent, Parker, and Matt.  Parker was the cutest but Leo seemed to be the gayest.  We split into teams with Mr. Grant and I being on opposite teams.  I was never very good at volleyball but was doing my best to keep up.  When I missed the guys didn’t seem to mind because no one was keeping score.  It wasn’t long before my shirt felt like a hindrance being around everyone else.  I decided to make myself comfortable and took it off.

“Do you have any sunscreen?” Leo asked.

“Yeah,” I replied.

“Well,” he said.

“I’m fine.”

“No, no, time out guys,” he said.  “Come with me.”

I walked with him over to their supplies.  He picked up a tube of sunscreen, told me to hold out my hands.  I applied it carefully to my face.  He squirted more into my hands and began to touch my chest.

“We have to go faster than this,” he said, “turn around.”

I turned from him as he squirted lotion into his own hand, then closed the bottle.  He touched my shoulders first, moved down over my shoulder blades, traced his fingers along my ribs down to my hips, filled in the small of my back and worked his way up my spine.  He massaged everywhere he touched.  I was beginning to enjoy it when someone called out that we were taking too long.

“Get a cabin you two,” Trent said.

“If you’re going to make out get on with it all ready so we can get back to playing,” Matt said.

“We should hurry up,” I said.

“Don’t worry about them.  They’re just jealous.”

I felt his hands over me once more to make sure no spot was missed before he slapped me on the shoulder playfully and said I was done.  He jogged back to the guys and I slowly walked to them still rubbing the lotion around my body and my face.  I got back with my team and readied myself.  We played for another hour until everyone seemed to be exhausted.  The guys began to talk amongst themselves but I was unsure of whether to go to Mr. Grant or to Leo.  I decided Leo could be easiest and headed in his direction when one of the guys spoke up.

“Do you guys want to go for a drink?” Matt asked.

“Well, Shane here isn’t legal drinking age yet,” Mr. Grant said.

I bit my lip as I looked at him but he didn’t waiver.

“No problem, we could just get a bite to eat,” Trent said.

I gave Mr. Grant my most pleading look and he finally agreed we could go.  They told him where the place was, how to get to it, and where to park.  Mr. Grant thanked them and we got our stuff and headed to his car.  He followed the directions to the restaurant and we found a parking spot easily. 
When we got out of the car I followed him to the place and inside where he held the door for me.  The guys showed up seconds later more cheerful than they had been at the beach.  I guess they had gotten a second wind but I was starting to feel the effects of being in the sun. 

Because there were so many of us we were told it would take a while to get a table.  At first everyone tried to make the best of it, but one by one the guys started to excuse themselves to the restroom, each one taking a little longer than the last.  They whispered to each other and I suspected something was up until Leo motioned that I should go along with him. 

As we walked to the restroom Leo pulled me to a bar in the back that was hidden from Mr. Grant’s sight.  We walked up together and Leo ordered two shots of vodka.  The bartender didn’t even ask for our ID’s.  Leo took one and I took the other.  We downed them and asked for another which we downed.  I was dehydrated and hungry so the alcohol kicked in fast.  He put his arm around my shoulder and ushered me down the hallway to the private Men’s Room.  We went in together and he locked the door behind us.  I saw a urinal and a toilet.

My first thought was that we’d separate and maybe I’d get a look at his dick as he was zipping up but he had a different idea as he led me to the urinal.  He unzipped and I looked down to his dick.  He motioned for me to do the same.  I did.  He took my hand and placed it on his, then reached over and took hold of mine.  We began to pee at about the same time.  When we were done he kept hold of mine so I kept hold of his.

“So what’s the deal with you and the old guy?” he asked.

“He’s my neighbor,” I answered.

“So then, you’re not with him?”

“Not really,” I said.

“In a committed relationship?”

I shook my head.

“Want to fool around?”

I nodded.

“Come on,” he said.

I turned to him, readied myself for a kiss but he stopped me with a hand on each shoulder.  I knew what he wanted.  I got down on my knees.  His dick was average size but uncircumcised.  I peeled the foreskin back to find the head was slick.  I licked my lips and decided to make it as quick as possible.  His hands went to the back of my head and I readied myself for him to start pulling me farther down but he didn’t.  I reached around to his ass and grabbed hold of his cheeks as best I could.  I pulled him into me and too his dick as far as I could. 

A few more motions like that and he began to catch on to what I was initiating.  He began to work my face, spit formed in my mouth, dripped from my lips, ran down over his balls.  I worked him until I felt like we were taking too long so I took away my mouth, leaned against his thigh as I jacked his dick with my hand.  It didn’t take much more to make him orgasm and ejaculate over my shoulder and onto the floor.  He grunted and cried out in pleasure.  I stood up, moved in easily, and kissed him.  He began to feel my dick again but I stopped him.

“We don’t have time for that right now,” I said.

“That was fun,” he said.

I took his phone from his pocket, punched in my phone number, then saved it under my name.  I put it back.

“Call me any time,” I said.

“Thanks,” he said.

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