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Gayboy
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
Gayboy
It seemed like forever, but finally he walked through the door. At least, I
was pretty sure I knew who he was. We'd agreed to meet here to look each
other
over, and he was dressed as he had described.
He glanced around. He must have changed his mind and headed for the door.
My heart sank. But then, he stopped about halfway and turned again in my
direction. He looked as if he were debating whether to come over. Finally,
he
headed in my direction. Instead of approaching me directly, however, he
stood
by the large window and gazed outside at the cars passing by.
After pretending to be interesting in the scenery, he turned to me. "Is
that you?" he asked softly. God, he was gorgeous!
"Yes. I was beginning to think you weren't going to show."
"I considered it. But then, I wanted to see what you were like."
We made small talk for a few minutes. Then a came a lull in the
conversation. "Well," I ventured, "what now?"
"I guess we can go over to my place if you want, and maybe look over some
.GIFs. Got some new ones. And there won't be anybody else there until
probably midnight or later."
"Just look?" I grinned. He didn't give any hint of a return smile. "Just
look. Remember, that's what we agreed on for the first time. Until we get
to know each other a little better."
The trip to his place was just a short drive. As I followed him, my mind
raced with all kinds of images and thoughts.
"I'm looking forward to this," I said as he switched on the computer.
"Which ones do you want to see?" he asked as he typed some commands.
"Doesn't
matter, really. All I care about are the ones with cocks."
"Got lots of those," he smiled. "In some of them, though, you can't see
the
cock very well."
"Why not?" " Because," he replied, "they're buried in some guy's mouth!"
We both chuckled as the first picture flashed on the screen. It was a
gorgeous, well-placed photograph. The young blonde guy was obviously having
a
great time working over the stiff cock of his buddy.
Then came the next one. "Oh, jeez!" I blurted out. "Look at that club!"
It
was a picture of a very nice-looking guy--muscular, teriffic smile,
reclining
on a sofa. He held his dick in both hands, end over end, and still had
an enormous amount of meat peeking out the end.
"Do you like that one?" he asked. "Oh, hell, yes!" I replied.
There were about two dozen more. We looked at each one for a long time,
savoring each well-crafted hunk of meat. When the blow job pictures came up,
we particularly examined every pixel.
Finally, he stood up. "Gotta stretch a bit," he explained. I was still
sitting, and that put us in an interesting perspective to each other.
As I was looking through some disks, and my elbow brushed the front of his
jeans. "I'm sorry..." "It's OK," he replied.
I turned to face him. He was very quiet, not moving. But I could see the
outline of his cock through his clothing.
"Uh...," I stammered, "we could always..." My voice trailed off as I let
his imagination finish the sentence. "We agreed not to do anything but chat
and look at some pictures," he said weakly.
My hand cupped the front of his pants. "I know. But I'd sure like to look
at something pretty as a picture right now..."
I stood up and unbuttoned his top shirt button. Then the next one down,
and the next. He wasn't putting up much resistance. I pulled a little of the
shirt tail up, enough to open the shirt to reveal his chest. My right index
finger drew small, gentle circles on his muscular features. I felt my own
shaft beginning to react to the suggestions he was giving.
"You can call a halt to this right now if you want to," I said. He didn't
reply.
Still looking into his eyes, I reached down and unbuckled his belt. He
drew
several deep breaths as I unsnapped his jeans. It was strangely quiet, but
the
stillness was broken by the sound of his zipper on its long, slow path
downward.
I could sense his tenseness easing. "Are you sure about this?" he asked
softly. I pulled the rest of the shirt free, and placed my hands on his
sides.
"Yes. If you are." His warm body made me tingle with anticipation.
My hands slipped around his frame as I lowered them to meet the small of
his back. Then I drew him close to me as I slid both hands inside his shorts
to cup the cheeks of his beautiful buns.
"Come over here," I said, as I sat down in the chair. He moved
effortlessly
to me. I removed my hands to his hips and grasped his jeans, rocking them
back
and forth, up and down. They gave way finally, and slid to rest on his shoe
tops.
"If you still think all we're doing is chatting and looking," I smiled up
at
him, "I have you figured all wrong." "I could have been mistaken," he said
in
a low voice.
He must have been ready for this. By now, he had attained a sizable hard-
on. I could see most of its length through his shorts, running off to the
side
and straining to be released from its bounds. "Not yet, you gorgeous chuck
of
dick," I thought to myself. "I want you good and ready!"
My tongue found his navel and I licked it all around the rim. Then, I
lowered my head slightly and began the delicious trip south. It traveled
and explored all the regions until it stopped at the elastic of his shorts.
With my little finger crooked, I ran my hand inside the circle of
elastic,
the tip of my finger brushing his skin. All it took was a little
downward motion, and his cute buns were out in the open. Somehow, though,
the front of his briefs was encountering some resistance.
For a time, I enjoyed this teasing. I ran my hands around to his buns and
massaged them, alternately and in rhythm. Occasionally, I'd glance up to
guage
his response. Most of the time, his eyes were closed; a hint of a smile
traced
his lips. Now and then, I turned my head sideways and placed my cheek
against
the soft hardness of his shorts. I could feel his throbbing piece of meat
against my face and became aware of the warm wetness at the end of the
stiff flesh I knew would soon be mine.
"It's time," I thought. I glanced upward and noticed his eyes closed, an
expectant smile on his face. His head was tilted back and he was slowly
moving
it in a small circle. "Are you OK?" I asked. "Fine," he answered, without
opening his eyes.
One good firm yank was all it took. His raging erection was finally free!
As his meat rejoiced in its freedom, it swayed slowly back and forth, and I
thought I could barely discern that it got slightly bigger. My right hand
caught it before it could come to rest.
I kissed his right thigh and began to massage his mass of meat while my
left hand remained kneading his firm right bun. His hot chunk of manmeat
wanted to maintain its upright stature. It was then I noticed his balls.
"Oh, don't worry," I thought to them. "You guys are gonna get some
attention, too."
To make sure his rigid cock didn't interfere, I kept it held up out of
way.
I began to nuzzle his firm balls with my lips. Then, he moaned softly as I
took them alternately in my mouth, rolling them gently with some soft tongue
action, helping by moving my head in a small circle.
I could feel them slightly pumping. "That's it," I told myself. "Get that
hot stuff on the way! Just don't get too anxious...I want some of your big
brother, too..."
My lips finally found their way to his swollen cock. They parted and
allowed only the very tongue tip to do an examination. He sighed a little at
the touch. I nibbled at his magnificent cockhead, letting my tongue help
out.
Then I took in the entire bulb, soothing it with moist massaging. He took
deep
breaths. Occasionally, I would allow about half of his length to penetrate,
running the smooth head over the ridges of the roof of my mouth. At the same
time, I added just a touch of pressure. He moaned perceptibly.
"Do you ever take all of..."
I didn't allow him to finish. Relaxing my throat muscles, I drove toward
his body and took the entire length of his wonderful cock. He drew a sharp
breath of air and shivered. For a moment, I held all of him there,
constricting my throat in an effort to give him greater pleasure. He wasn't
moaning softly now!
With slow, steady strokes, I continued to work his shaft, taking as much
as
I could with each one. About every fifth time, I took all of him, holding
the
length in my warm moistness. A little head rotation and tongue action
helped.
He began to breathe heavy, husky sighs of pleasure.
I could sense it was almost time. One hand felt for his balls, and
delightfully found them churning. With increasing speed, I began to suck his
tortured cock as deeply as possible. Both hands found their way to his butt
cheeks, and I kneaded them with a strength I never knew before. I could also
keep him pulled toward me. I needn't have worried; his hands were on the
back
of my head making sure I didn't let up.
Then...WHAM! It was an eruption I'll never forget! I didn't have to feel
or
see his balls to know they had pumped all they could. Suddenly, I could feel
the hot fullness and smell the musky man aroma that we had worked toward.
Several more deep throat thrusts guaranteed he had emptied all he could. He
stiffened and held his breath while I made sure he was empty.
I could hear him relaxing. A low growl began to fill the air, and I could
feel him soften as he finally released his breath...slowly at first, then
with
a collapse as he bent over and rested his body on top of mine.
His spent hard-on finally began to relax and I was able to feel it's
strength retreat into softness. Still retaining his meat, I found myself
reluctant to release it's post-orgasmic glow from my mouth. But finally, I
had
to.
Neither of us moved or spoke for several minutes. While he basked in the
warm glow I had provided him, I stroked his body gently. Soon, he moved away
and our eyes met.
"Hell of a chat," I smiled. "And the .GIFs were wonderful."
"They were silly rules, anyway," he laughed.
I watched him as he dressed, sorry to see those lovely balls and gorgeous
cock disappear underneath his clothes. "You'll be back," I mused to myself.
"Bet on it."
He walked me to the door. "Ummm...," he hesitated. "Just say it," I
encouraged him.
"Only that I'm glad you came over. You do nice work!"
"Thanks," I replied. "I'm a man who enjoys my hobbies!"
"Are you coming back again? I'd like to return the favor."
I gazed into his eyes for a time. "You know how to reach me."
"Then count on it. Soon."
He softly closed the door, leaving me alone. I turned and raised my face
to
the sky. The soft summer night seemed more gentle now, and the stars didn't
appear quite so far away.
"Count on it. Soon." I repeated softly to myself. I took a slow,
silent breath, held it for a brief time, then quietly let it out. "I hope
so.
I sure as hell hope so."
End.
Peter.
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