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[bricap]

Re: Having Sex With My Older Brother's Best Friend

Superb!! keep it up!?

 

[bigelkjim]

Re: Having Sex With My Older Brother's Best Friend

YES Kevin

U have done it again and I just want to say it is wonderful and never mind the critic U do a great job !!!!!!! Please lets have MORE !!!!!!!

 

[boyboy]

Re: Having Sex With My Older Brother's Best Friend

wow
A+
i want 2nd part

 

[unoponcho]

The Little Black Book---Do You Need A Hug?

The Little Black Book—Do You Need A Hug?

By Kevin


The notorious Justin had decided to move some twelve hundred miles away and take his wonderful body and egotistical self to live in L. A. He had reportedly said, “This city does not deserve a person like myself and I am moving to L. A. where they will appreciate me and I am never going to set foot in this city again”.

Justin was in his late twenty’s and he was very average looking. His body was not anything special but he thought he was the greatest looking male that had ever existed.

Six years ago he had started a gay card and gift business that was popular among gays but was more of a place to cruise than to purchase merchandise that was for sale.

Justin was very active in numerous gay organizations and in the gay community. Somehow, he managed to be the president or chairmen of these organizations and always appointed himself as the chairmen or leader of any committees that were formed and everything had to be done and go his way or else.

Each year the gay community held and election for “Mr. Gay” who was supposed to be the most popular and best looking gay in the community. For the past four years, Justin had won this title and it went to his head.

He thought that he was God’s gift to all gays and expected everyone to bow down and worship him. Surprisingly a few guys did look up to him and deemed it a very special privilege to have sex with him.

Rick and Jerry were friends. Jerry knew Justin and Jerry at one time had given Justin a blowjob but Justin refused to reciprocate and would not even touch Jerry’s dick.

Rick did not know Justin personally but had heard about him and had seen him around. Justin had ignored Rick like he was not good enough to even acknowledge his existence.

Justin being his disgusting self, instead of asking Jerry in a nice way to help him pack his belongings to be moved, more or less commanded or ordered Jerry to come to his place and pack his things.

Like an idiot, Jerry agreed but he talked Rick into going with him to Justin place. When they got there, six other stooges were there packing. Justin had assigned them different areas or rooms and was going around giving commands and instructions. When Rick and Jerry arrived, Justin spoke to Jerry and completely ignoring Rick presents and assigned them to pack every thing in his office but instructed them to pack the computer last.

For an hour or so Rick and Jerry worked as fast and as hard as they could. They could hear Justin screaming out orders and cursing some of the other guys working.

“Jerry, why are we doing this? Justin is a real asshole”.

“Shit. I don’t know. To be honest maybe everyone here is thinking the same thing that I am. The sooner we get rid of Justin the better”.

Rick and Jerry had packed everything and label each box except the computer. Jerry went to find Justin to tell him that they had finished and to asked him what to do about the computer. Justin returned to the office with Jerry and set down at the computer. In a few minutes the printer started printing. Justin stood up and looked at Rick and said, “Rick, what the printer is printing is yours. I will no longer have any use for any of that shit any more”. Rick asked him what it was? “It is my little black book. Maybe you can find a use for the information”. Justin turned and faced Jerry and told him that his name was in his little black book. He told them that they could now pack the computer and left the room.

As soon as Justin left the room, Rick and Jerry each reached for a page that the printer had finished printing. Each page was about someone that Justin had had sex with. It was a form which showed the name, address, phone numbers, description of the person, photographs if available, kind of sex they had, dates they had sex, rating their performances, size of their cocks, etc. and a place for his comments.

There must have been over a hundred and fifty pages or more. Rick and Jerry agreed that it would be interesting to read. As soon as the printer had finished, they began disconnecting the computer and had it packed in a very short time. Justin was in another room reaming someone out because they did not pack something the way he wanted it packed. Rick and Jerry took the pages of “the little black book” and left without saying anything to Justin.

They went to Rick’s apartment and set down at the table and started reading. After each of them had read several pages, Jerry said, “I can’t wait until I find out what that bastard said about me. What are you going to do with this crap?”

“Hell! I don’t know. My better judgment tells me that we should burn it right now. My curiosity tells me that I should read it first. My cock tells me to use the information and contact some of these guys and have sex with them”. What do you think we should do?”

“Man I don’t know. I feel the same way you do but I’ll tell you one thing. I want to read what he said about me before they are destroyed. He gave this information to you and it is going to have to be your decision as to what to do with it”.

“Take this stack of papers and thumb through them to see if you can find the page with your information and I will look thru my stack and after we find your name and information, then we will decide”.

Several minutes later, Jerry found the page concerning him. He read what was on his page. “Rick! Listen to this. That son-of-a-bitch only has my name, which is misspelled, my phone number, size of my dick---slightly above average, good cocksucker, and in the comment area he says that I am not worthy of having sex with him again. Fuck him!! My cock is larger than his and I am better looking than he is. Who in the hell does he thing he is?”

“Jerry, do you remember us talking to Brad the other night. He is looking for a topic to write his thesis for his master’s degree in Psychology. He may be interested in seeing these papers. If he wanted to do some research about gays, at least he would have some names and contact information that he possibly could use. Even the other information may give him some ideas.

“Well, we could talk to Brad about it. It may be of interest to him. I do think it would be interesting for us to date and have sex with several of these guys and compare our ratings with Justin’s ratings”.

For almost thirty minutes they had been reading. “Wow! Jerry, look what I found. Brad had sex with Justin two years ago. Justin called Brad a smart-ass and Brad called Justin a dumb-ass. Justin rated Brad’s sexual performance a 10 but Brad refused to date or have sex with him again. Good for Brad!!! His phone number is on here. Should I call him now?”

Rick placed a call to Brad and briefly told him about his idea and about Justin’s “little black book”. Brad seemed interested and told him that he would see them in a few minutes since they lived near each other.

After Brad had arrived, he looked at several pages and pushed the stack away from him and said, “I have seen more than I wanted to see. Was there a page about me?” Rick handed the page about Brad to him. Brad read the page and asked Rick, in an angry tone of voice, “May I destroy this”. Rick replied, “Sure”.

He asked if either one of us had a page about us.

Jerry told him that there was one about him.

Brad asked, “Did it make you angry when you saw and read it?”

“It sure did. I did not like what the bastard said about me”.

“Well gentlemen, I think you know where I am going with this. I would suggest that if you want the names, addresses and phone numbers of these guys that that may be acceptable but I think that you should get a paper cutter and cut off the other garbage on the page and destroy it as soon as possible. In my opinion, it is an invasion of privacy and Justin should have never recorded in the first place. Justin’s evaluation and ratings does not mean a damn thing. He is not the great God that he thinks he is. His rating doesn’t me a thing to anyone else. Do you all see my point?”

“Brad, I want to thank you. I am sure that Jerry does to. I feel ashamed of myself and I will get rid of the papers and forget that they ever existed”.

“Well now hold on. I don’t know but I don’t think these guys would mind you having their names and phone numbers. They may in someway feel honored that Justin thought enough about them to keep their names and phone numbers and has passed them on to you. At least keep them for a week or so and think about it”.

After Brad had gone, Rick and Jerry discussed what Brad had said and agreed that they should get rid of all the information except the names, addresses and phone numbers. However, each of them selected two names that Justin had ranked their sexual performances high and two names that were rank low. They assigned the letter A for high and B for low and put these letters on the upper right hand corner of the pages. They took all the pages and went to the apartment complex office and used their paper cutter and cut them and shredded the part that they did not think they should keep.

After work on a Thursday evening, Rick and Jerry met at Rick’s apartment. They made phone calls to guys that were listed in Justin’s “little black book” trying to set up dates for Friday evening, Saturday and Sunday afternoon.

They first called the eight people that they had assigned the letters A and B. Out of the eight, Rick got a date for Friday evening to have coffee with one of them that was assigned the letter B. When the rest of them learned that their names and phone numbers were obtained from Justin they flat refused and a couple of them were irate that Justin had given them their phone numbers.

They began picking people at random and for over an hour they made phone calls and ran into the same problems as before. Rick managed to get another date on Sunday afternoon and Jerry got dates for Friday evening and Saturday afternoon.

Both Rick and Jerry were surprised by the responses that they had received. They had called over half of those in “the little black book” and had only obtained four dates. As expected, a few of those called were not at home. They had the impression that many of those they had called would not have been interested even if it had been Justin calling for a date.

Rick’s first date was with Jack on a Friday evening. Rick met Jack at a coffee house and they hit it off right away. They both were attracted to each other and spent the evening talking and getting to know each other. As they were leaving the coffee house to go to their homes, Jack asked Rick if they could get together Saturday afternoon and spend some more time together. Jack followed Rick to his car and Rick gave Jack his address and told him to come to his apartment at two o’clock and they could decide what they wanted to do. Jack kissed Rick on his cheek and told him that he was glad that they had met.

Jack was a very nice looking young man in his late twenty’s. He was very trim and neat and was about five foot nine inches tall and his body was well proportion to his height. He was rather reserved and may be a little shy. He was a good listener and when he said something it was intelligent, in-depth and well worded.

Rick was waiting for Jack to arrive and had no idea what Jack would like to do or go. He didn’t know what to wear. He decided to not get dressed until they got together and made plans for the afternoon or evening. He had on a pair of short shorts and no underwear when Jack arrived. As soon as Jack arrived, they greeted each other with a hug and a kiss on each other’s cheek. Jack had his arms around Rick’s neck and looked at him. “Would you mind doing me a favor? I would like very much it you would just hug me for a moment or two. It has been so long since anyone has hugged me”.

Rick put his arms around Jack and tightly hugged him. “Oh yes, oh yeah, that feels so good. Thank you. I really needed to be hugged”. Rick could feel Jack relaxing and letting go the tension that he had. Jack started to pull away and Rick said, “Oh no you don’t. I have just begun and I want to be hugged too”.

Jack gave Rick a quick kiss on his lips almost as if to say am I moving too fast. Rick responded by putting his arm on Jack’s shoulder and clasping his hand on back of Jack’s head and started kissing him passionately and pushing his tongue in and out of Jack’s mouth. Both of them were moaning and Jack’s hands were rapidly rubbing Rick’s back and buttocks. With their bodies so close together, they could feel each other’s erections. As they were kissing, Rick began to undo Jack’s belt buckle while Jack was putting his hand underneath Rick’s shorts and running his finger’s up and down Rick crack on his butt.

They kept on kissing and Rick had successfully undone the fly on Jack’s pants and they had fallen around his ankles. Rick learned that Jack also was not wearing any underwear. He took a hold of Jack’s stiff erection and gave it a couple of strokes before he started removing Jack’s T-shirt. They stopped kissing long enough for Rick to pull the T-shirt off and he dropped it on the floor and continued to kiss each other. Rick moved down and helped Jack step out of his pants and he removed Jack’s shoes and tossed them to the side. He then started licking the precum off of Jack’s firm erection. Jack rested his hands around Rick’s head as Rick swallowed the entire length of Jack’s cock. “Ohhhhh Rick!!! Please---Suck my cock”. Rick had a firm grip on Jack’s firm buttocks as he moves his lips and mouth back and forth on the shank of Jack’s cock.

“Rick you have got me so hot. It feels so good. Suck my cock a few more minutes and then I will suck on yours. Okay?” Rick was receiving as much pleasure as Jack. Ever once in a while Jack was producing more precum that Rick really liked the taste. He was not looking forward towards releasing Jack’s cock from his mouth even though it meant that his cock was going to be sucked on for a while.

Jack started backing away to remove his cock from Rick’s mouth and Rick forced it back in while moaning to tell Jack that he wanted to suck his cock some more. After several minutes had past, “Rick if you don’t stop now, I am going to cum”. Rick speed up his rhythm and Jack began to shoot off stream after stream of cum into Rick’s throat and was yelling, “I’m cumin! I’mmm cumiiiiiinnnn. Hollyyyyy Crappp”. After Rick had made sure that he had received all of Jack’s cum, he stood up and playfully slapped Jack’s butt and then put his arms around Jack and said, “Do you still need to be hugged?”

Jack and Rick hugged and kissed each other for a long time before Jack removed Rick’s shorts and got on his knees and began sucking Rick off. He very slowing went back and forth on Rick’s ridged cock trying to build up a huge climax. Ever once in a while he would suck and lick his balls or rise up and kiss and gently bite his nipples. His hands were moving up and down on his back, buttocks, and legs as far as he could reach. Rick was enjoying the moments of pleasure and had his head pulled back and his eyes closed as he anticipated and looked forward to the next wonderful feeling and sensation that was happening one after another.

It was apparent to him that Jack not only knew what to do to please him the most but that Jack was also enjoying what he was doing. Rick had stalled off having a climax as long as he could. “Baby, I am almost there. My cock is going to explode at any moment now. Heerree itttt comeeesss. Wow that feels so fucking good”.

When Jack stood up they kissed each other and Rick said, “I am so fucking sorry.------I have been such an asshole.------I apologize.------I have not been a good host at all.------I have not even asked you what you would like to do this afternoon.-------Will you please forgive me?”

“Rick, you are such a bore. I think I am going to pack up my things and go home. You haven’t even asked me if I want something to drink. Yes, I would if you have a coke please”.

Jack bent over to pick up his pants and Rick swatted him on his ass and told him to leave his clothes on the floor. He told him that he liked looking at his beautiful nude body and it was not often that he had a nude body to look at.

Rick got a coke for each of them and they set down and started talking. Rick suggested that they take a walk in a nearby park and then go to a nearby restaurant to dinner and maybe after they returned to the apartment that there might be some more hugging, kissing and who knows. Jack said, “Sounds great to me. Just for the record. I’m a very nice girl and I do not fuck or get fucked until the third date. This is our second date. I just don’t want you to think I’m all that easy or I am a slut or anything like that. Of course I do make exceptions for guys like yourself that have such nice cocks”.

They had a very nice afternoon at the park. They would walk for a while talking up a blue streak. Then they would set down on a bench and talk some more. At one time they lay down on the grass near a pond and watched the ducks as well as the people around them. They went to dinner early and both wanted get back to the apartment.

As soon as they got inside the apartment, they undressed each other and Jack jumped upon Rick’s back and wrapped his legs around him and yelled, “Take me to your boudoir”. When they got in bed, they held each other and occasionally kiss and for a long time neither one of them said anything. They were enjoying being together and they had talk to each other so much that it was not necessary to say anything else. As they lay close, they began to fondle and tease each other’s erected cocks. It was as if they knew what each other was thinking when both at the same time moved into a sixty-nine position and began to perform oral sex on each other. Sometime later they both climaxed. Jack told Rick that he needed to get home that he had several things he had to do before bedtime. Rick tried to get him to spend the night but Jack told him that he would like to but just couldn’t.

Rick gave Jack time enough to get home and he called him and told him to let him know when he needed another hug. Jack told him that it would be a few days but he would get in touch with him.

Rick had not heard anything from Jerry and was curious as to how his date Friday evening and this afternoon went. He called Jerry and Jerry was really pissed off. Jerry told him that his date for Friday evening was the pits. He did not like the guy and the guy didn’t like him. After thirty minutes with each other they both agreed that they were not meant for each other. He said that he was stood up for this afternoon’s date. Rick was very hesitant in telling Jerry about his successful date with Jack. He told Jerry that he and Jack hit it off and they had had sex together and that he thought that he was falling in love. “I do not know what the hell Justin was thinking when he ranked Jack’s performance as low. He is a number 10 so far as I am concerned”.

Jerry called Rick an asshole and hung up.

A few minutes later Jerry called back and apologized and told Rick that he was just jealous. Rick told him that he would let him know about his Sunday afternoon date.

Rick met his Sunday afternoon date and he was not impressed at all. They had a cup of coffee together and Rick made a few derogatory remarks about Justin and the guy went through the roof. He thought that Justin hung the moon and was the epitome of what a gay person should be like.

The telephone was ringing when Rick got home. He answered the phone and heard, “Hi! It’s me. Would you give me a hug? It may take all night. May I come over and spend the night with you?”

“I will be waiting for you with open arms”.

Rick gathered up all the pages of “the little black book” and put them in a large envelope. He called Jerry and told him about his date and told him that the “little black book” was his if he wanted it. Jerry told him to hold onto it for him that he may try to get a couple more dates next weekend.

The End.

DO YOU NEED A HUG?
LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK OF THE STORY

KEVIN

 

[unoponcho]

The Butterfly On My Rear

Loosen up all you young male gay yearlings! Your gay, 74 year old, elder wants to tell a story. This is my first time attempt at writing a story. I hope that it is no great shock that we older gay people also enjoyed and enjoy having sex.

As the saying goes “I am older than dirt”. If I had a son, grandson or perhaps even great grandson, a very large number of you could be their age. I am going to relate an event that happened when I was in my early thirties, and took place at a new bathes for male homosexuals that had recently opened in Dallas, Texas. The Club Bathes was a very nice, large, and clean facility which included lockers, private rooms, steam room, sauna, showers, TV room (sometimes showing porn films), in-door and out-door swimming pools, work out room, outdoor sun deck, and orgy room. The facility was probably very similar to the bathes that you may visit today. Admittance to the Club Bathes was by membership only, and the existence of the facility was only learned by word of mouth in the homosexual community. At that time, if the city officials or general public had become aware of its existence, it surely would have been shut down. Society was not near as tolerant of homosexuals as it is today. Before I begin my story, it may be noted that it took place a number of years before AID’S and other diseases were a problem for homosexuals.

I hope you enjoy reading my story.


BUTTERFLY ON MY REAR


One Sunday afternoon in late spring, I decided to go to the Club Bathes to sun bathe in the nude. I loved to sun bathe and to obtain a beautiful tan, and I preferred to be evenly tan all over my body. When I checked in at the front desk, after receiving my towel and key to my room, I was told that there was some sort of national meet for swimmers, wrestlers and gymnast taking place in town. They were from various colleges and universities in the U. S. and a number of them were homosexual guest visiting the Club Bathes that afternoon.

I went to my room and undressed, put my towel around my waist, and headed towards the sun deck. As I was leaving my room, this handsome, wavy blond hair, blue-eyed man with this wonderful featured face and beautiful smile was going into his room across the hall from me. He was about my age, height and general build. We made eye contact briefly, and each of us said “hello”. While proceeding to the sun deck, I thought to myself that anyone would be very fortunate to know this handsome man, and I felt certain that I would never be so lucky.

Upon arriving on the sun deck, I observed that there was a number of the athletic good-looking young college age guys were sun bathing in the nude. I found an empty chaise lounge, which was a metal frame with nylon webbing. I removed my towel and laid down and promptly went to sleep. When I woke up, and as I was turning over, I saw the guy I had seen earlier entering into the room across from my room. He was lying, on a chaise lounge, his stomach in the nude asleep, about six feet from me. I noted that he was very well built. Ever feature was in proportion to his overall body appearance, and had just enough muscles in the right places. He would have made an ideal model for a marble statue. The shape and proportions of his legs, pelvis, arms, chest and broad shoulders were perfect.

He had very attractive muscular buttocks and on one side there was a very small yellow and orange butterfly tattoo that was very artfully done. At that time, tattoos were not popular. I generally did not care for tattoos, but this one, I did like and it was very attractive. It seemed to enhance the appearance of his buttocks and his overall body as well as showing some of his personality. The location was where it could be seen only when he was naked. I also happened to note that his cut penis had slipped between the cracks of the webbing on his lounge and was hanging down and fully erect. It was the ideal size, and seemed to be crying for attention. It was beautifully shaped and in proportion to his statue. He was, without a doubt, the most attractive man I had ever seen, and I could not help starring and memorizing in my mind his beautiful face and every detail and feature of his body.

I lay back down, and thought to myself, that there would be no chance in hell, that this man would ever be interested in or having sex with me. I felt that I was not attractive enough to ever be worthy of his attention. I was a very shy, self-conscious and an insecure person. Even though my penis was the same size as his when erect, it was uncut. Almost all men then were cut, and I had often been teased, even during my youth, for being uncut. Even though I had a similarly built to him and a nice looking face, I was not pleased with the appearance of my own body.

I went back to sleep, while adsorbing more sun. Some time passed, and when I woke up, I knew that if I stayed in the sun much longer, I would end up with a sunburn. Before I left to take a shower, I observed that my ideal man was now lying on his back with his smooth tanned moist skin glistening in the sunlight. His eyes were closed and I assumed that he was asleep. The only hair on his body was a small patch of short blond pubic hair, and naturally, I noticed that he had lost his erection

After having taken my shower, I wrapped my towel around my waist and headed back to my room. I smoked a cigarette, while in my room, and was going to dress and go home, but I decided to go check out the orgy room first. Normally at this time of the day there was never any sexual activity going on anywhere in the building. Most of the sexual activity took place after the dinner hour and continued to increase until 1:00 am or 2:00 am. I entered the orgy room and it, as I suspected, was empty. For some reason, I stood close to the entrance for several minutes. It was so quiet and peaceful. The atmosphere was so sensual. You could smell the odor of males and the aroma of sexual activity which had previously taken place in the room. The walls had murals that were painted by a local talented artist. The murals were exhibited with black lights that were the only lights in the room. The scenes in the murals were in no way offensive or crude, but instead were in very good taste, and were scenes of beautiful naked males involved in having various homosexual sex. The overall environment in the room initiated the desire to have sex.

As I turned to leave the orgy room, my idol, my dream guy, this most beautiful blond – blue-eyed - well built specimen of a man was standing in the door way smiling at me. Our eyes meet and locked together for a long period of time. He walked towards me and put his hands on my shoulders. He asked, “if I mind?” I answered, “Are you kidding me?” He gave me this beautiful smile and asked if I had some time. I told him that I had all afternoon and the night. He told me that his name was Mike and I told him my name was Kevin. Mike then said he also had a lot of time and wanted to spend it with me, and that he wanted to give me as much pleasure as he could. No other words where spoken by either of us for the next two and half hours. We removed our towels that were wrapped around our waist and dropped them on the floor. For a least ten to fifteen minutes, we stood there in the orgy room with our arms around each other, gently kissing, caressing, and exploring each other’s bodies but never touching our erected penises.

It was only a very few moments after we put our arms around each other that I realized that something very special was happening between us. We were experiencing and going to experience much much more than just sex. There was a weird sense that somehow we were bonded. We belonged and were right for each other. We were so in tuned to each other that we somehow knew what each other were thinking, feeling and desiring. There was a feeling of admiration, respect, sensitivity, love, worship, friendship, devotion, warmth, and desire for each other. It was like two loving souls had come together to be one. Both of us were so relaxed and comfortable being with each other. I had never had such an experience before and never experience it again since that time.

We moved to the large bed in the orgy room and laid down. For about thirty minutes, we were holding, kissing and rubbing each other all over our bodies, and exploring to find and give attention to each other’s erotic zones. Instinctively each of us knew where and when we had found an area that was sexually stimulating. All the time, mentally, we were communicating and knowing what each other’s thoughts were and the feelings that each of us was experiencing. There was so much non-verbal communication involved. It was so apparent to both of us that we were having an unusual experience, and neither of us wanted it to ever end. We both had fully erected cocks that had been thoroughly explored and teased to near ejaculation.

Both of us at the same time, moved to be on our sides into a 69 position with the full intent of and desire to give the other the ultimate pleasure. We remained in this position for the next two hours. We were performing oral sex on each other and when moments came that we were about to reach a climax, which in most instances was at the same time, we would stop or slow down until the desire subsided. We would signal each other that we were about to cum by griping gently each other’s buttocks. The butterfly tattoo on Mike’s butt received a lot of attention from me that day. During most of these times our penises remained in each other’s mouths. I lost count of the near climax that occurred. Neither one of us wanted to shoot off until it was just impossible to hold it any longer.

Mike had the most wonderful size and beautiful shape dick I had ever seen, tasted or had in my mouth and a beautiful body to go with it. But more important was that he was equally or more beautiful “on the inside” and that we communicated and were in tune with each other thoughts and feelings.

We were both so enthralled with what was going on between the two of us both sexually and mentally, that we were not completely aware as to what was going on around us. Sometime in the early stage of our involvement of our sexual activity, we had attracted around twenty observers that were some of the visiting athletes. We were not aware of their presents. During the entire time of our sexual act, neither Mike nor I ever heard a word or sound from them. The only sounds during this period were the moans and groans of excitement and pleasure coming from Mike and I. Sometimes, we were unintentionally very loud.

The observers were very quiet and at first just watched and perhaps played with themselves. Being observers was only for a short time. They all became participants. I became aware that someone, who had a lot of experienced, was applying oil to my body and gently rubbing and massaging me. A moment latter I felt several more guys becoming involved by licking, kissing, and caressing every part of my body including someone massaging my feet, sucking my toes, kissing my neck and ear, etc. There was one guy gently massaging my anus and my balls. These men were hitting all my erotic zones at the same time. I was aware that my sex partner was getting the same and equal treatment as I was from some of these guys. They seem to sense that there was something very special going on between Mike and I. They were very careful to contribute to our sexual enjoyment and avoided any thing that would disrupt our oral sex or break the mood.

The actions of these young men were a bit unusual. Most of the time when there was activity in the orgy room the men would pair off and have sex with each other but this did not happen. Everyone’s attention was directed towards Mike and I. Their own self-gratification was secondary to them. They were totally engrossed in what was going on with my partner and I and concentrated on and devoted to adding what they could to our sexual pleasure.

A few of the guys were standing near us jacking off and they shot off their loads on us while others would lick it off. I remember the pleasure of one load hitting the inside of my ear lobe and someone retrieved it with his tongue before it got inside my ear. A few of them had multi orgasms. At one point, I realized that someone was near me and was masturbating with one hand and massaging and playing with my nipple with the other hand. I reached out and took hold of his well-endowed, rock hard, throbbing dick and he immediately exploded with a huge load. After a short period I felt him tapping on my arm and I again and took a hold of his penis and he again shot another load.

Sometime after all these guys started to show us attention, my partner and I reach out to each other and we held hands while continuing our oral sex. In doing so, I was communicating to him that he was pleasing me more than any of the others that were involved. I received vibes from Mike that he felt the same way. It was as if we were there alone and experiencing the ultimate gratification that we had ever experienced. I knew that neither of us had any idea as to the length of time we had been sucking, deep throating, kissing and licking each other’s dicks and nuts. We were in paradise.
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We had almost reached an orgasm so many times and the height of the moment had again presented itself. We were still holding hands and we gripped each other firmly knowing that neither one of us could hold off it any longer. We had reached our peak to the point of no return. Mike and I went down on each other with each of us having each other’s
entire dick all the way down our throats. We both at the same time let go. It was the biggest load that I had ever had and Mike for sure let go a whopper. There could be no doubt in anyone's mind, because of the sounds that came from both of us, that we had reached the climax of all climaxes. Both of us swallowed each other’s cum and kept each other’s dick in our mouths as our bodies shook involuntarily. We continued to give attention to each other’s dick even after each of us was completely drained but rock hard. We still did not want to let each other go. After a short time, we both again started to give each other pleasure and Mike certainly knew how.

The man that had been involved lubricating with oil, fingering and playing with my anus and testicles lay down behind my back and thrust his cock into my ass hole. Slowly he began a rhythm of fucking in such a way that most of the time he was massaging my prostrate and hitting the right spot. Mike set up the same rhythm of the fucking with his sucking. Only moments later, some another guy lay down behind Mike and put his dick into Mick’s ass, also, beginning a regular motion of fucking him. I began my sucking motion on Mike’s dick to coincide with the person that was fucking him. Very frequently, Mike would have my entire dick so far down his throat that I felt that at any moment he would also consume my balls as well. I could feel his nose buried in my scrotum. I could detect his breathing on my testicles, and that was a turn on for me. I purposely was doing the same to him, because it was feeling so good to me, and that the manly smell from that area of his body was intoxicating.

It did not take long for the man that was fucking me with his large dick to begin to reach his near peak. He had his arm around my waist and humping faster and faster. He was breathing hard, and kissing the back of my neck, and I knew he was going to be shooting off up my ass at any moment. I was also ready to release my second load. However, I had not sensed that Mike and the person fucking him had yet to reach that level. Mike and I were still holding hands. I gripped Mike’s hand real tight to warn him that I was unable to postpone my climax very much longer and that I was ready to cum. To tell me to go ahead, he momentarily released my hand and patted it and then he and took my hand again. Mike immediately speeded up his sucking motions that gave my throbbing dick delightful sensations. It was only a few minutes later the stud that was fucking me and I at the same time shot our loads. It was hardly any time at all that Mike and his fucking friend both shot their wads. I did not think it would have been possible but Mike’s second load was more than the first but I eagerly received it down my throat. Mike and I still were not ready to release each other’s dicks. We had swallowed the remaining cum that was in our mouths and continued to suck each other’s ridged cocks. The gentlemen, that had fucked Mike and I, removed themselves and joined the other guys around us.

Mike and I were aware that the guys surrounding us, and had been giving us their attention, knew when we shot our first load and that we just had our second a climax. A few of athletes had already had multi orgasms, but a majority of them had been enjoying playing with themselves but had not climax. Mike’s and my second joy of pleasure was too much for them. All at once cum began to fly all over my partner and I.

Mike and I, regretfully, released each other’s dicks and rolled over and observed what was going on. For the first time we saw all these young very attractive athletes and their extended dicks. These considerate individuals began to clean our bodies, some licked the cum off and others used their towels.

Mike and I took each other in our arms and kissed each other. After not saying a word to each other for that long length of period, we both started to say something at the same time. We smiled at each other and then I told him “that was the most satisfying experience I have ever had” and he told me that he was going to say the same thing.

As Mike and I got up, retrieved our towels that we left on the floor, and were about to leave the orgy room. One of the young men spoke up and told us that we both had ideal physiques and that he hoped that he had a body like either one of us when he reached our age. He said that we were a perfect couple and that we exhilarated erotic thoughts and sexual fancies. All these young men had great bodies and I could not believed what he had just told Mike and I. Another person asked if we had been the models for the murals on the walls? Mike and I looked at each other and while smiling shook our heads to say “no”. The final question from one of the young men was “How many years have you been a couple? With another big smile, Mike told him that we first met in this room this afternoon only a few minutes before their arrival. Everyone in the room began to clap as Mike and I made a slight bow and exited still sporting raging erections. .

With our arms around each other’s neck, with our towels thrown over our shoulders, we went to the showers where we bathed and dried off each other. With our still stiff cocks swinging in the air, towels around our necks, we went together holding hands to our rooms without saying a thing. We knew that in to short of time we would be separating.

Mike and I were so relaxed, so sexually gratified, and still so in tuned to each other that we had the feeling that we had conquered the world together or had just returned from a visit to heaven.

We both went into our rooms but left our doors open and so we could see across the hall and watch each other getting dressed. After we both had finished dressing, Mike came over to my room and put his arms around me and hugged me very tight for a long time. I looked at my watch and could not believe that we had been in the orgy room for almost three hours. Also, I could not believe that I had maintained a full erection for all that time and we both of our dicks were still had hard.

I began to pick up some vibes from Mike. I broke the silence and asked if he wanted to talk about what was bothering him. He grabbed me around the neck again and said “yes” and broke down and started to cry. I closed the door and we set down on the bed and I held his hand. In a few minutes, he asked, “If I really had the time to talk to him?” I reassured him that I had all the time he needed, and that it was my pleasure to be with him. I would certainly be willing to listen to what was bothering him and help anyway I could.

Mike began by telling me that he was born and reared in Dallas, but no longer lived here. He said that he had never been happy while living in Dallas and that there had been many unpleasant things that happened to him. Mike could not remember anything good ever happening while living here. He told me that the only reason he was here now was because his mother had died and her funeral was yesterday. I started to express my sorrow about his mother when he interrupted me and said she was a “bitch” and I am glad she is gone. He told me the main reason he came back for her funeral was because he had to make the arrangements for his mother’s funeral and to sign some legal papers. He explained that his father had died several years earlier and that he was the only remaining relative.

Mike told me that his mother and father somehow found out that he was a homosexual. His parents told him to leave their house and never come back and never contact them again. His parents told his boss about their son being a homosexual that resulted in Mike loosing his part time job. They informed his school, his church and all the organizations which Mike was a member and was banished from these as well. Mick’s neighbors and most of Mike’s friends learned from his parents about him being a homosexual and they turned on him.

Fortunately, Mike had a homosexual friend who was a few years older than he. His name was Jeff, and he lived in Tallahassee, Florida, and was going to Florida State University, and was about to complete his PhD. Mike called Jeff and told him about his problem. Jeff immediately wired Mike money and told him to fly to Tallahassee and come and live with him. When he arrived in Tallahassee, Jeff suggested to Mike that he adopt his last name and pretend to be his brother. Jeff and Mike favored each other and no one ever questioned their relationship. Mike soon decided to legally change his last name.

They soon became more than just friends. They became “a pair” and entered into a homosexual relationship. Jeff was the sole survivor of a wealth family and money was not one of Jeff’s concerns. Jeff offered to pay for Mike’s education and insisted that Mike finish his senior year in high school and then enter Florida State where Mike eventually earned a bachelors and masters degree. They still lived in Tallahassee and Mike and Jeff had been together for twelve years. Jeff had become a professor at Florida State and Mike had an important job working in the state capital. Together they had a wonderful loving, understanding and an unusual relationship.

Mike told me that when he learned about his mothers death that his other half told him that he must returned to Dallas for the funeral and to take care of all the details and business. As Mike was about to board the plane for Dallas, Jeff told him that he had heard about the Club Bathes in Dallas and made him promises that he would go there after the funeral. Jeff instructed Mike to have a good time at the bathes, and that when he returned home, that he wanted a detail report on exactly what took place. Mike said that he could not wait to get home and tell Jeff about me. He assured me that Jeff would understand and that there would be no jealousy are any problems. Mike said that Jeff would probably say “Good for you. With all the troubles you have had recently, you needed someone like Kevin” and that would be it. Mike explained that he and Jeff have this love, trust, and understanding for each other and that they will always be together as a couple.

From what Mike related to me was that Jeff had an unusual philosophy. Jeff does not believe that a person’s mate having sex with someone else is cheating any more than if his mate hug someone or shook someone’s hand. Mike said that Jeff truly believes that if two people love someone deeply enough and wish to be together that nothing else will or should matter. Mike told me that he wished that I could meet his other half sometime, and he knew with certainly that Jeff and I would become very close friends. .

Our conversation went on for about two hours and we learned many things about each other. I told him about my feelings of insecurity and being self-conscious because my penis being uncut and about not liking my body. Mike told me that my uncut penis and my body was one of many things why he was attracted to me. I inform Mike, that because he liked my body and the way I looked and how the young men had reacted, said and did during and after our sexual encounter, that I felt entirely different about my self and that my ego was soaring.

Mike said he was still feeling the sensations that my lips were still wrapped around his cock and was being sucked. Jokingly, Mike told me that it is a good thing that we did not live closer together. He thought, that if we did live close together, that we would become a sex machine and in no time we would wear out each other’s dicks. Unless, we died of starvation first due to preferring to having sex rather than wasting time eating.

Again, Mike and I told each other how we felt about each other and what the afternoon meant to each of us. We discussed the mental communication that transpired and mutually agreed that something really special happened while we were together. Mike told me that I was the best thing that had ever happened to him in Dallas, and what happen between us had made him even more proud to be a homosexual.

He was ready to forgive his mother and father even though they treated him badly. He was not going to shed any more tears in his parent’s behalf. Mike said that his business was now completed in Dallas, and the rest of it was in the hands of a good attorney, and that he had an early flight home the next morning.

As Mike and I were leaving the Club Bathes, several of the young men, who were in the orgy room, came up to us and hugged our necks, gave us a kiss, and thanked us for a memorial afternoon. The guy at the front desk had observed and overheard what had just taken place. As we went out the front door, Mike and I overheard the front desk clerk ask one of the young men, “What in the hell was that all about?”. Mike and I just smiled at each other. Mike had used a taxi to get to the bathes so I offered to drive him to his hotel. He gratefully accepted my offer. As we were driving to the hotel both of us at the same time reached to felt each other’s cocks that incidentally in both cases were erect. We looked at each other and grinded. Upon arriving at the hotel, Mike got out of the car and adjusted himself, and reached into the car and shook my hand and winked at me with a big smile on his face. We both knew that we would probably never see or talk to each other again, but we would always have our memories.

The next day, I received a telephone call from the Club Bathes and they told me that a floral arrangement with a note signed Mike and Jeff had been delivered there. It was for the gentleman, whose name was Kevin, who occupied Room 106 on Sunday afternoon. The instructions on the arrangement requested that the Club Bathes notify me of the delivery. He wanted to know if I were the gentleman named Kevin. I told them I was Kevin and I was in that room on Sunday afternoon and I would come pick up the flowers.

I picked up the beautiful arrangement of yellow roses. There was a card that said “Thanks again for the Best Experience I have ever had. I shall never forget you”. It was signed from Mike and Jeff. There was a P.S. “My butterfly loves yellow roses. I hope you like them as much as you liked my butterfly on my rear”. Jeff thought it was great that I wanted to send you the flowers.

I STILL HAVE THE CARD that I have saved for forty some odd years. Perhaps it is evident that, after all these years, my memory of that Sunday afternoon is as clear today as if it happen yesterday. I have often wished that I could once again touch Mike’s butterfly tattoo.

 

[patrick]

Re: The Butterfly On My Rear

fantastic, just remember that there are always men who like older men and whatever we may think of ourselves, otheres see differently sometimes

 

[Blueboy369]

Re: Having Sex With My Older Brother's Best Friend

Blueboy says:
"Sexy! Grab your tent, camping has never been this hot."

 

[unoponcho]

Having Sex To Kill Time

Having Sex To Kill Time

By Kevin

It was a couple weeks before Christmas and I was looking forward towards having a two-week vacation during the Christmas and New Years holidays. I was going to be driving around six hundred miles to go to my hometown and spend the holidays with my parents and family.

My car was less than a year old and still under warranty. I took the car to the dealership to have it checked over before I made my trip. The mechanic inspected the car and found a couple things wrong with it. Being under warranty, there were no costs to me were going to be involved but it would take them at least three hours to do the work.

I plopped my ass down in the waiting room to wait for the work to be completed.

There was a real good-looking dude about my age setting in the waiting room. We were the only ones there. He was very restless. He would pick up a magazine and thumb thru it and throw it back down on the coffee table and get up a pace the floor for a while and then set back down.

I was fully aware that he had looked me over and I caught him staring at me several times. I am sure that he was also aware that I had observed him with interest.

One of the mechanics came into the waiting room and talked to him a few minutes. I was not listening to the conversation but I hear the guy yell “Four Hours. You mean I’m going to have to set here for four more fucking hours”. The mechanic left and the guy hauled off and kicked one of the chairs. “Oh Shit! I think I just broke one of my damn toes”. I knew that he had to be talking to me because I was the only other person in the room. I looked up at him and I could not help but smile. “What are you smiling about? I think my damn toe is broken”. I told him that I was sorry and started looking back at my magazine.

I waited a minute or two and glanced up to see what he was doing. He was setting down and had taken off his shoe and sock and looking at his toe. I asked him if he thought that he had broken it? He looked up at me and said, “I don’t think so. It just hurts like hell. Do you want to kiss it and make it well?” We both started laughing. He moved over and set down beside me and introduced himself. His name was Blake.

We talked for a while and among other things, I learned that Blake’s car broke down on the highway just outside of town and a wrecker towed it into the shop. Fortunately nothing real major was wrong but he was upset because of being delayed so long due to car trouble. He was just passing through and was hoping to drive a couple hundred more miles before sundown.

I decided that I wanted a coke and offered to buy Blake one. He agreed he would like one so I went to the vending machine, got the drinks, set back down beside him and handed him his coke. He put his hand on my leg and thanked me. He left his hand on my leg for several more moments as we looked at each other in the eye. I did not think much of it at the time. Blake appeared to be very macho and straight. He had talked some about some recent football and basketball games and other things that led me to believe that he was straight.

We talked some more about things of very little interest. After finishing drinking our cokes, I excused myself to go to the restroom.

There was a small restroom adjacent to the waiting room and the door had been standing open ever since I first arrived.

I got up to go and Blake told me that he would join me. I went in and Blake was behind me. He closed the door and locked it from the inside. It was very crowded with two people in such a small space. I stepped up to the commode to take a leak. I heard Blake unzip his pants and thought that he was just getting ready so he could take a leak after I had finished. When I turned around, he was standing between the door and me. He had his back leaning against the door with his pants and under shorts around his ankles; his shirt unbuttoned and was beating on his big piece of meat. He smiled at me, “Why don’t you join me? We might as well have some fun while we are killing time”.

Before I could answer him, he pulled my T-shirt off and had my pants and shorts around my ankles and had dropped to his knees and had begun to suck me off. I was so shocked that I could not think of anything to say. He certainly did know how to suck cocks and to give pleasure to a guy.

After he had sucked and deep throated me for several minutes, he stood up and pinched and teased my nipples and winked at me and asked me if I was enjoying myself. He ran his hands over my shoulders, chest and arms. I knelt down and sucked his hard cock, licked and teased his nuts. He was groaning and grunting and I could tell that he liked what I was doing to him.

He reached down with both hands and held my head firmly and began to fuck my face. I put my arms around his hips and held his strong flexing buttocks while he fucked my face at a rapid speed pulling his cock in and out of my mouth and shoving it deep down my throat as far as it would go. He kept this up for a good length of time before he shot off his very generous load of cum.

He helped me to my feet and I thought that it was all over since he had been satisfied. He put his hands on both of my shoulders and looked at me and told me how good I had made him feel. He dropped to his knees and began to suck on my cock until I reached an orgasm. He told me that he liked the taste of my cum.

He stood up and again put his hands on my shoulders and stood there with a big smile on his face and stared into my eyes for a minute or so. Neither one of us said anything. There just was no need to say a word.

We both put our clothes back on. Blake cracked the door to the bathroom and looked out and motioned to me that no one was in the waiting room and it would be all right for both of us to come out of the bathroom at the same time.

We had barely set down when the mechanic who was working on my car as well as the mechanic that was working on Blake’s car came in together. I was told that my car was ready. I overheard Blake’s mechanic tell him that it would be the next morning early before his car would be ready because they were waiting on a part. I offered Blake a ride to a motel. “Thanks man, that is so nice of you”. The mechanic asked which motel I would be taking him to. I gave him the name of the motel and the mechanic told Blake that the dealership would send a car to pick him up in the morning.

Blake went to his car and got a few things and we got into my car and took off.

On the way to the motel, I told Blake that I would have invited him to spend the night with me but I had a straight roommate who did not like for me to bring home overnight guests. I suggested to Blake that he check into the motel and I would take him to dinner. He smiled at me and said, “And after dinner? -------I am going to have some time on my hands. ------You do know what I like to do when killing time”.

After dinner, we returned to Blake’s motel room, took a shower, and spent close to three and half hours killing time in our favorite way. I found out that Blake not only liked oral sex but also enjoyed being the bottom. He had one of the tightest and best asses I have ever fucked. Overall he was one of the best sexual partners that I had ever been with.

By the time I left his motel room to go home, he was completely satisfied, relaxed and was very sleepy.

I only have one regret. I have wished many times that we had exchanged phone numbers or addresses and perhaps have gotten together to have sex again. He was truly a very handsome dude with the right size equipment to cause my heart to go “pitty pat” and my cock to come to attention.

Ever since my encounter with Blake, I have rather looked forward towards taking my car into the dealership for a checkup. Does lighting ever strike twice in the same place?



I WOULD LIKE TO HEAR WHAT YOU THINK OF MY STORY

KEVIN

 

[unoponcho]

Working Late Paid Off Big Time

Working Late Paid off Big Time

By Kevin

It had been a hot and humid Friday, which really did not bother me too much since I had been inside my air-conditioned office all-day and late into the evening. I had worked until eleven o’clock trying to catch up on my work. When I went to the parking garage, it was just beginning to cool off some.

I was driving an old antique red convertible that I had been reconditioning and had spent way too much money on it. I put the top down and took off my coat, tie and shirt and threw them into the back seat. I heard an unexpected voice ask, “Is that all you are going to take off?” I turned around and it was a man that worked in the same office building that my office was in. We had seen each other several times but we had never introduced ourselves to each other. He walked over towards me. “Man that is one more beautiful automobile you have. I would love to own a car like that”.

He stuck out his hand and told me his name was Bruce. “I have seen you around and have been wanting to meet you”. I told him my name Henry. He walked around the car admiring it. “How does this beauty run?” I told him that it ran great and asked him if he would like to take a short drive with me. He told me that he would love to. He took his coat, tie and shirt off and put them in the back seat and climbed in on the rider’s side.

When I saw his naked chest, I started getting a hard-on. He was built to perfection and had a light coating of hair on his chest and stomach that complimented his nicely proportioned body. Plus he had a face and smile that made me want to kiss him.

I had never paid very much attention to Bruce when I had seen him before. He struck me as being a typical happily married man with very young children.

As we pulled out of the parking garage, “Well Henry, are you married?”

I smiled and told him “No way man. How about you?”

“Not me. I don’t dig women”.

I turned and headed towards a road that went along the beach. I was driving slowly and was enjoying hearing the waves, the cool breeze hitting my face and blowing my hair. Bruce looked over at me and put his hand on my leg and said, “This feels fucking great. This drive is just what I needed. I don’t know about you but this has been a very stressful day for me”. I told him that it had been a day that I got nothing done yet I worked hard all day and evening.

“Henry, would you like a beer? I do not live far from here. We could get a beer if you would like?”

“I would love to have a beer”. I was lying through my teeth. I don’t really care for beer. The way he kept rubbing my leg and was acting, I was hoping that he might also have something else in mind. I thought there was a strong possibility that he may be as horny as I was. I had noticed when he had his hand on my leg that he was rubbing his crotch with his other hand.

He told me to take the next right. I turned right and he told me to go two blocks and he lived in the second house on the right. I did not tell him but I lived two blocks further up the same street.

We pulled into his driveway and he got out of the car and got his coat, tie and shirt and told me to come on in.

When we got inside, he laid down his clothes and went directly to the frig and got us a beer and told me to have a seat in the den and make myself comfortable. He set down on the leather sofa beside me and lend back and propped his feet up on the coffee table and made a big sigh. He drank a couple swallows of his beer and set back up straight and looked at me. “Henry, I don’t want to offend you in anyway but I would really like to suck you off. Would you have any objections for me doing that?” I could not help from laughing. He got a real concerned look on his face before I said, “I would love for you to suck me off but only if I can do the same to you”.

It had been a long time since I had seen a man move as fast as Bruce. In no time he had undressed himself and me and was between my legs sucking my semi-hard prick.

As his head was going up and down on my now stiff erection, his hands were rubbing me all over my body and legs as far as they could reach. He was like a wild man and we were both making approving sounds.

I eased over and lay down on the sofa and he never missed a beat and climbed up on the sofa so I could suck him off at the same time.

I loved the taste, shape and size of his hard prick in my mouth. I put my arm around his hips and pulled him towards my mouth getting his prick as far into my throat as possible. He was groaning and slamming his fist against the sofa cushion behind me.

We had been going at it strong for sometime and I was getting close to ejaculating and warned Bruce. He pulled his mouth away from my prick. “Please don’t cum now. I love to suck on your cock.” He kissed my prick and ran his hands up and down my body. He played with my nipples for a few moments and then teased my asshole for a while before he deep throated me and began sucking me off again.

I certainly was in no rush and was enjoying every minute of the attention he was giving my hard prick. I was playing along with his game and when I thought he was about to cum, I would slow down or stop to delay his climax.

For thirty or more minutes we sucked and deep throated each other’s pricks. “Heennrryy, I-I-I can’t holdd offff annnyy longeerr. Ohhhhhhh Man. Oh Man that was great”. He had shot off a huge load of his wonderful tasting cum into my mouth. He began to rapidly suck on my prick and I was yelling, “I’mmmm cumminnn”. I too released several shots of cum down his waiting throat. For a long time we lay there not wanting to make the effort to move.

Bruce was the first to stir and he set up on the sofa and I got up and set down beside him. He put his arm around my neck and told me how much he enjoyed it and told me that it had been a long time since he had had sex. I told him that it had been a long time for me, too.

He asked me if I was hungry. He suggested that I take him back to the parking garage to get his car and one of us stop at a drive-in and pick up some hamburgers and fries and return to his house to eat them. I told him that it sounded great to me and that I would stop on my way back and pick up the food. He hugged me and said, “Of course after we eat, you will spend the rest of the night with me want you?” I looked at him and replied, “Only if you will serve me some more of your desert”.

We slipped on our pants and left our socks, shoes and underwear there and drove to pick up his car. I was the last customer at the drive-in and they were closing up as I left.

Bruce was waiting on me when I returned. He had taken off his pants, put on a bathrobe, and had picked up and hung up his clothes and had mine neatly stacked in a chair.

We leisurely ate and talked for sometime after we finished eating. We both expressed how much more relaxed and less tension that we were feeling. Bruce told me about his job and what he was involved in doing and I told him about some of my projects. We learned that both of us had been devoting so much time to our work that we had been neglecting our sex lives. Bruce put his arm around me and took a hold of my soft pecker and told me that from now on our sex lives would no longer be neglected. My soft pecker began to get hard and I reached for his and his began to grow. As we played with each other we told each other about some of our previous sexual experiences. Neither one of us had had much experience even though we both had known that we were gay for a number of years. We had not had a relationship that lasted for any length of time.

Bruce got up and stood between my legs and put his hands on my shoulders. “Henry, I have really enjoyed talking to you. I am so pleased that we have met. It is very late and I would very much like for you to fuck me before we go to sleep. Are you up to it?” I stood up and we hugged each other and went into his bedroom holding each other’s stiff erections.

While I got into his bed, he went into the bathroom and returned with a condom and lubrication that he tossed on the bed. He lay down so we could suck each other hard pricks for a while before I began to fuck him.

We had been giving head to each other for some time. Bruce stopped and pulled head back away from my erected pecker and said, “I have never enjoyed sucking anyone’s cock as much as I enjoy sucking yours. It is like I have been starving to death and your cock is the first feast that I have had in months”. He resumed giving me head and making sounds like he was enjoying eating a delicious meal to fill his hungry stomach. I must admit that I was also expressing my pleasure in both in what he was doing to me as well as enjoying his cock in my mouth and throat.

Both of us had got near a climax several times and had given each other time to delay our ejaculations. I felt Bruce hitting my arm and realized that he was handing me the lubrication to prepare his asshole to be fucked. I did so while still giving him head and he seemed to be going wild with excitement.

When he was obviously ready to be fucked, I handed him back the lube and he put the condom and lube on me and I continued to give him head until we were ready to change positions.

He lay down on his back and threw his legs in the air and was begging me to put my cock into his asshole. He reminded me that it had been a long time and to go slow. I got behind him and he put his legs on my shoulder and said, “Fuck me good. I want your cock inside me”. He was very tight but within moments I was all the way inside him and he was moaning and groaning louder than either one of us had done before.

For ten or fifteen minutes I fucked him and we told each other how wonderful we were feeling and the enjoyment we were experiencing. When I began to feel like I was going to cum, I took a firm grip on Bruce’s cock and stroked it at the same rhythm that I was fucking his ass. Bruce was squirming, twisting and banging his fist against the mattress and screaming, “Fuck me! Fuck me! I am about to shoot off. You are making me feel so fucking good. Shoot your cum inside me”. As I shot off, he also began to shoot off and his cum was going everywhere. It was on his face, chest, stomach, bed, and all over my hand. He became completely limp and relaxed and I kept on fucking him until I lost my erection. I got off the bed and disposed of my condom in the commode and took him a towel to wipe up his cum.

I laid down beside him and told him how much I enjoyed fucking his tight ass. He cuddled up next to me and said, “You did not enjoy it half as much as I did”. He put his arm around me and within moments we were both asleep and slept soundly until after noon on Saturday.

We both woke up at the same time and I needed to take a piss. I got out of bed and he followed me and started cutting up with me. He pinched my butt and I pinched his nipple. After I started pissing, he tried to stick his finger up my asshole and then he insisted that he was going to hold my pecker while I pissed. I tried to get him away from me but finally I had to give in or I would have pissed all over everything. When I finished I squirm away from him and got into the shower while he was relieving himself. When I got out of the shower, he had gone into the kitchen to put the coffee on. I put on my jockey briefs and he came back and as he was getting into the shower he said, “Don’t put the rest of your clothes on yet. If you do, I will just have to take them off again”.

I went in and set down at the breakfast table and Bruce had set out some rolls for breakfast. I helped myself to one of them even though the coffee was not ready. Bruce came into the kitchen with his bathrobe on and was scurrying around getting plates, napkins, cream and sugar on the table. As soon as the coffee was ready he poured a cup for each of us and he set down and sighed real loud. “Damn Henry, when you screw a guy’s ass, he knows he has been screwed. I am so exhausted that I can hardly move. Please tell me. When are you going to do it again?”

After we finished eating, I told Bruce that I would help him clean up the kitchen and I had to go home that there were some things I had to do around the house before I went back to work at the office for a couple of hours. Bruce looked disappointed.

It just took a few minutes and everything was back in place. I went to the den and got my clothes and was going to go into the bedroom to get dressed. I dropped my billfold and Bruce picked it up and asked if I had some identification in it. He pulled out my driver’s license and looked at it. “Shit man. This says you live on the same street as I do”. I told him two blocks up the third house on the right. “I can’t believe it man, how long have you lived there?” I told him for over two years. “I be damn. I have lived here for a little over two years and we are just now getting together. Does that fucking house of yours have a telephone number?” I gave him my phone number and he wrote it down and I asked for his number and he wrote it down and slipped it into my billfold along with my driver’s license and handed it to me.

I set my clothes on the table to put the billfold back in my pants pocket. Bruce whirled me around yanked down my jockey briefs and pushed me down into the chair. He kneeled down between my legs and looked up at me and told me that he was going to give me another blowjob so I would remember to call him when I needed another one. He did not have to do that because I had diffidently had planned to do just that very thing.

I scooted my ass down in the chair, stretched my legs out, put my arms in back of my head, leaned back and relaxed while I received a most enjoyable blowjob that I will always remember. Bruce once again proved that he knew how to satisfy a guy.

There was no way that I was going to leave until I returned the favor and made sure that he would remember to call me when he got horny again.

Sunday, I got up early and started doing the chores around the house. I did the laundry, picked up things around the house and vacuumed. I washed both cars and mowed and edged the lawn. I went inside and took a shower and had just set down to call Bruce. The phone rang and it was Bruce. I told him that I was just about to call him.

“Henry, would like to go out for dinner with me?”

“That’s exactly what I was thinking”.

“May I spend the night with you?”

“That’s exactly what I was thinking”.

“May I come up to your place now?”

“That’s exactly what I was thinking”.

“May I give you a blowjob?”

“That’s exactly what I was thinking”.

“Would you give me your convertible?”

“That is not what I was thinking. Get your ass up here”.

Bruce and I had incredible great sex that night as well as many other days and nights. We were often together at either his house or mine. Even though we both continued to put in long overtime work at our offices, our sex lives were no longer neglected.

Working late that one Friday night paid off in a big way for Bruce and I. Perhaps it was because I was driving my antique red convertible.

There have been a few times when Bruce has been very, very extra nice to me that I have let him drive my automobile.

“Hell, what am I saying? He drives the convertible all the fucking time when we go anywhere”.

LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK OF MY STORY

KEVIN

 

[gingentleman]

Re: Working Late Paid Off Big Time

what a fun story!!!!!!!!!

 

[mattag]

Re: Having Sex With My Older Brother's Best Friend

hey kevin my names matt i just joined this site and read your story wow i had like three orgasms reading it great work it was full of passion sex and fun it was great please do more

 

[mattag]

Re: Having Sex With My Older Brother's Best Friend

love the levu brock link thanks

 

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Classmate Taught Partner The Gay Facts of Life

Classmate Taught Partner The Gay Facts Of Live

By Kevin


Otis and Doyle worked for completive companies and their companies had sent them to take a college night course that was related to the work that they were doing.

Both of them had graduated from college two years ago and thought that they once and for all were through going to classes and school. They had a bad attitude and resented having to take the course and thought it was going to be a waist of time.

The class was M-W-F from 7:00PM to 9:00PM for four weeks. Otis and Doyle meet for the first time the night of their first class. There were ten students enrolled in the class.

When the professor discovered that Doyle and Otis had similar jobs at different companies, he assigned them a topic for a paper that they were to work together, which that would be due the last day of classes. Their grade for the class would be determined by the grade they received on the paper. The topic for the paper was related to the work that they were involved with in their companies. The other members of the class were divided into pairs and also assigned various topics and projects.

The professor told the class there would be no textbook because all the textbooks were outdated due to the many advancements and changes that had taken place in the very recent years and months. He explained that the class would meet on Mondays and Wednesdays for lectures and on Fridays that the teams could either meet in the classroom or place of their choosing to work on their papers. He passed out an outline as to what would be covered in the next four weeks along with a list of reference materials.


After the first night of classes was over, “Well Otis, it looks like you and I are going to be working together. Let’s get this partnership started off on the right track. I will buy you a coke. How about it?” Doyle put his arm on Otis’s shoulder and they headed out into the hall to a vending machine.

Doyle and Otis set down and discussed assignment at length. They were pleased that the assignment involved what they were both doing at their individual companies. There was a lot of research to be done. Most of it could be done on their computers at home or at the office. They agreed to split up the research and report back to each other their findings. They exchanged home and office telephone numbers.

Doyle left an indelible impression on Otis. He was tall and very smartly and neatly dress in his casual attire. He was a very handsome man and Otis could imagine that he would be very striking when he was at the office dressed in an expensive suit, shirt, tie and shoes. He had an elegance and sophistication about him. He was very sharp, intelligent and extremely outgoing and friendly. With his company being a competitor of Otis’s company and with him holding a comparable position to his, Otis felt intimidated and that he would be very hard pressed to be a challenge to Doyle in anyway.

There was something else about Doyle that Otis was having a hard time dealing with. He was attracted to Doyle in a way that he thought was immoral and wrong. Otis considered himself to be straight even though there had been other occasions that he had been attracted to a man he had never allowed himself to take an actions on what he considered to be immoral thoughts. Even though Otis had convinced himself that he was heterosexual and had dated a number of women he had never had or wanted to have sex with a female. He had convinced himself that it was because he had not yet met the right female.

Doyle’s impression of Otis was that he was very knowledgeable, pleasant, easy going, reserved, and a person that would be a reliable and good friend.
Otis was a clean-cut nice looking man that was not particularly interested in clothes or in his appearance. Even though Doyle was gay and had had a lot of experience, he could not determine if Otis might be gay or not. Doyle would like to go to bed with Otis and was very sexually attracted to him but even if Otis was not gay he had a lot of respect towards him and wanted to be his friend.

To their surprise both of them found Wednesday’s lecture extremely informative and interesting. Doyle and Otis talked a few minutes before class, during their break and after class. Doyle invited Otis to come to his apartment on Friday evening to begin work on their assignment. He suggested that Otis come at 6:00PM and they spend an hour on the assignment and then go out to eat and return to his apartment and continue to talk and do what was necessary. He gave Otis his address and directions how to get there.

Friday, Otis left his office to go directly to Doyle’s apartment. He had done a lot of research and work on the assignment that he was eager to share with Doyle. As he got near Doyle’s apartment, it occurred to him that he was not in the kind of neighborhood that he would expect Doyle to be living in. With the salary that Doyle should be making, surely he good afford a nicer neighborhood than where he was living.

Doyle’s apartment was on the second floor of a two-story building. Otis rang the doorbell and it was a few minutes before Doyle open the door. Doyle had just gotten out of the shower and had on a very nice silk bathrobe on with a towel on his shoulder and he had not dried off and his hair was dripping wet. He told Otis to come on in and told him that he was late getting home and had just gotten out of the shower. Doyle asked Otis if he would like something to drink and told him that he was going to fix himself a mixed drink. Otis told him that he would drink what ever he was going to drink.

Otis was looking around and was surprised by seeing where Doyle lived. Basically the apartment was one very large open space. It was a combination of a bedroom/den/office/breakfast table/and a kitchenette with a bathroom and a small room that could have been a bedroom but Doyle had turned it into a closet that was full of expensive clothes, ties, and shoes.
The furniture and king-size bed was expensive and in very good taste. The apartment was spotless and very neat a clean and very attractive.

Doyle handed Otis his drink and made a toast. “Here’s to our assignment. May it go well”. Otis told Doyle that he really like his apartment. Doyle said, “I like it. It serves my purpose real well. I have just enough space that it is not difficult to keep clean and I have everything I need and it is convenient. I have thought about buying a home or moving into a condominium but I like it here so why move somewhere that is going to require more maintenance”.

Doyle told Otis to set down. He took his towel off his shoulder and was drying his hair and told Otis that he had done some research and was anxious to show him what he had found. He walked over to his bed where he had laid out the clothes that he was going to wear and removed his bathrobe. He turned around standing there in the nude and asked Otis if he had had time to do any research? He turned back around and slipped on his briefs and other clothes while Otis told him that he had also been working on getting information for the assignment paper.

The sight of Doyle’s nude body caused Otis to get an erection. Otis was very unhappy with himself for getting aroused. He was clutching his briefcase in his lap covering up his hard penis hoping it would go down before Doyle saw it.

When Doyle finished dressing, he took Otis’s glass and mixed another drink for each of them and suggested that they set down at a long table where the computer was. There were two chairs on rollers in front of table. For the next hour they compared notes and exchanged information and ideas about the assignment. They both had had a couple more drinks and were feeling very relaxed and happy. “Crap Otis, the way we are going, in no time at all, we will have that fucking assignment ready to turn in. Let’s go get something to eat and come back an work on that mother some more?”

During dinner Doyle asked Otis if he were married?

“No not yet?”

“Well do you have a steady girlfriend?”

“No I don’t. I have never had a steady girlfriend”.

“Do you date a lot?”

“No not really. I date occasionally but I just haven’t found the right woman for me”.

They discussed their assignment for a few minutes and Otis asked, “Doyle it is obvious that you are single. Do you have a steady girlfriend?”

Doyle smiled and said, “Otis, I am gay. I am a faggot—a queer. I hope that doesn’t bother you. That is just who I am and cannot help it”.

“I don’t think that I have ever known anyone that I was for sure that was gay. Would you mind talking to me about it some time? I would really like to know what it is like being gay”.

“Otis, I would be more than happy to talk to you about it and answer any questions that I can. Anytime you want to discuss it, just let me know”.

“Thanks, I think that I need to talk to someone”.

As soon as they returned to the apartment, they went back to work and began to put some of the ideas and information in writing. They had work on it for over and hour and Otis suggested that they take a break.

Doyle fixed them another drink and they set down and talked some more about their project. Doyle said, “Man, I feel like we are on a roll. Things are just falling into place. I am really pleased with what we have accomplished. I know that both of us are tired but I would like for us to work on it at least another hour or so. Are you up to it?”

“As long as you serve me drinks like this I am up to anything”.

“Otis, being gay, when you say ‘up to anything’ I immediately jump to conclusions that perhaps you did not mean. I therefore am going to ignore your remark. Now, I am going to make a suggestion and I do not want you to interpret it the wrong way. I am not going to come onto you. It’s just that I do my best work when at home working on an assignment or project like we are working on, when I am comfortable. I am most comfortable doing something like this when I am in my briefs. Would you be willing for us to take off our pants, shirts and shoes and tackle this project head on?”

Otis smiled and got up and started undressing and told Doyle that that was the way he like to study and work.

It was well after midnight and after a large number of drinks that they finished and printed a rough draft of their paper that they knew would have to be added to and edited. It was a great start and they were pleased in what they had accomplished and decided that they would show the professor what they had done so far and get his opinion to where they were headed in the right direction.

Doyle put his arm around Otis’s shoulder and said, “Partner, I think we work damn well together. Judging from the way I feel, and you have had as many drinks as I have, I am in no condition to drive. I do not think you are either. If I promise you that I will not molest your body, would you share my bed with me the rest of the night”.

“Perhaps you are right, I am tipsy and very tired. If you do not mind I would like to sleep here tonight”.

They turned out the lights and climbed into bed. They were lying on their backs and had not said anything to each other.

“Doyle, are you asleep?”

“No, not yet”.

“When a man gets an erection when he sees a certain man, does that mean that he is gay?”

“I would think so. Why do you ask?”

“Oh never mind. ---- Well damn! I have always been taught that it was not normal to be gay and to be attracted to other men. It is immoral and a sin to do so. I am straight. At least I have managed to convince myself that I am. However, several men have caused me to get erections and I do not know what to think about it. Frankly, I am scared shitless”.

Doyle turned over on his side facing Otis and put his hand on Otis’s arm. “Otis, you and I need to have a long talk about this sometime soon. I do not think that tonight is the right time. We both have had too much to drink. Would you have dinner with me tomorrow night and we can come back here and talk about it as long as you want?”

“Thanks Doyle. I feel better now. Goodnight”.

Otis woke up the next morning before Doyle and used the bathroom. When he return to the bed, Doyle had rolled over in his sleep and had an erection. Otis stood by the bed starring Doyle body and his hard penis that was partially sticking out above his waistband of his briefs. Otis’s penis got hard and he remembered Doyle saying that if such a thing happened that it probably meant that he was gay.

Otis decided to put on his clothes, write Doyle a note to call him about having dinner together and go home.

Shortly after Otis got home, Doyle called him and they agreed that Otis was to pick him up at 6:00PM to go to dinner together. All day Otis kept thinking about Doyle and couldn’t get the sight of his body and erection out of his mind. The more he thought about it the hornier he got. Several times he started jacking off and he would stop because he felt guilty by letting his gay feelings get the best of him.

By the time he picked up Doyle for dinner, he was not for sure if he should talk to him about what it was like being gay.

During dinner, Doyle told Otis that he had spent a couple of hours that afternoon doing some more research and had found two different concepts that were totally different from what they had been working on. He told Otis that he would show him what he had found when they got back to the apartment.

As soon as they got back to the apartment, Doyle showed Otis what he had found.

“Damn Doyle, this sure throws a monkey wrench in what we have done thus far”.

“Yeah, it sure does. Do you want to do some more work on it tonight?”

“That’s find with me but let’s not work on it too long”.

“Right. Let’s get comfortable. Would you like something to drink?”

“Please but I am going to limit myself to two drinks”.

For an hour and half hours they worked on their paper and had printed out another rough draft that they were going to talk to their professor the next night after their class. Doyle gather up the papers and handed them to Otis and told him to put them in his briefcase. Doyle turned off the computer and all the lights except the one in the bathroom and set down on the couch next to where Otis had set down.

“Do you still want to talk about what it is like to be gay?”

“Doyle, I am so confused. I think if I don’t talk to someone that I am going to loose my mind. Perhaps I may need professional help. Maybe I shouldn’t say this but I couldn’t get you off my mind today”.

“I’m far from being a shrink but I do think I am a good listener. What do you mean when you say that you couldn’t get me off your mind?”

“This is really embarrassing. Last night when I saw you nude before you got dressed and this morning I saw you in bed with an erection, I got a stiff. If I am really straight, I don’t think I would have gotten an erection. I have had this to happen two or three times when I have seen men. I am going to ask you even though I know what you are going to tell me. Am I gay?”

“Otis, first I want to tell you that I am honored that you find me attractive. I am also very attracted to you. Many gays have a difficult time accepting the fact they are gay. They work through it in different ways. Some do seek professional help. The majority fined other ways in accepting the fact. Some take longer than others. There are a few that never accept that they have gay tendencies and have a very difficult life. To answer your question, I think that you are gay. Whether you act on it is another thing. That should be left up to you. If and when you want to experiment and act on your feelings, I am available. I would love to have sex with you. This is something that you are going to have to decide”.

“I have heard that gays suck each other off and fuck each other’s asshole.
How can they put their mouths on something that is dirty as a penis and how can they fuck a filthy asshole?”

“Otis it is like mind over matter. When you masturbate, do you think your hand is touching something dirty?”

“No, not really. I have never thought about it. I just do it”.

“Sucking some one off is much the same. You just do it because you are pleasing someone. Fucking is a little different but very similar”.

“Do you think that men having sex with other men is immoral and sinful?”

“Not in my books. I have a question for you. I’m sure that you like most of us have always been told that masturbation was wrong. Do you think that it is wrong and sinful?”

“Well no. I do feel guilty about it sometimes because I have been taught that it is wrong. My parents used to tell me that if I did it that I would go blind. They were in the wrong to tell me that”.

“Okay. All your life you have been told that being gay is wrong. Does that make it wrong? I do not think it is wrong or sinful. How do they know for sure that it is wrong? They don’t know. If I had a choice, I would be straight and have a wife and have the children that I would like to have. I just was not made to be straight and have to live the best life I can being gay”.

“Doyle, I really appreciate your talking to me about this. Would you please have sex with me? That is going to be the only way I am going to find out if I like it or not. If I do not like it, then my question as to whether or not I am gay will be solved”.

Doyle got up and helped Otis to his feet. He put his arms around Otis and said, “Gays like different things. I personally enjoy kissing and being kissed by a man. There are some gays that do not like kissing or any signs of affection. I am going to kiss you and if you do not like it just tell me”. Doyle tenderly kissed Otis on his lips and Doyle returned his kiss. They began kissing and hugging and before long they were French kissing each other. They stopped just long enough for Doyle to remove Otis’s and his briefs. Doyle took a hold of Otis erection and Otis put his hand around Doyle’s and they stroked each other while passionately kissing.

Doyle led Otis to the bed and they lay down together. Doyle started giving Otis around the world. “Holly shit! That feels great”. Doyle kissed and licked most of Otis’s body avoiding his erection that was standing straight up and oozing pre cum. Then Doyle licked the pre cum off and licked and slid his lips up and down the shaft of Otis’s cock. Otis was moaning and demonstrating his approval of what Doyle was doing.

When Doyle placed his mouth over the head of Otis’s cock, Otis was making sounds that if you didn’t know any better, it sounded like he was in pain. The further Doyle went down on him the louder his sounds became.

Doyle being experienced realized that since this was Otis first time and the way he was reacting that he had to take care to not cause Otis to prematurely ejaculate. He was taking it very slow and at times stops his giving head entirely for a few moments.

Several times he would remove his mouth off Otis’s dick and suck and lick his balls that were causing him to mumble curse words under his breath.

Doyle became aware that Otis was reaching to hold and stroke his erection while he was giving head. He moved so Otis could reach his erection. “Oh Doyle, I have never dreamed that it could be as wonderful at this”. Doyle began to bob up and down releasing his penis from his mouth and going all the way down on him. He knew that it would not be very long before Otis was ready to climax. “I’m goiiinng to cum. I’m just about there. Heeere it is. I’mmmmm cuuuumin”.

Doyle continued to give him head a few more minutes and then moved and laid down beside Otis. Otis immediately rolled over took another hold on Doyle’s erection and kissed Doyle several times before telling him how great it felt.

A few minutes of silence had elapsed and Otis was mumbling to himself. “I can do this. I can do this. I know I can do it”.

“Otis, what are you talking about?”

“I’m going to suck you off. It is mind over matter. I’m going to put your cock in my mouth and I am going to suck you off just like you did to me”.

Otis moved down and put Doyle’s stiff penis in his mouth and began bobbing up and down. Suddenly he stopped and looked up at Doyle. “This is fucking great. It is not bad at all. I’m a fucking fag”. Otis sucked Doyle’s big cock until he had an orgasm. Otis had no trouble at all in receiving and swallowing Doyle’s cum.

Doyle told him that he did a magnificent job. Otis was so pleased with himself that he was jumping up and down on his knees in the bed. He lay down beside Doyle and was welcomed with open arms. They kissed each other a few times and laid close to each other looking into one another’s eyes.

“Otis, the next time, I want you to fuck me. I normally prefer being bottom. That means that I like to be fucked. If you wish to try to be fucked, I will do so”.

“Oh my goodness! It can’t get any better than oral sex can it?”

“You will just have to try it a find out for yourself”.

“Please do not think I am rude. It’s not like slam bam, thank you, ma’am, but tomorrow is a workday and I need run except my knees are still wobbly so I need to walk and get my ass home. Don’t get up. I will get dressed and let myself out. I will see you in class tomorrow night”. Otis kissed Doyle and told him goodnight.

After class, they talked to the professor and showed them what they had done thus far on their project. The professor was very pleased as well as being surprised at the progress they had made. He told them that they may consider doing a little more research and he pointed out that they needed to expand on a few points.

As they were leaving class, Doyle suggested that they get together the next night (Tuesday) for an early dinner and work on their assignment before going to bed with each other.

Tuesday morning unbeknownst to either one of them, while at work, they spent all morning and up until mid afternoon doing research and gatherer more information for their assignment. Doyle called Otis just as Otis started to pick up the phone to call Doyle. Both of them had the same idea. Each of them had gotten permission to take off work early. They met each other at Doyle’s apartment and stripped to their briefs and began working on their assignment. They had completed their third draft and were shocked when they realized that they had been at it for three and half hours with out a break or a stiff mixed drink.

Doyle put his arms around Otis and kissed him on his forehead and then his lips and said, “I’ve got a suggestion to make. Why don’t I call and have a pizza delivered? While we are waiting, we can have a couple of drinks. After we have eaten, we can take a shower together and go to bed and make passionate love to each other”.

“Partner, you have got a winner there. It sounds great to me”.

They had had a couple of drinks, eaten pizza, and showered and had gotten in bed. They cuddled, kissed and hugged for sometime before they started performing oral sex on each other. Otis was introduced to anal sex by fucking Doyle. After Otis had reached his climax, Doyle attempted to fuck Otis but he did not care for the pain and decided at least for the time being that he was not interested in being a bottom. He gave Doyle a blowjob instead.

While they were lying next to each other, Doyle told Otis that he had made a list of web sites for Otis to visit on the Internet that may be helpful to him and that he had printed out a vocabulary that he should read and become familiar with. He invited Otis to go with him to visit some of the gay bars the coming Saturday night.

They turned in their assignment in ten days before the deadline and received an A+. The last night of lectures the professor asked for their permission to be used their paper as a primary reference for his future classes to which Otis and Doyle granted their permission.

Three weeks after the class was over. To a great majority of the employees of both companies, they were surprised to learn that the two companies had merged. A number of the employees of both companies were relieved of their jobs but Otis and Doyle were secure enough that there never was a question about their jobs. The new company moved Otis and Doyle’s office next to each other with a connecting door. They were informed that they were to work together as a team.

Otis and Doyle’s friendship was well established. They were pleased to be partners at work as well as sex partners in bed. They had a lot of respect and admiration towards each other but the type of love necessary for a lifetime comment never occurred. They had made a commitment to each other that they could be lifetime sex partners if neither one of them found a lifetime lover.

Doyle used his influence on Otis and took him shopping for clothes and to his hair stylist. Their co-workers began affectionately refer to them as “The Company Twins”.


I WOULD LIKE TO KNOW WHAT YOU THINK OF MY STORY.

KEVIN

 

[unoponcho]

Re: Having Sex With My Older Brother's Best Friend

THANKS EVERYONE FOR YOUR RESPONSES

I think that I have had more responses to this story than any that I have posted. I am having a difficult time in knowing what kind of stories you guys like to read. When writing this story, I did not think it would be of interest to very many readers. I have posted other stories that I thought would be of interest to a lot of readers and have received no responses and very few viewers.

A couple of you have suggested a sequel to this story. I have written sequels to a couple other stories that I have posted and have been disappointed in not receiving responses or viewers. At this point I do not know what to do.

Thank you for letting me know that you read and enjoyed the story.

Kevin

 

[threww]

Re: Having Sex With My Older Brother's Best Friend

Kevin, hot story. When I lived in Calgary my bf and I used to go camping and the sex was always better outdoors. But don't write a sequel - letting just imagine them pitching tents together for the rest of their lifes.

 

[Spencer's House]

Re: Having Sex With My Older Brother's Best Friend

What an awsome story, I love sex outdoors but making love is even better, thanks for the great read.

 

[vertigo]

Re: Son To My Neighbor And My Neighbor's Son

Bravo! absolutey amazing... had me in tears...

Love from South Africa

 

[Cukap]

Re: Having Sex To Kill Time

Hi, Kevin. Thanks for another nice story!

I prefer heart-warming stories such as "Son to My Neighbour..." or "Roommate from India" you wrote, but I enjoyed macho type story like this one, as well.

 

[bigelkjim]

Re: Having Sex To Kill Time

Hi All

Well Kevin u have done it again and it was great as always !!! I give u a 7 cock salute

Just because it was Hot I too in the past while waiting in waiting rooms had ideas but never acted on them !!!!!!

BTW the Garage I go to also only has Coffee and Sodas I have tasted the Coffee and always bring my Venti Cafe Latte

 

[unoponcho]

Secret Get Away And Get It Off Place

Secret Get Away And Get It Off Place

By Kevin

A few years after I graduated from high school, I returned to my hometown to visit my parents for several days. Like myself, most of my high school friends had moved away. After visiting with my parents a couple days, I told them that I was going to be gone for a night that I wanted to revisit a favorite camping site of mine.

When I was in high school there was a huge city park not far from my house. I think that I explored every square foot of the park. I had found a place that was under a cliff near a small stream. There were no trails to it and I had never seen anyone even near the area. I used to go to this spot when I wanted to be alone, especially if something was bothering me or if I had a problem that I need to work out in my mind. I had had a very difficult time trying to accept the fact that I was gay and I often visited this site. I never told anyone about this secret get away place of mine. Not even my parents.

I peeled a potato, a carrot, and an a half of an onion and put them in a plastic zip lock bag along with some stew meat and seasoning. I put the food and some coffee and crackers in my backpack along with a camping cooking pot and a coffee pot. I filled up my canteen with water, tied my sleeping bag onto my backpack, threw in some matches and was ready to go.

It was in the middle of the afternoon when I left. Mom and Dad were surprised when I took off walking and did not take my car.

Within in half an hour, I reached my destination and my secret get away appeared to be the same as it was the last time I was there. It was in the summer and it was hot. Like I had done many times before, I took off all my clothes. I gather some firewood for a campfire, rolled out my sleeping bag under the cliff, and went wading in the creek.

For some reason this place caused me to forget my problems and relieved me of any built up tensions that I had. It was here that I had come to terms and accepted the fact that I was gay. It was a year or so after I graduated from high school that I had my first gay sexual experience. Now, a few years later, I had no real problems with it but I had not told my parents and did not feel that there was any reason to do so at this time.

After wading in the creek for a while, I noticed that it was beginning to cloud up some. I got out of the water and started a campfire far enough under the cliff that it would be protected if it started to rain.

I returned to the creek and laid down on my back in the water and let the rushing water go over and around my body while I playfully stroked my cock to a full erection. I played with my self until I almost climax but stopped wanting to postpone my climax until just before I went to sleep. I got out of the water and put the stew on the fire to cook and put the water in my coffee pot to make coffee. It began to sprinkle a little bit.

I was standing near the campfire stroking my erected penis and looked up and saw this hunk of a man running towards the cliff and me. There was no doubt that he saw me jacking off. He walked up to me grinning and said, “I’m very sorry to intrude on you like this. I see that we both came here for the same reason. Do you mind if I join you?” He shook my hand and told me his name was Sammy. I don’t know why but I made up the name and told him that my name was Bobby. I could not tell him that I did not want his company and lied again and told him that he was welcomed to join me.

He removed his backpack and started taking off his clothes. My dick had gotten soft but seeing Sammy nude with a beautiful erection caused me to get hard again. He walked up to me and stroked my cock several times while at the same time with his other hand he was stroking his own enlarged beauty.

He looked at me and asked what I was cooking? I told him stew and he smiled and told me that that was what he had brought to cook. He kept on stroking my cock and smiled and said, “If you will let me, stew is not the only thing I will be eating tonight.” After that statement, I put my arms around his neck and hugged him. “Sammy, I’m glad to have you join me. Why don’t you put your food on the fire?”

The rain began to pour straight down and was cooling things down. Sammy started cooking his supper and I put coffee in the coffee pot. Sammy was very cheerful and full of energy. He ran out in the rain dancing and clowning around. He came out of the rain and grabbed me by my arm and pulled me out in the rain with him. He put his arm around my shoulder and started to sing and we were slow dancing with each other. It felt so good for our wet bodies being so close together. When we stopped dancing, we were holding each other and began kissing while the rain was hitting fairly hard on our bodies. Our hands were all over each other and at one time each of us had both hands full of each other’s butts. It was much more exciting than taking a shower with someone.

By the time we got out of the rain and let the air dry us off, our supper was ready. As we were eating, each of us offers the other one a taste of our stew. As it turned out, they both tasted the same. Cleaning up after we finished eating was no problem. We set the eating utensils out in the rain to be washed.

We pulled our bedrolls next to each other and fairly close to the campfire. I set down and Sammy set down between my legs. I put my arms around his chest and held him close to me. We talked as we watched the campfire and the rain coming down. It looked like it might rain all night. I learned that Sammy was a year younger than I. We had been in high school together but there were so many students in our high school that it was not surprising that we did not ever meet.

Sammy told me that he discovered this spot during his senior year and he considered it his secret get away. It served the same purpose for Sammy as it had done for me. He had also come to terms with his homosexuality here the same as I did.

Sammy and I had two other things in common. He also worked in the same city that I worked in and was home visiting and he had not told his parents that he was gay. Several times during our conversation, Sammy would turn his head and kiss me on my lips. He was very strange. He could be very serious and affectionate at one moment and the next moment clown and joke around. Both of us seemed to enjoy being together and to share the mood that the cliff, fire and rain was causing. It had been dark for sometime and neither one of us wore our watches. We really did not care whether it was real late or early.

Sammy moved and turned around on his knees facing me. I did not know what he had in mind but his soft dick was within reach of my mouth and I took full advantage and in a few moments had his full erection in my mouth and throat. Sammy was cutting up and making loud sounds like a wolf. He would not shut up until I pinched his ass at the same time I was deep throating him. He stopped making noises and grabbed the back of my head and started fucking my face and quietly grunting and moaning. I was holding his flexing buttocks and he told me to stick my finger up his asshole. He said that his asshole was itching to be fucked. As soon as I got my finger inside him he started tightening and loosing his asshole around my finger and each time he did this his cock would jerk in my mouth.

For several minutes he did this before he stopped me and had me lie down on my back. He reached for his pants and got a condom out of his billfold. He then started giving me head. I was so horny and my cock was so hard that I knew that it would not take much to cause me to shoot off. Sammy seemed to realize this also and paced his bobbing up and down on my cock at a slow speed. His goal was to get my cock as hard as he could before I fucked him. Just before he stopped sucking on my cock, he made sure that it was wet from his saliva. He quickly slipped a condom on me and sucked it a couple more times leaving saliva on the condom.

He laid down on his back and held his legs up while he spit and put it on and in his asshole. Within a couple of moments he told me that he was ready to be fucked. He took a hold of his legs and pulled his ass up and I had hardly any trouble penetrating his hole and burring my cock to the hilt. “Bobby you have filled up my hole. Fuck me slowly for a while. I like to be fucked. Don’t be in a rush to cum?” I started fucking him slow as he instructed me to do.

I had never fucked anyone who had so much control over his asshole muscles as he had. When he clamped down on my cock, I could hardly move it and when he loosens up, I almost fell in. In a very slow deliberate rhythm I fucked Sammy for some length of time and when I began to feel like I was getting ready to cum, I told Sammy. He told me to not cum in his ass but he wanted me to cum in his mouth.

I pulled out of him, took off my condom and was going to straddle him and put my ridged cock in his mouth but he moved onto his side so we could suck each other off. We had hardly gotten into this position and he rolled over on top of me and began rapidly and forcefully fuck my face while he continued to eagerly give me head. He had me in such a position that I could hardly breath. For a few minutes, he fucked my face in this manner. It was getting to the point that I was desperate for air. I was moaning and twisting my body trying to tell him to stop. He paid no attention to me and was concentrating on sucking me off. I slapped him on the rear a couple of times and he moaned. Out of desperation, I pinched his ass as hard as I could. He shoved his cock as far as it would go into my throat and we rolled over on our sides while he was shooting off. After he had finished shooting off, I let go of his cock and told him that he almost suffocated me. He apologized and said that he was sorry and just got carried away.

He told me that it was my turn to pay him back. He grabbed my hips and rolled me over on top of him and told me to fuck his face. I was not vindictive but I only had to fuck his face a few moments before I shot off.
We rolled back on our sides and Sammy continued to suck on my cock. I in turned began again to suck on Sammy’s semi-erection. We sucked on each other dicks until they were flaccid.

We got up and I threw a couple more small logs on the fire. Sammy put on some water for coffee. The rain was still coming down and it was pitch dark. From the sound I could tell that the creek had risen some but I could not see to what extent. I was not particularly concerned because we were much higher and I did not think we were in any danger so I never mentioned it to Sammy.

I was standing in front of the fire and my mind was a million miles away. I felt Sammy walk up behind me and reached his arms around my chest and clasped his hands together. I could feel his soft penis push hard on the crack of my ass and he began kissing the nap of my neck and gently biting my ear lobes. I patted his hands that were on my chest and thinking that it was so great to be at my hide away place and a place that I came to get my rocks off. I was more than willing to share this place and time with Sammy.

Sammy poured each of us a cup of coffee and we set down next to each other on our bedrolls and drank coffee and talked and talked about everything under the sun.

Sammy looked at me with a serious and concerned face and asked, “Would you like to tell me what kind of problem that brought you here tonight to solve?”

“How did you know I had a problem?”

“Bobby, why else would you be here? This is the place we bring our problems is it not?”

“Well it used to be. I have not been here in several years.”

“Maybe so, but I would bet that that is the reason you are here. Right?”

“Okay! I did have a problem when I came here this afternoon. Two months ago my lover suddenly left me for another guy. I thought that I loved him. Like a fool, I have been waiting for him to come back to me. This afternoon I laid down on my back in the creek and the water was rushing over my body and I was stroking on my pride and joy. While I was lying there, I decided that my ex was not worth it and there were plenty other guys around that may love me and I could have sex with. It was as if the water just washed my problem away and then you showed up and we have had sex together. My ex is completely out of the picture and if he should ever want to get together with me again, I will just grin and tell him to Fuck Off!”

“Wow! This place must have powers like I always thought it had.”

“It your turn. Why did you come here tonight”?

“Well, I came here looking for a naked man that would dance with me in the rain. No, my problem is based on guilt. I have been dating this guy and have laid it on pretty thick. All I wanted was to have sex with him one time. After we had sex, he thinks that he has fallen in love with me. I do not feel the same about him. I have decided tonight that I am going to have a serious talk with him and as gently as possible to tell him what an asshole I am and be as tactfully as possible and tell him how I feel and that we do not have a future together. He is several years older than I, and he has been around a lot. I do not think that he will be very upset”.

“I find it very strange that both of us have found and use this place for the same reasons. I am very glad that we ran in to each other today.”

“Bobby, I just remember, I have a large bar of Hershey’s chocolate in my backpack. I will half it with you if later on you give me some more of you cream?”

I had finished drinking the last of the coffee that was in my cup and had eaten the last bite of chocolate, and I leaned back on my arms and hands. Sammy pounces on me like a cat catching a mouse. He had my limp cock in his mouth and swirling his tongue around it. He lifted his head up and was smiling, “You certainly are a messy eater! You dropped chocolate on your dick that I just had to get off. Looky there! You have some on your nuts!” After he sucked my nuts a few minutes. “Damn man! How did you get chocolate down there?” He spread my legs apart and started licking between my asshole and my sac. He may have been clowning around but my cock did not think it was a laughing matter and was standing at attention.

Sammy kept on clowning around. He pushed me down so I was lying on my back. “I have never seen anyone as messy as you are! You have chocolate on your mouth! Let me get that off of you and there is some in your ear lobe and look here there is some on both of your tits! Well now that beats it all! Your cock is covered with it again! No more chocolate for you!”

By the time he got thru licking and kissing me, I was as hot as a firecracker and was ready to rape his mouth unless he willingly gave me a blowjob. I had nothing to worry about. I think he wanted to suck my cock as much as I wanted him to.

The rain kept gently falling. The cool wet breeze was hitting our bodies. The sound of the water rushing down the creek and the flames of the fire had gone out leaving the bright red embers providing just enough light. It was a perfect setting for a nice hunk of a man to give me a blowjob in my get away place. I had the best climax that I had had in a long time.

I did my best to satisfy Sammy as he did for me. From what he said, I accomplished my mission.

We lay down beside each other and I don’t know who went to sleep the fastest.

Sometime during the night, it stopped raining. When we woke up the next morning the sun was out and it was a beautiful day. There was a slight problem. The creek had risen and the edge of the water was only a few feet from our bedrolls. The water had washed away our cooking utensils and the campfire. We did not know how much more the creek was going to rise before it peaked out. Hurriedly we scrambled around and rolled up our bedrolls packed our backpacks, got dressed and left. We barely had enough room to walk around the edge of the cliff to keep from wading in the creek.

When we reached the parking lot in the park, Sammy unlocked his car and got a pencil and piece of paper. He wrote his name and phone number down and handed me the pencil and paper and I wrote my name and phone number for him. We agreed that when we got back to work that we would call each other. He handed me the piece of paper and said, “By the way, my name is not Sammy. My real name is Frank”. I broke out laughing. “Bobby, what is so damn funny?” “My name is not Bobby! My real name is Jerry!” After we got over laughing, Frank offered me a ride home. I told him that I only live a short distance and I would walk. I thank him anyway. I started to walk off and Frank grabbed my arm and turned me around. “Now just how in the hell did I miss that? You have some chocolate on both of your cheeks!” He looked around and no one was in sight. He kissed me on both of my cheeks, jumped into his car and drove off.

When I got back to work, I made numerous calls both day and night to Frank and never caught him at home.

Several months later I went home for a visit with my parents. One afternoon I slipped away and checked out my get away place. On the wall of the cliff was scratched “(Bobby) Jerry and (Sammy) Frank’s Get Away.”


I HOPE YOU LIKED MY STORY. I WOULD LIKE TO KNOW WHAT YOU THINK.

Kevin