Come And Get It (1936)

[sanka9]

I hung up the phone and turned towards the door. Already my pants were getting tight around the crotch. Today was going to be the day.

He knocked on the door of my office. Ever polite. I told him to come in. He opened the door and sauntered in.

He looked like a god. His skin brown and exotic, the pin stripes on his suit about to burst from all the muscles that they encased, and the small amount of fabric in the crotch area of his pants stood out ever so slightly, telling me he was just as excited to see me, as I was to see him. Today was the day. Definitely.

"Whaddaya want?" I asked.

"You know good and well what I want, Georgey-Boy," he said, taking off his coat and hat and hanging them on the coat rack by the door.

"I wouldn't have asked if I already knew, now would I, Jorge?"


"I suppose not." He pushed himself into a seat and crossed his legs in front of him. His masculinity radiated off him and if I had it my way, I would have jumped right over that desk and had my way with him. The light shining through the blinds cast a series of bars across his face.

"I want you, George. Right here. Right now."

"Goddamn it, Jorge! This is an office. That's not proper conduct," I explained teasing him.
"Fine," he said standing up and calling my bluff. He held out his hand to shake mine and bid me farewell. He knew me too well.

I took his hand, shook it twice, harder the first than the last and pulled away, sitting back down. The look on his face was classic. He turned, offended, and snatched his coat and hat off the rack and turned once more to face me. I'd already thrown everything off my desk and toppled over my chair.

"If you leave this office, I don't know what I'll do with myself, Jorge. Come on back over here and make me the happiest man on earth." He threw his jacket and hat on the floor and started towards me. I held up a hand. "Before you do, close the door blind, willya." He grinned and clicked the blind over my office door closed. I turned and close the window blinds. I turned back around to the sight of him stripping out of his suit as quickly as he could. I undressed as well, staring at him the entire time. First to go was his suit jacket, then his vest, then his tie, then his dress shirt. I caught a glance of caramel skin, flawless in its entirety, chocolate brown nipples jutting out from his chest. His stomach was all muscle and I could just make out a happy trial of hair running itself up into the midst of that muscle. I stripped off my clothes all the faster.

He undid his belt, tossed it to the floor, unbuttoned his pants, and slid them to his ankles. He kicked off his shoes, stepped out of pants, and showed me heaven. Flawless skin all the way to his socks, muscles in his thighs, and calves that looked like he could pump away at me for days. And taunting me were the tighty whiteys, giving me a clear view of his man hood through the cotton fabric. And what man hood it was. I didn't even try to guess. And I'm a detective for Pete's sake!

When I was out of my clothes (not wearing any underwear), I walked around my desk, took his hand and led him back to the desk. I took him by his ass and laid him on the desk. He placed his feet on the desk and lifted so that I could pull off his underwear. I yanked them off so quickly, I thought his head would spin. I tossed them to the side and looked back at his dick.

Caramel. Just like the rest of him. I looked to the skies to thank God for sending me this man. It stood straight up, like it was ready to conduct lightning. It was about nine up, four across. Going on instinct, I put my mouth on it and swallowed the entire thing whole.

It's a gift.

"I can't believe how good this is," he moans. Better, believe it, I think to myself. I start to pump up and down and before long, he's shouting my name.

"Georgy! Georgy! I love t, baby, Yeah!"

I place two fingers on his ass and start to pump them in and out of him in time with the sucking. He loves it and goes crazy like his favorite baseball player just scored a homer. Then the he starts with the yelling that he's gonna cum. Let him cum. We'll be at it again and he'll be hard as a pole once we get it started again. He cums. No big deal. Only, it's on y oak desk. I love that desk. Almost as I love sex.

"Lick it up," I say simply.

"But-" he says. I give him a look, just to let him know that I'm not fucking around. And he does it. He
turns around and licks it all up in one fail swoop But he messed up and exposed his ass to me. I can't not see a beautiful ass like his and let it go un fucked. I take hold of his side and throw all of myself into him, not thinking about whether or not he can handle it.

He grunts and looks back at me. I don't pay attention. I just keep on fucking. And fucking. Soon I'm in a frenzy. It's how I get sometimes.

"If you don't come soon, Georgy, you're gonna tear my ass hole," moans and sweaty Jorge. I ignore him again and keep on fucking. I'm not a quick cummer. After twenty more minutes of hardcore screwing, I cum in his ass. I don't think he liked it, but I don't care. I pull my dick out and turn him around. I throw him on the floor and sit on his chest offering my hard cock to his mouth.

"But- but- you just came. How can you be hard again?" he asks.

Poor guy.

It goes on like this for close to an hour. I cum and then get hard again whether I'm fucking him hard or soft, slow or quick, whether I'm fucking his face or he's sucking my dick. I'm a good cummer, just not fast and hell... I was born for sex.

Poor guy's exhausted. I tell him that he can go if he wants, but he can't even get off the floor. So, I give him a present. Hell, I fucked the hell out of him for an hour. The least I could do was give him a present. I lean over and whisper in his ear. His eyes brighten and he crawls around behind me.

"Loosen me up there first, kiddo. I haven't been fucked in a long while."

I guess he hears me because I feel his tongue in my ass and then two fingers. He's going quick and rushing it and I don't like to be rushed. But I let him go ahead.

After only a couple minutes of fingering, he straightens up and slowly puts it all in me until I can feel his pubes. It feels so good!

"Kiddo, you've got some dick there."

"Thanks, guy," he says. Those are the last words I hear from him. Off he goes, fucking away at my ass. I'd forgotten how good it feels to be fucked and I make a decision to get fucked more often.

He says he' gonna cum (kids got a habit of stating the obvious) and I tell him to go on and cum in my ass. He does and pulls himself out. He's suddenly got his strengths back (what a surprise) and he starts to pull on his clothes. I wanna see what he tastes like, so I reach back, pull some of the wet cum out of my ass cheek, and taste it. Sweet. Just like I like it.

When he's all dressed, he lies down on the floor, kisses me nice and passionate-like, and tells me to call him anytime. I tell him I will and he picks up his hat, coat, and leaves.

I grab some tissues off the floor and wipe my ass. Then I pick up the phone and take a seat in my chair when I stand it up. I put my feet up, my cock hard again, and I dial up Ryan.

"Hey, guy. Wanna come over to the office and talk?"

"Sure," he says happily. "I'll be right over."

"Great." I hang up.

CLICK.

I light a cig and start to jack off. I wonder how I ever get any work done around here.

 

[frenguy23]

that was so hot.
great story

 

[harry113]

Wow!! Randy guy!!!
Thanks Sanka, Hot story
Please keep writing.
Harry

 

[sanka9]

A room with a view

CHAPTER 1

From the privacy of my bedroom window I watched him work. It was not the first time I’d seen him working in our yard. He was cute, attired in baggy jean shorts and cut-off t-shirt. His father had tended to our landscaping for as long as I can remember, but it wasn’t until this year that his son began to accompany him.

I watched the handsome guy as he filled the clay pots, surrounding the patio with scarlet geraniums. He moved like music, as if he was in perfect tune with everything around him. My surveillance became impassioned, igniting within me a flame that seemed to melt my love—struck heart. The stiffness forming between my legs beckoned my immediate attention.

Recklessly, I tore at my clothes until I stood naked, I felt warm inside, burning with the hope that he would look up and see me standing at my window, stroking my throbbing cock. He was far too involved with the task at hand to notice me. I watched him until he had finished with his work and ambled from sight.
There was something different about this young man, something that set my manhood on fire. My nuts tightened as I imagined seeing him naked. The mere thought of his slender, bronze body and jet black hair filled me with a sense of overwhelming desire. No one had ever appealed so thoroughly to the lustful preference of my skittish young desires. My valiant lust peaked and my cock erupted with a generous load of hot, sticky jism. With every spurt of my hurling load, my longing to solicit the company of the gardener’s beautiful son intensified.

A week went by before I saw him again. It had been a week of agonizing erotic fantasy. By week’s end, I had lost all track of how many times I had jacked off in an attempt to appease my insatiable sexual appetite. Jacking off, while gratifying as always, did little to curtail my urgent needs. I had never wanted anyone so bad in my life. My body ached to be near him. My ears ached to hear the sound of his voice. My mouth thirsted to taste his male flesh. From my window, I again watched him tend to the scarlet geraniums.
When he stopped to rest in the shade, I saw my opportunity. As I approached, he appeared to be deep in thought. He didn’t even seem to notice me. He looked so at peace, I almost felt guilty for intruding upon his tranquil solitude.

"Excuse me," I called softly. His head turned and he looked up at me through his dark sunglasses. The corners of his mouth curled into a pleasant smile. My cock did a flip flop in my shorts. Wicked thoughts of unbridled passion surged through my brain like sparks from a short circuit.

"Are you talking to me?" He asked.

I would have thought that much would have been obvious. He was the only other person there.

"Yes," I said. "I’m sorry to bother you, but would you happen to know what time it is?" It was such a corny line. I was surprised he even bothered to answer.

"Sorry, I don’t wear a watch," he chuckled. I looked at him more closely and was dumb struck. "Is something wrong?" He asked.

"No. Not at all," I stammered, trying to recover from the embarrassment of having made a monumental blunder...

"You didn’t realize that I’m blind, did you?"

"I’m sorry, but no. No, I didn’t. I feel like such a fool."

"Don’t be sorry. I’m glad you couldn’t tell. I hate it when people can tell. You’d be surprised how weird some people act when they find out."

I sat down on the ground near him. His sleek legs were smooth and well muscled. It was all I could do to keep my hands off him.

"My name is Chin," he said, extending his hand to me.

Grateful for an opportunity to touch him, I eagerly shook his hand. "Glad to meet you, Chin. I’m Pete."

"Pete, I’ll bet I know what you’re thinking."

I was quite sure he had no idea what was going through my mind. My thoughts would have curled his beautiful, straight hair.

"You can ask if you want," he assured me. "I really don’t mind talking about it."

I realized before making a complete fool of myself that he was, of course, referring to his blindness.

"Have you always been blind?" I asked. The question seemed so cold. I felt bad for even asking.

"No," said Chin, unaffected by my curiosity. "Only for two years."

"What happened? If you don’t mind my asking?"

Chin took off his sunglasses and wiped the sweat from his face. For the first time I saw his eyes. They were gorgeous eyes; dark, passionate and distinctly Asian.

"A baseball," he said. "Can you believe it? I got smacked in the head with a baseball."

"Isn’t there anything that can be done? I mean, surely the right doctor could do something."

"At first the doctors said my blindness was only temporary. But now they’re leaning more toward permanent. I’ve seen specialists. They all scan, prod and x-ray, and come back with the same answer.

"I’ve sure got to hand it to you. You do remarkably well. I had no idea. How do you do it? Work with the flowers, I mean."

"I see with my fingers," he said. "It’s like I touch something , and I can see in my mind what it looks like. Sounds weird, huh?"

"I think it sounds pretty amazing."

to be continued

 

[sanka9]

A room with a view

CHAPTER 2

Chin’s father had gone to another job across town, leaving him along to work in the familiar surroundings of our lawn. By mid—afternoon, clouds began to roll in, and the sound of thunder rumbled in the distance. Occasionally Chin would lift his face toward the angry sky and listen, but would go right back to his work.
The rain came suddenly, taking him by surprise. He was soaked to the skin, from head to toe, before he made it half way across the lawn. I saw him hurry into the tool shed to escape the storm. I was sure he was fine, but felt compelled to make sure.
Putting a few things I thought he might need in a bag, I grabbed an umbrella from my closet and ran to join him.
Chin jumped with a start as I bolted through the door. I felt bad about startling him, but was glad I’d come. He sat shivering. His black hair laid flat against his head. Water streamed down his face dripping off his nose chin and ears. I’d never seen anyone look so forlorn.
"It’s just me," I announced. He breathed a sigh of relief. "I saw you got caught in the rain. I thought you might need some dry things."
"Thanks. I was really hoping to finish re-potting the geraniums before the rain.
"Oh well, there’s always tomorrow," I said lying a towel in his arms.
"I really appreciate this," said Chin, as he set out to dry himself.
The rain continued to pour down. "I brought you some dry cloths, if you’d like to change."
"You shouldn’t have gone to so much trouble," he said.
"Not at all. I’m sure they’ll fit." And I handed the clothes to him.
I sat back and watched as he pulled off his drenched t- shirt. My cock tingled with excitement when I caught a glimpse of the small tufts of black, hair under his arms. Out of habit, rather than necessity, I tried not to stare. But when he stood up and unfastened the front of his jean shorts, I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. Holding my breath, I watched as he peeled the wet denim down over his hairless thighs.
"How old are you?" I asked. I was thinking and the words just kind of slipped out.
"Nineteen," he replied. I couldn’t believe he was a year older than me.
"You’re kidding?"
"No. I really am nineteen.
"I thought you were fifteen, maybe sixteen."
Chin gave me a courteous, but obvious expression of discontent. I quickly apologized for my error in judgment.
"Most people think I’m younger than I am," admitted Chin. "Don’t feel bad."
I couldn’t feel anything but pure joy when I saw how his wet underwear clung to his manhood. It didn’t matter that his cock appeared to be as petite as the rest of his magnificent body. I wanted to see all of him, and grew anxious for him to reveal the secrets of his flesh.
Chin seemed a bit nervous.
"Are we alone?" He asked. "I mean, there’s no one else who’s going to come rushing in?"
"No one else," I assured him.
Chin still appeared to be a bit shy, but hesitated no longer. With one rapid swoop, he pulled off his underwear and stood in front of me, stark naked. My eyes immediately dropped to satisfy my haunting curiosity. While his cock was indeed much smaller than mine, I found it to be the most beautiful, uncircumcised dick I’d ever seen.
Wet and cold, his balls had drawn up tight in their satiny pouch. But much to my surprise, his slender cock was actually half hard.
The scent of his damp flesh was pleasantly sweet. The small shed quickly filled with his aroma. The thunderstorm had served my purpose well. It was a gift from heaven.
I watched Chin dry his hairless torso. When he ran the towel over his exquisite ass, the head of my thick cock slithered down the inside of my thigh to peek out from beneath the leg of my shorts. I trembled with nervous anticipation as he focused his attention on his ticklish manhood.
"You know, this isn’t fair," he said. "I know you’re watching. I can feel your eyes on me." I felt my face warm with shameful humiliation.
"I wish I knew what you looked like," he said, putting the towel aside, feeling for the clothes I had lent him.
As he searched, I reached out and intercepted his hands.
"Can you really see with your fingers?" Almost breathlessly, Chin nodded as I placed his hands on my face.
"You’re quite attractive," said Chin, his fingers gently caressing every distinguishing curve of my face. He ran his hands down my neck and across my shoulders.
"Just hold that thought," I said, interrupting his exploration just long enough to remove my shirt.
"Your skin is very smooth," he said, dragging his fingers over the erect nipples of my well-defined pecs. My abdominal muscles tensed as his hands descended to my narrow waist.
"You have a great physique.
The sight of his now fully erect cock indicated to me that he was anxious to investigate further, but was apprehensive to do so without a proper invitation.
"Have you seen enough, or would you like to see more?"
Chin shrugged trying his best to appear indifferent. His stiff five-inch cock twitched with lustful eagerness as he listened to the sound of my clothes coming off. The stiffness swelling the slender shaft of his organ caused his tight foreskin to burst open and reveal the tip of his beautiful, underlying crown. I wanted to take the plump acorn in my mouth and fill the back of my throat with his throbbing urgency. But for now, I was content to stand in naked readiness—ready for Chin to visualize my rigid manhood with his amazingly perceptive fingers.
A sheepish grin came over his handsome, young face as his hands slid down my hips and reached around to gently squeeze the tightly muscled orbs of my down—covered ass. Slowly he squatted down and brought his hands around to the front of my hairy thighs. I felt short of breath as Chin’s quest took him up the inside of my thighs to cup my heavy sagging balls in the palms of his affectionate hands. I felt like one of the geraniums in the garden. I looked down into his beautiful eyes. It was difficult to believe they were sightless. From the expression on his boyish face, I got the impression he saw far better than most.
His soft fingers nearly buckled my knees as they caressed my rigid organ. I couldn’t take much more. I was so fucking horny, it was difficult to hold back my urgent need to cum. Something was going to give; either the dam holding back my passion, or my sanity.
Chin giggled playfully.
"You’ve got a nice big one. I’m truly impressed."

to be continued

 

[sanka9]

A room with a view

CHAPTER 3


Accomplishing what he had set out to do, Chin released my manhood and stood up. I was grateful for a break in the action, but I certainly had no intention of allowing our encounter to end like this. I quickly reached out and began fondling his rock hard cock. Chin gasped with delight. It made me feel good to realize my boldness was not only welcomed but, apparently, quite pleasing.
"It has been a long time," sighed Chin. "I had almost forgotten how good it feels to be touched."
Still holding firmly to his throbbing cock, I felt the head of his slender organ grow slick with oozing pre-cum. buried my face in his smooth, bronze chest and nibbled greedily on his small, erect nipples. My head spun drunkenly from the flavor of his intoxicating flesh. His strong, young heart pounded passionately against my warm, wet lips as I continued to tongue his lovable breasts. Chin’s arms came around my shoulders and pulled our bodies close. His embrace fueled the inferno already raging inside me.
My tongue fluttered down the center of his chest, leaving behind a trail of glistening saliva. Chin’s rain- washed body was amazing. I couldn’t get enough of him. My hungry mouth filled with the savory flavor of his delicious, silken flesh. The concave dip of his belly-button passed beneath my wet lips, and his body grew tense with anticipation.
"My father will be here soon," Chin sighed, gently stroking the back of my hair. "I’m not sure we should be doing this. What if someone catches us?"
He couldn’t be serious? My nose was buried deep in his thick pubic thatch. His beautiful, copper colored cock was hammering restlessly against my cheek. I couldn’t believe he had the willpower to even suggest we stop.
I didn’t possess such a remarkable discipline. I couldn’t stop. His father could have been standing in the door watching, and I still wouldn’t have been able to restrain my lust.
Maneuvering quickly to position my body between his gaping knees, I lifted up his hard cockmeat and plunged my mouth down over it. Needless to say, that ended all speculation on the outcome of our steamy encounter.
Chin thrust his slender ass forward slamming the swollen head of his briny cock against the back of my awaiting throat. The sticky sap leaking from his pisshole was like a narcotic. It drove me wild. I slid my juicy lips up and down his rigid fuck muscle until he was on the very brink of blowing his load.
"That feels great," he panted. "Please don’t stop."
Chin locked his fingers across the back of my head nearly smothering me with his crotch. Reaching around I began playing with his ass. He sucked in a deep breath when I spread open his butt cheeks and stuck a finger up his anal passage.
His delicious cock twitched restlessly between my passionate lips. I wanted to feel his hot, steamy wad gush down my throat, but decided against it. When I felt his organ jerk with climactic triumph, I pulled it out of my mouth and started jacking him off. He whimpered softly as his flood gates rolled back and his timid organ spurted strand after strand of thick, creamy cock juice across my neck and shoulders.
Chin felt along the shelf overhead until he found a roll of toweling. He glared at me mischievously. I still couldn’t believe he was blind. I’d never known a blind person before. I guess I thought they would be different, somehow. Except for the fact he turned me on like no one else ever had, Chin was like anyone else.
On the shelf, next to the toweling, inside the first aid kit, was a jar of petroleum jelly. My imagination ran amuck. I knew exactly what I wanted from Chin.
Chin squatted down, chewing my huge swollen nuts until I thought I would lose my mind. I teetered on wobbly knees as his fiery mouth nibbled up the length of my pulsating shaft. A surge of raw energy tingled up my spine as I felt his tongue curl around the head of my dick and pull it into his mouth. I knew I couldn’t hold out much longer.
Slowly I sank to my knees, pulling my cock from the fond caress of his slippery lips. His oral talents were phenomenal, but it was his exquisite, round ass my cock ached to probe.
I gently eased him forward, positioning him on his hands and knees.
"You’ve got such a hot little ass. I’m going crazy wondering what it would feel like to bury my cock deep inside you."
I was desperate, willing to do whatever it took to persuade him to let me have a crack at his tight butt. His face took on a expression of uncertainty. He didn’t say a word as I spread his ass open and basked in the delightful radiance of his rosebud.
I scooped a generous gob of the greasy lubricant from the jar and smeared it between the cheeks of his tense butt. I couldn’t resist sticking a finger up his ass just for the hell of it. Chin moaned vigorously in response to my penetrating caress.
"Do you object?" I asked.
"Not in the least," he replied. "Just promise you’ll take it easy. I’m really sensitive back there."
Reaching into the pocket of my shorts, I retrieved the condom I’d brought, just in case. I groaned ruttishly as I unrolled it down the length of my rock hard shaft. Chin’s frail ass quivered spastically as the head of my volatile cock affectionately stretched his snug asshole.
"Oh yeah," Chin cried out. "More! Stick you whole cock inside me. I want to feel the head of your big dick in my belly."
Like everything else about Chin, his fuckhole was small. It was so tight, I nearly came just trying to get inside of him. Gently, I worked my rigid fuck muscle beyond his resistant butthole. With each downward thrust, I managed to entomb another inch of thick, throbbing cockmeat. Rotating my hips, I pushed savagely into him, completely embedding my cock inside his tortured rectum. He wailed with blissful agony.
Chin reached back between his trembling thighs and began stroking his cock. Pre-cum dripped like warm honey from his pisshole as his throbbing anal passage tightened around my triumphant cock. The urgency of an intense climax began to shudder through my body.
"Oh shit, man, I’m gonna cum," I hissed through clenched teeth. I pulled my heaving dick out of his impetuous ass, tearing off the condom.
Chin immediately collapsed onto the floor and rolled onto his back. His amazing balls bounced brutally as he yanked frantically on his explosive organ. He pulled up his legs to expose his well fucked ass. Ever so slightly, purely for my amusement, he flexed the weak, gaping muscles of his pretty, pink shithole.
Two, or three jerks had me spewing the most devastating load of cum I’d ever produced. Wave after boiling wave of thick semen jetted from the head of my inflated cock to splatter across Chin’s squirming body.
Chin squeezed his cock and grunted passionately as he ejected another impressive wad of creamy nectar. Glistening pools of cum collected on his belly, and ran down his sides. His thick flap of foreskin closed around the head of his youthful cock as his lust withered. We knew then, this was the beginning of something wonderful.
For the nest year of so, when Chin came to tend the geraniums, I would help. Much to my surprise, I actually enjoyed gardening. But what I enjoyed even more was our sneaking off to the tool shed.
Everything was perfect until one afternoon when my Mother came home unexpectedly and caught us together. Of course, Chin’s father was immediately fired. After that, it was difficult for us to keep our relationship alive. The tension between me and my parents became so thick I could have cut it with a knife. For the good of all concerned, I wisely chose to move out of my parents’ house.
I thought about Chin a lot. I never realized it was possible to miss someone so much. I ached to feel him in my arms. I longed to once more feel his beautiful, uncut cock throbbing between my lips. I could have spent the rest of my life with Chin and been a happy man.
I would drive past his parents’ house. I couldn’t’ find the courage to stop. I was too ashamed. My parents had said a lot of horrible things to Chin and his father. I wanted to make amends. I just didn’t know how. I had never felt such hopelessness, such loneliness.
It had been nearly a year since I last saw Chin. I was laid up in the hospital following a car accident. As so often was the case, I was feeling quite blue, and alone. I welcomed the company of the nurse when she came into my room, carrying a pot of geraniums. Scarlet geraniums!
"A nice young, Asian gentleman just dropped these off at the desk," she said, handing me the accompanying card. "What a shame, someone so young and handsome, being blind."
My spirits soared as I read the card, ‘Remember what we learned while tending the geraniums?"
"Nurse, I need to talk to the man who delivered the flowers!"
"That shouldn’t be a problem," she chuckled. "He’s waiting in the hall."
Tears filled my eyes when I saw Chin come through the door. He had heard about my accident and decided to risk visiting me. Thank God, at last, one of us had found courage enough to make the first move toward reconciliation.
Chin reached out and I took his hand in mine. As I laid there admiring the beauty that was Chin and reveling in the fact that he was back in my life, I knew in my heart that it was exactly the way it was meant to be.

THE END

 

[hardreader]

A very nicely and erotically told story. Thanks.

 

[harry113]

Such a beautiful story!
Thanks Sanka.
Harry