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I was sitting on the sofa and looking down at Chris' head as it bobbed up and down on my cock. His eyes were closed and he looked very determined, determined to get a creamy mouthful of reward for services rendered. He was really a master cocksucker now. I don't remember the last time he gagged while taking my dick all the way to the back of his throat. The odd night that he stayed over, he'd wake me in the middle of the night by slipping deep beneath the covers and practicing his talent.
I looked down at him and let my mind drift. I thought of Geoff... he could really suck dick. Sometimes I missed his mouth. Sometimes I really even missed him. But I had a good thing with Chris, things I never had with Geoff... then again I had things with Geoff that I didn't have with Chris. Just fucking stop thinking, I told myself.
Up, down, up, down, hold, hum, flicker the tongue, up, release, went Chris on my dick. We hadn't exchanged words since I opened the door and let him in. He just kissed me, took off his shirt, led me to the sofa and began to go about his work. Something about him, he just seemed hornier tonight. What was he thinking?
I cummed hard inside his mouth. He never spilled a drop. His eyes opened as I started to flood his face. He looked up into my eyes and he almost seemed to smile without breaking the seal of his lips around my shaft. After he swallowed hard, he came up onto the sofa with me and we kissed passioinately. I enjoyed tasting myself in his mouth- it was erotic for so many reasons and not the least of them being the dominance I felt over him.
After a few more minutes he lay down beside me and just rested. I ran my fingers through his curly, dark hair. "Are you staying the night?" I asked.
"No. Deanna wanted me to go over to her place. She thinks there is a prowler in her neighborhood. I got to go make her feel safe," he explained softly.
I grimaced. Lately I had been feeling guilty about Deanna. I was doing to her what Geoff and company did to me. The only difference was that Geoff got caught in the act and I was still flying under Deanna's radar. How could I still hold so much negativity towards Geoff when I was clearly no better? "Maybe we should stop doing this," I began.
Chris shot up off the couch and turned to me with a red flush of anger, "Fuck you!"
He took me by surprise.
"We are not breaking up. I start taking cock up the ass for you and I suck you off almost everyday and you want to leave me? Fuck that! What more do you want?" he was so manly when he was mad. You'd almost forget how submissive he really was. "Look, Michael..." he paused a long minute, "I think I'm starting to fall in love with you."
We just stared at each other. Was he being serious right now? I wasn't sure how I felt about him. I was totally attracted to him. Sometimes we'd talk and joke, but I didn't feel like we even knew each other that well. What I did know about him, I liked. Maybe I could fall in love with him someday, but not yet.
When I didn't say anything, Chris continued, "It's Deanna, right? You feel bad about what we're doing? Or is it because I'm bi? I read online somewhere that gay guys give bi guys a hard time." He leaned in closer to me and I could feel his breath against my neck, "I love you both and I am going to make a decision. I'm going to leave her, I just don't know when or how."
I asked him, "Really? You want to leave your girlfriend for me?"
He nodded.
"You might regret it," I warned.
He smiled coolly, "No, I don't think so. I'll miss her, sure. But it's different with you."
I hugged him the way I would hug a friend and then I got off the sofa and walked to the kitchen, "She's going to be devasted. Crushed. It won't be easy for you." I opened the fridge and poured myself some cola.
He got off the sofa nad came to meet me in the kitchen. He sat down at the island and rested his elbows, leaning forward, "It would be even harder if I lost you."
I poured him a drink too and placed it on the island, between his elbows. He was still shirtless, glistening with sweat, and sporting chest hair stubble. Just looking at him like that made me want to bend him over the counter and fuck his brains out.
"Can you give me two weeks?" he begged.
I didn't even think about it, I just answered, "Yes. Of course."
He smiled, took a drink, and got up. He came around the island and hugged me. The smell of him was intoxicating. Maybe his raw sex appeal made the decision for me. But he was right, I wasn't ready to let him go either. But with Deanna out of the way, we could make a serious go of it. More time together, maybe out in public. We could do things together and stop being so secretive. The idea was seductive. I'd like to take Chris from just being my occasional lover to being my boyfriend. I needed a companion. It was lonely living my life.
He looked at his watch, "Shit. Michael, I'm sorry, I got to go."
Have to go, I thought to myself bitterly. "Of course," I shrugged. "Did you want to shower first?"
"Yeah," he answered quickly, "Thanks." He sidestepped me and dissappeared into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. The handled clicked and I knew he locked it.
I meant together, I thought. "Fuck," I groaned.
My cellphone hummed inside my jacket pocket on the back of a stool. I reached for it and checked the name
Geoff
I looked over my shoulder at the closed door and then flipped the phone open, "Hello?"
His voice was deep, smooth, and creamy like butter rolling off his tongue. I forgot how sexy his voice was, "Michael. Hi. I just wanted to see how you are."
I went back to the living room and sat in my big, comfy, leather armchair. "I'm good, Geoff. How have you been?" I kept my voice low, as to avoid Chris overhearing me.
"I'm good. I miss you though," he sounded sincere, "I'm so sorry I hurt you."
I hesitated but answered, "I recovered."
"I know," he whispered. "How is your new boyfriend?"
"He's not exactly my boyfriend. We're taking it slow," I corrected him.
He laughed with that deep, sexy laugh of his, "You didn't look like you were taking it slow when I walked in a couple weeks ago."
I chuckled along with him, "No, I guess not."
Still, with humor and joy in his voice he said, "I still care about you. That never changed."
I felt warm inside. It was nice that he felt that way. "Thanks," I said, not knowing how to reply.
"You are still a sexy little man. I hope you never change," he said.
"I already have," I informed him.
He laughed again, "Not really. You looked like you still enjoy servicing a dick. When I walked in and saw you with all the cum on your face..." he stopped, "I'm sorry, I guess we shouldn't be talking like this."
My cock already started to get hard again. Hearing Geoff's voice was almost enough to do it alone, but when he talked about sex... I was turned on. "You should have seen the facial I gave him after you left. Just a glaze over his whole face. When he opened his mouth, it was webbed right over. I've changed."
Geoff began to breath a little heavier, "You always did have huge loads. That was one of my favorite things about you. That and your round ass," he half-laughed, but I could tell what he was doing with the hand not holding the reciever.
"Chris has a great ass," I said to him, "He has this tramp stamp..." my hand slid into my lap and I held onto my cock, "I love to cum on it."
"You top now?" Geoff asked.
"I always wanted to but you never let me," I reminded him, "Chris loves it though. And his ass is so tight. Everytime I fuck him, it feels like the very first time."
"Does he get loud?" Geoff asked, breathing even heavier.
Stroking myself, I answered, "Oh yeah. Sometimes he'll scream, shout, but he coaxes me on. He tells me to fuck his ass, fuck him harder. He talks as dirty as we fuck."
"He does have a sexy body," Geoff agreed, "It was hot seeing the two of you together. I wanted to walk up to you and lick the cum off your face, then feed it to him."
That was a sexy thought, "If things didn't end the way they did, I might have let you."
Geoff moaned into the phone, "Then you could have sucked me off," he suggested.
I was jerking faster now, thinking about the threeway that never was, "No Geoff. You could have sucked me. You and Chris, side by side. I'm the top in this house now. Don't get confused just because I reward my new guy. You serve me,"
"Yes sir," Geoff agreed.
My cock got harder, "Then Chris would rim you. Get you wet before I fucked your beefy jock ass."
"Yes sir," Geoff was panting hard now.
"After what you did to me, you'd be lucky to have us fuck you. We'd both use that ass."
"I was bad," Geoff groaned into the phone.
"Yes you were," I agreed, "But I do miss that body of yours. Your body moving across my bed, like a tank. Fuck, you're stacked."
"24 inch biceps," he reminded me, "Just a little smaller than Chris' waist, probably."
"I always thought it would have been hot to see a giant like you get fucked by a couple of toned, smaller guys like us," I confessed.
"I'd bottom for you guys," Geoff moaned.
"Chris would fuck you good and deep. Then I'd have at you," I said.
Geoff was just about ready to blow and so was I. "Please fuck me," he groaned into the mouthpiece, "Let me come over. Please let me come home."
Hearing him beg made me shoot another load into the air. My jizz landed on my stomach and chest. I heard him cum on his end. We both fell silent for a few seconds. "Don't call back," I barked at him. "You fucked up. You don't get my trust back so easily." I hung up the phone and wiped my cum up with both hands, eating it quickly before Chris came back out of the shower.
Just as I disposed of the last of the evidence, the door opened and Chris came out in a towel. "Okay," he said, "I got to grab my clothes and exit, man. Gotta be at Deanna's in half an hour."
"Want a drive?" I offered, "I'll drop you off around the corner or something."
"Thanks," he said, leaning in for a kiss. Then he went around collecting his clothes. "You're the greatest," he complimented.
I looked down at him and let my mind drift. I thought of Geoff... he could really suck dick. Sometimes I missed his mouth. Sometimes I really even missed him. But I had a good thing with Chris, things I never had with Geoff... then again I had things with Geoff that I didn't have with Chris. Just fucking stop thinking, I told myself.
Up, down, up, down, hold, hum, flicker the tongue, up, release, went Chris on my dick. We hadn't exchanged words since I opened the door and let him in. He just kissed me, took off his shirt, led me to the sofa and began to go about his work. Something about him, he just seemed hornier tonight. What was he thinking?
I cummed hard inside his mouth. He never spilled a drop. His eyes opened as I started to flood his face. He looked up into my eyes and he almost seemed to smile without breaking the seal of his lips around my shaft. After he swallowed hard, he came up onto the sofa with me and we kissed passioinately. I enjoyed tasting myself in his mouth- it was erotic for so many reasons and not the least of them being the dominance I felt over him.
After a few more minutes he lay down beside me and just rested. I ran my fingers through his curly, dark hair. "Are you staying the night?" I asked.
"No. Deanna wanted me to go over to her place. She thinks there is a prowler in her neighborhood. I got to go make her feel safe," he explained softly.
I grimaced. Lately I had been feeling guilty about Deanna. I was doing to her what Geoff and company did to me. The only difference was that Geoff got caught in the act and I was still flying under Deanna's radar. How could I still hold so much negativity towards Geoff when I was clearly no better? "Maybe we should stop doing this," I began.
Chris shot up off the couch and turned to me with a red flush of anger, "Fuck you!"
He took me by surprise.
"We are not breaking up. I start taking cock up the ass for you and I suck you off almost everyday and you want to leave me? Fuck that! What more do you want?" he was so manly when he was mad. You'd almost forget how submissive he really was. "Look, Michael..." he paused a long minute, "I think I'm starting to fall in love with you."
We just stared at each other. Was he being serious right now? I wasn't sure how I felt about him. I was totally attracted to him. Sometimes we'd talk and joke, but I didn't feel like we even knew each other that well. What I did know about him, I liked. Maybe I could fall in love with him someday, but not yet.
When I didn't say anything, Chris continued, "It's Deanna, right? You feel bad about what we're doing? Or is it because I'm bi? I read online somewhere that gay guys give bi guys a hard time." He leaned in closer to me and I could feel his breath against my neck, "I love you both and I am going to make a decision. I'm going to leave her, I just don't know when or how."
I asked him, "Really? You want to leave your girlfriend for me?"
He nodded.
"You might regret it," I warned.
He smiled coolly, "No, I don't think so. I'll miss her, sure. But it's different with you."
I hugged him the way I would hug a friend and then I got off the sofa and walked to the kitchen, "She's going to be devasted. Crushed. It won't be easy for you." I opened the fridge and poured myself some cola.
He got off the sofa nad came to meet me in the kitchen. He sat down at the island and rested his elbows, leaning forward, "It would be even harder if I lost you."
I poured him a drink too and placed it on the island, between his elbows. He was still shirtless, glistening with sweat, and sporting chest hair stubble. Just looking at him like that made me want to bend him over the counter and fuck his brains out.
"Can you give me two weeks?" he begged.
I didn't even think about it, I just answered, "Yes. Of course."
He smiled, took a drink, and got up. He came around the island and hugged me. The smell of him was intoxicating. Maybe his raw sex appeal made the decision for me. But he was right, I wasn't ready to let him go either. But with Deanna out of the way, we could make a serious go of it. More time together, maybe out in public. We could do things together and stop being so secretive. The idea was seductive. I'd like to take Chris from just being my occasional lover to being my boyfriend. I needed a companion. It was lonely living my life.
He looked at his watch, "Shit. Michael, I'm sorry, I got to go."
Have to go, I thought to myself bitterly. "Of course," I shrugged. "Did you want to shower first?"
"Yeah," he answered quickly, "Thanks." He sidestepped me and dissappeared into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. The handled clicked and I knew he locked it.
I meant together, I thought. "Fuck," I groaned.
My cellphone hummed inside my jacket pocket on the back of a stool. I reached for it and checked the name
Geoff
I looked over my shoulder at the closed door and then flipped the phone open, "Hello?"
His voice was deep, smooth, and creamy like butter rolling off his tongue. I forgot how sexy his voice was, "Michael. Hi. I just wanted to see how you are."
I went back to the living room and sat in my big, comfy, leather armchair. "I'm good, Geoff. How have you been?" I kept my voice low, as to avoid Chris overhearing me.
"I'm good. I miss you though," he sounded sincere, "I'm so sorry I hurt you."
I hesitated but answered, "I recovered."
"I know," he whispered. "How is your new boyfriend?"
"He's not exactly my boyfriend. We're taking it slow," I corrected him.
He laughed with that deep, sexy laugh of his, "You didn't look like you were taking it slow when I walked in a couple weeks ago."
I chuckled along with him, "No, I guess not."
Still, with humor and joy in his voice he said, "I still care about you. That never changed."
I felt warm inside. It was nice that he felt that way. "Thanks," I said, not knowing how to reply.
"You are still a sexy little man. I hope you never change," he said.
"I already have," I informed him.
He laughed again, "Not really. You looked like you still enjoy servicing a dick. When I walked in and saw you with all the cum on your face..." he stopped, "I'm sorry, I guess we shouldn't be talking like this."
My cock already started to get hard again. Hearing Geoff's voice was almost enough to do it alone, but when he talked about sex... I was turned on. "You should have seen the facial I gave him after you left. Just a glaze over his whole face. When he opened his mouth, it was webbed right over. I've changed."
Geoff began to breath a little heavier, "You always did have huge loads. That was one of my favorite things about you. That and your round ass," he half-laughed, but I could tell what he was doing with the hand not holding the reciever.
"Chris has a great ass," I said to him, "He has this tramp stamp..." my hand slid into my lap and I held onto my cock, "I love to cum on it."
"You top now?" Geoff asked.
"I always wanted to but you never let me," I reminded him, "Chris loves it though. And his ass is so tight. Everytime I fuck him, it feels like the very first time."
"Does he get loud?" Geoff asked, breathing even heavier.
Stroking myself, I answered, "Oh yeah. Sometimes he'll scream, shout, but he coaxes me on. He tells me to fuck his ass, fuck him harder. He talks as dirty as we fuck."
"He does have a sexy body," Geoff agreed, "It was hot seeing the two of you together. I wanted to walk up to you and lick the cum off your face, then feed it to him."
That was a sexy thought, "If things didn't end the way they did, I might have let you."
Geoff moaned into the phone, "Then you could have sucked me off," he suggested.
I was jerking faster now, thinking about the threeway that never was, "No Geoff. You could have sucked me. You and Chris, side by side. I'm the top in this house now. Don't get confused just because I reward my new guy. You serve me,"
"Yes sir," Geoff agreed.
My cock got harder, "Then Chris would rim you. Get you wet before I fucked your beefy jock ass."
"Yes sir," Geoff was panting hard now.
"After what you did to me, you'd be lucky to have us fuck you. We'd both use that ass."
"I was bad," Geoff groaned into the phone.
"Yes you were," I agreed, "But I do miss that body of yours. Your body moving across my bed, like a tank. Fuck, you're stacked."
"24 inch biceps," he reminded me, "Just a little smaller than Chris' waist, probably."
"I always thought it would have been hot to see a giant like you get fucked by a couple of toned, smaller guys like us," I confessed.
"I'd bottom for you guys," Geoff moaned.
"Chris would fuck you good and deep. Then I'd have at you," I said.
Geoff was just about ready to blow and so was I. "Please fuck me," he groaned into the mouthpiece, "Let me come over. Please let me come home."
Hearing him beg made me shoot another load into the air. My jizz landed on my stomach and chest. I heard him cum on his end. We both fell silent for a few seconds. "Don't call back," I barked at him. "You fucked up. You don't get my trust back so easily." I hung up the phone and wiped my cum up with both hands, eating it quickly before Chris came back out of the shower.
Just as I disposed of the last of the evidence, the door opened and Chris came out in a towel. "Okay," he said, "I got to grab my clothes and exit, man. Gotta be at Deanna's in half an hour."
"Want a drive?" I offered, "I'll drop you off around the corner or something."
"Thanks," he said, leaning in for a kiss. Then he went around collecting his clothes. "You're the greatest," he complimented.
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Whoa! HOT Stuff, FoF! 
Butt, things seem to be getting more "slippery". Lines being subtly crossed. Relationships evolving, and revolving.
Eagerly awaiting More!
Keep smilin'!!
Chaz
Butt, things seem to be getting more "slippery". Lines being subtly crossed. Relationships evolving, and revolving.
Eagerly awaiting More!
Keep smilin'!!
Chaz
This story just keeps getting better and better.
Bravo, FoF!
Bravo, FoF!
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Got to add my appreciation with all the others.... Nice twist with the Geoff and the phone sex. There obviously are still deep feelings between Michael and Geoff, but Chris adds that extra bit and Michael may be getting himself into some deep dodo.... But that makes it all the more exciting and erotic, FoF. Thanks!
Craiger
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72-Jay
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Another hot chapter 
Keep 'em cuming ..er.. coming
Keep 'em cuming ..er.. coming
This story is awesome. It's almost a play by play of the history of me and my current FWB. Although we met in the college Rec center, he was not only one of the biggest homophobes, but just a giant jerk in general. I dunno why, but we started hanging out and now years later...we're going at it in the sack all the time.
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Thanks for the ongoing support guys! Your encouragement keeps me going. That and my muse, the actual guy at the cornerstore around the corner. Haven't seen him in a few days. Maybe he found himself a Michael.
That's a very interesting coincidence Nqyrwithin! I hope he's less of a jerk now.
My husband and I are going away together for a few days next week, so I'll try to get an update out before that. We may end up going away for the entire week and I don't want to leave you guys hanging like I have with other stories. I'm so bad at finishing these things.
That's a very interesting coincidence Nqyrwithin! I hope he's less of a jerk now.
My husband and I are going away together for a few days next week, so I'll try to get an update out before that. We may end up going away for the entire week and I don't want to leave you guys hanging like I have with other stories. I'm so bad at finishing these things.
rocabar
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I was wondering if Chris was inspired by someone you'd come across in your travels. . . Little does he know that he's been immortalised in words!
Have fun on your getaway- and looking forward to the next update.
Have fun on your getaway- and looking forward to the next update.
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My FAVORITE gas station/quick mart is not just because it's in a very convenient location, butt also because of the Gorgeous Guys that work there! 
Another installment would be Greatly Appreciated, however, more important than that, ENJOY your trip!
Keep smilin'!!
Chaz
Another installment would be Greatly Appreciated, however, more important than that, ENJOY your trip!
Keep smilin'!!
Chaz
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Chris asked me if I would drive him to a game up North. His car was a beater, and currently in the shop,... again. So I didn't mind an excuse to spend a little more time with him. Plus, this would be my first time seeing him play. He told me that he was pretty good, I took his word on it. To be honest, I wasn't much of a hockey fan and wouldn't know if he was good or not by watching. But it was a road trip together.
He was at my house at 6:30AM; dufflebag over his shoulder, skates flung over his other shoulder, stick in hand. He looked like such a jock right now. "Hey Chris," I greeted, "We have to stop for coffee. I forgot that 6:30 even existed."
He grinned, "I'd love a coffee."
I loaded his things in the trunk of my car and we got in. I was surprised when he put an arm around me. Neither of us said anything about, and we stayed like that until we got to the Tim Horton's drive through. As soon as we were on the road again, his arm wrapped around my shoulders again.
"Thanks for driving me to my game. I'm really excited for you to see me play," Chris sipped his coffee quietly and watched me as I watched the road.
"I'm excited to see you play. You've never invited me to a game before," I said. I already knew why he hadn't; Deanna attends all of the local games. She normally goes with him for the away games too, but he told her that he was going to car pool with a bunch of guys and there wouldn't be room for her.
"I'm sorry about that. I want to make it up to you," he offered.
"How are you going to do that?" I asked.
His eyes sparkled with sin, "It's a surprise. You'll find out later." He turned on the radio and found a top 40 station. "You'll enjoy it, I promise."
I couldn't help but smile when I saw him shine with that mysterious mischievousness. I knew it had something to do with sex. He had already developed an appetite for gay sex that was pretty unparalelled by anyone I had ever known. I now see him everyday, even if only for a few minutes. We have sex in my car, in my home, in his store, in his car, even once in a restroom at a local pub. He wanted to try everything. He loved when I used handcuffs to restrain him and he loved being masked or blindfolded. Chris liked it when I was a little rough, and he liked it soft and gentle. We done different positions, and gone for various amounts of time. He really loved talking dirty to each other. Sometimes I'd get a call from him and he would just tell me about his cock, and we'd jerk off over the phone.
Phone sex. Everytime I thought about it, I'd get a pang of guilt over what I did with Geoff. What was I thinking? But I hadn't heard from him since it happened. As Chris and I grew closer, my feelings for Geoff were fading. But a part of me, buried deep, still missed the big guy. We did have good memories too.
"What are you thinking about?" asked Chris thoughtfully. "You've been quiet for a while now. Is everything alright?" His voice was so deep, especially for such a small framed guy, but his tone was soft. His blue eyes inspected me for a sign of something bad. Part of him was still scared I'd break things off with him because he couldn't break things off with Deanna.
I glanced at him and then set my eyes back to the road, "Just thinking about that veiny cock of yours. Thinking how much I'd like to suck you off right now."
He smiled, revealing those pearly white teeth. He cocked one eyebrow and looked around at the empty stretch of highway in all directions. "This big, veiny cock?" he asked while rubbing his crotch.
I glanced down to see his hand massaging circles over his swelling stick of meat. "That's the one, baby. I want to slide that thing down my throat. Been thinking about it all morning."
Chris unbuckled his seatbelt and unzipped his black hoodie, he wasn't wearing anything underneath it. Firmly, he moved one hand up his pale white skin, against the trace stubble of black bodyhair. "Funny. I've been thinking about sucking you off all morning too." With his free hand, he reached over and began massaging my cock too.
"I could send you to your hockeygame with a bellyfull of cum. Everyone thinks you're a tough jock, but really, you're just my bitch," I teased.
Chris' eyes challenged me, "I want to blow you right now." He delicately unzipped my jeans and snaked a few fingers inside the fly.
I was hard already. I always wanted to get head while driving... Two of my favorite things!
He ducked under the dashboard and before I knew it, I felt his hot breath on my dick and balls. He took a quick chug of coffee and then placed one of my smooth balls in his mouth. The warm sensation nearly made me high. It felt so good. After a few moments, he took another drink of his coffee and gave the other nut the same treatment.
I checked all the mirrors to make sure nobody was nearing us. The course was clear.
Chris now had engulfed my cock with his mouth. His cheeks caressing my shaft as his head shimmied up and then slid down in sweeping motions. He moaned and groaned with delight as he tasted me. He didn't jerk, but he held his cock in a tight grip.
I took one hand off the wheel and placed it on his head. It was all I could do to not drive off the side of the road. What Chris was doing to my cock was ectasy. My body shuddered each time his lips came down to meet the base of my dick. I could actually see the outline of my head at the side of his throat.
He released some spit from the otherwise airtight seal of his mouth. I could feel it trickling down my balls. He looked up at me for approval. Those blue eyes shimmering like sunset over a perfectly-still lake.
I smiled at him and then watched the road and checked my mirrors. I saw a transport truck coming over the hill, far behind us. "Chris, stop," I moaned, "There's a truck coming."
Chris pulled all the way back, making a pop sound when my cock was freed from his seal. He kept his face just above my crotch and grinned, "Truckers like to see this shit. Give him a show," he chuckled.
I saw a porn like that once, I thought to myself. "We'd better not. With our luck, we'd get arrested or run off the road by some right wing trucker vigilante."
Chris sat up, drool and precum at either side of his mouth. He zipped his pants and hoodie, "You're right. We're almost to where I want to give you your surprise anyway. The next stop, there's a couple of picnic tables in a clearing. Stop there."
Only a few minutes later, we were parked and I was instructed to walk up ahead. There was a trail that led to an abandoned campground. The horror nerd in me instantly thought of Friday the 13th, but I cast that out of my head and waited for Chris on the front steps of a derelict cabin. I was still hard, and my boxers were moist from all the spit from Chris' mouth.
A moment later, I heard Chris' deep voice from behind me, "Come inside Michael. I have your surprise."
I stood up, wondering how he got inside the cabin. Again my mind went to horror movies. I opened the door and stepped inside. Chris was standing next to a long forgotten cot, wearing a pair of black nylon shorts, his black Timberland boots, his shoulderpads, and a jockstrap.
"It's a little different from football gear. I know that's what you're really into. But I thought this was sexy." Chris put his hockeystick over his shoulders and flexed his arms.
I nodded in agreement, "This is pretty hot."
He ignored the compliment and looked around at the cabin, "My parents used to run a summercamp. I used to come here every summer."
I was half listening, but was fixated on Chris' costume. I stepped closer.
"They gave me the property. This old place is mine now," Chris continued to inform me.
"That's awesome. Are you going to reopen it?" I asked, reaching out to feel his cock through the jock strap.
He didn't answer me, he just swooped in for a kiss. His tongue slipped through my lips like warm butter. He dropped the stick on the ground and we began to wrestle each other. He was tearing my clothes off violently, and I gripped his gear by the chest component- tossing him to the cot.
It creaked under the weight of him. Probably feeling human body for the first time in ten years. Chris got on his hands and knees, waving his exposed little ass at me, "Come fuck me, fuck me hard."
I was too happy to oblige. I stood on the side of the cot and spit into my hand. We were just about to begin when we heard another voice.
"Real sorry to bother you boys," a gruff but gay sounding voice interrupted.
Chris and I both looked to the open door of the cabin. A man, twenty years older than us stood there, one hand on a bluge in his shorts. He was muscular, but portly. He had a blonde beard with hints of grey and wore a trucker hat. "I was just looking for a place to get some food. Ah..." his voice trailed off as he watched our twentysomthing bodies in freeze frame, "I don't want to barge in on you guys, but I'd be happy to watch."
Chris shot me a look of intrigue over his shoulder.
"Alright," I said, "Stay over there, and enjoy the show." I shover my cock inside Chris with one swift thrust.
He groaned.
The trucker grunted and slipped a hand inside his shorts.
We fucked like there was nobody else in the room. But I had to admit, it was sexy having somebody watch. And Chris and I both looked when the trucked grunted the finals times, spilling his jizz onto the floor. Then he nodded, turned and left.
Chris and I finished up. I cummed is his mouth and he lapped up every last bit. Then we got back to my car and drove.
He was at my house at 6:30AM; dufflebag over his shoulder, skates flung over his other shoulder, stick in hand. He looked like such a jock right now. "Hey Chris," I greeted, "We have to stop for coffee. I forgot that 6:30 even existed."
He grinned, "I'd love a coffee."
I loaded his things in the trunk of my car and we got in. I was surprised when he put an arm around me. Neither of us said anything about, and we stayed like that until we got to the Tim Horton's drive through. As soon as we were on the road again, his arm wrapped around my shoulders again.
"Thanks for driving me to my game. I'm really excited for you to see me play," Chris sipped his coffee quietly and watched me as I watched the road.
"I'm excited to see you play. You've never invited me to a game before," I said. I already knew why he hadn't; Deanna attends all of the local games. She normally goes with him for the away games too, but he told her that he was going to car pool with a bunch of guys and there wouldn't be room for her.
"I'm sorry about that. I want to make it up to you," he offered.
"How are you going to do that?" I asked.
His eyes sparkled with sin, "It's a surprise. You'll find out later." He turned on the radio and found a top 40 station. "You'll enjoy it, I promise."
I couldn't help but smile when I saw him shine with that mysterious mischievousness. I knew it had something to do with sex. He had already developed an appetite for gay sex that was pretty unparalelled by anyone I had ever known. I now see him everyday, even if only for a few minutes. We have sex in my car, in my home, in his store, in his car, even once in a restroom at a local pub. He wanted to try everything. He loved when I used handcuffs to restrain him and he loved being masked or blindfolded. Chris liked it when I was a little rough, and he liked it soft and gentle. We done different positions, and gone for various amounts of time. He really loved talking dirty to each other. Sometimes I'd get a call from him and he would just tell me about his cock, and we'd jerk off over the phone.
Phone sex. Everytime I thought about it, I'd get a pang of guilt over what I did with Geoff. What was I thinking? But I hadn't heard from him since it happened. As Chris and I grew closer, my feelings for Geoff were fading. But a part of me, buried deep, still missed the big guy. We did have good memories too.
"What are you thinking about?" asked Chris thoughtfully. "You've been quiet for a while now. Is everything alright?" His voice was so deep, especially for such a small framed guy, but his tone was soft. His blue eyes inspected me for a sign of something bad. Part of him was still scared I'd break things off with him because he couldn't break things off with Deanna.
I glanced at him and then set my eyes back to the road, "Just thinking about that veiny cock of yours. Thinking how much I'd like to suck you off right now."
He smiled, revealing those pearly white teeth. He cocked one eyebrow and looked around at the empty stretch of highway in all directions. "This big, veiny cock?" he asked while rubbing his crotch.
I glanced down to see his hand massaging circles over his swelling stick of meat. "That's the one, baby. I want to slide that thing down my throat. Been thinking about it all morning."
Chris unbuckled his seatbelt and unzipped his black hoodie, he wasn't wearing anything underneath it. Firmly, he moved one hand up his pale white skin, against the trace stubble of black bodyhair. "Funny. I've been thinking about sucking you off all morning too." With his free hand, he reached over and began massaging my cock too.
"I could send you to your hockeygame with a bellyfull of cum. Everyone thinks you're a tough jock, but really, you're just my bitch," I teased.
Chris' eyes challenged me, "I want to blow you right now." He delicately unzipped my jeans and snaked a few fingers inside the fly.
I was hard already. I always wanted to get head while driving... Two of my favorite things!
He ducked under the dashboard and before I knew it, I felt his hot breath on my dick and balls. He took a quick chug of coffee and then placed one of my smooth balls in his mouth. The warm sensation nearly made me high. It felt so good. After a few moments, he took another drink of his coffee and gave the other nut the same treatment.
I checked all the mirrors to make sure nobody was nearing us. The course was clear.
Chris now had engulfed my cock with his mouth. His cheeks caressing my shaft as his head shimmied up and then slid down in sweeping motions. He moaned and groaned with delight as he tasted me. He didn't jerk, but he held his cock in a tight grip.
I took one hand off the wheel and placed it on his head. It was all I could do to not drive off the side of the road. What Chris was doing to my cock was ectasy. My body shuddered each time his lips came down to meet the base of my dick. I could actually see the outline of my head at the side of his throat.
He released some spit from the otherwise airtight seal of his mouth. I could feel it trickling down my balls. He looked up at me for approval. Those blue eyes shimmering like sunset over a perfectly-still lake.
I smiled at him and then watched the road and checked my mirrors. I saw a transport truck coming over the hill, far behind us. "Chris, stop," I moaned, "There's a truck coming."
Chris pulled all the way back, making a pop sound when my cock was freed from his seal. He kept his face just above my crotch and grinned, "Truckers like to see this shit. Give him a show," he chuckled.
I saw a porn like that once, I thought to myself. "We'd better not. With our luck, we'd get arrested or run off the road by some right wing trucker vigilante."
Chris sat up, drool and precum at either side of his mouth. He zipped his pants and hoodie, "You're right. We're almost to where I want to give you your surprise anyway. The next stop, there's a couple of picnic tables in a clearing. Stop there."
Only a few minutes later, we were parked and I was instructed to walk up ahead. There was a trail that led to an abandoned campground. The horror nerd in me instantly thought of Friday the 13th, but I cast that out of my head and waited for Chris on the front steps of a derelict cabin. I was still hard, and my boxers were moist from all the spit from Chris' mouth.
A moment later, I heard Chris' deep voice from behind me, "Come inside Michael. I have your surprise."
I stood up, wondering how he got inside the cabin. Again my mind went to horror movies. I opened the door and stepped inside. Chris was standing next to a long forgotten cot, wearing a pair of black nylon shorts, his black Timberland boots, his shoulderpads, and a jockstrap.
"It's a little different from football gear. I know that's what you're really into. But I thought this was sexy." Chris put his hockeystick over his shoulders and flexed his arms.
I nodded in agreement, "This is pretty hot."
He ignored the compliment and looked around at the cabin, "My parents used to run a summercamp. I used to come here every summer."
I was half listening, but was fixated on Chris' costume. I stepped closer.
"They gave me the property. This old place is mine now," Chris continued to inform me.
"That's awesome. Are you going to reopen it?" I asked, reaching out to feel his cock through the jock strap.
He didn't answer me, he just swooped in for a kiss. His tongue slipped through my lips like warm butter. He dropped the stick on the ground and we began to wrestle each other. He was tearing my clothes off violently, and I gripped his gear by the chest component- tossing him to the cot.
It creaked under the weight of him. Probably feeling human body for the first time in ten years. Chris got on his hands and knees, waving his exposed little ass at me, "Come fuck me, fuck me hard."
I was too happy to oblige. I stood on the side of the cot and spit into my hand. We were just about to begin when we heard another voice.
"Real sorry to bother you boys," a gruff but gay sounding voice interrupted.
Chris and I both looked to the open door of the cabin. A man, twenty years older than us stood there, one hand on a bluge in his shorts. He was muscular, but portly. He had a blonde beard with hints of grey and wore a trucker hat. "I was just looking for a place to get some food. Ah..." his voice trailed off as he watched our twentysomthing bodies in freeze frame, "I don't want to barge in on you guys, but I'd be happy to watch."
Chris shot me a look of intrigue over his shoulder.
"Alright," I said, "Stay over there, and enjoy the show." I shover my cock inside Chris with one swift thrust.
He groaned.
The trucker grunted and slipped a hand inside his shorts.
We fucked like there was nobody else in the room. But I had to admit, it was sexy having somebody watch. And Chris and I both looked when the trucked grunted the finals times, spilling his jizz onto the floor. Then he nodded, turned and left.
Chris and I finished up. I cummed is his mouth and he lapped up every last bit. Then we got back to my car and drove.
That was hot!
Craiger
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Lordy, FoF, the driving part brought back some good memories..... I think my horror nerd would have kicked in as well, but everything turn out great with an audience besides. Thanks!
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72-Jay
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I agree with ronboy .. that was hot
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The rest of the way to the game, Chris and I talked about sex and fantasies. Apparently, for Chris, it was always a fantasy to be watched in the act. He explained how he originally imagined it would be a fellow hockey player watching him rail Deanna- but a trucker watching him get plowed in the ass was just as fulfilling for him. I tended to get more thrill out of watching other guys fuck, but my first time being an exhibitionist was hot.
We got to the rink pretty late in teh afternoon. Chris hoisted his gear out of my car and walked in ahead of me. I locked up and hurried to catch up. We were greeted by two older women inside the door. "Hello Chris," one woman said, "Where's Deanna?"
Chris looked over his shoulder at me and then turned back to the greeter, "She couldn't make it today. Work," he explained in his deep voice, "Um, this is my buddy." Chris motioned to me, "His name is Michael."
One woman shook my hand and the other nodded, "Do you play?"
I smiled politely, "No ma'am."
The women jokingly frowned at me and jibbed, "Shameful."
Chris turned to me again, "I have to go get changed into my gear. The game will probably start in twenty minutes. There's a concession booth just around the corner if you're hungry."
"Thanks," I said before shifting my attention back to the greeters, "How much is admission?"
"Four dollars," answered the bulkier of the two.
I handed her the money and stepped inside. I was surprised to see how many people came to see an amateur hockeygame. There was over a hundred people inside the arena. Men, women, kids. I noticed a lot of girls- probably players' girlfriends. I walked through the crowd and made my way to the counter to buy a drink. Despite the reasonably warm temperature outside, it was very cold inside (to keep the ice frozen obviously) so I ordered a hot chocolate. After receiving my drink, I went to find a place to sit.
Sitting alone was an attractive black man, about my age. He sat with his legs crossed, a scarf wrapped around his neck, and a steaming cup in one hand. I definitely got the gay vibe off him. I could either sit alone at a hockey game for an hour, or I could chat with another gay guy. I chose the latter. I approached the man and asked if I could sit down.
He looked at me, puzzled, and then waved a hand gracefully over an empty chair on either side of himself. "Who are you here with?" he asked with a coy smile, "Or are you just here to check out the jocks?"
I grinned despite my best efforts not to. "I'm here with a friend."
He looked me over, "You are gay, am I right?"
"Yeah," I responded, "Michael," I offered my hand to shake.
He reached out delicately and barely gripped my fingers with his own and gave me a variation of a handshake. "Curt," he introduced himself. He looked me over again, "You've never been to a hockey rink before. You aren't dressed for it. It's colder in here than you thought it would be."
"Pretty much," I admitted.
Curt rolled his eyes, "You are so not here with a friend. You're here either because you just developed a crush on a guy and then found out he plays hockey... or you are lucky enough to have found a guy still in the closet and he wanted you to watch him play."
My jaw dropped, "Nice job Jessica Fletcher. I'm here to see my... well... I guess we aren't exactly boyfriends..."
Curt flashed a toothy smile, "Girlfriend, you are in trouble now," he took a sip from his cup, "He's obviously in great shape. He's attractive and a little mysterious. You're starting to get feelings for him but he either has a girlfriend or hasn't come out to his family."
I paused for a few seconds, "Girlfriend," I answered. "You've been in this position yourself."
He nodded with wide eyes, "Mmhmm. My boyfriend plays for the Mastadons. But we were together for four fucking years before I was anything to him other than his trendy, black roommate." He placed one hand on his chest in an exasperated gesture, "Four years of hell. I had already come out of the closet and that boy put me right back into it. I'm telling you, if that boy didn't drive me so wild, I would have kicked his sorry white ass to the curb."
"Four years?" I repeated, "That's rough."
"Mmhmm," Curt took another drink. "So, who's your man?"
I didn't know if I should answer. Chris was really private (unless you were a nameless trucker on the side of the road). "Well, he plays for the Loyalists. We've only been seeing each other for the summer."
Curt cocked an eye brow, "So we're cheering for opposite teams today. Shit could get real ugly up in here. Sure you want to sit with me?"
"To be honest, I hope my guy wins, but it doesn't really matter to me how it turns out."
"Oh honey, you are new to this. Let me warn you now, when they lose they are the worst to put up with. If you like to bottom, you might get a great rough fuck out of him... but other than that its like PMS times ten." Curt shook his head as if to affirm his own statements.
Chuckling, I replied, "I gave up bottoming a while ago."
"You might find him wanting to fuck your ass tonight. It's how they get their aggressions out," Curt warned. "Have I been wrong about anything else so far?"
My ass actually twitched at the thought of Chris fucking me, "Not yet."
Curt and I watched the game together. It went on for just over an hour. Truthfully, we didn't pay much attention when our men weren't on the ice. When it was all over, Chris was the victor. His Loyalists won 6-2. Curt and I said our good byes to one another and he left the rink. I went downstairs to wait in the hallway outside the lockerrooms.
After a few minutes I saw Chris come out in a fresh change of clothes and wet hair from the shower. He was chatting with two fellow players. They bantered back and forth, playfully punching one another, and trash talking the other team. Watching him now, you'd never know how much he loved cock.
When he saw me, he smiled. "Hey Mike! How was your first hockey game?"
I forced excitement, "Great! You guys really schooled the Mastadons."
Chris turned to his friends and gave a subtle wave. He rushed over to me and slung his enormous bag over his shoulder, "Wanna go celebrate?"
"What did you have in mind?" I asked.
"Another surprise," he answered. "Let's get out of here."
We got to the rink pretty late in teh afternoon. Chris hoisted his gear out of my car and walked in ahead of me. I locked up and hurried to catch up. We were greeted by two older women inside the door. "Hello Chris," one woman said, "Where's Deanna?"
Chris looked over his shoulder at me and then turned back to the greeter, "She couldn't make it today. Work," he explained in his deep voice, "Um, this is my buddy." Chris motioned to me, "His name is Michael."
One woman shook my hand and the other nodded, "Do you play?"
I smiled politely, "No ma'am."
The women jokingly frowned at me and jibbed, "Shameful."
Chris turned to me again, "I have to go get changed into my gear. The game will probably start in twenty minutes. There's a concession booth just around the corner if you're hungry."
"Thanks," I said before shifting my attention back to the greeters, "How much is admission?"
"Four dollars," answered the bulkier of the two.
I handed her the money and stepped inside. I was surprised to see how many people came to see an amateur hockeygame. There was over a hundred people inside the arena. Men, women, kids. I noticed a lot of girls- probably players' girlfriends. I walked through the crowd and made my way to the counter to buy a drink. Despite the reasonably warm temperature outside, it was very cold inside (to keep the ice frozen obviously) so I ordered a hot chocolate. After receiving my drink, I went to find a place to sit.
Sitting alone was an attractive black man, about my age. He sat with his legs crossed, a scarf wrapped around his neck, and a steaming cup in one hand. I definitely got the gay vibe off him. I could either sit alone at a hockey game for an hour, or I could chat with another gay guy. I chose the latter. I approached the man and asked if I could sit down.
He looked at me, puzzled, and then waved a hand gracefully over an empty chair on either side of himself. "Who are you here with?" he asked with a coy smile, "Or are you just here to check out the jocks?"
I grinned despite my best efforts not to. "I'm here with a friend."
He looked me over, "You are gay, am I right?"
"Yeah," I responded, "Michael," I offered my hand to shake.
He reached out delicately and barely gripped my fingers with his own and gave me a variation of a handshake. "Curt," he introduced himself. He looked me over again, "You've never been to a hockey rink before. You aren't dressed for it. It's colder in here than you thought it would be."
"Pretty much," I admitted.
Curt rolled his eyes, "You are so not here with a friend. You're here either because you just developed a crush on a guy and then found out he plays hockey... or you are lucky enough to have found a guy still in the closet and he wanted you to watch him play."
My jaw dropped, "Nice job Jessica Fletcher. I'm here to see my... well... I guess we aren't exactly boyfriends..."
Curt flashed a toothy smile, "Girlfriend, you are in trouble now," he took a sip from his cup, "He's obviously in great shape. He's attractive and a little mysterious. You're starting to get feelings for him but he either has a girlfriend or hasn't come out to his family."
I paused for a few seconds, "Girlfriend," I answered. "You've been in this position yourself."
He nodded with wide eyes, "Mmhmm. My boyfriend plays for the Mastadons. But we were together for four fucking years before I was anything to him other than his trendy, black roommate." He placed one hand on his chest in an exasperated gesture, "Four years of hell. I had already come out of the closet and that boy put me right back into it. I'm telling you, if that boy didn't drive me so wild, I would have kicked his sorry white ass to the curb."
"Four years?" I repeated, "That's rough."
"Mmhmm," Curt took another drink. "So, who's your man?"
I didn't know if I should answer. Chris was really private (unless you were a nameless trucker on the side of the road). "Well, he plays for the Loyalists. We've only been seeing each other for the summer."
Curt cocked an eye brow, "So we're cheering for opposite teams today. Shit could get real ugly up in here. Sure you want to sit with me?"
"To be honest, I hope my guy wins, but it doesn't really matter to me how it turns out."
"Oh honey, you are new to this. Let me warn you now, when they lose they are the worst to put up with. If you like to bottom, you might get a great rough fuck out of him... but other than that its like PMS times ten." Curt shook his head as if to affirm his own statements.
Chuckling, I replied, "I gave up bottoming a while ago."
"You might find him wanting to fuck your ass tonight. It's how they get their aggressions out," Curt warned. "Have I been wrong about anything else so far?"
My ass actually twitched at the thought of Chris fucking me, "Not yet."
Curt and I watched the game together. It went on for just over an hour. Truthfully, we didn't pay much attention when our men weren't on the ice. When it was all over, Chris was the victor. His Loyalists won 6-2. Curt and I said our good byes to one another and he left the rink. I went downstairs to wait in the hallway outside the lockerrooms.
After a few minutes I saw Chris come out in a fresh change of clothes and wet hair from the shower. He was chatting with two fellow players. They bantered back and forth, playfully punching one another, and trash talking the other team. Watching him now, you'd never know how much he loved cock.
When he saw me, he smiled. "Hey Mike! How was your first hockey game?"
I forced excitement, "Great! You guys really schooled the Mastadons."
Chris turned to his friends and gave a subtle wave. He rushed over to me and slung his enormous bag over his shoulder, "Wanna go celebrate?"
"What did you have in mind?" I asked.
"Another surprise," he answered. "Let's get out of here."
