Joshawa
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Note: This is my first sex story, well, the first I've allowed people to read. Please give me your input.
Is it Better to Give or to Receive?
It had been a long day at work, I had been asked to cover somebody's shift just as I was supposed to get off. Reluctantly, I had agreed, knowing that I would need the money. You see, I work at a bookstore that also sells video games, DVDs, CDs and magazines. (If anyone has ever worked in retail, then you know that this array of products brings the weirdest group of people imaginable.) I'd been called racist, my manager had yelled at me, and, quite frankly, I was beginning to hate the world. It had been a day, indeed.
As I looked at the clock, I praised every Deity I knew, just to cover all bases. 45 minutes left!
"Excuse me?" A sexy voice brought me from my thankful-for-the-end-of-the-day daze. "Is this line open?"
I looked up to find a beautiful blond boy, towering over my scanner. He was a good 6'3", with big arms, bright blue eyes and a cute as hell smile. What I liked most about him was his smooth runner's legs and the slight pooch to his belly. He was my kinda man!
I checked him out, then I began to ring up his items. He had an eye for fashion--in an American Eagle kind of way. I just loved the preppy boy look. A white baseball cap turned back-wards topped his head. White K-Swiss with Green Piping were set beneath a pair of those crazy-looking plaid shorts that had bands of greens and blues.
What I loved most about his wardrobe was his shamrock green t-shirt. It matched the bands of green on his shorts and th piping on his shoes perfectly. The lettering across beautiful pecs made my mind roam over every possibility: "I'm a Giver." Those were three words a horny bottom like me loves to hear.
"Your total is $15.14." I told him, smiling, lost in oceanic pools of heaven. As he reached for his wallet, I began to feel bold.
"I like your shirt," I told him, casually as I counted out his change.
"thanks," He smiled, taking his change as blush began to snake its way up his cheeks. God--the blushing just make him even more beautiful, even more perfect.
"You didn't happen to see any that said 'I'm a receiver," did you?" I had a playful smile on my face--one that could be left to interpretation. He could decide whether or not I was flirting.
"I might have..." he began, playfully, and I instantly fell for his toying smirk. "But, someone who wanted a shirt like that would have to prove themselves worthy of it." I loved the way he thought.
"Tell you what--I get off in 45 minutes. Let's say you meet me up here in an hour? We can, say, grab something to eat and then..." I trailed off smirking.
I handed him the bag that held his CD and then looked at the man approaching my register. The offer had been extended, all that was left to do was wait to see if he accepted, and returned.
The rest of the night could not have gone more slowly. I was coasting on adrenaline, excited at my find, thought slightly in shock; I'd never done anything like that before!
Sure enough, my "Giver" of a guy returned; my heart and cock leaped when I saw him. We smiled at each other as I approached him, but he was first to speak.
"My name's Brett, by the way," his voice was so sexy; it made me melt.
"I'm--"
"--Josh." He interrupted, nodding. "It's on your name tag," he added at my perplexed look.
Way to go, Josh I told myself, inwardly, that's how you look smart in front of this gorgeous guy.
We chatted for a little bit before deciding upon IHOP as our dining destination--my treat. As we sat, we talked for what seemed hours. This guy seemed like somebody I could truly fall in love with. He was, not only attractive, but intelligent, well-read, politically involved, with a great, witty sense of humor. He was LITERALLY everything I looked for in a guy. Who knew that a whim could bring such a catch?
Finally, it was the moment of truth--I paid for our meals and we rose after our fourth cup of coffee apiece. I wasn't sure how this 'taking him home' thing worked, but we had decided that he would come to my apartment, as I was obsessive-compulsive, and kept my living space tidy.
As I drove, my '97 Corolla paling in the glory that followed me, his white 2004 4-Door F-150. I was in love with his truck! He pulled in and parked next to me, and was at my door before I could even think of getting out.
A pearly smile met me as he held my door open for me--what a gentleman.
"What a gentleman!" I voiced, in awe of such a perfect evening so far. As he shut my car door, strong hands and big arms caught me, pulling me into a deep kiss. The only thing this Disney movie lacked was a singing mouse or something! It was wonderful. One of his strong hands stroked my back lovingly as the other entangled itself in my hair.
I angled my head a bit more, allowing our lips to part and my tongue to enter his mouth. As wonderful as the moment was, I noticed that his kiss was loving, not passionate--not a predecessor to sex. I had been on the prowl, though. It had been a long time since my ass had been worked over, and it was practically aching for some loving.
As if he read my mind, Brett's tongue was lapping at mine, his hands now roaming, his body closer, his cock growing harder against mine. He began to massage my ass, and I knew we were both there for the same reasons, now.
I reached to the fly of his shorts, unzipping it with one hand and parted the fly, massaging his cock, before allowing it to flop out of the fly of his boxers. It was so hot to the touch, about five inches, but thick and uncut. As I touched his cock with my cool hand, he slammed my back into his truck, kissing down to my neck.
"Let's take this inside," I breathed, reluctantly, seeing the security guard in his golf cart about to make his rounds. He nodded, his blue eyes, asking for sex, looking into my own hazel eyes.
I took his hand, not bothering to put his cock away--I'd need it later after all--and led him to my apartment. He pulled me into another passionate kiss before I could even open the door, and we stumbled into, our tongues playing with each other as my hand groped his cock once more.
He unbuttoned my slacks and pushed them down to play with my tight ass better, and felt around, pulling the waistband of my CK thong before massaging my smooth skin. I through my head back--his touch shot sparks through my body, and he took the opportunity to kiss down my neck. I raised my shirt for him, tossing it over my head and shutting the door with my foot. Didn't want the neighbors to get that more of a view than they had expected.
Kissing his way down, Brett stopped to suck on each nipple, giving them individual attention, his hands still roaming my ass.
I was in heaven. No top had ever kissed me down like this before. Most of the guys I had been with wanted all the action, never giving in return. Fuck this was amazing. I moaned deeply as he worked his way to my belly button and started nibbling. His fingers hooked underneath my waistband and out popped my seven hard inches, staring him in the face.
It had been a REALLY long time since somebody sucked my cock, but from what I remembered, nobody had been as good as him. He slurped it, he kissed it, licked it, embraced it. He loved my cock.
He held my balls in one hand as he stroked my cock with his tongue. Slowly, up, down, around, before he took it into his hungry mouth. Slowly, I began to buck, fucking his mouth as he choked it down. he took it into his throat, pausing a moment to let it slide over his gag spot, but then continued taking my meat til it was all down his throat.
He pursed his lips softly around my cock and started to hum, the vibrations driving me crazy. He continued humming on and off as I face-fucked him, looking up at me with sexy puppy-dog eyes. He sucked me 'til I warned him of my cumming. He had me cum on his chest and he rubbed it into his body. For some reason, even that turned me.
Next was my turn to show him how its down. I pulled off his shirt and baseball cap, tossing them into a pile and began to work my way down his shaved body with my tongue. My right hand stayed, steady, on his hard cock, still poking through his pants, as I explored his body with my tongue. I lapped at his nipples, chewed on them softly, before moving further down to his cock. I licked at it while I slowly undid his shorts. Mouth taking just the tip of his cock, I looked up at me, smirking around his tick cock head, and began to pull down his boxers. My tongue followed the trail of his boxers and I chewed on his meaty, muscular thighs, before taking one of his balls, lovingly, into my mouth.
I traded balls, working with it for about five minutes before working my way back to his cock. His hands, entangled in my hair, pushed me hard down on it, and he began to fuck me hard in the face. I loved every second of it. My tongue spiraling his cock while still in my mouth, I heard him start to grunt with pleasure, his hips rocking in beautiful motion.
Soon, he was erupting on my chest and I, too, rubbed it in. Now came the fun. Reaching into the end table by my couch, I pulled out a ribbed Trojan for Brett. He smiled devilishly, pulling it on. I opted for no lube--I wanted it to hurt tonight. He led me to the couch and laid across it, wanting me to slide down on it. I did as expected, savoring the stretching feeling his soup can cock gave me. I moaned loud, throwing my head back. We worked in unison; as he bucked at my ass, I bounced on his cock, bring pleasure to both of us.
Within moments, he'd repositioned us, having tossed me to the floor, ass up, he rode me hard in a doggy-ish style position, through my head was on the ground, causing him to stand at an odd, sexy angle. His hips bucked and rocked, fucking me hard. I moaned and almost cried at the pain, loving ever second of it.
He threw me back on the sofa again, pushing me down so I was lying on my back, my legs in the air and he got to work again. How a guy so tall did it, I don't know, but fuck was he good at it.
"Fuck my ass. Unnnghhh. Oh yeah." I kept telling him, closing my eyes tightly, my tan body beginning to sweat. It smelled like sweat and sex in my living room--two of my favorite smells, as he fucked me harder. As I sweat hard, the scent of his cum started to permeate my nostrils, having come back alive from my chest.
Balls were slapping me hard, making me red, and we were both grunting and panting. He slowed down a bit, as if forcing himself to edge, and leaned over to kiss me. Whilst we kissed, he kept pumping slowly, my tight hole being stretched to the max.
"Fuck me hard," I whispered longingly as we broke our kiss and he started his rapid motion again. Oh, this felt good, having a big, strong stud fucking me, feeling his body slapping against mine as he came close to cumming. I started cumming all over my chest as Brett fucked me harder and harder with every stroke. I felt the force of his cum fill the condom on his cock, and he stayed in until he was finished cumming and softened up a bit. When he pulled out, the cum on my chest had started congealing, but nonetheless, he pulled me up and started to kiss me again, rubbing our chests together, soaking up each other's cum.
"Would you like to stay the night?" I asked, stupidly, chewing on his bottom lip. Slowly we made our way to my big bed, dressed in black satin sheets and fell there simultaneously, locked in another deep kiss.
I fell asleep, locked onto his lips that night and when I awoke the next morning, it was to find myself wrapped in his arms, head against his muscular chest. I smiled, planting a kiss on his torso and going back to sleep.
~End
As I looked at the clock, I praised every Deity I knew, just to cover all bases. 45 minutes left!
"Excuse me?" A sexy voice brought me from my thankful-for-the-end-of-the-day daze. "Is this line open?"
I looked up to find a beautiful blond boy, towering over my scanner. He was a good 6'3", with big arms, bright blue eyes and a cute as hell smile. What I liked most about him was his smooth runner's legs and the slight pooch to his belly. He was my kinda man!
I checked him out, then I began to ring up his items. He had an eye for fashion--in an American Eagle kind of way. I just loved the preppy boy look. A white baseball cap turned back-wards topped his head. White K-Swiss with Green Piping were set beneath a pair of those crazy-looking plaid shorts that had bands of greens and blues.
What I loved most about his wardrobe was his shamrock green t-shirt. It matched the bands of green on his shorts and th piping on his shoes perfectly. The lettering across beautiful pecs made my mind roam over every possibility: "I'm a Giver." Those were three words a horny bottom like me loves to hear.
"Your total is $15.14." I told him, smiling, lost in oceanic pools of heaven. As he reached for his wallet, I began to feel bold.
"I like your shirt," I told him, casually as I counted out his change.
"thanks," He smiled, taking his change as blush began to snake its way up his cheeks. God--the blushing just make him even more beautiful, even more perfect.
"You didn't happen to see any that said 'I'm a receiver," did you?" I had a playful smile on my face--one that could be left to interpretation. He could decide whether or not I was flirting.
"I might have..." he began, playfully, and I instantly fell for his toying smirk. "But, someone who wanted a shirt like that would have to prove themselves worthy of it." I loved the way he thought.
"Tell you what--I get off in 45 minutes. Let's say you meet me up here in an hour? We can, say, grab something to eat and then..." I trailed off smirking.
I handed him the bag that held his CD and then looked at the man approaching my register. The offer had been extended, all that was left to do was wait to see if he accepted, and returned.
The rest of the night could not have gone more slowly. I was coasting on adrenaline, excited at my find, thought slightly in shock; I'd never done anything like that before!
Sure enough, my "Giver" of a guy returned; my heart and cock leaped when I saw him. We smiled at each other as I approached him, but he was first to speak.
"My name's Brett, by the way," his voice was so sexy; it made me melt.
"I'm--"
"--Josh." He interrupted, nodding. "It's on your name tag," he added at my perplexed look.
Way to go, Josh I told myself, inwardly, that's how you look smart in front of this gorgeous guy.
We chatted for a little bit before deciding upon IHOP as our dining destination--my treat. As we sat, we talked for what seemed hours. This guy seemed like somebody I could truly fall in love with. He was, not only attractive, but intelligent, well-read, politically involved, with a great, witty sense of humor. He was LITERALLY everything I looked for in a guy. Who knew that a whim could bring such a catch?
Finally, it was the moment of truth--I paid for our meals and we rose after our fourth cup of coffee apiece. I wasn't sure how this 'taking him home' thing worked, but we had decided that he would come to my apartment, as I was obsessive-compulsive, and kept my living space tidy.
As I drove, my '97 Corolla paling in the glory that followed me, his white 2004 4-Door F-150. I was in love with his truck! He pulled in and parked next to me, and was at my door before I could even think of getting out.
A pearly smile met me as he held my door open for me--what a gentleman.
"What a gentleman!" I voiced, in awe of such a perfect evening so far. As he shut my car door, strong hands and big arms caught me, pulling me into a deep kiss. The only thing this Disney movie lacked was a singing mouse or something! It was wonderful. One of his strong hands stroked my back lovingly as the other entangled itself in my hair.
I angled my head a bit more, allowing our lips to part and my tongue to enter his mouth. As wonderful as the moment was, I noticed that his kiss was loving, not passionate--not a predecessor to sex. I had been on the prowl, though. It had been a long time since my ass had been worked over, and it was practically aching for some loving.
As if he read my mind, Brett's tongue was lapping at mine, his hands now roaming, his body closer, his cock growing harder against mine. He began to massage my ass, and I knew we were both there for the same reasons, now.
I reached to the fly of his shorts, unzipping it with one hand and parted the fly, massaging his cock, before allowing it to flop out of the fly of his boxers. It was so hot to the touch, about five inches, but thick and uncut. As I touched his cock with my cool hand, he slammed my back into his truck, kissing down to my neck.
"Let's take this inside," I breathed, reluctantly, seeing the security guard in his golf cart about to make his rounds. He nodded, his blue eyes, asking for sex, looking into my own hazel eyes.
I took his hand, not bothering to put his cock away--I'd need it later after all--and led him to my apartment. He pulled me into another passionate kiss before I could even open the door, and we stumbled into, our tongues playing with each other as my hand groped his cock once more.
He unbuttoned my slacks and pushed them down to play with my tight ass better, and felt around, pulling the waistband of my CK thong before massaging my smooth skin. I through my head back--his touch shot sparks through my body, and he took the opportunity to kiss down my neck. I raised my shirt for him, tossing it over my head and shutting the door with my foot. Didn't want the neighbors to get that more of a view than they had expected.
Kissing his way down, Brett stopped to suck on each nipple, giving them individual attention, his hands still roaming my ass.
I was in heaven. No top had ever kissed me down like this before. Most of the guys I had been with wanted all the action, never giving in return. Fuck this was amazing. I moaned deeply as he worked his way to my belly button and started nibbling. His fingers hooked underneath my waistband and out popped my seven hard inches, staring him in the face.
It had been a REALLY long time since somebody sucked my cock, but from what I remembered, nobody had been as good as him. He slurped it, he kissed it, licked it, embraced it. He loved my cock.
He held my balls in one hand as he stroked my cock with his tongue. Slowly, up, down, around, before he took it into his hungry mouth. Slowly, I began to buck, fucking his mouth as he choked it down. he took it into his throat, pausing a moment to let it slide over his gag spot, but then continued taking my meat til it was all down his throat.
He pursed his lips softly around my cock and started to hum, the vibrations driving me crazy. He continued humming on and off as I face-fucked him, looking up at me with sexy puppy-dog eyes. He sucked me 'til I warned him of my cumming. He had me cum on his chest and he rubbed it into his body. For some reason, even that turned me.
Next was my turn to show him how its down. I pulled off his shirt and baseball cap, tossing them into a pile and began to work my way down his shaved body with my tongue. My right hand stayed, steady, on his hard cock, still poking through his pants, as I explored his body with my tongue. I lapped at his nipples, chewed on them softly, before moving further down to his cock. I licked at it while I slowly undid his shorts. Mouth taking just the tip of his cock, I looked up at me, smirking around his tick cock head, and began to pull down his boxers. My tongue followed the trail of his boxers and I chewed on his meaty, muscular thighs, before taking one of his balls, lovingly, into my mouth.
I traded balls, working with it for about five minutes before working my way back to his cock. His hands, entangled in my hair, pushed me hard down on it, and he began to fuck me hard in the face. I loved every second of it. My tongue spiraling his cock while still in my mouth, I heard him start to grunt with pleasure, his hips rocking in beautiful motion.
Soon, he was erupting on my chest and I, too, rubbed it in. Now came the fun. Reaching into the end table by my couch, I pulled out a ribbed Trojan for Brett. He smiled devilishly, pulling it on. I opted for no lube--I wanted it to hurt tonight. He led me to the couch and laid across it, wanting me to slide down on it. I did as expected, savoring the stretching feeling his soup can cock gave me. I moaned loud, throwing my head back. We worked in unison; as he bucked at my ass, I bounced on his cock, bring pleasure to both of us.
Within moments, he'd repositioned us, having tossed me to the floor, ass up, he rode me hard in a doggy-ish style position, through my head was on the ground, causing him to stand at an odd, sexy angle. His hips bucked and rocked, fucking me hard. I moaned and almost cried at the pain, loving ever second of it.
He threw me back on the sofa again, pushing me down so I was lying on my back, my legs in the air and he got to work again. How a guy so tall did it, I don't know, but fuck was he good at it.
"Fuck my ass. Unnnghhh. Oh yeah." I kept telling him, closing my eyes tightly, my tan body beginning to sweat. It smelled like sweat and sex in my living room--two of my favorite smells, as he fucked me harder. As I sweat hard, the scent of his cum started to permeate my nostrils, having come back alive from my chest.
Balls were slapping me hard, making me red, and we were both grunting and panting. He slowed down a bit, as if forcing himself to edge, and leaned over to kiss me. Whilst we kissed, he kept pumping slowly, my tight hole being stretched to the max.
"Fuck me hard," I whispered longingly as we broke our kiss and he started his rapid motion again. Oh, this felt good, having a big, strong stud fucking me, feeling his body slapping against mine as he came close to cumming. I started cumming all over my chest as Brett fucked me harder and harder with every stroke. I felt the force of his cum fill the condom on his cock, and he stayed in until he was finished cumming and softened up a bit. When he pulled out, the cum on my chest had started congealing, but nonetheless, he pulled me up and started to kiss me again, rubbing our chests together, soaking up each other's cum.
"Would you like to stay the night?" I asked, stupidly, chewing on his bottom lip. Slowly we made our way to my big bed, dressed in black satin sheets and fell there simultaneously, locked in another deep kiss.
I fell asleep, locked onto his lips that night and when I awoke the next morning, it was to find myself wrapped in his arms, head against his muscular chest. I smiled, planting a kiss on his torso and going back to sleep.
~End
