20
Jun
2010
Twinks train their lover?
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This is a reworking of an earlier story I’ve since deleted that was submitted under the title ‘Workload’. I accidentally used a non-edited working copy, filled with errors, etc not realizing I had deleted the final edit. Finally sick of seeing such a sloppy story under my name I deleted it, and revised/rewrote the story to something I was more comfortable with.
I hope you enjoy it, and thanks to LadyPineRose74 for the help with editing.
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I stared at the clock on the wall at the far end of the conference room, tapping my foot under the table with agonizing impatience. The long hand slowly chugged towards the twelve, the motion almost imperceptible to my eyes, and the shorter hand hung almost exactly over the eleven. Each second seemed to take an eternity to pass, as if the world was moving in slow motion.
The meeting had started without me when I slid into my seat at the conference table at eight o’clock, and the last three hours had been excruciating. My cock was as hard as a rock inside my pants, though I’d managed to shift it upwards to camouflage the bulge, and my ass cheeks were clenched together pitching me at an uncomfortable angle in my seat.
Looking away from the clock for a moment towards the door I tried to calculate how long it would take me to reach the bathroom once we were finished. Nothing mattered to me except getting out of the conference room to the nearest toilet. Even the project manager’s voice had faded to a cricket chirp far in the distance, as I tried to focus on getting out of the situation I had gotten myself into hours earlier.
My morning had started as usual, well before the sun rose. I woke, took my daily run, showered, and ate an orange and piece of dry wheat toast for breakfast before getting dressed for work. It wasn’t until I was in my car that my cell phone went off, vibrating in my hip pocket to tell me I had a text message. I flipped it open to see the numbers 7-17 staring at me and nothing more.
“Fuck.”
I looked at my watch and saw that it was 6:50, and did the math in my head. After a moment’s hesitation, I swung my car into the left lane and turned at the next stoplight in the opposite direction of my office. With one hand on the wheel, I dug into my backpack and fished out a small tube of lube tucked way at the bottom of a side compartment. I smeared a tooth-paste sized glob onto my index finger and stuffed my hand down the waist of my pants, scanning the traffic around me to make sure nobody was watching.
“Motherfuck.”
The streets were starting to fill with people beginning their commute, when I pulled up in front of the hotel just a few minutes after 7:00. I locked my car and walked over to room 17, stepping around a familiar looking truck parked near the door. The hotel room wasn’t locked when I tried the knob, and I opened it and stepped inside.
The curtains were closed, blocking out the morning sun, except for a sliver around the edges of the window. This and a thin spill of light from beneath the bathroom door were the only illumination in the cheap room. Everything about the space was ugly, from the hideous flowered carpets to the floor, so pock-marked with cigarette burns it resembled the surface of the moon.
As I closed the door behind me, I could hear the sound of a toilet flushing. The bathroom door opened, and he stepped out into the room.
He didn’t say anything as he crossed the space, though his crooked smile spoke volumes. My knees felt weak, as he approached, and I could smell the scent of his aftershave over the pallid odor of smoke hanging thick on everything. He pushed me forcefully across the length of the rickety dresser, one big hand on my shoulder, the other tugging down my pants and boxers in one smooth motion. I heard the familiar zip of his pants, and I felt the hot slap of his cock against my bare ass and his breath on my neck, as he leaned over me. Bracing myself, I gripped the dresser so tight my knuckles turned white.
“Are you ready?” he whispered, nosing his thick tool into the cleft of my ass with his hand, sliding it up and down, covering the head in the lube I had fingered into place on the drive over.
I didn’t respond, and he wasn’t waiting for one. The swollen knob of his prick bumped against my hole, and slowly but steadily, he pushed forward. For a second or two I felt the pressure on my anus, and then, my hole opened up as he slid smoothly inside.
I sucked in sharply, not from pain, but from surprise, and broke out in goose bumps. No matter how many times I’ve felt this, it always made me shiver and shake, when he began to open me up with his fat dick. I let out a groan, and he kept pushing forward, feeding me three, then four, then five inches, before pausing.
Dropping both hands down to my hips, he pulled me towards him as he pushed forward, burying the last three inches inside me, bottoming out. I gave an involuntary grunt, as he ground against my butt, his pubes tickling the stretched ring of my asshole.
Again he paused, gripping my waist with his meaty hands. I tried to breathe, but it was difficult; I was bent in half over a dresser, his full weight pushed against me, my ass gaped open to the size of a tennis ball around his rock hard dick. It felt amazing, and I grunted again, as I tried to mash myself backwards and force him even deeper.
As if waiting for this, he withdrew, pulling back until only the fat knob of his dick remained inside me. The sensation seemed to suck the energy out of me; my death grip on the edges of the dresser went slack and my hands fell limply to the side. He shoved himself forward forcefully, hard enough to shake my rag doll body, his rod grazing my prostate, as he bottomed out again.
My cock jerked, and I could feel a small spasm force pre-cum out the tip of my cock. He pulled back again, and shoved forward again, knocking another grunt from my mouth and another spasm from my dick. Another withdrawal and thrust, and another low groan, over and over. I tried to keep quiet, but I couldn’t. Every time his prick knocked against my prostate, the sounds just exploded from my throat. Again. Again.
He had a rhythm going now, pulling out smoothly and thrusting back deeply, long-dicking my ass with his bloated cock, raking my prostate with each plunge. The only sounds in the room were the slap of flesh on flesh, and a solitary grunt from me every time he hit bottom inside my ass.
It felt exquisite, like nothing else, the feeling of my asshole stretched tightly around his hot organ, and the feeling of him forcing himself deep inside me, over and over. I didn’t push back against him; instead I let him take me, his strong hands on my hips pulling me tight to him with every sodomizing stroke.
My asshole began to make squelching sounds, as he thrust up me, and my steady grunts began getting louder despite my efforts to bite them off. I couldn’t hold back the sound, the sensation of having his large cock churning up my guts overriding any semblance of self control. The room had started to smell like sex, a combination of sweat and cock and my ass.
In and out he thrust, my anus gripping him tightly, my moans and the wet slap of his cock in my ass filling my ears, and the smell of our fucking filling my nose. I was rocking to and fro on the dresser with each thrust, my cock sliding in the puddle of pre-cum he was forcing out of me.
I don’t know how long this went on as time ceased to exist. The only thought in my mind was his large tool sliding effortlessly in and out of my bowels. Deep inside my balls, a heavy tingle started to grow, and it seemed to increase as he hammered into me, pushing out and enveloping more and more of my body.
I wasn’t aware of much, but I could tell he was getting close now. His strokes picked up force, but lost speed, each one more making my prick leak like a broken faucet. He would thrust inside me, pushing as far as he could, trying to get more and more of his rigid meat up my ass, and pull out again. We were building towards a massive explosion, and each time he bottomed out the tingling in my balls grew hotter and hotter.
“Fuck, I’m close. I’m close,” he grunted, speaking for the first time, since roughly entering me. He slammed forward again and again, until I almost couldn’t stand it anymore. My testicles were on fire, ready to explode, each bump against my prostate pushed me closer and closer to coming.
Suddenly, he let loose with a guttural roar and slammed harder against me than he had before, forcing every millimeter of his organ inside my abused hole. The final stab against my prostate was all it took, and the tingling in my balls exploded with white light behind my eyes, as my cock began to convulse beneath me.
He held me in a steel grip, buried as far in me as anyone as he had ever been, and I could feel the heat and warmth of his cum emptying into my guts. He pulled back and gave several more savage thrusts, each accompanied by another molten hot pulse of jizz inside my ass, each jab forcing another spurt of cum from my own cock.
He held me still, pinned to the dresser and buried balls deep in my ass, our orgasms gradually fading, as we caught our breath. After what seemed an eternity, he slowly withdrew his semi-hard cock from my hole with a wet plop and stepped back.
I tried my best to clench my ass shut to keep his huge load from running out of my stretched anus, as he reached forward and gently grabbed a handful of my hair, guiding me off the dresser and onto my knees.
“Taste it. Clean it off,” he told me, pulling my head towards his glistening organ. It still hung thick and seven inches long, even when deflated, and was smeared with pasty white cum and lube and juice from my ass.
I had no choice but to open my mouth and take him inside, as he pressed against my lips. It tasted like heaven. It tasted like what sex smells like, dirty and earthy and salty and hot, and I slurped him deep down my throat until his wiry pubes were mashed into my chin and nostrils. My tongue washed his cock clean, as he pumped in and out of my mouth, one hand still tangled in my hair like a bridle.
After a few minutes he pulled my head off his dick and smiled down at me. I was on my knees in front of him, pants in disarray around my feet, butt clenched to keep from shitting his cum over the back of my legs, my own sperm drying on my belly. I knew I looked like a used whore, and it made me feel as hot.
“You were fucking fantastic,” he said, as he stuffed his dick back into his pants and zipped his fly. I made no effort to rise from the floor where I knelt, numb but sated.
“Thanks,” I mumbled, as he opened the door and stepped out onto the landing, shading his eyes from the sun.
“I’d love to stay for another round, see just how loose I can get that ass, but it’s late and I have to be at the job site. Catch you next time though.” He smiled at me, and disappeared out of sight. Moments later, I heard the low rumble of a truck engine start, followed by the squealing of tires.
The door was still open, and anyone who walked past could see me crumpled on the floor like a rape victim, so I scrambled to my feet as quickly as I could. Somehow I managed to fumble my pants up without spraying a geyser of cum out of my ass, and quickly wiped off my belly on the bed spread. Within seconds, I was out the door and into my car. I tried to fix my hair in the mirror as I drove, and I hoped the smell of cum, lube, and ass that was smeared on my face wasn’t noticeable.
That was how I found myself in the conference room three hours later, watching the big hand creep towards twelve. When it finally hit, my boss wrapped things up and sent everyone on their way. I carefully rose from my chair, my asshole squeezed closed; the last thing I wanted was to try to walk out of the conference room with a large wet cum patch soaking through the ass of my pants.
There was a rarely used restroom at the end of the hall near the storage closet, and I headed towards it. The door opened soundlessly as I stepped inside and walked quickly into the large handicap stall, popping the lock closed behind me.
Luckily, it seemed the other stalls were empty, and I dropped my pants to my ankles for the second time that day. I could feel the load oozing out of my hole and dribbling into the water below, as I dropped onto the cold seat.
Grabbing my cock with my right hand, I reached between my legs with my left, sinking two fingers into my tired asshole. They glided in easily on the river of hours-old cum dripping out of my guts, and I could tell that I wouldn’t last long as my second load of the day began building inside me.
I began to stroke my cock faster, as my fingers probed deeper and deeper into my ass. Eventually I added a third, stretching my asshole open. I hurt a bit, a reminder from the pounding I took earlier, but it was good kind of hurt, the best kind of hurt.
My orgasm hit me suddenly, a red hot explosion deep inside me. I pushed my fingers deeper as I ejaculated, and I could feel the pulse of the muscles inside my ass synced with the spasms of my cock. It took nearly a minute for the shuddering to die down, as my dick belched cum onto the floor of the stall.
Gradually, the pulses in my cock and anus weakened. I slid my fingers from my ass and held them up to see. They were smeared with his dirty cum, a weak gray color from the time in my ass. It still smelled strong, and I couldn’t help but lick my fingers, cleaning the remnants of our morning off my digits. It tasted just like his prick had when I had cleaned him.
I left the stall, washed my hands, and did the best to straighten my appearance in the mirror. There was still half a day of work left ahead of me, and I wasn’t looking forward to it. Deep down inside, I hoped that at the end of it all I’d leave and find a text message on my phone showing nothing but numbers.
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