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A Timeless Place Ch. 13

Jonathan stared out over the balcony railing into the garden below. His heart ached horrendously over the loss of his best friend. In his mind he conjured memories of the past years with Peter that only proved to make his pain even colder and harder to bear.



It seemed the vast darkness that surrounded him would quickly swallow him up. He felt caught in a vacuum of utter solitude and aloneness so isolated now as if no one could ever understand the pain and hurt he felt. And his mind kept going back to that night at the hospital the words the man had spoken riveted through his being like glaciers sliding frigid and heavily over ridges of icy walls.



Without warning it effused from his being. He gripped the railing tight leaning forward as he began to wail. Pain issued from his being with gut wrenching sounds that permeated the night cutting through the silence like so many double-edged swords. It seemed to hang in the air surrounding him unrelenting and heavy tormented where the cries he made. His body shook violently sweat beaded over his brow and upper lip. Tightly his fingers gripped the railing that caused the knuckles to blanch.



All he knew was the pain he felt and that he was utterly consumed with it. Soon it became all he could do to stand there as his legs becoming weak and slowly went to his knees then finally sat on the cold concrete floor of the balcony. Grasping the vertical bars of the structure he leaned his cheek against one of them weeping soundly for a long time.

When Greg started for the phone Tony added make sure it s the unlubed kind too Greg.



Bruce laughed again while Greg s mouth suddenly came open in a surprised expression.



Well payback s a bitch! Tony quipped.

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Glory Display

After a month long dry spell the glory hole has regained its allure somewhere to cum so hard and good while showing off - cocks really do get men off. I have had made several men cum just watching since the first time someone came while displaying myself intentionally wanting to turn a stranger on with my own arousal. That was just a few weeks ago now the idea of getting off together with a stranger my prick positioned perfectly for him to watch me stroke while in turn watching him stroke his own erect cock has become well practiced in reality. The enjoyment includes an honest nostalgia mixed with a certain delight in finding that others are equally entranced by cumming like this. And how easy it is to meet them if not every time visiting.



After high school a friend and I would often masturbate together sharing 70s Playboy Penthouse Gallery Club Hustler and such mags learning a couple of real basic techniques from the other - Vaseline was my shared idea his was Trojan lubricated condoms- We both later enjoyed Vaseline lotion and some real hardcore porn he had found. For a while a third person was also part of our jacking off but the most intense orgasms were always as a pair even if a group does have its own dynamic. We three spent a few months sharing porn and stroke sessions until a point came after lengthening intervals without him it was again just us two.



But something like the first time I fingered my own ass while being seen doing it especially having started first was an introduction to much of the same mixture of intense thrill bordering on fear overcome by the wonderful sensations as occurs when visiting the glory hole. Including the pure joy when he began doing the same thing that day knowing that we would do this again because it was such pure physical joy. This is the point where anticipation and fear begins fueling the pleasure sex freely filling our minds flooding cleanly over all concerns until nothing is left but savoring the approach of our orgasms discovering a new and secret game to play together knowing that our tight and full balls would fill our cocks as we started spurting gloriously white jets of pleasure.



I have no idea if fingering was something my friend learned from me but after having done it a few times alone the idea of letting him see how good it was became easier to imagine until it was simply a matter of time. After getting hot enough I used both hands in the opened Vaseline container and let the Vaseline on my left hand soften and melt between my thighs while rubbing my still somewhat sparsely haired balls. This occasion remains deeply sunk in memory in part because getting worked up enough to actually share such hidden games tugged me along a feeling of straying beyond the allowed even if we had been jacking off together for a couple of years already.



Playing with asses is another intense game discovered in part with someone else - we both preferred two fingers starting slowly but getting faster often moving our hands while stretching against the tightening ring of our now pulsing and stretched assholes feeling two intense sources of pleasure at the same time. Kneeling or squatting with our cocks jutting out or sometimes pushed down towards the floor eyelids fluttering in concentration our panting growing louder than the sound of our hands sliding along our well lubricated shafts the magazines around us no longer the center of focused attention. Certain interests of mine were first explored then and since often satisfied by women. Now after more than a dozen years of marriage I find that men retain their own unique sexual thrill especially when that man is a complete stranger.



We never touched each other then at any time (never even thought of it which is an interesting comment now about how naive younger people can be) though we would get naked together after having first gathered the mags - sex is better nude it seems even when just masturbating. Jacking off when young and so horny is deliciously irresistible a feeling of the forbidden yielding to the tempting enjoyment of a growing cock making thoughts of anything beyond the pleasure impossible.



Learning to share and enjoy orgasms in union came later with women. Though a couple of those early times watching someone with a cock as hard as mine had been very intense with both of us pumping cum knowing we were getting off together. There weren t really any shared looks though - noticing that the other was watching tended to be embarrassing not that we stopped and certainly not embarrassing every time - a hard cock is its own honesty after all. Sometimes a quick glance was made to just confirm that we were both horny for the same reasons making each other hotter when stroking ourselves - like when turning the pages we were both looking at until the pictures were lost in a haze of pure lust. And having new pictures appear when incapable of anything but playing with yourself was a luxury in pre-video/Internet times something to share in turn until we were both pumping so hard that pictures faded before the intensity of cumming.



It had been a cool mid-morning at the end of the week and in a way the swirling thoughts were just teasing myself because after two visits with the gloryhole deserted saying at least three tries before giving up seemed reasonable especially since some of the visits had been among the best orgasms of my life. However it was still a couple of hours until it opened so getting hard and looking at horny pictures was a good way to spend at least some of the time. My cock kept getting longer against my leg almost reaching the end of my shorts. And yes some of the porn was gay and bi (which the gloryhole almost always has playing as a choice) - looking at hard dicks and men so obviously lost in cock pleasure is as hot as a woman with a wet spread pussy getting herself off. Men are so much more obvious about what is getting them off.



It isn t the men that are so hot in gay porn - it is the hard cocks and the hot games they play with each other. Not that women don t obviously cum even in porn - during both deserted visits I got off very pleasurably to a woman clearly getting lost in her own pleasure while playing with herself her mind simply submerged in her wetly glistening pink pussy. Reality porn so to speak - as noted about German porn the women really do look like those in daily life. In this case becoming horny and then orgasming in front of someone who was filming it. Certainly something easily understood from being behind a camera with my wife several times - she too felt a certain thrill in knowing it was for an audience which made her wetter and puffier as she kept enjoying herself - performing such private acts explicitly in front of someone else is a sort of entrancing vice.



As always the drive seemed too long and too short - too long due to the anticipation of my excited state and too short due to the adrenaline which always accompanies the start of such adventures. The sense of the forbidden and unknown is not quite as intense as at the start when just discovering how good getting off with a man was but it remains a powerful part of what keeps luring me back. Even the thought of again having a man be my partner is now just too kinky to resist regardless of how any individual visit turns out.



Arriving at the gloryhole one door was ajar the other of the joined pair shut and it sounded as if porn was playing. Both my step and pulse quickened realizing that opportunity beckoned. After entering the booth I noticed the slider on my side was closed - which would not have made any real difference at this point but getting undressed in private is still more comfortable most of the time. After putting some money in opening my jeans and unbuttoning the bottom buttons on my shirt I sat down and started flicking through the porn - thinking that soon I would be opening the slider and with luck there would be a cock to play with. A cock as horny and turned on as mine also enjoying cumming with a stranger sharing nothing but raw sex.



Sitting on the padded bench holding my thickening cock my left hand moved the slider about a 1/4 of the way - enough to be certain that the slider was open on the other side. And that there were a pair of legs bare like mine in the flickering dimness a recognition which flowed to my cock becoming harder as my closed fist started pumping easily along the shaft until stopping so good against the stiffening ridge of my cockhead making me hornier and rigid getting nicely turned on before opening the slider the rest of the way to see a hard cock being stroked quickly. There was no question about again getting mindlessly aroused by watching a turned on man knowing that I wanted and could have more. But this time the idea of showing off my own cock was a part of the possibilities especially if first I could feel his cock stroking its length in my hand and along the length of my own hot cock. Hot cock to hot cock stroking has completely captivated me several times as precum is as perfect as a woman s own wetness - different male and utterly erotic.



Watching him in the other booth my cock grew completely stiff my hand slowly stroking the entire length from the base of the dark curly pubic bush to the top of the flared cockhead my legs spreading in satisfaction. His legs were equally spread his hard cock being furiously stroked as he watched. Again the fingers of my left hand reached towards the opening this time a couple of fingers going through making it clear that playing with a stranger s cock was something we would enjoy both so obviously horny and interested.



After a while I drew my fingers back and kept stroking myself hoping he would be equally interested in sharing the basic thrill of a glory hole the chance to play with another man s cock. Either way against the wall through the opening helpless in the feelings or watching and touching a new cock so close both ways equally reliable ways to feel pure bliss with a man.



Though there have been times in the glory hole where I have been completely ignored - once with the slider open stroking myself someone came in turned on the porn flicked a few channels and came in about two minutes. Another time the slider also remained open but each time I put my fingers through nothing happened - even the couple of times I actually brushed his arm as he switched channels. That time he was totally hard pants open and kept stroking but never accepted a fairly obvious invitation - twice my fingertips touched his arm the second felt almost embarrassing somehow - though if he had stood up and put his cock through it certainly would not have felt that way. And the way he stroked himself with my fingers touching him lightly at least indicated that he was getting off good enough maybe for the first time with another man - or at least in a way he found acceptable - he stopped the second time his cock quivering but never moved from where he seem anchored and he simply closed the slider after a few minutes.



However this visit my plainly obvious invitation was accepted. He stopped rubbing his cock though still holding it and began to stand up. As did I holding my cock also. His cockhead came through the opening and again the chance to play with cock this time a red pulsing aroused uncut cock was at hand. Wetting my left hand I reached down to his cock while slowly starting to again stroke mine. My hand began sliding around his cockhead wet and slippery pulling him slowly against the wall as it kept circling his cockhead trying to make him lose himself in the lust of his hard cock now stroking down his erect length. Looking down at my hand on a man s turned on cock was an incredible thrill. I began breathing more heavily as my own cock came closer to his irresistibly attracted to feeling his hot sexy rod. Pushing down my right hand and first touching his cock with my own the feeling was beyond fantasy. I rewet my left hand and turned slightly now reaching down to feel my cock against his while sliding slippery fingers against the underside of his shaft pressing it harder against my own rigid cock firmly encircled by my right hand adjusting position until our cockheads were moving against each other in deep male satisfaction.



The feelings were again becoming overwhelming my breathing deeper and louder as we kept rubbing against each other. I stopped quivering on the edge of cumming and he slowly pulled back. I was lost in pure sex and when his hand touched my cock it was perfect neither too soft nor too demanding. He played with me to the brink of another orgasm but after a delightful while I pulled back a bit not wanting to cum so quickly though balanced on a knife edge of desire. This may be a real difference between men and women - men can be teased to a fantastic release frustration leading to glory while women generally appreciate steady stimulation building to climax. Or skipping along with a number of orgasms as my first girlfriend put it - either a single deep orgasm at a time or a number of orgasms like a rock skipping gracefully over the water dipping to the surface in closer intervals until sinking exhausted with pleased satisfaction.



After that short break my hand was again on my cock now feeling his hand as it touched my tight balls and the base of my cock - yet again a touch away from cumming so I stopped moving my hand against my cockhead barely restraining the urge to cum hard and long with a man touching me. He kept moving his hand lower his fingers stroking my sensitive inner thigh his hand and fingers beginning to now pull me to the opening and I lacked any will to resist. My cock followed his into unknowing glory and he started stroking me. I began to moan a seemingly unstoppable trait of mine when that turned on and sank against the wall weak with desire and horniness cheek turned to get as close as possible. But after a minute or two of his stroking it was possible to regain some balance at that level of bliss which meant that pulling back became possible.



The tension between cumming hard and fast and letting the game continue almost tipped into cumming then his hand following my cock making any decision harder slowing me seeing my cock gripped again in his hand. My own hand went again to my hot and turned on rod. Watching his hand move feeling the pleasure that he was causing was incredible - my cock again in the hand of a stranger so good to stroke myself as he did the same. Yet again stopping right at the point of cumming sliding back moving out of his reach as my hands went to my sides. I simply kept leaning back until my back bumped against the far wall settling into a more comfortable position to show off my turned on cock s length.



After a bit turning to give a changing view of hot cock my back no longer slumped bonelessly on the side of the booth. One knee was now on the bench spread wide exposing my ball sack and curly pubic hair and I noticed he was stroking harder. Even that short pause knowing that somebody was getting off from my own excitement was almost too much and the response was to place a hand on my cock to guide the increasingly overwhelming feeling. The other hand was now holding a few folded paper towels a mere practical afterthought in the rush of lust and desire. At this point slowly stroking the entire length was the best way to calm myself even if it would soon become something so wonderfully beyond control.



I kept standing showing off my cock near the hole with the stroking ever more unstoppable. And then he started to pant himself his own fist stroking so good his orgasm unstoppable. Seeing and hearing him jack off I just kept stroking lusciously as he started to cum starting to lose myself in my own flood of liquid orgasm my back again against the far wall supporting me while just pumping into space drops of cum beyond control as I was eyes opening and closing to the rhythm of my fist against my cockhead and pulsing balls the sound of cum splashing becoming the perfect coda to the unrestrained experience of enjoying a man sexually.



Slowly returning from another fantastic peak practical details slowly grew in awareness. We had both cum and cleaning up was part of the basic routine. Not much cum ended up in my casually held towels and he had simply spurted without concern - as I had other times abandoned in orgasm uncaring about trivial things. Not worrying about practicalities is another real attraction of a glory hole until reality intrudes after that enjoyable interval where nothing matters except sex. Occasionally cleaning semen is another part of that male game - cleaning is easy enough to do and the scent is not unattractive itself.



Recently though the glory hole has been more empty than not - seems like it may be time to start seeking other opportunities. Porn theatres remain a barely explored terrain though.

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Julie s Fantasy

You my sweet wife Julie have occasionally shared some of your fantasies with me in moments of post coitus intimacy. It seems to be our time together when we share our most inner secrets and sometimes hidden desires.



One which has come to the surface several times over the past few months is a scenario of you watching me make love – not just participate in having sex – but truly making love to another man while you watch. You claim to have had erotic dreams about this and would love to experience it in real life. I have to admit to some serious reservations in the matter. For one I don t know of any male friends (I don t have that many in the first place) who would be so willing Secondly just how far did you expect this to go – oral anal?



After much discussion and as I realized this was really a deep seated wish of yours I knew I could never refuse you anything – that is the depth of my love for you. So we started to work out the details.



As to the man Julie assured me this was no problem. You have a very good friend Guy (pronounced as the French do since he was from Quebec) from your former workplace. This was a younger man (likely in his mid 40 s) very good looking and who happened to be gay. I had met him at some social events Julie and I had attended and he was my height and build and not at all flashy or feminine in his gestures. Frankly if Julie hadn t told me I never would have assumed anything but heterosexual.



When I asked you my love what made you think that Guy would be interested in your little plan you told me that on one of our latest meetings he had taken you aside and commented to the fact that if you weren t in my life he would want to try for me himself apparently he was turned on by my more mature look and white hair. Go figure!



Although I had only had one bi experience before (the one you had arranged with your twin brother as a surprise for me) I had to admit the idea of you watching and being turned on while I made out with another guy could be exciting. However I did have misgivings and needed a little time to consider.



After you gave me a couple of days you raised the subject again this time after exhausting me totally in a three-hour session of lovemaking. I was weakened but more intrigued by the idea so I agreed to let you organize it.



You told me that you had already arranged for Guy to come over to our place for a dinner on the following night pretty presumptuous of you I thought. However you ensured me that it was only dinner and wine and quiet interaction to see if there was any chemistry on my part. If not Guy would leave and there would be no ill will. This I could agree to and we fell sleepily into each other s arms for the night.



The next day at work dragged by I couldn t get the mixed feelings of trepidation and anticipation out of my mind. One moment I was getting cold feet and the next I found myself fully erect and aroused at the thought. Truly a day of confused thoughts!



I arrived home about six to find both you and Guy in the kitchen laughing as you worked on the preparation for dinner. I stood quietly for a moment leaning on the doorframe and watched the interaction between the two of you. You were obviously good friends and comfortable in each other s company so that would certainly make this evening flow better – if it is to happen. I coughed lightly to get your attention and you ran into my arms to give me your usual warm sexy greeting.



As we turned together to Guy you re-introduced us and we shook hands warmly. His grey eyes flecked it seemed with flashes of gold were mesmerizing and I had a hard time turning my face from his. It seemed like an eternity until we parted hands and our eyes unlocked from each other. There was definitely something there and I felt a flush of excitement flow through me.



The three of us quickly finished the preparation of the meal as I pulled two bottles of Chablis from the wine cooler. Over dinner we exchanged banter and stories until we were all feeling very relaxed together. Guy had many interesting stories of his younger years growing up in Quebec and his accent still hung in after more than 20 years away.



After dinner we shared cleanup duties and soon retired to the living room where I put on some soft relaxing music and brought another couple of bottles of wine to relax out inhibitions further. I took you into my arms and we danced closely and necked as Guy watched. After a few moments we turned towards the sofa and held our arms open to him and as he came into the fold we three swayed together. For the first time in years I felt the light touch of another man s lips brush mine it was electric! Your lips followed and soon it was a continual rotation of exchanges of kisses mostly between Guy and me while you leaned back and smiled.



Soon you led us each into our bedroom where you circled the room lighting each candle in turn. Within a few moments we were bathed in that flickering of two-dozen fragrant candles. You moved towards me and drawing Guy with your hand you both started to undress me. As my shirt was unbuttoned you moved across my exposed skin trailing soft kisses and licks. My nipples came into view and were soon administered so much attention that I found my hands twisted in both your hair pulling you closer and urging you to suck and bite me a little harder. My moans gave away the extent of my arousal as did my rock hard cock hanging down my pant leg.



I heard the rustle and snap as my belt and pants were undone and looked down to see Guy on his knees pulling my slacks and briefs over my hips. He had to have seen the stain on the pant leg where my precum had leaked through! As I felt the cool air on my exposed cock I felt my shirt being pulled down my arms and looked sideways into your blazing eyes. You were already getting excited at what was going to happen!



Guy slipped off my shoes and socks and then eased my slacks over my feet and through them to the side. Magnifique! he murmured as the first sight of my fully erect cock flowing with precum tapped him on the lips. His tongue snaked out to capture the dripping juices and drew them into his mouth for a first taste. He grinned in appreciation as he stood again before me and started to undress. My darling wife had other ideas! You slapped his hands aside and you and I proceeded to slowly expose his heated skin. Like myself his body was mostly hairless which was a turn-on for me – I do not find furry men attractive at all and would likely have been turned off had he been that way. Of course you my darling share the same feeling for clean men and we both enjoyed tasting each exposed inch of Guy s body. His nipples were even more sensitive than mine and grew to almost a ¼ inch when hard. As we each sucked hard on a raised nub I ran my hand down Guy s leg to check out his package .



Very impressive! I guessed about the same 7 as mine but thicker so I was starting to get really excited about seeing what was in store for me. I dropped to my knees and quickly yanked down his jeans – he was wearing no underwear – and his cock hit me in the chin as it leaped free. Wow! was the best I could do as I wrapped my hand around its mighty girth. I could feel the blood pulsating through the veins as he filled up with his own arousal and my lips moved as if on their own to lap at his precum. The taste was salty yet sweet I loved it!



I stood and we embraced for another kiss. Our well-lubed cocks brushed against the one another and we both groaned and shuddered with the feeling. Walking towards the bed hand in hand we turned to look for you. Your clothes were lying on the floor and you had pushed the plush padded armchair from the corner of the room close to the bed. Seated in the chair your legs splayed over each arm your one hand was tracing lazy circles around a nipple while the other rested over your mons moving in slow circles. You nodded and spoke for the first time since we arrived in the bedroom Please make love to one another?



I pulled Guy onto the centre of the bed and lay over him as I kissed him deeply for the first time. His mouth opened to mine and our tongues enmeshed and duelled for the upper hand. As we sucked each other s tongues our groins were moving together and you could hear the slapping and wet noises as two hard precum covered cocks moved together. Guy rolled me onto my back and turned into a 69 over me. Before I reached for his dripping cock over my face I turned to you and saw you watching me fixedly as your mouth was open. Your fingers were buried in your cunt and furiously rubbing your clit. I could hear your cries of an orgasm striking you as I grasped Guy s rigid member and took to tip into my mouth just as he dove onto mine.



I reached up to grab Guy s firm ass to bring him down to me closer so I could get my mouth around that bulbous head. It was glistening and inviting and I became engrossed in trying to swallow as much of him as I could as I felt my cock fully engulfed in his warm mouth. He was bobbing up and down on me by now and slowly fucking my mouth as I wrapped my arms around his narrow hips. The timing of his strokes into me matched those of his mouth on my own cock and the tension of holding off cumming became overwhelming.



I was so turned on and the cries of Yes! Oh God yes! Suck those magnificent cocks for me! coming from you were driving me to the point of no return. I lunged upward with my hips as I pulled Guy deep into my mouth as I felt him swell in size and then we filled each other with overwhelming amounts of man cum madly trying to swallow as much as possible! I couldn t believe that either he or I could produce so much cum it spilled out of my mouth even though I swallowed what seemed like pints of it. The thick syrupy flow down my throat was such a turn-on it seemed to drive me to cum over and over!



Finally we fell to the side and licked each other clean. I was amazed at Guy s staying power he was still hard as a rock! He wasn t all that much younger than I but obviously enough to do the trick. As he licked along my own still semi-erect cock he carried some in his mouth to thoughally lube my ass hole. I knew what was coming next and I became hard with the thought.



He helped me to my knees and pressed my head to the pillow turning my head to the side so I could see you as you came down from your latest orgasm. I could feel Guy s long thin fingers as they slid into my relaxed ass. I was fully prepared for this so I was feeling no tension at all with the prospect of his cock inside me I knew only that you would be so turned on by the sight that you would be insatiable later.



I heard the tear of a condom being opened and as I watched Guy climbed off the bed and walked over to you. You reached out your cum covered fingers and first licking the end of Guy s cock and whispering Be gentle with my lover you rolled the condom slowly down his pulsating shaft.



I felt the bed shift as Guy mounted it behind me and I kept my eyes locked on yours as I felt the first probe against my sphincter. I forced myself to relax and tried to bear down to open myself for him until I felt his massive head slip inside me. My god! The pain was unbearable but I knew I had to have him all inside me!



With ever increasing pressure Guy slid deeper inside me my God how full I felt! The pain quickly changed to pleasure as I felt the pulsating shaft through the thin membrane of the latex condom on the insides of my anal passage. I squeezed his cock with my inner muscles as I felt his slow strokes filling me to the core. As his cock reached its full penetration I felt it massaging my prostate and the precum gushed forth from my straining cock to the sheets below me.



As his hands gripped my hips he started to increase his strokes - long and deep – until he was pistoning me like a madman. I was returning the movements to meet him halfway as I screamed out Fuck me! Oh please fuck me harder! I want to feel you fill that condom!



You were matching my cries for release as your hands were a blur with both buried to your wrist in your streaming pussy. As Guy screamed that he was cumming and I could feel the condom fill to almost bursting I spilled my own seed on the bed as you came in multiple orgasms. It was an amazing experience.



Slowly after some minor aftershocks Guy slid out of me and rolled me to the side to kiss me tenderly. Then he rose from the bed and tossed the condom in the wastebasket beside our bed and passed by your exhausted body on the way to the bathroom to shower. He leaned down and kissing you on the cheek whispered just loud enough for me to hear Thank you Cherie it was great!



I reached out for you and you crawled out of the chair and stumbled to the bed falling in beside me as I pulled a sheet over our exhausted and sated bodies. Just as we were drifting off Guy came back into the bedroom quickly dressed and leaned over to give us each a deep kiss of thanks. He quietly left our room and we heard his car start up and pull from the driveway.



As you turned to face me in my arms all you could say as you drifted off into a deep sleep was Thank you my darling husband for fulfilling my fantasy! Then silence except for the sound of your steady breathing the feel of your warm breath on my shoulder. Then darkness as I slipped away into my own dreamland.

Two bi boys fuck a straight girl and each other after having too much to drink!

Copacetic Persuasion Ch. 01

Copyright Jamison June 2007



The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.



This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.



Author s note: Be advised Reader this story is about a bisexual male relationship and contains homo-hetero erotic scenes so chapters will be in both this category and Erotic Couplings when appropriate.



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I continued to satisfy myself alternating my spanks with my thrusts with my breath raging in my chest. I couldn t hold out for any longer Mon Dieu! I m coming Announcing I was I screwed down nut deep and he flexed on me powerfully as my orgasm wracked my body. Jeesus fuckkkk. Weak and deflated I fell on top of him struggling to catch my breath.



Damn. That was . . . he started crawling from beneath me and rolling onto his side facing away from me. That was amazing.



I m not done with you yet I hooked an arm around his waist and snuffed the base of his neck at the short dark blond curls that were now even darker with sweat. Not by a long shot.



I made good on that promise too fucking him again until the fire died and we both passed out from shear exhaustion. The sun-rays peeped through the windows shined in my eyes and woke me. Yawning I stretched and felt how sore I really was because I d worked-out some muscles I ve never used before. Without disturbing Tristen I left the warm cocoon we created with skin-on-skin body heat and pulled on my clothes. Reluctantly I left him sleeping on the bearskin rug curled under a patchwork quilt and decided I would see him again. I quietly shut the door behind me.

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Black Gay Man in America

Hello there. My name is Steve Victor. I m a young black man living in Boston. I attend Boston College and I major in engineering. One of these days I aim to have my own company. You don t make much money or get much glory while working for other people. I d love to see my name on the office door or the company logo. That s why I m busting my ass in college right now. Life is not easy for a young black man in college but I manage. I m working towards the future you know? Got to keep my head up and do what I got to do!



Even a hard-working young black man like myself needs his distractions every now and then. That s why I got my men know what I mean? People say I m gay but I just say no way! Alright fine. I will admit that sometimes I ve liked certain young men and I ve played with them. What can I say? I like men. Occasionally. My favorite kind of man is the good-looking black-skinned muscular thugs I sometimes see in the hood. I have a special interest in these studs. One of them is my favorite lover right now. His name is Stanley Madison.



Stanley is a tall muscular black hunk. He s sexy as hell. He s got a bad rep in the hood. Everybody knows this dude is a straight up gangster. He s had beef with the cops. Nobody messes with him. Dudes respect him. Bitches respect him too. He s a real roughneck. If you re a pimp or a whore you pay tribute to the man who runs the show. Stanley is the champ around these parts. Nobody dares to muscle in on his territory. He s got money. He s got power. He s got respect.



Stanley is going out with Mercedes Brown one of the finest-looking bitches in the hood. Mercedes is a tall brown-skinned honey with long black hair a firm athletic body and a fine round behind. This chick was the envy of dames from here to Calcutta. Yeah she was fine. Mercedes was Stanley s girlfriend. His main squeeze. They were the golden couple in the hood. The roughneck and his down ass chick. Yeah everything seemed perfect. Problem is that sometimes there s trouble in Paradise.



There is a different side to Stanley which the world doesn t know about. He may be a good-looking black stud and a straight-up gangster but he still had some interests which weren t exactly mainstream. The guy s a bisexual alright? Stanley liked his bread buttered on both sides. He liked both men and women. He was very much into the love that dared not speak its name. Yeah he liked the men just like me.



Stanley was a sexy and dangerous bad boy. Just the way I liked them. We met at a restaurant once. Our eyes met and without a word being spoken I knew that he was just like me. Stanley the sexy black gangster who ruled the hood was a queer just like me. I smiled and put the moves on him. The dude didn t resist me. We went to the bathroom and he fucked me like sex was going out of style. Stanley simply dropped his pants and shoved his cock into my mouth. I sucked him off. The brother had a long cock and balls the size of apples. Damn! I sucked him off like there was no tomorrow. When he came in my mouth I drank his seed. When I was done I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and smiled at him.



Stanley stared at me. He looked relieved. The gangster was seriously good-looking up close. That s when he did something real extreme. He grabbed me by the neck and told me that if I ever told anyone that he let me suck him off he d kick my ass. I looked at this sexy bad boy. Yeah he was hot. Yeah he was dangerous and nobody wanted to mess with him because he was a bad-ass motherfucker but I was nobody s bitch. I m a tough man when I ve got to be. I told him to get his hands off me and then let him know that I didn t take crap from nobody. I also told him that although females found him sexy as hell well-hung gay black men were a dime a dozen in the hood and I didn t fancy him as much as he thought I did. With thatВё I walked away.



I could tell that Stanley was surprised. He watched me go without saying anything. This gangster ruled the hood. Pimps prostitutes drug peddlers and junkies all of them feared him. He was the king of the hood. However I was a gay black man. I was used to having the whole world against me. Men and women simply couldn t stand the black homosexual. When a man messed with me I took him down without hesitation. Hell if a psycho chick came after me I d take her down just the same way I would take a man down. I don t play. I value my life highly. If you can t stand the heat stay the hell away from the outspoken gay black stud alright?



Stanley followed me into the parking lot and apologized. I stared at him. I smiled. Then we shook hands. That night he invited me to a motel and we fucked and sucked like sex was going out of style. It was a lot of fun. Stanley had twelve inches of long black dick and he was also uncircumcised which is the way I like my men. He had me on all fours and thrust his cock deep into me. I screamed in sheer pleasure as he fucked me passionately. Later we lay on the bed panting. It was the start of a beautiful relationship.



Stanley and I had our thing going on in secret. We d meet in motel rooms at night and sometimes he d come to my place. My dorm room at Boston college was pretty far from Roxbury and Dorchester the towns where Stanley s underground criminal empire was based. Yeah we were together for a long time. He was alright folks. Everybody in the hood thinks he s a ruthless bastard. He can be and in the world in which he lives he s got no choice. In the hood a man has to be hard in order to survive. With me Stanley was cool. He was unbelievable nice. You wouldn t believe a bisexual gangster from the hood liked poetry would you? Yeah that s what I thought.



I graduated with a degree in engineering. I started working for Anderson Blake a famous black architect as part of his team. Anderson was a good man. I even met his wife Darlene Blake a professor of science at U-Mass. They were both good people. I got myself an apartment in the Back Bay. Stanley became a frequent visitor in my place. I think I ve fallen in love with him. His girlfriend Mercedes is no longer in the picture. He ditched the high-maintenance bitch a long time ago. I wish Stanley could live with me. In the open. Of course he can t do that. The black community isn t ready to accept two black gay men living together.



Sometimes things were tense between Stanley and me. Running a criminal empire wasn t easy. There were employees to keep track of. Deals to be made. Politicians to be bought. Stanley was under a lot of stress. Still he was my man and one day he bought me a gold necklace with his initials on it and told me that he loved me. I told him that I loved him too. It was weird you know? I was becoming a very successful man in the business world. Being a successful and powerful black man in America is not easy. Still it would be better if I had someone to share it with. I was out in the open as a gay black man which saddened all the good-looking black businesswomen I met.



I also met lots of rich gay men of all races. Many of them came onto me. Stanley and I had a fallout for a time and I began dating a good-looking black lawyer named Richard Stanford. Richard was sexy cool great company and completely comfortable with his lifestyle as an openly gay black man living in America. For a time I was happy. Richard was a good man. But he was nothing like Stanley. How I missed my passionate Stanley. For a time Richard and I were together but we lacked passion and our work schedules made our relationship difficult. We agreed to a separation. I thought about Stanley a lot during these lonely nights. Especially as I lay on my bed all alone. I didn t see him for a long time. The next time we saw each other was at Copley Mall. I was having dinner with Richard along with Rachel a lady friend of ours when I saw Stanley.



There he was the sexiest black man alive. Stanley looking sexy as hell in a black leather jacket red shirt and blue jeans. The ultimate Hip Hop stud. Damn he looked sexy! I saw both men and women checking him out. He looked sexy daring and dangerous. Middle-aged women and men alike licked their lips as they checked out this masculine fantasy symbol. I smiled at him. He smiled at me. He did something which was very surprising. He strode into the restaurant and walked up to us. I stood to greet him. I held out my hand smiling at him. Stanley did not smile. Instead he put his arms around me and kissed me.



Although I was beyond shocked at this point I kissed him back. I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him. My wonderful sexy black man. Stanley smiled and winked at my friends. Rachel my friend from the firm stared at Stanley gawking. Richard looked at him somberly. I introduced Stanley to my friend and to Richard. Richard stared at Stanley. Stanley looked at Richard and smirked. I couldn t help but smile. Stanley smiled at both of my guests and told them that he was borrowing me for a time. Then he led me away from them. Guess what? He did something which he had never done before. He held my hand!



I wondered where he was taking me. Keep in mind that while he was a mystery man he always came right out and said whatever it is he wanted to say. Stanley told me that a lot of things had happened since he last saw me. He was seriously considering leaving the trade forsake his criminal lifestyle and live as a free man honest with himself. He also told me that he thought I might want to be in this future which he envisioned for himself. Smiling I kissed him. What do you think my answer was? Yes on all counts!

Two sweet young gay boys having fun in a swimming pool

When Darkness Falls Pt. 1 Ch. 01

Part One

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Chapter One



A brisk breeze blew across the lawn and Jordan tugged his jacket closer. He hunched down inside it mumbling various curses he had acquired over the years. If anyone in his clan had heard him they would have died of shock. Jordan chuckled. What did they expect? Did they expect him to just settle into a normal life in the human world without picking up the annoying bad habits of humans? Jordan knew better. Hell his sister was worse having gone through several legal hoops to marry a Marine.



It was late autumn and despite having lived in the outdoors for so long Jordan was never this cold. Then again trees always did provide the warmth his people sought in the colder months. Now he was stuck simply trying to exist once winter set in. Sure he had an apartment with all its usual amenities but there were no trees. No evergreens for Jordan to climb and sleep in no evergreens to provide the needed life for an elf in the dead of winter.



Here he had only the dying remnants of his beloved oaks as they stood sentinel along the walkway leading the way from the Liberal Arts building to the parking lot. Yes he had a car too and he was getting better with it. He could drive like any adult human could but it was a matter of getting used to moving without walking that he was working on. As he neared the parking lot the green top of his truck loomed over the smaller cars in its row. At least he had been able to find green it was a nice compromise.



Once the truck was running Jordan turned up the heater full blast. He hadn t been gone long enough for the engine to go cold so the heat was a blessed relief from the chill of November outside. As he buckled up Jordan looked up and watched as a group of students crossed in front of his truck. One of the young men looked his way and Jordan swore he saw one eye flutter down in a quick wink. He smiled but the man kept on walking.



Jordan sighed as he put the truck into drive and pulled out. Being an elf in a human world wasn t all it was cracked up to be. Sure some guys winked at him getting his hopes up for the possibility of not having to sleep alone but they never came through. Jordan grumbled. Nothing had changed by moving to the city. Nothing.



Halfway home Jordan realized he still needed to go grocery shopping. That was another thing he still wasn t used to: buying his food. With most of the world s forests disappearing in the name of development and expansion elves had no choice but to move to the cities and take up living as humans do which included buying their food. Although he wasn t quite used to it Jordan realized it wasn t all that bad. Much to his family s chagrin he had developed a taste for such unhealthy things as soft drinks and alcohol. Eating meat was never an issue provided a prayer of thanks to the animal s spirit was said before the first bite was taken.



Jordan paid little attention to the few stares he received as he walked through the grocery store. He had to admit he did feel a little strange pushing around a shopping cart but it must have looked even stranger to those who saw him. Most of the younger ones weren t old enough to remember the first elves. Their parents however were and Jordan often found himself talking about those old days with them. At nearly four hundred years old he remembered quite a bit.



Jordan took his time walking up and down the aisles. It had been longer than he had originally thought since he had last gone shopping. He ran through his groceries at home mentally seeing every shelf in the pantry and refrigerator. Soft drinks were one of his guilty pleasures as was chocolate. Alcohol held its own soft spot in his heart although he hated drinking alone. As he walked through the liquor aisle he snatched up a bottle of white wine and set it in the cart. He knew just who to call to share it with too.



Mommy! It s a elf!



Jordan chuckled and smiled down at the little girl who stood beside him as he looked over the selection of potato chips. Her golden pigtails bobbed up and down on either side of her head as she bounced excitedly. Jordan looked up at the apologetic smile on the child s mother s face.



I m sorry the woman said as she placed her hands on her daughter s shoulders. She s never seen an elf up close.



It s okay Jordan said. It doesn t bother me. He crouched down and smiled at the little girl. What s your name?



Sarah.



Well I m pleased to meet you Sarah Jordan said as he held out his hand. My name is Jordan Shields.



Do you have any brothers or sisters? the little girl asked. Are your ears pointed?



Sarah! The mother s face turned beet-red as she admonished her daughter.



Jordan laughed and pulled his hair back to reveal pointed ears. They are he said. And I have one sister named Selina.



Wow! The girl s eyes grew wide as saucers as she stared at Jordan s ears.



We have to go now sweetie. Tell Mr. Shields goodbye.



Bye bye!



Jordan watched and waved as the little girl and her mother disappeared around the corner of the aisle. He stood and turned around and just as he started to move his cart forward he ran into someone. He looked up to apologize but ended up laughing instead when he realized the person was only Bobby the only human he trusted implicitly.



It s still really fucking weird to see you grocery shopping.



Jordan rolled his eyes and grinned. Yeah but it s necessary. Didn t expect to see you around.



Bobby fell into step beside Jordan as they walked towards the checkout. Had to go to the doctor this morning.



Jordan looked over at him worry etching across his face. Bobby was always the epitome of health. Why? What s wrong?



Bobby chuckled. Not me. Your sister.



Jordan stopped dead in his tracks. What?



Bobby s grin broke through. Selina s having a baby Jordan. We just found out this morning.



Jordan knew he had to look insanely funny as he stood in the middle of the grocery store with his mouth hanging open. When he finally regained his composure he blinked several times. You re kidding.



Bobby shook his head. Nope. She wanted to tell you herself though so you didn t hear a damn thing from me.



Not a word. Jordan got in line and leaned onto the cart as he waited. You in town for a visit? Or for good?



For a visit Bobby said as he picked up a tabloid newspaper and chuckled. The headline touted a global take-over by gnomes. He set the paper back down and shook his head. Not sure for how long though. Selina wanted to come visit so we ll be here for a little while at least.



As Jordan started putting the groceries on the counter Bobby leaned down and picked up the wine. Jordan didn t bother to look at him he knew how Bobby was switching his gaze between him and the bottle. Jordan pulled the wine from his brother-in-law s hand and set it on the counter. As he watched the clerk scan each item he pulled his wallet out.



What s the occasion for the wine? You never drink alone Bobby asked.



Jordan shrugged. Matt will drink with me. He handed the money to the cashier and pocketed the change a few seconds later.



Among other things Bobby quipped.



Jordan couldn t help but lick his lips slightly at the images Bobby s words brought to mind. Yeah among other things.



You thinking of getting serious with him? Bobby asked as they walked outside.



Jordan looked over at him and laughed. You kidding? I don t think Matt even knows how to spell commitment.



Yeah I ll give you that Bobby chuckled. So why screw around with him then?



Jordan began loading the groceries into the cab of his truck but he stopped long enough to give Bobby a look that clearly said: why do you think? Bobby opened his mouth and then promptly shut it again.



Don t answer that.



Hey Jordan said as he closed the door you asked.



I need to get back home. You gonna come over tonight?



Jordan shoved the cart into the cart return space and climbed up into the truck. If I m not getting laid then yes. Bobby just shook his head. Tell Selina I love her.



Will do Bobby yelled over the rumbling of the truck s engine.



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Once the groceries were put up Jordan collapsed onto the couch with a can of soda in one hand and the cordless phone in the other. He hit number two on speed dial and took a drink.



Hello? a sleepy male voice answered.



Come over. I ve got wine and an empty bed.



What time is it?



Jordan looked at the digital clock sitting on top of the television. Nine. I know it s early but I... He trailed off for a moment falling silent as he closed his eyes. He hated this part. He hated admitting that he needed anything.



Nuff said. I ll be there in about twenty minutes man.



Jordan hung up the phone and leaned his head back against the couch with a sigh. It was one aspect of his kind that not many were aware of: the need for warmth in whatever form they could get it. It was why winter was always so difficult why elves remained physically close to one another during those harsh cold months. It was why Jordan bit back his pride every time he picked up the phone to call Matt. Matt was the only friend Jordan had who knew it went far beyond simple sex. The heat generated would sustain Jordan for a full month so long as he didn t take to standing outside in the middle of the night which wasn t likely. Besides Jordan had to admit the sex was pretty damn good.



Before he realized twenty minutes had passed Jordan heard a knock on the front door. He set his empty can on the coffee table and got up. As soon as he opened the door he found himself pressed against the wall Matt s mouth descending on his before the door could even close.



Jordan groaned and slid his arms around Matt s neck pulling him closer as Matt s tongue slid between his lips teasing him with promises of blissful warmth. Jordan spread his legs as Matt s knee wedged between them pressing hard against his crotch. If there was one thing Jordan loved about Matt it was the man s blatant moves. Matt never wanted to wait until they got to the bedroom. They had known each other for nearly six years and since moving into his apartment Jordan surmised that he been fucked on nearly every feasible surface Matt could find.



Unlike Jordan s thin but strong frame Matt was muscular built like any football player would be. Jordan loved to run his fingers over those biceps over those thighs. He delighted in the way the muscles moved beneath Matt s smooth tanned skin when Matt had him pinned to the bed. Elves weren t built like that. Elves were graceful and thin but just as fit. Jordan loved nothing more than to trace each muscle with his tongue as Matt writhed beneath him.



I want Matt whispered gruffly as he kissed his way to Jordan s neck to watch you come. I want to see you with your legs spread wide open and your cock in your fist.



Jordan shuddered. Dear gods but this man had a way with words. A lack of commitment sucked but the sex with Matt was enough to make up for it for now. Jordan pushed those thoughts away however and concentrated on the muscled thigh pressed tight against his denim-covered cock. Matt s breath caressed his skin drawing another shiver out of him. He clung tightly to Matt s shoulders as his body took matters into its own hands.



Oh yeah Matt groaned as Jordan began rubbing up and down his thigh. Fuck you re sexy when you re horny.



Jordan s head fell back against the wall and a soft whimper escaped him as Matt pressed harder. Sweet shocks of pleasure and pain shot through Jordan s body and he bit at his lower lip as the movements of his hips sped up. Gods he had never been this fucking desperate. Not desperate enough to dry-hump Matt s leg in the living room at least.



Fuck me please. His grip on Matt s shoulders tightened as he continued to rock his hips grinding against Matt s thigh. Please Matt he pleaded. I need it.



The faint sound of a zipper was the immediate answer and Jordan wiggled as his jeans slid down his legs to the floor. His underwear quickly followed leaving him bare to Matt s touch. A large strong hand wrapped tight around his cock taking his breath away as Matt squeezed. Jordan gasped and thrust forward his head swimming with the sweet warm friction of flesh on flesh.



I want you to come for me Jordan Matt whispered close to his lips.



Jordan shook his head closing his eyes tightly to stop that very thing from happening. It had been entirely too long. Not yet. Please not yet.



He heard Matt chuckle which told him that he had no say in the matter. He never did. No matter how much he protested Jordan knew he would give in he always gave in to Matt. A single stroke. A well-placed kiss. Those were all it took. Jordan s cry died out in Matt s searing kiss as his body shook between Matt and the wall. Warmth spilled over Matt s fist yet he didn t stop milking his hand up and down Jordan s shaft. Every stroke brought out another tortured whimper and Jordan dug his fingers into Matt s shoulders.



More Jordan Matt coaxed. If you want it you ll have to work for it.



No more Jordan said breathlessly despite the lingering effects still buzzing through him. He could come again but his legs were growing weak after that first one.



As always Matt was insistent knowing Jordan like no one else did. Jordan felt the first touch of green edging just out of his field of vision. It was something no one else could see but its effects could be felt like a warm summer breeze that carries nature s sounds on it. It was to feel the color green cool and crisp to the touch and to taste the sweetness of the new grasses of spring. That s what Matt wanted. Jordan s elven magic.



Bedroom. Now.



Jordan stepped out of his jeans and led the way to the bedroom. Matt closed the door and moved over to the bed stripping as he walked. He crawled onto his hands and knees between Jordan s legs then dipped his head down without warning licking a trail from Jordan s balls to the tip of his cock. Jordan arched off of the bed curling the sheet into his fists.



Turn over.



Without wasting a single second Jordan did as he was told flipping over onto his hands and knees. It was how Matt liked him how he liked it too. From this position Jordan could jerk off and back up onto Matt driving his fingers tongue cock whatever he put inside Jordan s body deeper.



Jordan sank down and rested his head on his forearms leaving his legs parted and his ass in the air. He shivered when he felt Matt s hands on him caressing his skin slowly slipping a single finger down the crease to tease him. Then Matt gripped his buttocks and spread them apart diving into Jordan s ass with his tongue. Despite knowing what Matt was going to do it never failed to make Jordan cry out in surprise. The movement was sudden and Matt kept his tongue rigid as he pushed it inside. Jordan backed up and ground against Matt s face wanting to feel more wanting to feel something bigger and deeper.



As Matt pulled away slowly Jordan expected a cock to press into him but then he felt fingers. From the stretching of his body he knew Matt had two fingers buried deep inside him twisting and stroking as he slid them in and out. A soft moan escaped Jordan s lips and he rose up onto his hands. He rocked back impaling himself on Matt s fingers as they glided in and out of his body. Gods he needed more. He needed to feel the heat of Matt s body slick with their sweat. He needed the heat of their combined releases warming him inside and out.



Please he begged. Just fuck me. I need this.



He felt Matt pull away and then came the sensation of cool liquid. Matt s fingers slid back inside. Then the fingers were replaced by something larger hard and thick. Impatient and near desperate Jordan backed up impaling himself hard on Matt s cock. The entry was quick and brutal and Jordan cried out fisting the sheet in his hands as his body began to shake.



Feel good? Matt gripped Jordan s hips pulling him back as he ground against him.



Yes! Jordan cried out. Gods yes! He reached under him and started stroking his own cock furiously. Fuck me he ground out through his teeth as his orgasm grew near.



Matt pulled out until only the tip remained then thrust back inside jerking Jordan hard against him. He wound his hand in Jordan s hair holding his head back at a near painful angle. Every thrust he made sent shockwaves through Jordan s body and within seconds Jordan s body went rigid and he cried out Matt s name. Matt made several rapid thrusts before burying his cock deep inside Jordan s body as he came.



The heat was immediate an intense rush of energy that singed along Jordan s spine waking every nerve in his body. A lush warmth enveloped him surrounding him in green brilliance. Only when the light began to fade did Jordan move.



Holy hell. He collapsed onto the bed face first. Matt quickly joined him slipping out and stretching beside him. He stroked his fingers along Jordan s spine and Jordan groaned softly.



Did I break you?



Jordan chuckled. No but damn... He turned his head which was next to impossible considering how limp the rest of his body felt.



I need to get ready for work Matt said. He kissed Jordan s shoulder before sliding out of bed. Jordan could only nod.



Parker and Jess were talking about heading over to Elixir this Friday Matt said from the bathroom. Jordan barely heard him over the sound of running water. Wanna go?



This Friday? Jordan rolled over onto his side with a groan and watched Matt clean up. Yeah I guess so.



When is your class today? Maybe we can catch each other for lunch. Matt turned off the water and tossed the towel into the clothes hamper by the door. He walked over to the bed and sat down stroking his hand slowly over Jordan s cheek.



Two.



You wanna do lunch?



Jordan shrugged and closed his eyes turning his head slightly into Matt s touch. He knew Matt cared about him as a friend and occasional lover but it never went beyond that. He couldn t help but feel the slightest twinge of relief. He cared greatly for Matt as well but he couldn t imagine spending a lifetime--well a human s lifetime--with the university s star quarterback. Matt might be open about his sexuality but commitment was something he simply wasn t into. Jordan sighed and sat up needing more than anything to take a shower.



Yeah we can do lunch. He slid off of the bed and made his way to the bathroom. He felt the soft press of lips on his shoulder as Matt left. When he heard the front door close Jordan closed his eyes. Someday he said to the empty room. I swear I ll find him. Whoever him is.



* * *



Come to Elixir with me.



Jordan sighed and sat down at his desk. The last of his class was filing out of the door leaving him alone with Jessica Merchant. He looked up at the young woman and couldn t help but notice the glimmer of hope in her eyes. I told Matt I d be there Friday.



Jessica looked back to the door as it closed behind the last student then knelt down beside Jordan. Come on Jordan. Parker won t be here until Thursday night and I need to get out of the house.



None of your sorority sisters are into that sort of thing are they? Jordan asked her.



Her gaze narrowed. Are you kidding? They d be too afraid of breaking a fucking nail. Heaven forbid they should be witness to a mosh pit.



Okay I ll give you that Jordan laughed.



Please? There are lots of cute single guys there.



If I really wanted to get laid I d call Matt again Jordan said as he stood. He gathered the essays and slid them into the backpack on the floor. Fine. I ll go but I can t stay out late. I really do need to catch up on my sleep.

Sizzling pics of two good looking twinks ass fucking deep

Glory Display

After a month long dry spell the glory hole has regained its allure somewhere to cum so hard and good while showing off - cocks really do get men off. I have had made several men cum just watching since the first time someone came while displaying myself intentionally wanting to turn a stranger on with my own arousal. That was just a few weeks ago now the idea of getting off together with a stranger my prick positioned perfectly for him to watch me stroke while in turn watching him stroke his own erect cock has become well practiced in reality. The enjoyment includes an honest nostalgia mixed with a certain delight in finding that others are equally entranced by cumming like this. And how easy it is to meet them if not every time visiting.



After high school a friend and I would often masturbate together sharing 70s Playboy Penthouse Gallery Club Hustler and such mags learning a couple of real basic techniques from the other - Vaseline was my shared idea his was Trojan lubricated condoms- We both later enjoyed Vaseline lotion and some real hardcore porn he had found. For a while a third person was also part of our jacking off but the most intense orgasms were always as a pair even if a group does have its own dynamic. We three spent a few months sharing porn and stroke sessions until a point came after lengthening intervals without him it was again just us two.



But something like the first time I fingered my own ass while being seen doing it especially having started first was an introduction to much of the same mixture of intense thrill bordering on fear overcome by the wonderful sensations as occurs when visiting the glory hole. Including the pure joy when he began doing the same thing that day knowing that we would do this again because it was such pure physical joy. This is the point where anticipation and fear begins fueling the pleasure sex freely filling our minds flooding cleanly over all concerns until nothing is left but savoring the approach of our orgasms discovering a new and secret game to play together knowing that our tight and full balls would fill our cocks as we started spurting gloriously white jets of pleasure.



I have no idea if fingering was something my friend learned from me but after having done it a few times alone the idea of letting him see how good it was became easier to imagine until it was simply a matter of time. After getting hot enough I used both hands in the opened Vaseline container and let the Vaseline on my left hand soften and melt between my thighs while rubbing my still somewhat sparsely haired balls. This occasion remains deeply sunk in memory in part because getting worked up enough to actually share such hidden games tugged me along a feeling of straying beyond the allowed even if we had been jacking off together for a couple of years already.



Playing with asses is another intense game discovered in part with someone else - we both preferred two fingers starting slowly but getting faster often moving our hands while stretching against the tightening ring of our now pulsing and stretched assholes feeling two intense sources of pleasure at the same time. Kneeling or squatting with our cocks jutting out or sometimes pushed down towards the floor eyelids fluttering in concentration our panting growing louder than the sound of our hands sliding along our well lubricated shafts the magazines around us no longer the center of focused attention. Certain interests of mine were first explored then and since often satisfied by women. Now after more than a dozen years of marriage I find that men retain their own unique sexual thrill especially when that man is a complete stranger.



We never touched each other then at any time (never even thought of it which is an interesting comment now about how naive younger people can be) though we would get naked together after having first gathered the mags - sex is better nude it seems even when just masturbating. Jacking off when young and so horny is deliciously irresistible a feeling of the forbidden yielding to the tempting enjoyment of a growing cock making thoughts of anything beyond the pleasure impossible.



Learning to share and enjoy orgasms in union came later with women. Though a couple of those early times watching someone with a cock as hard as mine had been very intense with both of us pumping cum knowing we were getting off together. There weren t really any shared looks though - noticing that the other was watching tended to be embarrassing not that we stopped and certainly not embarrassing every time - a hard cock is its own honesty after all. Sometimes a quick glance was made to just confirm that we were both horny for the same reasons making each other hotter when stroking ourselves - like when turning the pages we were both looking at until the pictures were lost in a haze of pure lust. And having new pictures appear when incapable of anything but playing with yourself was a luxury in pre-video/Internet times something to share in turn until we were both pumping so hard that pictures faded before the intensity of cumming.



It had been a cool mid-morning at the end of the week and in a way the swirling thoughts were just teasing myself because after two visits with the gloryhole deserted saying at least three tries before giving up seemed reasonable especially since some of the visits had been among the best orgasms of my life. However it was still a couple of hours until it opened so getting hard and looking at horny pictures was a good way to spend at least some of the time. My cock kept getting longer against my leg almost reaching the end of my shorts. And yes some of the porn was gay and bi (which the gloryhole almost always has playing as a choice) - looking at hard dicks and men so obviously lost in cock pleasure is as hot as a woman with a wet spread pussy getting herself off. Men are so much more obvious about what is getting them off.



It isn t the men that are so hot in gay porn - it is the hard cocks and the hot games they play with each other. Not that women don t obviously cum even in porn - during both deserted visits I got off very pleasurably to a woman clearly getting lost in her own pleasure while playing with herself her mind simply submerged in her wetly glistening pink pussy. Reality porn so to speak - as noted about German porn the women really do look like those in daily life. In this case becoming horny and then orgasming in front of someone who was filming it. Certainly something easily understood from being behind a camera with my wife several times - she too felt a certain thrill in knowing it was for an audience which made her wetter and puffier as she kept enjoying herself - performing such private acts explicitly in front of someone else is a sort of entrancing vice.



As always the drive seemed too long and too short - too long due to the anticipation of my excited state and too short due to the adrenaline which always accompanies the start of such adventures. The sense of the forbidden and unknown is not quite as intense as at the start when just discovering how good getting off with a man was but it remains a powerful part of what keeps luring me back. Even the thought of again having a man be my partner is now just too kinky to resist regardless of how any individual visit turns out.



Arriving at the gloryhole one door was ajar the other of the joined pair shut and it sounded as if porn was playing. Both my step and pulse quickened realizing that opportunity beckoned. After entering the booth I noticed the slider on my side was closed - which would not have made any real difference at this point but getting undressed in private is still more comfortable most of the time. After putting some money in opening my jeans and unbuttoning the bottom buttons on my shirt I sat down and started flicking through the porn - thinking that soon I would be opening the slider and with luck there would be a cock to play with. A cock as horny and turned on as mine also enjoying cumming with a stranger sharing nothing but raw sex.



Sitting on the padded bench holding my thickening cock my left hand moved the slider about a 1/4 of the way - enough to be certain that the slider was open on the other side. And that there were a pair of legs bare like mine in the flickering dimness a recognition which flowed to my cock becoming harder as my closed fist started pumping easily along the shaft until stopping so good against the stiffening ridge of my cockhead making me hornier and rigid getting nicely turned on before opening the slider the rest of the way to see a hard cock being stroked quickly. There was no question about again getting mindlessly aroused by watching a turned on man knowing that I wanted and could have more. But this time the idea of showing off my own cock was a part of the possibilities especially if first I could feel his cock stroking its length in my hand and along the length of my own hot cock. Hot cock to hot cock stroking has completely captivated me several times as precum is as perfect as a woman s own wetness - different male and utterly erotic.



Watching him in the other booth my cock grew completely stiff my hand slowly stroking the entire length from the base of the dark curly pubic bush to the top of the flared cockhead my legs spreading in satisfaction. His legs were equally spread his hard cock being furiously stroked as he watched. Again the fingers of my left hand reached towards the opening this time a couple of fingers going through making it clear that playing with a stranger s cock was something we would enjoy both so obviously horny and interested.



After a while I drew my fingers back and kept stroking myself hoping he would be equally interested in sharing the basic thrill of a glory hole the chance to play with another man s cock. Either way against the wall through the opening helpless in the feelings or watching and touching a new cock so close both ways equally reliable ways to feel pure bliss with a man.



Though there have been times in the glory hole where I have been completely ignored - once with the slider open stroking myself someone came in turned on the porn flicked a few channels and came in about two minutes. Another time the slider also remained open but each time I put my fingers through nothing happened - even the couple of times I actually brushed his arm as he switched channels. That time he was totally hard pants open and kept stroking but never accepted a fairly obvious invitation - twice my fingertips touched his arm the second felt almost embarrassing somehow - though if he had stood up and put his cock through it certainly would not have felt that way. And the way he stroked himself with my fingers touching him lightly at least indicated that he was getting off good enough maybe for the first time with another man - or at least in a way he found acceptable - he stopped the second time his cock quivering but never moved from where he seem anchored and he simply closed the slider after a few minutes.



However this visit my plainly obvious invitation was accepted. He stopped rubbing his cock though still holding it and began to stand up. As did I holding my cock also. His cockhead came through the opening and again the chance to play with cock this time a red pulsing aroused uncut cock was at hand. Wetting my left hand I reached down to his cock while slowly starting to again stroke mine. My hand began sliding around his cockhead wet and slippery pulling him slowly against the wall as it kept circling his cockhead trying to make him lose himself in the lust of his hard cock now stroking down his erect length. Looking down at my hand on a man s turned on cock was an incredible thri