The Shirt On My Back:

It was the Nordstrom menÕs half-yearly sale and the store was a madhouse. I had decided to stop by and check out the dress shirt table. The store usually had some pretty good sale prices on designer label dress shirts and I could justify buying a couple at the discounted prices. With it being the first day of the sale the table with shirts in my size was already quite I mess. IÕd been pawing through the pile for about five minutes when a blue and white striped shirt caught my eye. I stretched across the table to grab it at the same time another hand reached it from the opposite end of the table.

The hand was attached to a very handsome and distinguished looking guy in a dark blue tailored designer suit. His hair was black with just a touch of gray at the temples and I guessed he was about 15 years older than me. His deep blue eyes were framed by a rugged and tan face. I melted when he added a big white smile to the gorgeous face. A large diamond wedding ring was on the hand holding his side of the shirt.

He laughed and said, "I guess IÕll have to flip you for the shirt."
I wasnÕt really paying much attention. Instead, I was engrossed in this fantasy of a man standing across the shirt table from me. I kind of stammered and a "huh?" escaped from my lips.

"Well, I donÕt think we need to fight over this one shirt. IÕll flip you for it," he repeated.

Finally coming back to reality I told him that really wasnÕt necessary and he could have the shirt if he really wanted it. IÕm sure I was drooling as I looked his body up and down. This was one beautiful hunk of maleness. He looked like a Colt model in a business suit. And just my luck - from the wedding band on his finger the guy must be married and straight.

"O.K.., I still think the best way to settle this would be for me to flip you for the shirt. If I canÕt do that, would you let me buy you a drink back at my hotel?"

I agreed to his offer for a drink even though it was only about two in the afternoon. He introduced himself as Paul, went to purchase the shirt and told me he would be right back. In a few minutes he was back at my side with his shopping bag. We left the store and walked a few blocks to the Four Seasons Hotel. We settled ourselves into two overstuffed chairs in the lobby bar and Paul ordered a bottle of champagne from the cute waiter.
While we waited, Paul told me he was in town on business for a few days. He and his wife lived in Chicago. Their two sons were in school at separate colleges on the east coast. As he talked, I realized my fantasy man was turning into a genuinely nice guy and I was really enjoying the visit. The waiter brought the bottle of champagne, opened it and served us each a glass. After two glasses of the bubbly my thoughts of lust and passion had been erased. That was when Paul shocked me by asking if I would like to go up to his room.

IÕm sure I had a stunned look on my face. I was really confused now. Just when I had put my fantasies of having sex with this guy out of my mind, he asks me to his room? I vocalized my confusion by saying, "But I thought you were happily married."

Paul rested a hand on my knee and responded with, "I am happily married. My wife and I have an understanding. When she is out of town on business she can have her boyfriends. When IÕm out town, I can have mine."

With that, he picked up the bottle of champagne, helped me out of the chair and we headed for the elevator. We went upstairs to his suite. When we were in his room he began removing his clothes. I automatically did the same. Facing away from me, he removed his boxer shorts to reveal a beautiful ass with an all-over tan. As he turned around the light from the window reflected off his salt and pepper chest hair. Jutting straight out from his jet black pubic hair was a majestic cock about ten inches in length.

I turned and used a chair for support as I lowered my white briefs. His hand was immediately massaging my ass and he commented about how much he liked my "glow-in-dark" tan line. He turned my body so he could slide his hot cock between the white globes of my ass. He stepped back and grabbed the Nordstrom shopping bag from the chair. Opening it, he pulled out the shirt and began removing the pins holding it all in place. When he was finished unbuttoning the shirt he handed it to me and told me to put it on. I slid my arms into the shirt and draped it over my torso, leaving the buttons undone.

Again, he turned me around and I felt his hands lift up the tail of the shirt at about the same instant his lips touched my ass. Rubbing his hands up and down my legs, he continued to plant kisses all over my bubble-butt. Then a tongue began licking my crack. I positioned myself over the arms of the chair and spread my legs as fair apart as I was able. He pushed his face into my ass and began eating my hole. One of his hands came around to grasp my dripping cock. His thumb slid across the head collecting the precum to use as lube for stroking my pulsing meat.

He stood up and guided me to the bed, where I laid face down. With hands on my hips he lifted my ass to again bring it in contact with his lips and tongue. Then, with one foot on the bed and the other on the floor, he brought the tip of his shaft to my pucker and began to gently push it into my wet hole. I was making a conscious effort to contract the muscles of my anal wall and pull him further into me. His coarse pubic hairs were tickling the sensitive rim of my asshole when he suddenly pulled his meat out of my ass and rammed it violently back into me. With that, I began to get the fucking of my life from this incredible sexy and masculine stud.

Within minutes sweat was dripping from both of us. He repositioned his body, without missing a single pistoning beat, and flipped me over on my back. Holding my legs in the air, he continued to pound in and out of my ass. With a little readjustment he was able to take my cock into his mouth and give me incredible head while still fucking me silly. I could hold back no longer and the first blast of my spunk hit the back of his throat. He drank and sucked every drop out of me - all the time keeping up his relentless plunging into my guts.

Again, he flipped me over and got our bodies into a "doggie-style" position without ever pulling out of me. Every muscle in his body tensed, and I could feel his cock grow larger within me, just before he began grunting like an animal and let his load loose inside my burning asshole. The sensations caused me to shoot another blast of cum onto the bedspread and my own face.

With the new shirt between our bodies, we collapsed onto the bed with his drained prick still up my ass. He began licking the sweat off my neck and his tongue snaked into my ear. Nearly out of breath, he panted, "The shirt is yours to keep, I told you IÕd flip you for it."

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Champagne Surprise

When in any bar, gay or straight, I love to watch people without them being aware. ItÕs fun to try to figure out the stories of their lives and those of the people they are with. On this night, from across the smoky and noisy bar, I immediately noticed the two guys who seemed to be arguing about something. Every few moments they would glance my way and again resume their disagreement. I did my best to not be blatantly obvious about my interest in what was happening.

The angrier of the two was blond and beefy. His massive biceps and bulging pecs stretched the fabric of his white T-shirt to the limits. The shirt was tucked into a pair of belted 501s; worn thin in all the right places. A pair of old snakeskin cowboy boots finished off the tempting package.

The guy with him looked like the All-American boy-next-door. Incredibly handsome, he was on the verge of almost being pretty. His skin was smooth and tan. His teeth so white they seemed to glow in the dim light of the bar. He actually reminded me of some of my fraternity brothers with his clean-cut good looks. He looked a bit out of place in his button-down Polo dress shirt, khakis and loafers. Looks can be deceiving and I figured this one could have a real nasty streak. Little did I know I was going to find out personally.

The argument came to an abrupt end with the hunkier of the two shoving the "pretty boy" and stomping out of the establishment. The other guy took a deep breath and headed across the room directly to me. He stuck out a hand as he approached and said, "Hi, IÕm Tim. Can I buy you a drink?"

I was somewhat stunned, but answered, "Sure, a gin and tonic."
He was back in a few minutes with our drinks and after a couple of awkward moments I asked him what the big argument with his friend had been about.

"Oh, heÕs not a friend. That little performance was my lover at his best. He gets that way whenever we go out to a bar. And that particular fight was about you."

I almost choked on my drink. "Excuse me. What do I have to do with an argument between you and your lover?"

"Well, when we came in I noticed you and made some comment about you being an attractive guy. Scott got all bent out of shape. When he left he told me to go after you if I wanted you that bad. I told him I intended to do just that."

Still amazed, I listened to Tim as he explained all about his less than ideal relationship with Scott. After lots of stories and a couple more drinks I was beginning to feel like a counselor instead of someone this guy wanted to pounce on. A half hour later Tim suggested we go somewhere else and I agreed. I thought a change of scenery would do us both good.

In the parking lot we agreed to just take one car and I got into TimÕs BMW. His hands were immediately in my crotch, kneading my balls and shaft. He struggled to unzip my pants and his face dove into my white briefs. My stiff prick was getting a good soaking through the fabric when Tim yanked my cock out of the fly and took the entire eight inches into his throat. All I could do was hang onto the dashboard for dear life as his mouth worked my meat.

I was about to blow a load when Tim came up for air and suggested we go to my place. I didnÕt even bother putting my cock back in my pants as I gave him directions to my house, just a few blocks away. We pulled into the driveway and up to the side kitchen door. With my hard prick still sticking out of my fly, I got out of the car, fumbled with my keys and got us quickly into the house.

Tim fell to his knees and was again slurping on my cock. I lifted him up by the shoulders and kissed him. He broke away long enough to ask if there was anything to drink in the place. I told him I always keep a couple bottles of champagne in the fridge for "special" occasions. This certainly fell under that classification for me.

I kicked off my shoes and stepped out of my pants. Here I was entertaining someone I didnÕt even know in my kitchen wearing nothing more than briefs and a T-shirt. As I got a couple glasses from the cupboard I could hear Tim shuffling out of his clothes. I turned around and the sight was beautiful. He was bending over to pull his boxers off over his feet and the most gorgeous ass was staring right at me. The perfect bubble-butt was brilliant white, in contrast to his tan elsewhere, and totally hairless. His pink pucker was inviting me to an evening of fun and pleasure. He turned around and presented the flip side of a body that defined "swimmerÕs build." Jutting out from a trimmed bush was a long, thick, dripping hunk of meat that was getting harder by the minute.

I handed Tim a glass of champagne and dropped to me knees to catch the glistening drop of nectar mouth with champagne and without spilling a drop was able to take half of his shaft into my mouth. I swished the champagne around his cock and could feel the bubbles explode. I almost gagged as champagne shot out my nostrils.

Both laughing, we moved to the couch in the living room. Between drinks of champagne we kissed, sucked and licked every body part possible. Before long the first bottle of champagne was empty and I excused myself long enough to retrieve the other from the kitchen. The cork ricocheted off the wall as I opened the bottle. Tim was standing in the doorway as I headed back to the living room. He grabbed my stiff prick and led me down the hall to my bedroom. We again filled our glasses and settled on the bed.

Tim took my glass, set it on the nightstand and rolled me over on my stomach. He took a big gulp of his drink and lowered his face to the crack of my ass. His wet lips gently kissed the lips to my asshole. He formed a trough with his tongue and as it entered my asshole I could feel the cold, bubbling champagne flow into my hole. Tim licked, gnawed and chewed at my assring. Every so often his tongue would flutter around the ring of my ass. Then he would plunge it inside me and suck the combination of champagne and natural juices from me.

I wasnÕt prepared when he lifted my torso up off the bed. In a classic "doggie-style" position I expected him to begin fucking my brains out. Instead, he started some serious ass-play. First, with one finger, then up to having four fingers massaging my guts. The emptiness I felt when he removed his fingers turned to surprise when I felt the cold glass rim of the champagne bottle against my ass lips. Still half-full of champagne, Tim slowly and gently worked more and more of the bottle into my rectum. Then he would pull it out until the rings at the neck of the bottle popped out of my ass. In a fast movement he would shove the bottle back into me.

He than began faster in and out movements. Each time the bottle entered my body I could feel more champagne pour into me. The movement of the bottle, and my shoving my ass back to meet it, caused the liquid to bubble more and more. I could feel foam running out my ass to drip off my balls. Tim removed the bottle and again I could feel his hot tongue licking the foam from my balls, ass crack and hole.

I was repositioned on my back, with Tim straddling my body so his throbbing cock dangled above my lips. I opened wide to take in as much of the meat as I could. The bottle re-entered my asshole as Tim took my manmeat into his mouth. He was pistoning his own cock in and out of my mouth in sync with the bottle neck moving in and out of my ass. I felt lost in a fog of sex and man smells.

My ass felt like it was going to explode as the champagne gases expanded within me. Tim, sensing my struggle to not shoot champagne from my ass, pulled his meat from my mouth and got into position to plug my hole with his manly cork.

We were covered with sweat and champagne. I grabbed the headboard with both hands as TimÕs body slid into contact with mine. I could feel the head of his cock as it pressed slowly into me. Then, with one sharp jab, Tim shoved his entire shaft into me and I let out a scream. He began to fuck me like a mad man. Both of his hands were around my cock, pounding me to the beat of his fucking.

We were both close to blasting our juices. I could see and feel every muscle in his body begin to tense up. The liquid in my ass was sloshing around as he entered me harder and faster. I literally saw white light as a stream of white hot cum erupted from my cock, adding to the sweat and champagne covering both of us. He began to grunt as he lost his load into me. Together our contractions caused a shower of warm, bubbly champagne to spray out of my ass, around the plug of prick still lodged within me. We both collapsed exhausted.

We woke to a sticky, sweaty mess. However, getting clean was almost as much fun as getting dirty.

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The Groom-to-be and Me

I answered the classified ad with trepidation. I was married, everyone assumed I had the perfect life and here I was answering an ad from a guy looking to have sex with "bi-curious" men. In the letter to the blind box address I accurately described myself as 6Õ 1", with brown hair, brown eyes, a swimmerÕs build and a great tan � except for my brilliant white ass which was always protected by a Speedo. I drove to the Post Office and was literally shaking as I dropped the letter in the mail chute.

A couple weeks later an envelope with no return address appeared in my post office box. I quickly tore open the flap and a color photograph dropped into my lap. The guy in the picture had striking dark features Ã? and an unbelievable body. From what little he was wearing it appeared as if he were a professional dancer. The enclosed letter explained he owned a fitness club and spent a great deal of his time teaching aerobics. He had always known he was attracted to guys. However, being from one of the wealthiest and most socially prominent families in town did not give him the option of being openly gay. In fact, he was marrying into one of the other "better" families in town the following month.

I could relate to his message. I had also forced all thoughts of possibly being gay into the farthest recesses of my mind. I knew my family would never accept that I could be gay and most likely I would be disowned. That was the last thing I had wanted. Instead, I married my college sweetheart. Although I really did love her, the desire to be with another man was overpowering.
Feeling almost sick to my stomach, I called the phone number in the letter when I got home. My voice cracked as I asked for "Michael." The masculine response on the other end of the line was: "Speaking."

After explaining who I was, and some idle chit-chat, he suggested I come by his gym two mornings later. He said it would not seem unusual to his employees to have someone stop by to visit him at work. I could be an old friend or possibly a new client for his sideline as a personal trainer. He told me that if I were wearing gym clothes I would fit right in.

Two days later I kissed my wife goodbye as she went off to work and I headed for the shower to relax. I was incredibly nervous. As the hot water cascaded down my torso I caught myself running my hands over my chest, stomach and down to my crotch. My cock was twitching with anticipation of what might happen later that morning. I stroked myself, bringing myself to the verge of an explosive orgasm. I suddenly stopped, rinsed off and stepped out of the shower. My prick remained rock hard as I toweled the excess water from my skin.

I caught a glimpse of myself in front of the full-length mirror in the bedroom. I had to admit I looked pretty good. The sharp lines of my summer tanning focused all attention on the smooth white globes of my bubble-butt. I turned around and noticed the V-shape of my chest directed my eyes immediately down to my still-engorged cock. The red of the fleshy pole and my dark, trimmed public hair stood out against the pale vee of my crotch.
I stepped into a black jockstrap and had to pack my cock into the front pouch. A pair of tight yellow Dolphin running shorts were pulled up over the jock, presenting an inviting package from the front or back. I pulled one of my old fraternity T-shirts over my still wet hair and I was ready to go.

After about a ten-minute drive I arrived at MichaelÕs fitness center. The sound of the latest aerobic music and the clanging of weights mixed with the unmistakable aroma of male sweat. A couple of women walked by in their workout gear, looking me up and down as I neared the front counter. The young guy at the desk did the same as I asked for Michael.

From a doorway to the left came an amazing man. His dark tan and black hair made his beautiful smile seem brilliant white. He stuck out his hand to grab mine and gave me a strong firm shake. He was obviously pleased at what he saw as he rounded the counter to join me Ã? and so was I.

"Tony, my friend Jeff and I are going to go look at that site IÕm considering for the new gym. If Tina calls tell her IÕll be back in a couple hours."

The kid behind the desk smiled knowingly as he answered, "Sure, Mike."

We got into his BMW and his hand immediately started rubbing my leg. The mound in my shorts started pushing the fabric to its limits and this didnÕt go unnoticed by my new friend.

Michael pulled out of the parking lot and hit the highway. His hand never left my body. No words were exchanged as we drove through a business district and into an upper-class residential neighborhood. The homes got bigger and more secluded as we went up into the hills. Finally, he pulled into the driveway of a massive Tudor home and stopped. As we got out of the car he explained this was his parentÕs home and they were away in Palm Springs.

The home was incredible. I followed Michael through a huge living room, not taking my eyes off his ass, as he wandered to the oak-paneled bar.

"If you are a nervous as me, I think we both need a drink. IÕll fix us both a bourbon, if thatÕs OK with you, " said Michael.

I kind of grunted in agreement, afraid my voice would squeak if I spoke. I did notice both of our hands shaking as he handed the Waterford tumbler to me.

We sat at the bar sipping our drinks and discussing the predicament in which we found our selves. Both of us were almost to the point of being able to acknowledge we were gay and yet our lives were not in our control. Michael admitted he knew he shouldnÕt be getting married the next month but his life was running away from him like a runaway train at this point.

Suddenly, he leaned over and kissed me. It was a rough, alcohol-laden, manly kiss. Every part of my body, except my hardening cock, went limp as our bodies came together. I couldnÕt believe how incredibly masculine this all felt. I was actually making out with a very hunky man. My hands roamed all over his body, taking in every hard muscle. I lowered them down to his ass, as our faces ground into each other, and could feel the sweat and heat of his crack. One of his hands went up the leg of my shorts and found my hard manmeat trying to break free from the jock. He pulled his face off of mine and pulling me by the filled pouch of my jock began directing me toward the over-sized sofa. Expecting to fall back onto the plush couch, I was surprised when Michael laid me back onto the large glass coffee table.

My shirt was pulled up over my head and the cold glass of the table almost felt refreshing as I was slowly lowered to it. I saw my shoes go flying toward the fireplace as my ass was lifted into the air and the shorts were pulled off my body. Michael stood over me with an almost evil grin as he gazed down on my nearly nude body. He slowly got down on his knees at the end of the table and brought his face down onto the pouch of my athletic supporter. I gasped as his tongue grazed the tip of my cock, which was sticking up beyond the waistband of my undergear. With his teeth Michael began to lower the pouch down the length of my shaft, stopping to nibble and lick all along the way. All I could do was hold on to his head as he munched on my crotch.
With the fabric pouch down around my ball sac, Michael raised himself up a bit and lifted my legs into the air. His tongue found the sensitive skin right where the jockÕs straps met and he spent a great deal of time working it back and forth. Then to my amazement, I began to feel something fluttering around my asshole. Michael was teasing the ring of my hole with flickers from his tongue. I automatically found myself trying to push my ass closer to his face. He then began to dive into my butthole, like a man starving for ass. IÕd never felt anything like it in my life. One of his hands grabbed my hard dick and started pounding it. I finally had to push his head and hand away to avoid blasting too soon.

He came up for air and a kiss. The kiss tasted musky and manly. His body felt like heaven on top of mine. For a moment I was terrified we might break the table. Yet, MichaelÕs lack of concern calmed my fears. He rotated his body around until his dripping meat was right above my face. As I tried to lick the drop of glistening pre-cum from its tip he pulled away and laughed. After several moments of teasing me he allowed his 9-incher to come within range of my thirsty mouth. I sucked as much into my mouth as I could, while he did the same to me. We became lost in flesh, sweat, grunts, moans and pleasure. A finger slid into my ass and all I could focus on was the circular motion it was making inside of me.

Totally relaxed and wet with perspiration we seemed to enjoy each other for an endless period of time. Michael rolled off me and onto the floor. He slid under the coffee table and I twisted onto my stomach to see where he had gone. Beneath me he was smiling and stroking himself. He lifted his head to the glass as I lowered mine and we kissed with the thick clear surface between us. I raised up onto my knees and started jerking off to the same rhythm. Our eyes were locked to each other as we each enjoyed the self-pleasure the other was experiencing.
I lowered my body to the tabletop, wet with body juices, and started to hump the glass. Michael scooted out from under the table and positioned himself behind me. Once again, his face was buried in my ass as his tongue fucked my hot opening. I felt him reposition his body and in one strong, swift movement he was inside of me - all the way inside of me.

For a few moments I was gasping for breath. Michael remained unmoving. I could feel the wiry hairs around his balls against the lips of my ass. Slowly he began to slide in and out of me. All I could think of was the mantra of the childrenÕs story "The Little Engine That Could": " I think I can, I think I canÉ" He increase the tempo just like in the story until he was pounding in and out of my ass.

Suddenly we both kind of jumped as we heard the front door of his parentÕs house slam shut. No matter who it was, we were too far into what we were doing to stop � and Michael again picked up the speed of his animal-like humping of my butt. Even the scream, the blood-curdling scream of the family maid as she walked into the living room, was not enough to make us quit. Sweat was pouring off the two of us, lost in our fucking, as the maid ran from the house crossing herself and cursing in Spanish.

As the door slammed again Michael let out a howl and plunged into me so hard I almost slid off the table. He continued plugging me as I began to shoot off onto the glass beneath me Ã? without even touching myself. Michael slapped my ass as he came again and again with each stroke into my hole. Each spurt from my cock caused the muscles of my asswall to grab his shaft tighter and milk another blast from his guts. Michael slowly began to ease up on the workout he was giving my butt and lowered his hot body onto mine.

With his still hard prick inside me, he hugged me and panted, "Oh, my God!"

"Unbelievable," was my response, "I canÕt believe your housekeeper walked in on us."

Michael laughed and his prod twitched in my raw cavity. "Yeah, she must have really gotten an eyeful."

It was my turn to giggle. "Well, she would have if sheÕd stayed around much longer. How the hell are you going to deal with her?"

Pulling up off of my body Michael said, "When I was a teenager I found out Teresa was her in this country illegally. One day she caught me smoking pot. I told her if anyone learned about it, she was on her way back home. She wonÕt say a word to anyone about today."

He pulled me up off the messy table and I asked if we shouldnÕt cleanup our mess. He laughed again as he pulled me out toward the open-air shower on the patio. "Hell no, why do that when we have a housekeeper."

A few weeks later a photo of Michael and his bride caught my attention as I read the newspaper. My wife walked in as I scanned the item about their wedding.

"Did someone you know get married?" she asked.

"Oh, just a good friend from the gym."

She wandered toward the kitchen and, always the model of proper manners, continued her quiz. "Did you get him a gift?"

"As a matter of fact, I gave him his gift a few weeks ago but I was thinking about calling him to go out for a drink and celebrate."

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The Challenge

It wasnÕt until I was 27 years old that I had ever been fucked in the ass by another man. IÕd given and received blow jobs, and done my share of jerking off with other guys, but I was totally naive and inexperienced about taking it up the ass. In fact, when I first started going to a local gay porno theater to be fascinated by the images on the screen, I actually thought the films of men getting pounded by other guys were created by trick photography. I just knew that cocks as big as those on the porno stars could not possibly fit into something as small and tight as an asshole.

IÕll admit the first time a hard dripping cock broke into my ass it was the most painful thing I had ever experienced. But, just as the guy behind the cock kept telling me, within a couple minutes the pain evaporated into the most pleasurable feeling of my life. Far from being the "sissy" activity we all have been taunted about; taking a big, throbbing, hot cock up the ass is an incredibly masculine experience. From the first time I was hooked and I have certainly had my share of manmeat in my hole.

I do think most gay men, whether they will admit it or not, tend to be "size queens" on occasion - or even all the time. I had always been concerned about my own size until I really started experimenting with men. I never got any complaints. In fact, almost every man I ever had sex with came back for seconds - whether I wanted him to or not. It gave me a lot of confidence socially and sexually with other men.

IÕd heard rumors about this guy Gary for quite a while. Guys from the gym had seen him in the locker room and shower. Some guys from the neighborhood gay bar had even gone home with him. Word got around that his cock was so big it was impossible to give him head. Most guys wouldnÕt even consider letting him try to fuck them because his monster cock could rip them in two. Most often, the men he went home with had to fuck Gary or just jerk him off. I took all the things IÕd heard about him as a personal challenge. Just thinking about it made my butthole wet.
Gary was about 6' 3" with black hair and eyes so dark they almost looked black, too. His hair was medium length, but some of it always was falling down across his forehead. An actor, he tended to dress in his standard drag of faded jeans, a white T-shirt and black leather jacket.

On one typical Saturday night some friends and I went to our usual gay hangout. Standing alone at the bar was Gary, looking kind of like a big "lucky dog" trying to make people think he was a tough guy. He glanced across the room, raised his drink to me and smiled. Little did he know that the friend I was standing with was telling me about going home with him at that precise moment. Tim went on and on about how BIG his cock was and the most amazing thing was it actually got as hard as steel. He commented on how most guys would pass out from that much blood leaving their brain to pump up another body part. It was then that I took GaryÕs cock as a personal challenge. I wanted that thing in my ass! I raised my glass to Gary and smiled back.

As the evening went on my friends got bored with the bar and wanted to move on. I wanted to stay - and take on my challenge - but I didnÕt want my friends to know I planned to hit on Gary. He watched as my friends and I left. I winked at him and walked out the door. When we got to the parking lot everyone agreed to meet at another bar. Except me. I lied, saying I had an early morning appointment and had better head home. As soon as my friendsÕ cars left the parking lot I headed back into the bar.

Gary was just walking out the door by himself. He looked surprised to see me coming back in and asked "Oh, did you forget something?"

I explained I really didnÕt feel like going to another bar with my friends and wasnÕt quite ready to go home. He immediately asked me if I was ready to go to his home, which was just a few blocks away. Not being a fool, I quickly agreed. Within five minutes we were at his place. As soon as we were in inside he pushed me up against the wall and kissed me roughly. Without speaking we began removing our clothes as he guided me to his bedroom. By the time we were standing by his bed both of us were completely nude with our dicks pointing toward the sky.
I couldnÕt do anything but stare at his cock. The thing was HUGE! It had to be a good 11 1/2 inches long and as big around as my wrist. The purple head looked like the size of a tennis ball. And it was HARD! Most really big cocks IÕd had the pleasure of enjoying never got totally hard. This was definitely going to be a challenge.

The next thing I knew we were on the bed with Gary deep throating my 8-incher. I had both hands his veiny pole jerking him off. I couldnÕt begin to get the thing in my mouth. (Have you ever tried to put a tennis ball in your mouth?) However, I did my best licking the thing and mouthing his balls. Both of his hands were deep massaging my ass. Every once in a while a finger would tease my asshole. We were a tangle of arms, legs, fingers, mouths, tongues and cocks. This guy was incredible.
Gary came up for air. "YouÕve got a great ass. IÕve noticed you down at the beach in your Speedo. IÕd really like to fuck you."

He had to know how much I wanted him inside me. I admit the thought terrified me. I really didnÕt know if I could handle the thing. He must have recognized my hesitation because he began telling me about not many guys allowing him to fuck them because of their fear of being physically hurt. He told me most of them just werenÕt willing to take the time to truly relax and prepare themselves for an incredible experience. I think his "actor's voice" had a soothing and calming effect on me. I rolled on my stomach and Gary began giving me the most incredible massage I had ever experienced.

He spent a lot of time concentrating on the globes of my ass. I felt him bend down and begin kissing my butt. The kisses were followed by a tongue wetting my crack and circling my asshole. His tongue entering my assring caused a loud moan to come from my lips. He withdrew his tongue and it was replaced by a finger covered with a cold lubricant. The lube seemed to heat up as it was rubbed into my hole. As I got more relaxed I felt another finger enter me. It was followed by a third, and a fourth. It felt as if he was massaging the inside of my ass. My own cock had never been this hard, but I felt so relaxed I didnÕt even make the effort to reach for it and found myself gently humping his bed.

Gary laid down beside me and rolled me over on my left side. Lifting my leg, he placed his throbbing meat along the crack of my ass. With one hand he kept rubbing my head, my face, my pecs, my abs and my cock. It was an amazing experience. With his other hand he grasped his cock, moving it back and forth across my puckering hole. Each time it moved across the opening he pushed in gently into me a bit more.

He was licking the inside of my ear and whispering "take a deep breath, relax and enjoy" over and over as if it were a mantra. I felt like Jell-O in this man's power and the most relaxed I ever been with another individual.

Suddenly, he pushed hard with his groin and I felt as if all the wind had been knocked out of my lungs. I tried to scream but no sound came from my mouth. The entire time his hands were roaming over my body and he was placing little kisses on my face, neck and back. He began to slowly rock back and forth. With each rocking movement a little more of his flesh disappeared into my ass. The pain was gone. In its place was an intense warmth and feeling of joy. Tears were running down my face. But they werenÕt tears of pain or sadness. Gary turned my head and licked the saltiness from my cheeks.

I lost all sense of time and surroundings. By this time I could actually feel his wiry pubic hair between my buttcheeks. If this wasnÕt nirvana I donÕt know what was. Gary somehow positioned our bodies so I was now getting it up the ass while on all fours. Each thrust was followed by him pulling his cock back out until just the head remained in me. My breathing was in unison with the pounding I was getting from this man.

Concentrating on what was inside of me I had paid no attention to my own rock hard cock. And I didnÕt need to. The massaging of my prostate by the huge piece of meat inside me set me off without either one of us ever having to touch me. Both of us were completely drenched in sweat, and Gary just kept up a steady pace of moving in and out of me. In a short time I came again.
After I came a third time Gary quickened his pace. With both hands on my shoulders he plowed into me again and again. Finally, he let out a scream like that of an injured animal and I could actually feel spurt after spurt of hot liquid deep inside my ass.

Exhausted, we rolled back onto the bed with his semi-hard cock still inside of me. The sun was shining through the blinds when I felt him slowly slide out of me. Having met the challenge, I drifted off to a dream-filled sleep.

When I awoke mid-morning Gary had left for work. Beside the bed was a note saying he hoped we could do it all again in the near future. I got dressed and walked out his door. As soon as I shut the locked door I realized I had locked my keys inside. With my ass a bit sore, I slowly walked to a nearby coffee shop. That evening I returned to GaryÕs to get my keys. I also got a repeat of the previous night. I was certainly up to the repeat challenge and enjoyed every minute.

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The Birthday Present

Each year my friend, Andy, takes me out to lunch for my birthday. Although I find him very attractive, and I think the feeling is mutual, weÕve never had sex together. My thought was it might ruin a great friendship. However, sex is often a topic of discussion between the two of us. Our lunch conversation ranges from bitching about work to guys weÕve dated recently.

But I missed everything Andy was talking about when I saw a gorgeous guy walk into the restaurant by himself and be escorted to a window table. He was about six feet tall, with curly black hair. long dark eyelashes, steel blue eyes, a deep brown tan and a physique that couldnÕt be hidden by the causal Italian clothes he was wearing. With his square jaw and neatly trimmed black mustache he looked like a male calendar model. My eyes must have lingered on him a little too long, because he sensed someone was watching him and looked over my way. Embarrassed, I quickly looked away, but not before he flashed me a beautiful white smile as his gaze returned to his menu.

Andy brought me out of my fog with "Snap out of it! You havenÕt heard a work IÕve said. I was asking you what you wanted for your birthday."

I smiled, thought for a moment and responded, "Actually, the best birthday present in the world would be the guy sitting at the table behind you. He really makes my balls sweat."

Andy glanced over his shoulder, looked back at me with a shit-eating grin and proceeded to tell me he actually knew the guy. HeÕd met him at a friendÕs party one night a couple months before. He told me the guy was gay, Italian and single. His name was Tony and he was a fireman for the city - and a really nice guy. I couldnÕt believe it! The man of my (wet) dreams was sitting at the next table and my best friend Andy knew him.

After finishing our salads, Andy excused himself to use the rest room, but instead he walked right over to TonyÕs table and started talking with him. Tony looked over, waved, got up and came over. He wished me "Happy Birthday" and said he would make it a birthday I would never forget if I didnÕt have plans that evening. Through my stuttering and stammering, I was able to tell him I had no plans and gave him my address.

At the agreed upon time of ten P.M. my doorbell rang and I opened the door to find my dream date with a bouquet of roses and a bottle of champagne. He walked in, set down his offerings, and began unbuttoning my shirt as he kissed me roughly. Tony led me to the couch and said he didnÕt think it was going to be necessary for us to go out to celebrate my birthday. Within seconds, I was totally nude, with this muscular man making love to every inch of my body. His mouth was everywhere - my ear lobes, my nipples, my balls. His tongue was suddenly fucking my right ear and it was sending shivers down my entire torso. He worked his way down to one armpit and then the other, giving each a generous bath.

As he neared my crotch, again he ignored my cock completely. Instead, he took both balls into his mouth and rolled them around and around. The sensation of his hot mouth on my nuts, and his rough five oÕclock shadow on the inside of my thighs, was driving me crazy. I reached for my throbbing prick to jerk myself to some relief.

"Not so fast! I told you this was going to be a birthday to remember and IÕm going to make you come like never before without either one of us ever touching your cock!"

His rough tongue was soon sending shock waves through my asshole as he repeatedly licked back and forth over the puckered opening. I wasnÕt even aware of how my legs had gotten up over his shoulders. He rolled his tongue and pressed it against my ass. It felt as if I was being fucked by a massive cock as he worked it inside. He proceeded to fuck me better with his tongue than most guys could with their dick. All the time, I was moaning and arching my back to get more of his tongue inside me. My cock was purple with bulging veins and so hard it was almost painful. There was nothing I could do to relieve the pressure building up.

As he continued to ream out my ass, Tony somehow managed to remove his clothes. His body looked perfectly sculpted. The close-trimmed black hair on his pecs ran down his abs to his groin giving him more definition. I caught a glimpse of a cock so big it looked fake; jutting out of a manicured ebony bush. The head was a little bigger than a golf ball, with a shaft as big around as my wrist. Tied around the base, working as a cock ring, was a big red bow! He wasnÕt kidding - he really was my birthday gift.

My fireman lifted me off the couch and onto the floor. Straddling my body, I thought he was going to allow me to lick and suck his head, shaft and shaved balls. But it was just more teasing as he kept his dripping cock just out of my mouth and tongueÕs reach. He began to lick the inside of my thighs and move his tongue down my legs, bathing every surface along the way. My legs were turned so he could lick the sweat from behind my knees, creating feelings I had never experienced before. Then his body moved toward my feet, giving me a perfect view of a rosy red asshole as it winked at me through moist black curls of hair. My entire body ached to lap up the juices in his butt crack, but I was being held down by TonyÕs legs resting on my arms. I couldnÕt do anything but stare at the white globes of his ass in fascination as they flexed, and become lost in the scent of man-sex.

Then I experienced yet another new sensation as he began to individually lick each one of my fingers as if it were a prick. He sucked my right index finger exactly as if he were giving me a world-class blowjob. Tony then repositioned his body and began to do the same to each of my toes. As he licked the arches of my feet I was close to screaming - somewhere between laughing hysterically from being tickled and complete ecstasy. And then I could hold back no more. Spurt after spurt of white hot juice shot out of my cock.

Tony raised his body off mine, allowing us both to be covered with my birthday blast. Some hit my face and I stuck out my tongue to savor my first taste of the eveningÕs festivities. All the time, Tony never quit licking, kissing and sucking the surfaces of my body.

He swung around, smiling at me with his perfect teeth and kissed me with his salty lips. He mouthed the words "Happy Birthday" and again started licking his way down my cum-covered chest. I was so exhausted all I could do was melt in his strong hairy arms as he continued. My legs were lifted in the air and his rough face was again at my asshole, biting at the opening to what felt like the center of my being.

Before I knew what was happening, it felt like my ass was being pried in two. With one steady, strong stroke the entire length of his monster cock slid into me, knocking the wind out of me in the process. At the same time, my limber sex partner was taking my still-hard cock into his magic mouth. As I felt the birthday ribbon, around the base of his probe, tickling the underside of my balls, I knew all my birthday wishes were coming true. Tony was right. This was a birthday I would never forget - and the night was still young.

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I think professional ice skating is kind of a strange spectator sport. I can appreciate the fact the skaters are incredible athletes, but the glitziness and show biz atmosphere makes it kind of an odd sport to watch. However, I have no problem watching the tight, muscled asses on the male skaters. With their skin-like, form-fitting pants nothing is left to the imagination and I must admit I can actually get a rise in my own trousers focusing on the movements of those glutes. Little did I know I would have personal knowledge of one of those perfect professional butts.

Two friends and I were doing our occasional "pigÕs night out." The three of us had been good friends for sometime and were known to go out and be fairly obnoxious at times. A little too much to drink, working up a sweat dancing at a local club and our trio was ready for just about anything. My one friend, Sam, could be a little friendlier than I wanted. I knew he wanted to have sex with me and I wasnÕt the least bit interested. And if he couldnÕt have sex with me, he wanted to watch me having sex with someone else and that interested me even less. His voyeurism had gotten in the way of a couple of my past sexual encounters and I hadnÕt appreciated it much. The other friend, Todd, was one incredibly handsome and sexy package. Everyone assumed he and I were lovers, or at least fuck-buddies, but we were just the best of friends. We had both acknowledged a mutual attraction. However, we had never acted on it because we were afraid it would screw up our friendship. The funny thing was, I had no trouble at all having sex with someone while he was in the room doing the same thing with another guy - or just watching what I was doing. When people saw the three of us together they knew trouble was usually close behind.

On this particular night the three of us had way too much to drink and, all being single, started complaining to each other about not having men in our lives. With our inhibitions shot to hell we all agreed to go to a local bath house and see what kind of trouble we could cause. With it being "Buddy Night" at the baths we all got in at a discounted rate. As soon as we hit the locker room it seemed like guys were running for cover. Within a few minutes we spotted several neighborhood guys we knew who were obviously stepping out on their "husbands." Sam found an empty locker down one row and began to strip down, as Todd and I wandered to the next bank of lockers. I felt totally comfortable dropping my clothes in front of Todd. As usual we were kind of checking each other out and I noticed Todd was already getting hard. We both wrapped towels around our waists and started our stroll around the bath house.

The smell of chlorine and sex permeated the steamy air. It immediately turned me on. Sam was already long gone as Todd and I wandered into the video room. A old Colt video with two muscular specimen having sex was playing on the screen. The soundtrack was running a bit off like an old Japanese Godzilla movie. Over in one dark corner of the room, on a riser, a blond head was bobbing up and down in the lap of a man old enough to be my father. Other than that the room was empty so we moved on.

As we passed the bunkhouse room a hairy, well-muscled arm reached out and under my towel. The hand wrapped around my stiffening prick and pulled me into the lower bunk. Todd gave me a thumbs up and moved on his way. I found myself laying next to a hunky man who wanted to forego any preliminaries and immediately went to work washing my cock and balls with his tongue. Just as I was really getting into this guy giving me head, Sam stuck his head in my face and asked, "Mind if I watch or join in?"

"For Christ sake, Sam, canÕt you get your own man and give the rest of the world a little privacy!" was the only response I could muster. My prick had instantly lost interest in the mouth around it and started going soft. I apologized to the guy with my meat in his mouth and left the bunk - only to be replaced by Sam as I walked away. Shaking my head in disbelief, I headed to the showers. As I rounded the corner I saw the most beautiful, perfectly formed ass heading down the hall in front of me. I kind of laughed to myself as I thought "IÕd recognized that ass anywhere." I put the thought out of my head. What would an internationally known figure skater be doing walking around nude in a local bath house?

I followed the gorgeous ass into the showers and took position under the shower head directly next to him. When he turned my way I realized it really was the professional skater IÕd watched perform for years on television, and had private sexual fantasies about for just as long. The look on his face told me he knew heÕd been recognized - and that the recognition wasnÕt exactly welcomed. I turned away from him as washed the leftover saliva from my hardening cock. At the same time I felt a soapy hand lathering the globes of my ass and slipping in between them to wash my crack. I turned and began returning the favor by washing the skaterÕs defined, shaved chest. The next thing I knew we were in an embrace soaping down each otherÕs bodies as our engorged pricks dueled between us. For some reason two thoughts came to my mind. The first was, hey this guy doesnÕt have an ounce of fat on him. The second was my surprise at the fact he was about four inches shorter than myself. He seemed much bigger than life with his medal-winning performances on ice. He kind of had to get up on his tip-toes to give me a light kiss on the lips as he asked if I would like to join him in the hot tub.

We rinsed off and went through the glass door into the steamy area of the room-sized hot tub. As we slid into the hot chlorinated water, the door of the nearby sauna opened and Todd bounded out with a beautiful, and extremely well-hung, black guy. The globs of white cum on the ebony skin of ToddÕs companion was evidence of their activity in the sauna. They both gave a small wave as they headed toward the showers. My skaterÕs hand had found its way between my legs and was fondling my balls when there was a big splash in the tub. Without looking I knew Sam had found me again - with his usual perfect timing. But this time I wasnÕt giving up my catch.

"Is that who I think...," was all Sam got out of his mouth before we got out of the tub and headed out through the steam. I explained to my shower buddy that I needed to take a pee. He told me he had a room, where it was and he hope I would join him there soon. I went down the hall to the bathroom and tried to concentrate on pissing while a major glory hole scene was going on behind me. I almost has some assistance from an arm I brushed away politely, as I tapped the last few drops from my cock. I quickly stopped by the empty shower area to rinse off before I started searching for my new friend.

The maze of hallways revealed a wide array of scenes in full action, from the mass of limbs in the orgy room to a sling-bound older man having a dildo shoved up his ass as an appreciative audience watched. I was surprised to not see Sam as part of the crowd. The grunts and moans of men in sexual frenzy bounced off the flimsy walls of the rent-by-the-hour rooms. I came around a corner to bright white light flowing into the dark hall from one of the rooms. Laid out on a bed of white sheets, in a room walled in mirrors was the ass I dreamt about many a night.

Without even bothering to close the door, I dove onto the bed and rested my pulsating shaft in the deep crack of the skaterÕs ass. Murmurs of satisfaction emanated from the body under me as I rubbed my cock back and forth in the crevice. I lifted myself up onto my knees and brought my face into contact with the most perfect ass I had ever seem. With my hands, lips and tongue I made love to the white globes. The ass was pushed forcibly against my mouth when my tongue found the pink hole and started lightly teasing it. I rolled my tongue and gently slid it inside the puckering muscle. The body on the bed arched offering me a better angle from which I could eat his ass. I was tempted to start jerking myself off, but knew I would cum much too soon if I did. The hairless asshole pulsated with each movement of my probing tongue.

With mirrors on all the walls of the small room it looked like we were having sex in a room full of men mimicking our actions. I felt lost in a total sexual frenzy. The door to the room was still open. I had no idea who had walked by or who had been watching; nor did I care at all. I was actually having sex with one of my all-time fantasy men and enjoying every minute.

"Fuck me, Fuck me," was being mumbled into the pillow on the bed. I pulled the skater up by the waist until his ass was positioned high on the bed. I continued to play with his asshole with one hand as I reached to the nearby table for a tube of lube and a foil packet. His totally hot and wet orifice seemed to be pulling at my hand as I tore the condom package open with my teeth. The body in front of me sighed heavily when I extracted my fingers long enough to roll the thin condom down my purple shaft and squeeze the lube into my hand. I quickly coated the condom, then his pink entrance with the slippery liquid. I rose to nearly a standing position and guided my hot cock to the waiting passage. I pushed hard against the fleshy entrance and the entire length of my hard meat popped into the hole. After almost letting out a scream, the skater under me began to pound his ass up against my prick - before I even had the opportunity to begin fucking him. Moans of pleasure came from both of us, mixing with the constant command "fuck me, fuck me."

With my hands on his waist I plugged the ass all the way in to the right. Then I pulled my cock out until I could just begin to see the head and I would plunge all the way back in to the left. Repeating the movement over and over brought a gasp of sexual ecstasy each time from the person beneath me. I reached between his legs and roughly massaged the hairless balls pulled up tight against his body. Sweat was dripping off both of us and I continued the endless pounding of the beautiful ass. IÕd never fucked anyone so hard in my entire life. His head was knocking against one of the mirrors after his body had been forced across the surface of the bed by my repeated plunging. Salt from the sweat of my brow was stinging my eyes. As I reached up to wipe my eyes I looked into the mirrors and saw Todd focused on my meat moving in and out of the tight hole below me. He had both hands wrapped around his own prick and was stroking himself to the rhythm of my fucking. Our eyes met and he smiled. At least it wasnÕt Sam getting pleasure out of watching me.

Knowing that Todd was getting off on the scene intensified it all for me. I grabbed the skaterÕs cock beneath me and began jerking him off as I plugged his asshole harder and harder. As my climax built up inside me every muscle in my body tensed and I could feel my veins bulging under my skin. With a guttural yell it felt as if everything within me was blasting into the condom in the ice skaterÕs ass. The cock in my hand got harder and started a shower of cum. With each spurt, the ass muscles around my shaft tightened, milking more liquid from me. Todd moved closer to join the frenzy and, without making a sound, sprayed both of us with white hot jizz. One of his hands glided across my smooth wet ass - and then he was gone. My fantasy man never even knew heÕd been in the room.

I got up to grab a couple cum rags and kicked the door shut. The famous skater rolled over on his back and pulled me close so he could give me a kiss. I gently wiped his muscled torso with one of the towels and handed it to him to finish cleaning up. After wiping the sex from my body I headed back to the showers after giving one more kiss to the exhausted form on the bed.

Todd was in the shower when I entered the room. He looked at me with a somewhat stunned expression on his handsome face. "That was the most incredible thing I have ever seen or been a part of," was all he said before sticking his head back under the water.

I was just finishing my own shower when Sam strolled into the tiled room and dropped his towel on the bench. "So guys, have I missed out on anything," was the predictable remark that spouted from his mouth.

Before I even had a chance to answer, Todd said, "Not a thing, not a thing," filled his mouth with water and spit it at Sam.

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I was living in a seventh floor apartment overlooking the city of Seattle. The living room had a wall of windows that allowed you to look out over downtown, Puget Sound, and the Olympic Mountains. The scene was so incredible I took down the curtains that obscured a portion of the view. I wanted to be able to look out without any of the panorama being blocked - I didnÕt give much thought to anyone looking in from neighboring buildings. Besides, if they wanted to look I wasnÕt ashamed of what they could see at all. And in all fairness, I had done my share of checking out what was going on in the world with a telescope mounted on a tripod at the window.

At the time I was dating a really amazing guy. We had been introduced through a blind date arranged by a mutual friend. Mike was tall, tan and incredibly handsome. Addicted to his daily workouts, his body was in top form. His perfect six-pack of abs was a major turn-on for me. With a weakness for gorgeous men with southern accents, all Mike had to do was utter a few words and I was ready to fall on my back with my legs up in the air.

I had invited Mike over for dinner. He was impressed by the fact I had fairly good cooking skills. Gourmet cooking was not one of his strong points. He volunteered to bring the wine and the entertainment. The usual romp in bed was all the entertainment I needed.

Mike arrived with two bottles of wine and a black video case, which I soon learned was the latest Falcon Video release. We were certainly on the same wavelength when it came to plans for the evening. With dinner in the oven and the timer set, Mike opened a bottle of wine. After pouring two glasses, he handed one to me and we clinked glassware with the toast "to us." A sip of wine was followed by a passionate kiss from Mike. Everything about this guy oozed sexuality. His nearly black eyes, his accent, his strong arms and the large piece of hardening man-meat between his hairy legs. Just the smell of him got my juices flowing. In fact, I had difficulty changing the sheets on my bed after heÕd spent the night because I loved being surrounded by the aroma of Mike - and the smell of having sex with him.

Mike suggested we start the movie since dinner was about 40 minutes away. With the combination of several glasses of wine, muscled hunks going at it on the television screen and the fact Mike had been out of town for a few days, clothing started flying every direction. We were soon a tangle of naked limbs and grinding body parts. IÕd never been involved with a guy who was so crazy about my body and enjoyed sex so much. Usually we were able to make it into the bedroom where our sexual escapades were more comfortable on the bed, but not tonight. Seated on the couch, in the glow of the television, Mike was kneeling on the floor between my legs giving my stiff prick and balls a good washing. His big, strong hands cupped my ass cheeks, pulling my crotch into his face. His fingers constantly teased my puckering hole as he massaged the globes of my butt.

When I felt as if I would lose it, I pushed him back onto the floor and, without allowing my cock to escape from his mouth, somehow managed to get into a position where I could return the favor of a fantastic blowjob. We were lost in a fog of sweat, lust and mansex when the timer went off. Both stopping at the same instant, Mike raised his head to ask, "Can dinner wait for a while?"
I laughed and answered, "IÕm eating the only thing IÕm hungry for right now." Running into the kitchen, with my throbbing shaft bouncing in front of me, I pulled dinner out of the oven and shut it off. I returned to the living room to find Mike on the sofa with his wineglass in one hand and eight inches of beautiful man-meat in the other. He was slowly stroking himself and sipping his wine while watching a guy on the video take one cock up his ass and another in his mouth.

I stepped up onto the couch, straddling MikeÕs beefy body, and squatted to line my prick up with his wine-filled mouth. He opened wide, being careful not to spill any wine from his oral cavity, and I plugged it with my fleshy cork. It was incredible fucking his face with the cold wine sloshing around my cock. He swallowed the wine and I could feel some dribble down my hairless balls. His tongue rushed to catch every drop.

Having set down his glass of wine, MikeÕs hands were again concentrating on my ass. With the ease one of his fingers slid into me, I knew I was ready at any time for a larger, more exciting invader. His hand rested on my waist and began to pull my body to the couch at the same time I began to lower myself onto his glistening shaft. In one smooth, constant movement I lowered myself until I felt his pubic hair tickling my pink hole. My gasp was met with a wet kiss as he began to flex his groin into me. In a very short time we had established a rhythm of my ass pounding down to meet his pulsing probe on the upswing.

Using his powerful legs, Mike lifted us both up and lowered me down onto the floor without slipping out of me, giving him a better position to plunge into me. My legs wrapped around his back, with my feet encouraging his ass each time he pounded my hole. With each movement his shaft rubbed against my prostate sending waves of pleasure throughout my body. His teeth found my hard nipples and began to give each a working over. Then, again without leaving me ass, he was able to flip me over to continue his fucking of me doggie-style. I raised my body up until I was able to grab onto the window ledge and take in the night view of the cityscape below us. As I balanced myself with one hand, I began to stroke my dripping cock with the other. MikeÕs relentless probing of my ass continued. I felt my balls tighten up against my body and begin to churn. My ass muscles began to squeeze and release MikeÕs hot piston. His teeth dug into my shoulder and the combination of pain and pleasure sent me over the edge. I began to ****** hot jism all over the window as my asshole gripped MikeÕs cock and began to milk the juices from it.

Exhausted we made our way to the shower, with dinner cold on the kitchen counter and snowy static coming from the television.

A few days later, at a local coffee shop, I was reading the new issue of the Seattle Gay News. I could feel my face turning red as I spotted the ad with the boldface headline: To The Guys On The Seventh Floor. The ad read: "Thanks for the great show the other night. When is the next performance?"

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