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It seemed like forever, but finally he walked through the door. At
least, I was pretty sure I knew who he was. We'd agreed to meet here
to look each other over, and he was dressed as he had described.
He glanced around. He must have changed his mind and headed for the
door. My heart sank. But then, he stopped about halfway and turned
again in my direction. He looked as if he were debating whether to
come over. Finally, he headed in my direction. Instead of approaching
me directly, however, he stood by the large window and gazed outside
at the cars passing by.
After pretending to be interesting in the scenery, he turned to me.
"Is that you?" he asked softly. God, he was gorgeous!
"Yes. I was beginning to think you weren't going to show."
"I considered it. But then, I wanted to see what you were like."
We made small talk for a few minutes. Then a came a lull in the
conversation. "Well," I ventured, "what now?"
"I guess we can go over to my place if you want, and maybe look
over some .GIFs. Got some new ones. And there won't be anybody else
there until probably midnight or later."
"Just look?" I grinned. He didn't give any hint of a return smile.
"Just look. Remember, that's what we agreed on for the first time.
Until we get to know each other a little better."
The trip to his place was just a short drive. As I followed him, my
mind raced with all kinds of images and thoughts.
"I'm looking forward to this," I said as he switched on the
computer. "Which ones do you want to see?" he asked as he typed some
commands. "Doesn't matter, really. All I care about are the ones with
cocks."
"Got lots of those," he smiled. "In some of them, though, you can't
see the cock very well."
"Why not?" " Because," he replied, "they're buried in some guy's
mouth!" We both chuckled as the first picture flashed on the screen.
It was a gorgeous, well-placed photograph. The young blonde guy was
obviously having a great time working over the stiff cock of his
buddy.
Then came the next one. "Oh, jeez!" I blurted out. "Look at that
club!" It was a picture of a very nice-looking guy--muscular, teriffic
smile, reclining on a sofa. He held his dick in both hands, end over
end, and still had an enormous amount of meat peeking out the end.
"Do you like that one?" he asked. "Oh, hell, yes!" I replied.
There were about two dozen more. We looked at each one for a long
time, savoring each well-crafted hunk of meat. When the blow job
pictures came up, we particularly examined every pixel.
Finally, he stood up. "Gotta stretch a bit," he explained. I was
still sitting, and that put us in an interesting perspective to each
other. As I was looking through some disks, and my elbow brushed the
front of his jeans. "I'm sorry..." "It's OK," he replied.
I turned to face him. He was very quiet, not moving. But I could
see the outline of his cock through his clothing.
"Uh...," I stammered, "we could always..." My voice trailed off as
I let his imagination finish the sentence. "We agreed not to do
anything but chat and look at some pictures," he said weakly.
My hand cupped the front of his pants. "I know. But I'd sure like
to look at something pretty as a picture right now..."
I stood up and unbuttoned his top shirt button. Then the next one
down, and the next. He wasn't putting up much resistance. I pulled a
little of the shirt tail up, enough to open the shirt to reveal his
chest. My right index finger drew small, gentle circles on his
muscular features. I felt my own shaft beginning to react to the
suggestions he was giving.
"You can call a halt to this right now if you want to," I said. He
didn't reply.
Still looking into his eyes, I reached down and unbuckled his belt.
He drew several deep breaths as I unsnapped his jeans. It was
strangely quiet, but the stillness was broken by the sound of his
zipper on its long, slow path downward.
I could sense his tenseness easing. "Are you sure about this?" he
asked softly. I pulled the rest of the shirt free, and placed my hands
on his sides. "Yes. If you are." His warm body made me tingle with
anticipation. My hands slipped around his frame as I lowered them
to meet the small of his back. Then I drew him close to me as I slid
both hands inside his shorts to cup the cheeks of his beautiful buns.
"Come over here," I said, as I sat down in the chair. He moved
effortlessly to me. I removed my hands to his hips and grasped his
jeans, rocking them back and forth, up and down. They gave way
finally, and slid to rest on his shoe tops.
"If you still think all we're doing is chatting and looking," I
smiled up at him, "I have you figured all wrong." "I could have been
mistaken," he said in a low voice.
He must have been ready for this. By now, he had attained a sizable
hard- on. I could see most of its length through his shorts, running
off to the side and straining to be released from its bounds. "Not
yet, you gorgeous chuck of dick," I thought to myself. "I want you
good and ready!"
My tongue found his navel and I licked it all around the rim. Then,
I lowered my head slightly and began the delicious trip south. It
traveled and explored all the regions until it stopped at the elastic
of his shorts.
With my little finger crooked, I ran my hand inside the circle of
elastic, the tip of my finger brushing his skin. All it took was a
little downward motion, and his cute buns were out in the open.
Somehow, though, the front of his briefs was encountering some
resistance.
For a time, I enjoyed this teasing. I ran my hands around to his
buns and massaged them, alternately and in rhythm. Occasionally, I'd
glance up to guage his response. Most of the time, his eyes were
closed; a hint of a smile traced his lips. Now and then, I turned my
head sideways and placed my cheek against the soft hardness of his
shorts. I could feel his throbbing piece of meat against my face and
became aware of the warm wetness at the end of the stiff flesh I knew
would soon be mine.
"It's time," I thought. I glanced upward and noticed his eyes
closed, an expectant smile on his face. His head was tilted back and
he was slowly moving it in a small circle. "Are you OK?" I asked.
"Fine," he answered, without opening his eyes.
One good firm yank was all it took. His raging erection was finally
free! As his meat rejoiced in its freedom, it swayed slowly back and
forth, and I thought I could barely discern that it got slightly
bigger. My right hand caught it before it could come to rest.
I kissed his right thigh and began to massage his mass of meat
while my left hand remained kneading his firm right bun. His hot chunk
of manmeat wanted to maintain its upright stature. It was then I
noticed his balls.
"Oh, don't worry," I thought to them. "You guys are gonna get some
attention, too."
To make sure his rigid cock didn't interfere, I kept it held up out
of way. I began to nuzzle his firm balls with my lips. Then, he moaned
softly as I took them alternately in my mouth, rolling them gently
with some soft tongue action, helping by moving my head in a small
circle.
I could feel them slightly pumping. "That's it," I told myself.
"Get that hot stuff on the way! Just don't get too anxious...I want
some of your big brother, too..."
My lips finally found their way to his swollen cock. They parted
and allowed only the very tongue tip to do an examination. He sighed a
little at the touch. I nibbled at his magnificent cockhead, letting my
tongue help out. Then I took in the entire bulb, soothing it with
moist massaging. He took deep breaths. Occasionally, I would allow
about half of his length to penetrate, running the smooth head over
the ridges of the roof of my mouth. At the same time, I added just a
touch of pressure. He moaned perceptibly.
"Do you ever take all of..."
I didn't allow him to finish. Relaxing my throat muscles, I drove
toward his body and took the entire length of his wonderful cock. He
drew a sharp breath of air and shivered. For a moment, I held all of
him there, constricting my throat in an effort to give him greater
pleasure. He wasn't moaning softly now!
With slow, steady strokes, I continued to work his shaft, taking as
much as
I could with each one. About every fifth time, I took all of him,
holding the length in my warm moistness. A little head rotation and
tongue action helped. He began to breathe heavy, husky sighs of
pleasure.
I could sense it was almost time. One hand felt for his balls, and
delightfully found them churning. With increasing speed, I began to
suck his tortured cock as deeply as possible. Both hands found their
way to his butt cheeks, and I kneaded them with a strength I never
knew before. I could also keep him pulled toward me. I needn't have
worried; his hands were on the back of my head making sure I didn't
let up.
Then...WHAM! It was an eruption I'll never forget! I didn't have to
feel or see his balls to know they had pumped all they could.
Suddenly, I could feel the hot fullness and smell the musky man aroma
that we had worked toward. Several more deep throat thrusts guaranteed
he had emptied all he could. He stiffened and held his breath while I
made sure he was empty.
I could hear him relaxing. A low growl began to fill the air, and I
could feel him soften as he finally released his breath...slowly at
first, then with a collapse as he bent over and rested his body on top
of mine.
His spent hard-on finally began to relax and I was able to feel
it's strength retreat into softness. Still retaining his meat, I found
myself reluctant to release it's post-orgasmic glow from my mouth. But
finally, I had to.
Neither of us moved or spoke for several minutes. While he basked
in the warm glow I had provided him, I stroked his body gently. Soon,
he moved away and our eyes met.
"Hell of a chat," I smiled. "And the .GIFs were wonderful."
"They were silly rules, anyway," he laughed.
I watched him as he dressed, sorry to see those lovely balls and
gorgeous cock disappear underneath his clothes. "You'll be back," I
mused to myself.
"Bet on it."
He walked me to the door. "Ummm...," he hesitated. "Just say it," I
encouraged him.
"Only that I'm glad you came over. You do nice work!"
"Thanks," I replied. "I'm a man who enjoys my hobbies!"
"Are you coming back again? I'd like to return the favor."
I gazed into his eyes for a time. "You know how to reach me."
"Then count on it. Soon."
He softly closed the door, leaving me alone. I turned and raised my
face to the sky. The soft summer night seemed more gentle now, and the
stars didn't appear quite so far away.
"Count on it. Soon." I repeated softly to myself. I took a slow,
silent breath, held it for a brief time, then quietly let it out. "I
hope so. I sure as hell hope so."
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