It was a hot and humid saturday night.
Having nothing to do and feeling a bit horny I decided to visit a local stripper bar. After a while, some drinks and dances, I was out of money and had to return home, still feeling horny if not hornier than when I left.
I was then living in front of a beautiful park and I already noticed that some couples met there, late night during the weekends, and made love in some secluded spots. As it was a bit passed midnight and the we
Eric must have enjoyed the polishing job we'd done on the trunk of his Tempest, because when I'd finished shooting off into him, he said, "Well, Peter, if you'll get this beautiful body off mine and stop entertaining the neighbors, perhaps we should go in and shower."
"I want to fuck again. I want you to fuck me," I said, without moving.
"That's not out of the equation," Eric said, with a laugh. "You haven't seen my shower. It's special."
I slowly beg
Part of the 'Butt Monkey' series of stories by Robert Furlong
Early the next morning I was standing staring at myself in the bathroom mirror wearing only my pyjama bottoms. I looked like shit. I'd hardly slept all night, my fitful dreams being such a surreal tangle of male imagery that I kept waking, wondering what the hell was happening to me.
In spite of how tired I felt, the irony of what I'd ended up doing in the changing rooms was not
Sometime later, I was awakened by Eric pressing on my shoulder. I raised my arms to bring him into bed with me, but he shushed me and said in a low voice, "No, not that. We hear something downstairs. Claude's gone ahead to check it out. He wants us to follow him down. When we got to the first floor, we could see Claude at the back of the house, near a door that went into a workout room. Claude turned to us, put his finger to his lips to caution silence, and pointed toward the workout room. We he
As we were leaving the shower, Eric took the tube of mentholated lubricant, squeezed out a large glob, and asked Claude to apply it, which Claude was more than happy to do, pushing his hand deep down the back of Eric's silk shorts and massaging the gel into Eric's ass as Eric grunted and twitched his butt. "As soon as this does its magic," Eric said. "I want you to have another go at me, Claude. I know we can do this."
"I do too, Baby," Claude said, giving his friend one of those
After tending to the needs of the bound burglar in the exercise room, I entered the living room of the house on Park to find that there had been an addition.
"The pizza came, and maybe soon the pizza man will come as well," Eric said cheerfully to me, as I walked in. Eric was sitting in the middle of the sofa and had a young guy, certainly no more than nineteen, astride his lap, both facing the TV set. Both were naked.
I gave Eric a meaningful look.
After hosing ourselves off again and getting back into those silk shorts, Claude suggested we go down to the living room and drink beer and watch a football game on TV. So, down we went. After I tossed off my first beer, I began to feel a little sorry for the black burglar wannabe hanging up in the gym and asked if it would be okay if I went in there and cleaned him up a bit and put some salve on the new hole Claude had dug him. Eric said, "Sure," and got some ointment for me and told me where a
Slowly, almost reluctantly, Claude withdrew his cock from my hole. He did do that circular movement thing with just his cock head logged in my hole before he pulled out entirely, and this nearly made me shoot off. But I was glad I didn't, because I had formulated a plan for my own time with this captured and bound black burglar dude.
The first thing I did was squat down in front of the dude and say that I figured he was straight, but that after today I knew he'd have a whole new p
I'm not sure there will be a Chapter 2. Depends on where we go from here. We have a "date" for tomorrow night. We'll see what happens...
I did something today I've never done before, and may never do again.
I exchanged blowjobs with a stranger at a public park in the middle of the afternoon.
As I write this, I can still taste his semen... salty, sour, musky, tangy... overwhelmingly delicious!
Just a quick hook up tale that I hope you find interesting.
All the characters are over 18.
As usual I want to thank LarryInSeattle for his editing assistance.
Helpful comments are always appreciated.
I stood at the urinal, pretending to take a leak, for a minute or so. Anyone paying attention would have realized I wasn't actually pissing. The tell tale hissing ring of piss on porcelain
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