Daddy

The squeak of the hinges on the wood framed screen door squeak woke me.  A tall slender figure stepped onto the screened porch and held the door behind him so that it closed gently instead of the load bang it normally made all day long as my brother and I ran in and out.  The long spring closer gently twanged as the door closed behind the outline of a man.  The figure stayed in the doorway for a moment, silhouetted by the black sky and the millions of stars that twinkled like diamonds scattered across black velvet. 

From where the rest of the adults sat just a few yards away they could look across the lake and see those stars reflected in the still water.  But they were paying no attention to one of the family going to check on his sons sleeping on the porch.   My brother and I were lying on a couple of layers of blankets and quilts.  The primitive pallet was just fine for a few weeks at the lake.  My brother was on his side of the porch and I was on the other against the wall behind the door to the house so we couldn’t see each other.  I was right next to the wrought iron foot pumped Singer sewing machine that my Great Grandmother used to make simple dresses for herself and drapes for the small cottage. 

In the summer heat my brother had both kicked off the thin cotton sheets that had covered us when we had been tucked in an hour ago.  Our skin was red and hot from the July sun.  We had listened to the adults talk and smoke and drink beer out on the lawn while they talked and rocked in the big brightly painted shell back steel lawn chairs. 

My brother and I had whispered back and forth until the summer heat and the running and swimming took their natural tool and we drifted off to sleep to the sound of adults laughing and talking and the crickets making their music in the lawn and in the gully on the other side of the hill. 

Although I had been awakened by the door I wasn’t startled.  It was simply my father.  He quietly went to check on my brother who was gently snoring.  I could see my father lean down for a moment and it looked like he must have pulled the sheet up and patted his head.  Then he rose to come to me.  My father was tall, 6 foot 6 inches and lean and handsome.  He hadn’t changed out of the tight white swim trunks and tank top that he had worn all day and his long legs were tanned and strong.  He squatted down beside me.  In the dim light that filtered out from a lamp somewhere in the house I could see him smile, his teeth white against his tanned face. As he squatted down next to me I could smell the tobacco on his breath as he said “You ought to be asleep Sport.”  His voice was just a whisper but it exuded affection. 

I knew I was his “Sport” his “Buddy” and most exciting his “Big guy.” His big right hand gently touched my right thigh caressing it and then giving it a lingering squeeze as he said.  “Your skin is hot.  I think you got too much sun today.”  He got up and went in the house and came back with a bottle of some kind of oil which he poured out into his hand and then smoothed on my chest and then my legs.  It felt good.  I was acutely aware of how his hands were warm and hard but the oil was smooth and cool.  Despite the heat I shivered. 

He pulled my shorts down around my knees and began to smooth more oil around my belly and then the tops of my legs.  “Did you have a good day?”  I said yes and his hand came to rest on my cock.  He looked down and said “You are starting to grow.  I noticed when you were putting on your swim suit today.”  My cock began to get hard.  He caressed it gently with the oil.  He bent to look at it closely and then to slide his cupped fingers up and down it.  In a moment I was rock hard.  The sensation took my breath away.  I had only recently discovered how wonderful it was to rub my cock but this was different.  It was amazing

“O my!” he whispered “Look at that! Nice and hard.  Just like Daddies.”  At the same time his other hand was massaging his own dick through the white spandex of his swim suit. He reached up the short leg of his suit and snaked out his cock.  It wasn’t fully hard but I thought it looked huge.  He took one of my hands and placed it on his cock.  I touched it with just the tips of my fingers.  It was smooth like silk and I traced my fingers along the veins that ran up and down it like little rivers.  He pressed my hand on to it and cupped my fingers around the stiffening shaft.  Then he leaned back a little so that my hand glided up his shaft to the mushroom head.  He did the same on my cock.  “Doesn’t that feel great?” He asked as he moved a thumb back and forth across the head of my dick.   “You’re becoming a man. It won’t be long before your cock is as big as mine.”

Outside you could still hear the crickets and quiet adult conversation.  Someone coughed a few yards away.  My father let go of my cock and leaned back on his heels a little.  He looked up towards the adults outside and pushed his cock back inside his shorts as he and pulled the band of my shorts back up.  He leaned very close to my face and whispered. “Let’s keep this just between us two guys.  You are very special to me and I don’t want your brother to be jealous.

He rose and pushed his cock up and to one side inside his swim suit and pulled his tank top down to hide it.  “Sleep well buddy.” And he stepped out into the night.

I fell asleep and dreamt about touching a huge cock that shot cum all over me.  When I woke my shorts were wet and sticky.

I was nine.

The Babysitter’s Father

Maurice wasn’t sure what was bugging his wife.  But he could tell from the moment when he started the car that Liz was in another bad mood.  They had been at his office holiday party.  Liz had never said she didn’t want to come to the party but her body language at the moment made it pretty clear she wasn’t happy.   She snorted and was practically in a fetal position with her arms wrapped around her for warmth.  Granted it was cold outside, but the valet had warmed up the car and she had only been out in the cold for a moment.  Besides that, the mink that she wore ought to have kept her warm.  Even though it wouldn’t do any good Liz started fooling with the knobs on the dash trying to make the car heat up faster.  Given the snow and wind Maurice knew it wasn’t going to get warm until they were out on the expressway.  Yes it was going to be a long ride home. 

As he navigated through the snow covered streets he reached over and gently placed his hand on Liz’s knee.  She angrily slapped his hand away.  “Really Maurice!” she chastised “I am tired and I have a headache!  Just keep your eyes on the road and your hands on the wheel.” she said as she turned away to stare out of the passenger window.  

Within a few minutes the cabin of the gleaming black Mercedes had begun to warm up.  Maurice’s wife had leaned back, her eyes closed and her breathing deep and regular.  She would be sound asleep soon and Maurice knew that nothing was going to happen when they got home. Nothing normally did.

The side streets weren’t busy and despite an inch or two of snow earlier in the evening the expressway wasn’t bad.  The ride home wouldn’t be difficult.  As Maurice drove he found he couldn’t keep his mind off of one of the young guys that he had visited with at the party.  His name was Trent.  Maurice had noticed him at work fairly frequently.  They didn’t work on the same floor but had occasionally been in cross-department planning meetings.   He was young and smart and good looking.  He would be going places that was for sure.  He had always been fairly friendly but with a few holiday drinks under his belt he seemed more... interesting maybe?    

Neither Liz nor Trent’s date seemed to care one way or the other.  As Trent and Maurice visited Liz and Trent’s date headed off to another corner or the restroom or something as the men’s small talk turned to shop talk. 

As the car warmed up Maurice’s wife began to snore softly and Maurice began to think more about Trent.  He wondered if he should offer to mentor him.  After all Trent hadn’t been with the firm for very long and could probably use some advice.  He thought that he should schedule some time at the end of the day.  Maurice would tell him to close the door of his office so they wouldn’t be disturbed…

Maurice shook his head as he drove.  No, that wasn’t the right setting.  It needed to be more casual.  Maybe they should meet for a drink.  But Maurice thought even in the bar he would ask him about his goals and dreams.  “What did he want out of life?” 

Maurice visualized them sitting side-by-side in the half-light down at the end of the bar.  Maurice would place his hand on Trent’s knee and look him deep in the eyes and ask “What are you willing to do in order to achieve your goals?”

‘My God!’ Maurice thought, suddenly shifting his thoughts back to the last couple of hours. ‘If only I had found a way to be alone with Trent.’  Maybe if they had gone to the bathroom at the same time.  Hell, women did that all the time.  ‘I could have talked to him privately in the bathroom.’  Damn, what a missed opportunity!  Maurice visualized asking Trent about his biggest priorities as they casually whipped out their cocks at adjoining urinals.  He would have glanced down at his own cock and said “Damn that water is cold…and deep!” and then laughed and looked over at Travis’ cock.  It would have been so natural and a great opportunity for them to bond. 

As Maurice drove he smiled at the image and laughed at his little joke.  ‘The things I can do for that young man.’  Then his cock twitched as he thought ‘the things I could do to that young man.’  He glanced over at his sleeping wife.  He hoped he hadn’t said that out loud.  He turned on the radio to a station that was playing Christmas carols and turned the volume down.  His wife didn’t stir.   

In the darkness he could feel his cock swell.  His right hand slid down from the wheel to rearrange his stiffening package.  Damn how he loved the feel of his own hand on his cock.  He loved to touch it and feel it grow.  He loved to stroke it and please himself.  He always had.  No one, least of all his wife, had ever seemed to know how to pleasure his cock. 

There were times he felt guilty about playing with his cock.  Mostly that was when he would fantasize about a man sucking on him.   It had happened a few times in High School with his best friend when they would stay overnight at each other’s house or on camping trips.  It was just exploring.  Then he and his roommate had played around a few times in college.  But they had basically been quick, guilty hand or blow jobs.  It hadn’t meant anything.

But since then hadn’t had any contact with a man for a very long time.  And now after twelve years of marriage and two children he and his wife weren’t sleeping together let alone having sex.  He couldn’t even get her turned on with a fancy dinner and a few drinks.  When they were dating and after they were first married, that had been a perfect formula.  Not anymore. Maybe it was the kids.  Maybe it was she was getting older.  He didn’t know about her but he knew he still needed to fuck. 

Maurice was confident that he had always been attracted to women, but he also admired a great male physic.  When he and Liz had first started dating he had been attracted to her.  He also admired a good looking man.  Hell weren’t we all supposed to admire a good looking man?  Apparently Madison Avenue and Hollywood thought so.  After all they weren’t using hot men to sell underwear to women.  At the very least they wanted the guys who bought their underwear to think they could look just as hot as the model simply by wearing them.

He had to admit that he enjoyed checking out hot men in the locker room or sauna at the gym.  Maurice would wonder what the guy next to him at the lockers looked like completely naked.  Did the guy sitting next to him in the sauna shave his balls?  Maurice would notice a man with a great build in the shower right across from him and wonder how big the guy’s cock was when it was hard. 

Did that make him gay or perfectly normal?  Maybe most men had the same thoughts.  Or was he just feeling insecure about his own sexuality.  After all he wasn’t getting any sex with his wife.  That could make a person insecure, even questioning.  Or, he wondered, was he in a sexless marriage because he was attracted to men?  Surely not.

Even at the office he sometimes allowed his glace to linger a bit too long.  As he drove his mind went back to Travis at the party.  He couldn’t have been more than thirty.  He was well groomed with pale skin and dark brown hair with just a little wave.  Not too long.  Very professional.  And that suit that he had on tonight!  It fit him like a glove…especially across the ass… and Maurice had checked more than once.  Then there was the way Travis’ slacks stretched across his package.  That young man was packing. 

Maurice felt his cock twitch again.  His rod was beginning to push up against his briefs and his suit pants.  With one hand on the wheel he slowly rubbed the swelling shaft through the cloth.  Maurice wondered if Travis had checked out his crotch.  That thought made his cock stiffen even more.  Maurice needed to feel his cock.  He needed to touch himself.  He needed to enjoy his manhood.  As his cock got harder he quietly pulled his zipper down. 

He looked over to be sure his wife was asleep.  In the dim light from the instrument cluster Maurice could see that she was sound asleep, still snoring with a little drool at the edge of her mouth.   

Maurice reached in and pushed the waist band of his briefs down past his swelling cock and under his balls.  This allowed his now hard cock to pop out through the open zipper.  Beginning at the tender head Maurice began to gently stroke the hot skin of his swollen cock.  He thought to himself ‘There had been a day when Liz would have leaned over and sucked me while I drove. But that doesn’t happen anymore.’  He guessed that was just how married life went.

As he drove Maurice stroked himself and thought about how he would have bent that young man over the appetizer table.  He would have pulled those tight slacks and underwear down with one tug.  He visualized reaching over and taking some of the chive dip to lubricate his throbbing cock as he prepared to drive it deep into the young man’s perfect firm ass. 

The tempo of his hand moving up and down the hot silken skin of his cock quickened as he drove.  He paused for a moment to wonder ‘Would the guacamole work better?’ 

Then Maurice thought ‘I would have driven this red hot steel poker cock deep into that cute perky ass.’

With a startle Maurice realized that Liz was beginning to stir. As quickly stuffed his cock back in and zipped up his pants.  Just as well, he couldn’t have a hard on when they got home.  He still had to drive the babysitter home. 

When Maurice pulled in the driveway he woke his wife and asked her to send the babysitter out.  Liz sleepily said ok.  As she closed the passenger side door she mumbled that she would go straight to bed.  In a few moments Maurice and the babysitter were headed to her home.  It was only a couple of blocks and he wanted to get her there and then get home so he could jack off in the shower. ’Oh well.’ He thought ‘at least will get a load off and get a good night’s sleep.’

As he pulled in the driveway of her house he noticed that another car was waiting with the engine running and the babysitter’s dad, Matt, was standing next to the other car’s driver’s window chatting with the driver.  Maurice knew Matt from church.  He knew that he had recently been divorced and was raising their daughter.  The babysitter said “Cool!  My ride to the movie is here.”  She took her money and jumped out, all but ignored her dad got in the waiting car.  They were gone in a moment.  

Maurice was about to pull out and head home when he noted that Matt was headed for his car.  The tall lean man was wearing skinny jeans that showed off his strong legs and a black leather jacket over a gray hoody.

As Maurice rolled down the window Matt leaned in, his warm breath turning to a fog that that drifted into the car.  “Hi, Maurice.  Thanks for bringing Sherrie home safe.”  They shook hands and Maurice could feel the warmth of Matt’s hand and noticed that they touched for just a moment too long.

Maurice had turned on the dome light and Matt had knelt down so they were face to face.  Matt’s curly black hair had a few flakes of snow clinging to it.  “I can’t believe my stupid kid is going out at this time of night.  And with this weather!  But I don’t think we are going to get any more snow tonight.  Kids!” He laughed.  “They certainly have a better social life than us adults. She is going to the Midnight showing and then staying at her friend’s house for a sleep-over.” 

Was it just the cold air or did Maurice’s see Matt’s dark brown eyes twinkle as he looked intently at Maurice?  And the sparkle in those eyes drew Maurice in.  Maurice couldn’t take his eyes off Matt.  There was a warmth and welcome in his face.  Matt’s olive skin and strong jaw were framed by a couple days of dark scruff that made Maurice want to reach out and touch the stubble. 

Matt paused a moment before sitting back on his heels and asking casually “Would you care to come in for a bit of Christmas cheer?”  Now he used his handhold on the open car window and pulled himself  back up to lean in toward very close to Maurice and whispered huskily “I just cracked open some excellent single malt.”

Maurice reacted with a smile and said “Sure!  I guess it is still early.” He turned off the car and rolled up the window.  As Maurice pushed the door open and swung his legs out of the car he thought that Matt’s glance moved down to his crotch.  It was then that Maurice recalled that the waist band of his briefs was still under his balls and it was lifting his package up against the fabric of his gray suit pants.  ‘Oh well no fixing that now’ Maurice thought.

Maurice stood up and punched his remote to lock the car.  As Maurice turned toward the house Matt placed an arm around Maurice’s shoulders and pulled him gently closer saying “Careful of the snow… it might be slick.”  Then as Matt escorted Maurice up the driveway Matt’s arm slid down around Maurice’s waist as though they had best friends for years.  Maurice didn’t mind the contact and without thinking crossed his arm across Matt’s arm and placed his hand on Matt’s hip.  The little white Christmas lights that trimmed Matt’s home reflected off the falling snow as the two men made their way arm-in-arm to the front door.  Matt realized that this was more adult human contact than he had experienced in a very long time.  The closeness was warm and inviting. 

Matt escorted Maurice into the family room where a tall Christmas tree twinkled in the corner and a fire was crackling welcomingly in the fire place.  Matt waived Maurice toward a leather sofa in front of the hearth.  Matt began to peel off his leather jacket and said “Let me take your coat.  Make yourself comfortable.” Maurice pulled off his overcoat, handed it to Matt and then sat down.  

Matt continued to stand directly in front of Maurice with their coats draped over his right arm.  But Maurice’s attention was focused on Matt’s tight jeans.  The faded denim fabric was stretched across Matt’s hips and puckered as it swelled across Matt’s generous bulge.  Maurice noted that the inseam of Matt’s jeans pulled up between his balls and that his cock was obviously up and to Matt’s right.  ‘Now that would make a very nice Christmas package.’ Maurice thought and smiled at his own internal joke.   

Matt’s deep voice interrupted Maurice’s thoughts “How do you want that?” Matt said.  Maurice suddenly realized that he was staring at Matt’s crotch.  Way too obviously he jerked his head up to look up at Matt.  The firelight behind him was making Matt’s hair shine and he had a big grin on his face.

Maurice managed to squeak out “I’m sorry?”

“Do you want that neat…” he paused for a beat as he shifted his hips and hooked his left thumb in the pocket of his jeans.  His fingers slid casually across the denim and cupped to frame his crotch “…or on the rocks?” After another moment he added “The scotch?”

Maurice gulped.  He was feeling warm and it wasn’t the fireplace.  “Neat.” He choked out. 

Matt leaned past Maurice to pick up a crystal tumbler that was sitting on the table next to Maurice.  As Matt leaned in close Maurice could smell a hint of musky cologne and feel the warmth of Matt’s body. 

“I will be right back.” Matt said as turned and headed over to a bar in the corner dropping their jackets on a chair on the way. Matt turned his head to look at Maurice as he walked and said “Oh and take that tie off.  I am sure you will be more comfortable.” 

As Matt moved away Maurice pulled off his tie and undid the top button.  As he loosened his collar he couldn’t help but check out the way Matt’s tight little ass filled out his jeans.  After a moment he undid another button.  Maurice thought to himself that his wife was probably already asleep.

As Matt poured them scotch Maurice got up and followed him to the bar.  When Matt turned around with the tumblers in his hands Maurice was right behind him.  Matt flashed that big smile again.  They looked into each other’s eyes for a moment and then Matt handed Maurice a glass and said “Cheers.”  Without taking his eyes off of Matt, Maurice swallowed the scotch in a single gulp and coughed as tears came to his eyes. 

Matt laughed and said “That’s more of a sipping scotch Maurice.” 

Maurice half gasped and half laughed as squeezed out “My bad! …..It’s very good.” 

Matt’s free hand slid over Maurice’s hand as he took the empty glass.  Without removing his hand from Maurice’s, Matt said “No harm.  You can try again.  It will warm you up from the inside.”

Now Maurice realized that Matt was looking past their hands down to Maurice’s crotch.  “It increases the blood flow…  Or something like that.” He looked back up as he laughed warmly, gently took the glass and turned to back to pour more scotch for both of them.

Matt turned back and handed the tumbler to Maurice.  He leaned in close and spoke with a husky, almost whispering voice “Let’s sit by the fire and…visit.”

Matt placed his big warm hand on the small of Maurice’s back again and guided him back to the fire and the sofa.   Matt sat in the leather lounge chair and Maurice sat in the corner of the sofa closest to Matt.  Their knees were almost touching. 

Maurice didn’t know what to say.  Should he talk about church?  God no!  Maybe family?  Again, way too awkward.  Hell Matt had just gone through a divorce and Maurice was in a sexless marriage. 

Instead Maurice commented that “Sherrie is such a great babysitter.”  Even as he said it he could not take his eyes off of Matt, including checking out Matt’s crotch.  Was he just imagining it or was there swelling there?

Maurice had to work at staying focused. 

Matt asked about the evening “Was it a date night?  That is an awfully handsome suit for McDonalds and a movie.” They both chuckled.  “It’s Armani.  I just got it last week for tonight’s office party.” Maurice sat forward puffing his chest and pulling the jacket’s fine material close around his waist. “Dress to impress they say.”  They both laughed again.

Matt asked, “Did you have fun?”

Maurice frowned “At the party?  Huh…well…yes.”  The tone of Maurice’s voice filled in a silent ‘I guess.” and his mind went back to Trent at the party.  “I wouldn’t have minded having more fun.”

Now Matt was serious “Oh, what do you mean?”

Maurice looked up at the ceiling “My wife got mad at me.”

“Was it too much to drink, or too much flirting?” Matt asked with a knowing smile.

Maurice smiled a little “Both I guess.  I didn’t really have too much to drink but Liz might have felt ignored.  I think she thought that I was spending too much time with someone else.”

Now Matt had a naughty little grin on his face “Was ‘someone else’ young and pretty?”

Maurice was just starting to sip the last of the scotch in his glass and choked a bit, swallowed hard and then said “Well ‘someone else’ was young but I think the right description is handsome.”

Now Maurice’s tone was more serious, as though arguing his case. “But God, I mean, yes I should have spent more time with my wife.  But it’s not like I did anything wrong,” he paused for a moment and then added almost to himself “or was going to do anything wrong.” 

Somehow he knew that the last comment sounded confused at best.  He had wanted to sound deeply masculine and macho.  Instead he sounded whipped, or worse, needy.  The fact that this stud of a man was sitting in front of him was messing with his mind.  He couldn’t take his eyes off Matt.  He felt like he was going out onto a plank.  What if this church going man thought he was gay, would he throw him out?

Maurice went on “Travis is just a guy from the office that I enjoy visiting with.” he tried to make it sound casual.  “We mostly talked about work.  Boring right?  But I see a lot of potential in Travis.  He is bright and good looking.  Really fit, buff you know?  I mean I get it that he is good looking and fit and all.  He is going to go far.  I think I could help him.” 

‘Shit!’ Maurice thought ‘That sounded gay.’

Matt stood and took their empty glasses and went to the bar to refill them.  Maurice tried to change the subject “My wife has become very jealous of me lately.”  This time Maurice chose to remain seated and enjoy the show as Matt’s athletic ass massaged the seat of his jeans from the inside out with each step.  As he walked Matt said over his shoulder “Yea I know what you mean.  It’s probably just that you weren’t talking to your wife that made her react that way.  Women can be awfully territorial.  But hey, it was a work party and you have to circulate.  And my philosophy has always been to visit with the best looking person at a party.  They are usually the most interesting.

As Matt returned with their refilled glasses Maurice found that, in the current situation, he could not agree more.  Much to Maurice’s delight the light from the fire made the bulge in Matt’s jeans seem to dance with each step. 

Matt settled back into his chair and observed “As for this guy Travis…”  Maurice nodded and Matt went on “He sounds like a good guy to get to know.”  He looked up toward the ceiling and commented thoughtful “I am totally serious about enjoying the company of good looking people.  I know it’s odd, but I have always found that the most successful people in business are good looking.  I know it shouldn’t make any difference but it seems to just be the way things are.  I mean good looks brains don’t always go together.” 

He paused and looked back at Maurice “Present company exempted of course.”  They laughed and Matt went on.  “I guess it is totally normal to assume the way we look or the clothes we wear…” he reached out to touch Maurice’s knee and caress the fine grey wool.  Without removing his hand Matt continued “…indicate a lot more about a person.  So what I am saying is that I think it is totally ok to appreciate someone for their good looks.  I mean, male or female, if they look good, they look good.”

Maurice raised his glass in a toast “I will drink to that!”

Matt leaned toward Maurice as their glasses clinked and offered thoughtfully “You know, other societies, for example the ancient Greeks, had a completely open approach to sexuality.  They appreciated the human form, male and female.  Greek men were great statesmen and warriors…”

Maurice chimed in “They invented democracy…” He paused for a beat and then added “and the toga… Good people.” 

They both chuckled and then Matt continued… “The men made war and love…” Matt paused and looked deep into Maurice’s eyes  “…but they also knew that, sometimes, only a man can really know how to take care of another man’s needs.”  Then Matt lowered his voice and continued in a conspiratal tone “I’ve never told anyone this before, but I think I might have been a Greek warrior in a previous life.”

Maurice responded with astonishment “You’re kidding!  Seriously?” Maurice excitedly waved his glass in the air. “Me too.  I have always been fascinated with Greek history.  I relate so well.”  He smiled guiltily “I could totally imagine myself in a toga.” 

Matt looked at Maurice seriously and said slowly “I think we would both look damn good in togas.” They both laughed hard. 

The drinks at the party and then Matt’s smooth scotch had conspired to lower Maurice’s resistance but he still wasn’t sure what he was resisting, or if he was indeed resisting anything.  He wasn’t sure that he wanted to resist anything.  He thought that he might be open to anything this very hot man wanted to propose. But was there a proposal? ‘Or…’ asked himself ‘am I just thinking wishfully?’

Maurice felt like what he was about to say was a lame comment but he just couldn’t seem to stop the words from coming out of his mouth “Matt, you kind of look like one of those Greek statues.”  Maurice allowed his gaze to openly and appreciatively sweep down across Matt’s form.  “It looks like you have been spending a lot of time in the gym.”

“Thanks!” Matt said as he flashed a big smile at Maurice.  “Ever since my wife left I have been running every day and pushing iron four days a week.” He jumped to his feet and began to flex his arms, lifting his fists up to his head while curling his wrists to show off his biceps.

After a few moments he laughed at himself and said “Wow that fireplace has gotten it warm in here.  I don’t think I need this.” Matt said as crossed his arms across his chest to lift and remove his grey hoody.  As he tugged it over his head he revealed a tight white V-neck T-shirt that showed off his broad chest.  The thin cotton did little to hide his perky nipples and the short sleeves framed his biceps that Maurice that looked more like canons than guns. 

‘This was not the way I see him at church’ Maurice thought.  Maurice felt flushed.  Certainly the fireplace was making the room toasty, but seeing Matt flex his muscles and pull off his hoody was making his blood race.  He was almost in a trance as he also stood and pulled off his suit jacket.  They stood there face to face for a moment, only inches away from each other.  Finally Matt again touched Maurice’s hand as he took the jacket from him.  “Here let me.” And he laid it carefully on the back of his chair.

It was then that Maurice realized that his cock was swelling.  Instead of being restrained by his briefs, the waistband under his balls was pushing his whole package up and out against his snug suit pants.  He was seriously tenting.  Now Matt took hold of Maurice’s arms and squeezed his biceps. “It doesn’t look like you have been exactly lying around yourself.”

“Thanks Matt.”  Maurice leaned forward to whisper into Matt’s ear. “You know you are an extremely handsome man.” As Maurice spoke Matt’s hands were sliding down his arms to his hands.  For a moment he held Maurice’s hands and heat flowed between them.  There was an unspoken passion in those few seconds. Nothing had happened yet.  They could stop and Maurice could go home and there would be nothing to be ashamed of.  But they both knew that wasn’t the path they were going to choose.  It wasn’t the path they needed.  It wasn’t what they wanted.  They wanted to discover each other.

Slowly Matt let go of Maurice’s left hand and moved his right hand down Maurice’s hip toward the front of his slacks. The tips of Matt’s fingers traced down along the edge of the pocket then moved across resting on and then gently cupping the tent that was barely sheltering the head of Maurice’s now rock hard cock. With the other hand Matt guided Maurice’s right hand to his own package.  There Maurice found what could easily have been a shaft of forged steel struggling to be released from the constricting denim.

Maurice whispered “Is this a good idea?

As Matt began to unfasten Maurice’s belt Matt responded “I don’t have any togas. So, yes, it is a very good idea.”

Maurice responded “I don’t think we’re going to need any togas.”

Matt reached towards the front of Maurice’s pants, undid the belt buckle and pulled it hard.  With a snap Maurice’s belt flew out of his slacks and Matt tossed it into a corner.  Matt then undid the waist button of Maurice’s slacks and pulled the zipper down and then undid the inner button.  Matt knelt down as he pushed Maurice’s pants back and down.  With that final movement Maurice’s cock snapped out and up, the tip dancing an inch from Matt’s face. 

For a moment Matt paused to revel in the sight of Maurice’s stiff cock and neatly trimmed bush.  Maurice’s full round balls were still framed and lifted up by the briefs that he had pushed down under his nuts an hour before.

Seconds passed but seemed like minutes or hours as Matt just took in the sight, smell and heat of Maurice’s perfectly sculptured manhood.  Maurice’s prick was long thick with veins trailing along the smooth pale shaft.  It throbbed with each heartbeat, quivering expectantly, only a short movement away from Matt’s moist and ready mouth.  It was exotic and thrilling.  This was something that Matt had fantasied about ever since he had met Maurice at church.  He had wanted to get him naked.

Then Matt moved in just a little more.  He opened his mouth so that his lips were floating excruciatingly close but not touching the tip of Maurice’s ridged pulsating member.   His breath would be enough for a moment.  Each breath in brought in the scent of musk and pre-cum mixed with moisture and heat.  Each breath out caressed the sensitive skin of the head of Maurice’s cock. He would not rush this.  He would not allow this to be a wham-bang-thank-you-mam.  He would be Maurice’s lover.  He would be the lover of Maurice’s dreams. 

Maurice could feel Matt’s hot breath on the head of his cock.  His hot blood was swelling his cock until it was almost painful.  Yes he needed to cum, but first he needed to feel every bit of Matt.  He needed his mouth, he needed to be touched and tasted.  He needed to be found manly, masculine and worthy.  He needed be used by this amazing man and then, then he could cum.

For a moment they did not touch.  The only thing that connected them was Matt’s gaze and his hot moist breath.  Matt breathed in Maurice’s presence.  His senses were taking in every sight, sound and smell of the man before him. Then the wait was over.  It was time to add touch and taste to this forbidden mix of senses.

Matt moved to close the space between them, letting his parting lips just barely touch and then slowly take in the head of Maurice’s throbbing cock.  Matt explored and admired the silky texture of skin of Maurice’s now red and swollen cock on his lips and then his tongue.  As he licked he found oozing drops of rich pre-cum that had started to leak out.  He lapped up Maurice’s love juice like a thirsty dog drinking water from a bowl.

At first Maurice stood ramrod straight looking off into the distance but now he reached out to take Matt’s hair into his hands.  He wanted to pull Matt’s down on his swollen pulsing cock but he also he knew he wanted the moment to last. 

As Matt moved in his lips finally took in the red hot skin of the head of Maurice’s cock.  Then slowly (ever so slowly) Matt’s tongue began to circle round and round the ridge of Maurice’s throbbing member. 

Maurice arched his hips forward to offer his cock to Matt.  He had never felt anything like this.  Never had anyone taken the time to worship his cock, his manhood. He felt masculine and powerful.  He was more of a man than he had ever felt and more than he could imagine.  Someone was pleasuring him.  Someone thought his prick was amazing and hot.  Someone was making him feel like a sex god.

Slowly Matt moved forward.  Tiny bit, by tiny bit, he made his way around the flair of the head.  The tip of his tongue danced a rapid staccato along the edge of the helmet.  Back and forth Matt’s tongue swept across the edge.  Then the tip of Matt’s tongue flicked back and forth between Maurice’s piss hole and the edge of his cock head and then beyond to circle under the ridge.  

Maurice couldn’t move.  The sensation of Matt’s mouth on his cock was more amazing than he could he imagine.  This was what sex was supposed to be like.  He suddenly knew in his heart and mind that only a man could discover and his needs.  Only a man could understand.  This is what the Greeks understood: only men can truly meet another man’s needs.  Only a man could hope to understand. 

Matt moved his right hand from Maurice’s ass and wrapped it around Maurice’s cock.  He paused and for a moment he sat back to take it in.  Maurice’s cock was nearly purple from his hot blood engorging it.  Matt moved the shaft from left to right to examine it close up.  As he moved it he leaned in to lick and nipple at stray places along the shaft and head. 

But then he pushed Maurice’s cock up against his stomach.  With it stretched up tight and flat against Maurice’s white shirt.  Matt began to use the tip of his tongue to tease that triangle of nerves just under the bottom side of the head of Maurice’s cock.  Matt flicked his tongue at first gently and slowly then more rapidly and deeper.  With each tease and caress drops of pre-cum flowed down to his tongue and he lapped each drop up like it was liquid gold.

Once again Maurice felt like he was going to shoot but just as his eyes rolled back in his head, Matt shifted back and away.  Maurice looked down to see Matt stand to finish unbuttoning Maurice’s shirt.  They worked together and in a moment the shirt was dropped it to the floor.  Then Maurice grabbed the bottom of Matt’s T-shirt and pulled it up over Matt’s head and they were both bare chested. 

The firelight flickered warmly against their skin as they took each other in.  Maurice’s chest was creamy, pale and hairless and his pecs were accented by his firm nipples.  His torso tapered down to his flat stomach and narrow waist.  Matt skin was olive with hard broad pecs covered with a dense carpet of neatly trimmed fur.   A hard six pack was neatly divided by a trail of short black curly head that lead south to his navel and then south to dive below the waist band sitting low on his strong hips.

They stared at each other’s chests for a moment but now Maurice needed to see all of Matt.  He needed to see what lay beneath this swollen denim package.  Now it was his turn to unbuckle Matt’s belt.  He did not pull it out completely like Matt had done with his.  Instead he undid the buckle and pulled the end out and then let the ends fall away.  He was too hungry to do anything extra.  Two fingers slipped under the waistband and pressed out so Maurice could unfasten the brass button with his other hand.  Then Maurice felt a warm rush go through him as he tugged down on the tongue of the brass zipper. 

As Maurice tugged the zipper down, he found resistance as he pulled it over the growing bulge beneath.  Finally, with the zipper all the way down Maurice opened the top of Matt’s pants and began to peel the denim back and down to reveal the tiny black briefs beneath them.  As he did so, he kicked off his own shoes and pants.  Now for a moment, Maurice leaned back as he took in the picture of Matt’s cock pressing up against his briefs.  Maurice pushed Matt’s jeans down to the floor and helped him step out of them as he knelt down to prepare to move in on Matt’s crotch. 

Matt’s briefs did little to hide his erection but Maurice wasn’t going to hurry.  He pushed Matt’s jeans down as Matt awkwardly kicked off shoes and socks and then finally they worked together to pull the skinny jeans off so that Matt stood before Maurice clad only in his tiny black briefs. 

Maurice paused only long enough to take in the sight of the shape of Matt’s cock and balls straining against the material.  Matt’s cock was rock hard and pointing to his right nearly popping out of the waist band near his hip.  Maurice reached out to touch the cloth that barely hid Matt’s cock with one hand and cup Matt’s the perfect globe of his balls with the other.

After a moment Maurice leaned in to lick and tongue the silhouette of Matt’s pulsing member and cupped his balls with his hand.  Soon the combination of Maurice’s saliva and Matt’s pre-cum had soaked the front of Matt’s briefs.  It was then that Maurice leaned back as he pulled Matt’s briefs down.  Matt’s cock popped out to point directly into Maurice’s face.

Matt’s cock curved slightly up and slightly to his right.  While his dick was a little narrower than Maurice’s it was at least an inch longer and the head was just as large.  His shaved balls were red and swollen as they pulled up against the base of his throbbing cock.

Maurice couldn’t wait a moment longer.  He wanted to taste Matt’s cock.  He wanted to taste his cum and swallow it.  He wanted to please him.  He knew how. 

Now without any further hesitation he leaned forward.  His tongue reached out and circled Matt’s cock like an athlete running a track.  With the tip of his tongue he raced around the hot red head.  He circled clockwise, paused, and then turned back.  At the base of the head Maurice let his tongue dance and lick at the triangle where the head swept up from the shaft.  With each flick of his tongue Maurice could feel Matt shudder and push gently forward.

At one moment Maurice’s tongue was soft and caressing and in the next, tense and stiff, prodding needy nerve endings. And then the tip of Maurice’s tongue slid back up the silken hill to reach the mount and then to circle the rim of the piss hole.  Once, twice, three times he circled.  He paused and then dove in, sucking and plunging into that oozing slit.

Maurice’s tongue circled and twisted to drill down, trying to pierce the tunnel of Matt’s cock looking for the fountain of youth.  Pre-cum continued to flow out to lubricate and tantalize Maurice as he sucked and nibbled and prodded with his tongue into the tiny juicy silt.

Maurice began to take more and more of Matt’s cock into his wet, hot, needy mouth.  Maurice’s lips clamped down on the hot shaft just below the head his tongue’s rough surface stroked on the velvet shield.  Down a bit, then back, then down a little more, then back all the way to the tip to suck and drill with his tongue and then slide deeper down his shaft once again.  At the same time the length of his tongue and his lips became a hot, wet, ever changing tunnel of love for Matt’s throbbing member. 

Matt took quick shallow breaths as Maurice moved down his shaft.  It was almost more than he could stand.  He could feel the cum building, the moment arriving.  As Maurice finally buried his nose against Matt’s hard abdomen the muscles at the back of Maurice’s throat began to grip and suck on Matt’s swollen glans.

Matt was about to explode.  He legs were beginning to shake.  He was standing with his back arched, his head was strained back and he was staring wide eyed and yet blindly at the ceiling.  His mouth was open in a silent scream as his cock was slowly being sucked deeper and deeper into Maurice’s mouth.  Needing to take in everything that was happening Matt finally looked down.  His hands were griping Maurice’s hair and he pressed him down on his engorged manhood.  The very sight made him thrust his hips forward and push harder on Maurice’s head. 

Despite their passion Maurice were still mostly dressed.  He still had on his white shirt and his pants, though missing the belt, were only down around his knees.  His briefs still covered his butt while in front the waist band was still down under his nuts.    

The two men and been so focused on servicing each other that they hadn’t thought about anything else.  Maurice was his knees, one hand on Matt’s ass and the other cupping his swollen balls.  He couldn’t get enough of Matt’s cock and at the same time he wanted to take it slow. He wanted to take the time to worship this Greek god with a rock hard shaft of surging flesh.  Slowly he allows lips to move down the shaft while his tongue continued to flick and tease at the perfectly formed head

Matt could hardly bare it.  Matt was on the verge of making him cum but he wanted more.  He wanted more than sex, he wanted everything that making love could offer.  Firmly Matt pushed Maurice back to lie on the sofa.  He lifted Maurice’s legs up onto the cushions and pulled his shoes and socks off and tossed them away.  Next he pulled the slacks off and then as Maurice lifted his hips he quickly pulled his briefs off of him. 

Matt turned so that he could take Maurice in his mouth and offer his cock to Maurice.  As they lay next to each other each held the others ass and moved their wet hot mouths further and further down the others throbbing shaft.  Now there was no subtly.  Each man sucked lustily from head to shank in rapid wet sucking movements that were designed to suck the other dry.

Maurice sucked hungrily on Matt’s dick slurping as he took it deeper and deeper in till he felt the hot head sliding down into the restriction of his throat.  He quickly overcame the gag urge and turned them into muscular contractions on the tender head.   As Maurice sucked greedily he caressed Matt’s firm round balls.  Then he traced the taint up to the eager hole between the firm round cheeks. Saliva and pre-cum flowed down into Matt’s crack lubricating it as Maurice’s hands explored the hidden valley between his strong legs.

At the same time Matt was slowly pulsing up and down on Maurice’s cock.  He was pursing his lips to squeeze tightly as he went down.  Sucking hard and sloppily on each slow stoke. 

As Matt sucked on Maurice’s cock he was exploring Maurice’s ass with both hands.  At first just sliding his fingers up and down the tight crack.  Then spreading the firm cheeks and finding the moist rosebud of Maurice’s hole.  There he massaged and teased and then pressed with one finger to find it the hole opening to his demand.  One finger slid in just a little way.  Just a tease.  Now Matt used that finger and the palms of his hands on Maurice’s tense ass to pull his cheeks apart.  He could use Maurice’s ass as leverage as he continued to suck lustily on his cock.

Now Matt took Maurice’s cock harder and faster into his mouth.  He drove his lips down around it.  Matt was greedy.  He wanted to experience this hot man at his core.  His mouth slid down the engorged cock then retreated back to the head to taste the pre-cum.  Then Matt dove down again, each time exploring further along the length of the red hot shaft.  Deeper and deeper he took in Maurice’s stiff cock until he finally let the swollen head slide into his hungry throat.

Maurice could feel his own cum welling up in his balls.  Matt’s was taking him all the way down to the shank of his cock and then back up to the ridge of the head and then back down, faster and faster.  He was getting lost in the experience.  He wanted it to last forever but his balls were going to squirt their load and he could tell from the way Matt was pushing himself into Maurice’s mouth that Matt was also close.

There was no way to know which one started to cum first.  As one began to cum the other could feel the other’s shaft stiffen even more and swell and their balls pulled up and became tense as the cum built up.  Each man knew that the other was going to cum.  Each man wanted only to bring the other to climax so much so that it was almost a surprise that they also came at the same time.  Again and again, each man shot thick ropes of cum shot deep into the other’s mouth and throat.  Each man licked and sucked to taste the rich nutty flavor and thick creamy texture.

Despite much moaning and bliss, not a drop was spilled.  They both lay quietly their heads buried in the other’s crotch for a few moments.  Each man still held the other man’s cock in their mouths licking and teasing any final drops out and swallowing them like fine wine.  Despite the massive orgasm neither man’s cock began to shrink. 

Finally they both pulled away to sit up.  They sat close to each other.  Legs and hips pressing close. Each man stroked and caressed the other’s chest and then their hands moved down to hold and then stroke their still massive hard-ons. 

Matt suddenly looked very serious as he looked deeply into Maurice’s eyes.  “I hope you can stay a little longer.” 

Maurice didn’t think for more a moment “My wife is sound asleep by now.  Most nights I sleep in the guest room anyway so she won’t even know when I get home.”

The fire had died down to embers.  Matt smiled hugely as he stood up.  Matt used his used his grip on Maurice’s cock to pull him up with him.  “Good! Then let’s take this back to the bedroom.”

Maurice pulled Matt close into his arms.  Their naked bodies pressed their dicks against each other’s flat abdomens.  “I would like that….Very much.”

TO BE CONTINUED

Late Breaking Gay Sex at Bunche Beach

Bunche Beach, John Morris Road, San Carlos Bay, Ft. Myers, Florida


Maurice was nervous. He had never been to a gay beach before. But he had exactly 2 hours while his wife and kids were at the movies and they thought he was lying down with a headache.  He guessed he should feel guilty but instead it was just nervous. 

He had been preparing for this for weeks.  His dark brown pubes were trimmed and his sizable balls were shaved.  In addition to his Florida tan he had been tanning at a salon to minimize any lines.

To complete the look he had purchased a “tan through” swim suit.  The tiny suit’s high legs and the pattern of gold, tan, yellow and green palm leaves drew the eye to his prominent package.  The not so subtle design also hid the fact that you could actually see through the sheer knit material.  To hide the swim suit until he got to the beach he had put on a loose pair of gym shorts and a tank top.  But that didn’t hide his broad shoulders, narrow hips, round firm ass, or his strong legs.  He knew he looked good but he didn’t want to look too “gay.” At least not until he was ready.

When he arrived he parked along the street and then began the walk to the beach.  It was then that he went from nervous to something near to sheer terror.

He thought “This was just plain goofy. What if someone he knew saw him?”  There were lots of people on the beach and he knew that he would have to walk something like a half-mile to find the "gay beach".  He had put on a “Cubs” ball cap and dark sunglasses but at six foot three and 205 lbs. he was not exactly invisible.  None the less, he had come this far and wanted this that badly.  He wasn’t going to turn around now.

He clutched his beach towel and his little cooler that contained three beers, suntan lotion, four rubbers and a small bottle of lube, and trudged off down the sidewalk towards the shore.

When he got to the narrow beach he turned left.  By some unwritten concession the gays had conceded the best part of the beach to the straights and the families.  To the left the beach became narrower and he could see rocks in the water that with the current would make the water dangerous for swimming.   He was relieved to quickly leave behind all the happy little families playing and sunning and in less than five minutes into his walk the crowd had thinned out. 

Under other circumstances he might have brought his wife and boys down here to enjoy the beach.  But now this time was his.  He had given more than enough to his family. 

As he moved southeast there was a tree that had fallen across the narrow beach so that he had to wade into the water to get around and beyond it.  As he picked his way past the tree he was afraid that he was in the wrong place.  But there, just a hundred yards away he saw several men on beach towels.

Just men!

Men in Speedo's!

Hot men!

Men with dark tans!

Men who looked up as Maurice came down the narrow beach.

Maurice was too nervous to get too close, so while still 20 feet away from the nearest person he spread out his towel and sat down.  He sat for a moment then realized he is was still in his shorts and tank top.  That wasn't exatly the image of himself that he had imagined on a gay beach.  So without lifting his butt more than an inch off of the beach towel he squirmed out of his shorts and shirt.

Now what?

It wasn't that he hadn't thought about it. Hell that's all you thought about for the last four days. In fact the idea of going somewhere where he could meet gay men was an all-consuming idea that nagged at him more and more every day.  The older he got the more he knew he had to make it happen.  And he knew it had to happen soon.

His mouth was dry with anticipation so he dug out a beer and chugged it down.

Nothing was happening.  Would someone come up to him?  He got out the suntan lotion and slathered it on.  This only served to make him hornier - if that was possible.  As his hands spread the oil over his skin his dick began to swell within the confines of the tiny bikini.

This was crazy.  What if someone saw that he was getting hard?  Hell – what if they didn’t?  That was why he was here wasn’t it? 

He wanted to reach beneath the waist band of his suit and smear the lotion on his cock and balls but knew that he would get rock hard if he did.  None-the-less he looked around to make sure no one was watching and lifted the edge of his suit to look at his cock.  The sheer fabric cast a spotty shade on his swelling member.  As he watched he could see it twitch and throb and shift and grow.  Damn!  He had to stop or get up and get in the water or do something.

There was no time to just sit there. He was either going to be rejected completely and feel like a fool or have the time of his life but he wasn't going to just sit there on the towel.

He got up and moved towards the other men. He was very aware of himself.  He felt virtually naked. And in fact he was virtually was.  Certainly the tiny swim suit was keeping him legal but the fact that it covered such a small percentage of his tall, lean frame made it more of a focal point rather than a cover-up.  Maurice’s balls were barely captured by the straining fabric and his 8 inch cock was pointing firmly up and to the left and its head was pulling the waist band away from his flat belly. His broad shoulders, firm pecks and flat belly now formed a V that pointed down to his swollen package.  Despite how he knew he looked in the mirror he now worried that his salt-and-pepper hair made him look older.

He walked past four or five men lying in the sun. Most of them wore Speedo's. Everyone was covered in oil. Everyone had a dark tan and everyone was beautiful.

Maurice may not have realized it but their heads swiveled and their eyes, hidden by sunglasses, tracked the newest addition to the group.

As Maurice passed the men lying on their beach towels he saw ahead a group of four or five men standing together smoking cigaretts and talking.

This was it, he would walk up to them and endure their ridicule and scorn or perhaps, just maybe, something else.  Something wonderful!  He had to do it.  He didn’t know what to say to them.  They would know he was an idiot and out of his realm.  But it was now or never.  Even if he nothing happened he felt amazing.  Nervous but amazing.  Even if no one else thought that he was sexy – he did.  And that was very hot to him.  So steeling himself against rejection he walked up to them.

As he approached the group stopped talking to blatantly check him out from head to toe with a long pause to simply stare at his package.

Maurice didn't know what to say. Anything would be stupid. Should he just say “Hello”or maybe  “Nice day”or maybe “This is a real nice part the beach” (it wasn't.) Instead much to Maurice's relief someone in the group said hello to him.  Maurice’s mouth was dry again but he managed to blurt out an awkward “Hello.” in return.

And then the one who had said hello said “I like your swimsuit.”

That made his cock jump. He had been afraid that he might not even be able to get it up.  But as the one who said he liked his swimsuit came closer he could feel his cock swell.

His new friend moved closer.  He was shorter than Maurice with short dark hair and a pearly white smile.  His smooth darkly tanned skin was stretched over well-defined muscles.  As he move forward he came so close that Maurice could smell the coconut in the oil that shone on his dark skin.  As soon as he came close enough to touch him he reached out and touched the narrow band of fabric on Maurice’s hip.

His hand stayed on his hip as he lifted his head to look up at Maurice and said “Looks good on you.”

Time seemed to slow to almost a stop for Maurice.  It all seemed amazingly exotic and yet somehow so natural.  Maurice managed to squeak out in a half voice “It's a tan-through.”  As Maurice said this he put his hand down to pull the waistband away from his belly and run his fingertips under the material so that his newfound friend could see how sheer the material was.  His new friend leaned forward to get a peek down inside.

There was a lot to see inside. Maurice’s dick was now suddenly fully erect and as he tugged the waist band the head of his now throbbing cock peaked out over the top.  In a smooth motion his friend slid his hand over the outside of the suit from Maurice’s hip down to cup his now rigid member.

His friend leaned in and said "I’m Joe.  Let me show you some other things that are pretty neat here on the beach."

And with that Joe put one hand on the small of Maurice's back and began to guide him up into the woods.

They moved only a few yards into the woods where they were just out of sight from anyone who might be walking the beach.

Joe turned towards Maurice, pushed him gently against a tree and pulling his swim suit's waist band away from his body to allow the now dripping member to jump out toward Joe.

For a moment Maurice’s cock simply throbbed as it waved and pointed up at Joe.  Joe stood holding the waistband out staring down but saying nothing.

Finally Joe said “God damn – that’s nice!”  Then Joe knelt.  As he moved to his knees he pulled Maurice’s suit down to his ankles with his left hand and took Marice's throbbing and swollen cock in his right.  He stared for only moment and then gently began to bring his lips to the head.

Maurice couldn’t move.  He looked down to watch but it was what he felt that filled his universe.  Everything in him was now focused on cock.  Joe’s wet lips moving over the head of his cock.  His hot tongue searched the edges and stroked and gently probed Maurice's piss hole.  Then like a deep wet tunnel he felt Joe's hungry mouth move down his shaft.  Maurice had to move one hand back to the tree trunk to steady himself but he took his other hand to press Joe’s head gently deeper down on his shaft.

Hungrily with quiet slurping sounds Joe moved in and out, but each time moving further down the hard veined rod of throbbing flesh.

Finally Joe’s nose and lips were pounding into Maurice’s pubs and belly and the head of Maurice’s cock was popping back and forth into Joe’s throat.

Maurice knew he wasn’t going to last long but that was didn’t make any difference.  The cum that was building up to shoot out of him had been building for years.  This was his first real gay load.  The load that was building up would shoot him into a new world.  Right or wrong it was going to happen.

Joe could feel the buildup and dove deeper and faster on this red hot pulsing rod.

Then Maurice shot – and shot and shot.  Joe swallowed and swallowed.

Time began to catch up for Maurice.  What had seemed an hour had been only a few minutes and now Maurice was holding on to the tree because his knees could no longer hold him.

Joe rose and wiped his mouth and smiled.  Maurice gave a half smile and weekly said thank you.  Joe smiled bigger and gently kissed Maurice and said “You’re welcome.”

Maurice pulled up his swimsuit and then followed Joe back to the beach.

The moment was over but a new world had opened up for Maurice.  He was now a gay man in a marriage with a woman.  He would never be the same. He was a Late Breaking Gay.
 

BTW this is my first attempt at writing LBG (Late Breaking Gay) porn.  I would greatly appreciate your comments