Backroom Pro

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved

He splashed more cold water over his face, then straightened up to stare at his reflection in the mirror. There were a few lines on his forehead, a few wrinkles even under his dark green eyes, but that was more from his lifestyle than old age. 30 years old and he still had what it took, as he smiled.

Smiling added to his appearance, took away the tired look and made him exactly what they all saw. His face was angular, narrow and not puffy, despite the lack of sleep or the amount of booze he had consumed. In all honesty, it was a face that made many take a second look, and some angle for a trip to the backroom of the bar, where he was well known.

Morgan adjusted the cowlick that kept hanging down, as he wondered if he’d manage one more score tonight, before last call. It wasn’t that he was a slut, like many of the establishment queens thought, it was simply that he enjoyed cock, and besides, it also was about not having to spend a fortune getting drunk. A perfect combination for him these last few years.

Few trips to the backroom generally satisfied his craving for cock, which also helped keep his bar tab down. Funny how many would come out of the backroom after a few minutes with him, and wind up spending a small fortune on buying him drinks the rest of the evening.

In all honesty, he wasn’t exactly an Adonis, but he had good manly features. His body was flat, thanks to a constant regiment at the local Gym, and eating right. He kept himself in shape, riding his bike or jogging as well and his belly was flat and solid. He prided himself on that aspect of his life, as he wiped his face, keeping his eye on his reflection.

The stirring in his groin made him stand up and finish his clean up. He did want to try for one more trip to the backroom, as he still hadn’t found one to suck him. Funny, but most nights were like that these days. The younger crowd all wanted their dicks sucked which suited him, but by the end of the night, he was so friggin horny he needed his own blow job. Wasn’t that he had a super huge cock that made people gag either. It was average in length, perhaps a bit thicker than some, but not overly thick. He sighed, adjusting the growing lump in his pants.

It had been a normal weekend for him so far. He stared once more at his reflection, knowing that if all else failed, he could entice one of the more senior queers to go into the back and service his cock. Still, he kind of was hoping he wouldn’t have to resort to that, as there was one or two of the more newer boys that had possibilities. Not many had eluded him totally, but he had his eyes set on either that new kid from Chicago, Greg, but he seemed a little too fond of himself. Then there was the one who had shown up just last weekend for the first time. Taylor or Tyler was his name, and he was definitely a prize worth pursuing.

Maybe this would be his introduction to the backroom. Morgan decided to once more make an effort to get him back there, and hell, even if he didn’t get his dick sucked, he wouldn’t mind taking a taste of Taylor, Tyler’s cock. Damn, he wished he knew for sure which is was, Taylor or Tyler.

On his way out of the bathroom, he spotted an earlier conquest, Stanley, who was talking to the object of his latest desire. He stood by the door, waiting for him to finish talking so he could find out exactly what the new kids name was. As he leaned against the wall, the waiter showed up with a drink for him. Another thank you from a grateful client, as he liked to call them.

Sipping at the drink, he surveyed the crowd, wondering who would be a likely candidate to service him, but he kept going back to stare at Stanley and the tall young blond new kid. Finally the kid moved away and Morgan made a straight line to Stan. At last he had his name, Taylor, and the hunt was on.

Last Call was an hour away, but he felt the urgency as he started to seek out Taylor. The kid had all the right parts. Longish blond hair was a turn on for Morgan, that and a well built body. He looked natural too, not like some body building freak with overblown muscles rippling under the tight clothes. He wore faded denim jeans, not too tight nor too loose. You could get a good view of what his package was like, which was another plus for Morgan. He hated surprises.

Spotting Taylor, he began to make his way towards him. Along the way a couple of his earlier conquests stopped him. One even reached down to give him a quick grope. He smiled at that and gave the guy a rather special smile. Looking at him, he remembered how good his cock had tasted not more than three or so hours earlier. Maybe if he couldn’t score with Taylor, he’d come back for Mark and convince him to return the favour. Now that might be interesting. Yet, somehow he didn’t think Mark would be as good sucking him, as he had been in sucking Mark.

If anyone asked about Morgan, they would all say he knew how to suck cock. It had taken him a long time to develop his technique, and it varied too. A lot depended on the size of cock he was confronted with. If it was a thin one, he generally liked stroking it while sucking on the balls. That helped get them a bit thicker which fit nicely in his mouth. He enjoyed tickling it too with his tongue, sort of scratching it with the raspy part of his tongue. Made them groan nicely, which was a turn on for Morgan.

Then the thick cocks, they were the challenge, as he enjoyed the press of the hot flesh down his throat. Certainly was a challenge in getting his throat to take it too. He didn’t like it when people gagged on cock, so he did his best to not gag himself when taking a nice plump piece of cock.

Sucking cock was an art, you didn’t just take the hard pole into your mouth and move your head in and out. You had to do a damn site more, to make sucking more enjoyable, for yourself as well as the person being sucked off. Too many forgot that, but he didn’t. He was a professional, or so he liked to think. Besides, he had to be doing something right to get so many into the back room.

A slap on his left butt cheek made him turn around with a scowl. He stared at Jake, who just smiled and handed him a drink. He laughed and gave the young 21 year old a hug. Now he had a nice cock, one that fit just right down his gullet, and it was always clean too. Freshly scrubbed he thought, and Jake was a frequent partner into the back room. He enjoyed the scent from his crotch as he would fondle the balls, and kiss lightly the thick shaft. It always made Jake reach down to grip his shoulders a bit tightly. That would generally be his signal too, to suddenly gobble the cock into his mouth, all of it until his nose was pressing hard into the soft groin. That definitely made the hands clench his shoulders hard, and made Jake groan too.

Some of the others would look, but then would get back to their own business. Jake was vocal, and it helped to spur Morgan on. He liked to know that what he was doing was being enjoyed. Running his tongue around the shaft while he pulled back would send shivers down Jake’s backside, his too. He liked the way the young man was so sensual, so aroused.

The taste of the cock was always good too. The way it would almost immediately be spurting pre cum would make Morgan reach down to squeeze his own cock. He liked Jake’s taste. It wasn’t too sweet or salty and it didn’t take him long either. That part was rather a bonus when he was on his knees. The floor in the back wasn’t exactly made for long contact.

Jake’s balls were always full too. They were huge in fact and Morgan would enjoy sucking on each one individually. He had taken them both into his mouth a couple of times, but it wasn’t easy. He liked the feel of those eggs moving around when his tongue would push. The leathery pouch was musky but pleasant to taste.

Thinking of Jake, and how he would moan and move to Morgan’s sucking was making him stiffer. He could feel his own cock aching and he patted Jake on the shoulder as he glanced around, seeking his prey. He spotted Taylor by the bar, and smiled, as he moved towards him. Least he was getting closer he thought as he sipped at the drink in his hand, the memory of Jake still fresh in his mind.

He rather hoped that Taylor had a cock like Jake. One that would fit nicely into his mouth, and had that same fresh scent to it. He liked the smell of sweat mingled with soap. It made him a bit more horny as he squeezed past two more of his recent clients. It was becoming harder to move through the crowd, as many were up and enjoying the last hour before heading home. Many were hoping to go home with someone, so they were all out there, making their last pitches, before going home empty handed for the most part. The few lucky ones were pretty well already set, and as he moved closer to Taylor, he had to wade through several hints and suggestions from friends and others.

Rarely did he take anyone from the bar home. It just wasn’t his thing, but as he glanced at his watch, he felt he’d make an exception if it was Taylor. He spotted him again, and noticed how nicely he filled his jeans. The rear shot was making him lick his lips as he moved faster, not wanting to miss this opportunity. It was sort of like a badge of honour for him now. He wanted Taylor badly, and he didn’t want to take the chance he wouldn’t be here next week.

Even thinking of Jake and his hot body, his wiry pubic hairs pressing up into his nostrils didn’t deter him from moving forward. Jake was always available and while a good suck, he didn’t often return the favour. Once or twice he had, but he just wasn’t up to Morgan’s standards in that department. He didn’t take enough time working the cock up, nor did he manage to keep his throat open enough so as to not gag. That alone was enough to not make him a candidate for the moment, or for going home with either.

He moved in closer, still thinking about Jake and the others. He had Roland when he had first come to the bar tonight. That made him smile as Roland always was a good first cock. He wasn’t as thick as Jake, but he had a nice little bend to the front of his cock. It sort of felt weird at times, taking it down his throat, but it fit perfectly actually. The head was super sensitive as well and when he would run his tongue under the cap, well he could feel Roland shiver and shake.

It was odd how so many would tremble while getting their dicks sucked. The hands were a giveaway too, as they would tighten each time he had struck a nerve or added a good jolt to their senses. That spurred him on, but he didn’t dwell on it either, not wanting to ruin the feeling. That was another thing about many who sucked cock. They stayed on doing one thing too long.

He liked to change the motion, the action. One second he would deep throat the pulsing pole, another he would be licking the underside with his tongue, while running his hands up the stomach, making the muscles ripple. He kept his hands busy when sucking, not just holding onto the hips like most did. He would work his tongue too, licking and even kissing various body parts, while stroking the pole. Another thing many didn’t do right.

He didn’t always use the whole palm of his hand, but would use his thumb and forefinger. The backside of the thumb was wide enough and with the right pressure would really make the cock shake and tremble. He liked that, to feel the cock jerking around under his grip. Morgan didn’t like to stroke for too long, and always when stroking he liked to be sucking something, either the balls or he would even nibble at the sac, teasing it with his teeth. He liked to hear them moan then, and it always was followed up by a quick suck. That made them really shake and always got him ready to take them, right then and there.

Usually they would cum without much warning, so he was always ready. He liked the taste while many didn’t. It didn’t really matter how salty or sweet it was, it was cum. There were one or two who he wouldn’t swallow, simply because the taste was a bit off, but for the most part, the younger guys had the saltier cum which was a turn on for him. He loved how it would fill his mouth, and flow thickly down his throat. Morgan would suck hard, swallowing at the same time so as to not let a single drop go past his lips and down his chin.

He was closer now to Taylor, and he suddenly saw the blonde turn around and stare directly at him. His heart skipped a beat as he saw the interest sparkle in the eyes. Morgan felt his cock throb a little, as he moved closer, to where he could almost smell the young man. His own eyes were desperately trying to send him a signal, and he saw the eyelids flicker as Taylor blinked.  The boy’s lips curled up into a smile, as if he had received Morgan’s signal. Encouraged, Morgan moved a little faster, ignoring Timothy’s greeting. One more his better clients but he was too absorbed with Taylor now.

Finally he came up to him, and as he did he smelled the fresh scent tinged with a bit of sweat. His eyes met Taylor’s and sparks seemed to fly between them. He had been talking with some old queen, who quickly frowned at Morgan, but then realized how hopeless it was. The older man moved away, and Morgan squeezed into the vacant space before anyone else could.

Taylor look at him, with a knowing smile and it made Morgan’s heart race. His pulse was going a mile a second as he smiled back, enjoying the eye contact as well as the aroma of the boy’s cologne and body. His shirt was slightly open, exposing a golden tanned upper chest. A small gold chain, simple yet tasteful hung down and Morgan noticed the small tufts of curly blond hair resting around the open v spot of the shirt.

Morgan couldn’t help himself as he stared at Taylor, from top to bottom. He noticed that tight fitting pants, the bulging crotch that showed the young man’s interest. He smiled at that, wondering just what was there as his eyes moved back up to stare at the smiling face. The golden tanned face was grinning as he sipped at a nearly empty drink.

Signalling to the bartender, for two drinks and pointing at Taylor, he found the boy’s smile grow wider. He settled back, no longer caring if last call was coming up or not. After all, he could always take home his work, where he’d have much more comfortable surroundings, than the back room.

He smiled back at Taylor who took the fresh drink into his hand. Raising the glass and nodding to Morgan, he took a swig of it before suddenly introducing himself. His voice was husky and laced with his obvious desire and then he looked towards the back room. With his head tilted he looked back at Morgan.

Licking his lips in a slow longing manner, Taylor stared at Morgan, then said, ‘Not much time’. Morgan smiled and downed his drink and indicated for Taylor to finish his as well. The young blonde quickly downed the drink when Morgan looked at him, smiled and said.

‘We can get a cab out front’

Craig’s Bedroom

By Gaystoryman (Ian Kovnats)

Copyright © 2006

(1)

Craig stared at the rumpled bed and shook his head. It hurt a little as he noticed the one king size pillow tossed to one side on the floor. It sat there, with a light wet spot that Craig just knew would be a bitch to get out. Why the hell did he not hide the stupid baby oil? Not only was his pillow showing the stains, but the entire bedroom stank from its nauseatingly sweet scent.

He let out a sigh as he bent down to pick up the pillow. His thin face was taut as a slight hint of Zac’s perfume wafted past his nostril. God he could still smell the guy as if the surfer boy was still in the room, even though he had left long before the sun had risen this morning. Craig wasn’t sure if the sigh was for Zac being gone or for the annoying mess his bedroom was now in.

How he had ever slept in that mess still amazed him. The blanket was all twisted around and not in its normal nearly unruffled pattern that he was used to. The bed sheets look like they hadn’t been washed for years instead of having been fresh before he had brought Zac home.

Craig knew he was a neat freak. It was just who he was and despite his mother’s insistence it wasn’t because he was a homosexual. Funny how she’d never call him anything else, as if the word had less importance or distaste in her mouth as she spoke it. His thin pale lips cracked a bit into a smile as he thought about his mother and what she would say if she could see his bedroom now. It would almost be worth it to invite her over but he quickly lost that notion as he reached out to begin stripping the bed down and get things ready for the laundry.

The smile however didn’t disappear as he started to pull off the large blue patterned sheets. The smell of baby oil continued to annoy his nostrils but at the same time, he rather started to enjoy it. It made him think more about Zac and how all had led up to last night. His brown eyes spotted the empty Condoms before he rolled up the sheet. They too made him smile and he felt the sudden ache in his ass as his mind recalled the very sound hard pounding his butt had gotten last night.

It wasn’t like he had never been fucked before, but last night had been special. The way Zac had twisted his long thick cock deep inside of Craig’s ass was something he wasn’t used to. Nor was he used to the different ways Zac kept positioning him, to make sure he felt every inch of that monster prick as it ploughed hard into his butt. God it was like he had been a virgin the way he had screamed out with each thrust of Zac’s body into his own.

The neighbours upstairs sure didn’t appreciate it at 3am when they had pounded on the floor above his bedroom. The smile turned into a grin as he remembered how it hadn’t slowed Zac down one bit but in fact seemed to have made him push harder and deeper. It was almost as if he was trying to match his rhythm with the pounding of the homophobic pricks upstairs. The small little laugh escaped his lips as he tossed the used Condoms into his waste basket. Somehow it just didn’t matter then and even less when the apartment manager had called to complain about the noise this morning.

Nothing seemed to matter really as he thought about Zac and how they had met, and how they had simply hit it off immediately. It wasn’t like some chance meeting in a nameless bar or darkened back room. He had found Zac while surfing some personal ads at Cruisingmen247 and one thing had led to another.

The profile had been a little bit dull actually and the picture wasn’t exactly crystal clear either. Yet something had tweaked his interest and so he had sent off an email to the nickname next to the photo. The reply had sort of surprised him as he tended to think most of those sites were fake. He hadn’t really expected an answer but there it showed up, in his inbox.

Next Craig knew was that they had arranged to meet in the chat room and well, from there it had just seemed to move along on its own. The talk had lasted for over an hour and it was almost as if he had known Zac forever. They had similar tastes in movies and music even. That was rare to begin with but it had blown him away when he found out that Zac was also an avid Gameboy player. In fact his favourite game was Mario Bros 4 which Craig had only just bought the night before contacting Zac.

Maybe it was kismet he thought as he bundled the soiled sheets into the hamper and began to sort out the pillow cases. The smell was no longer annoying but he opened the window wide anyhow. Wanting to air out the stale smell of sweat and cum that made the room seem dingy and cheap. Not like it was some sleazy hotel room but it sure stank like one this morning but it felt good. The constant pain as he moved and walked attested to that.

Craig knew that for the next encounter he would get something other than a bottle of baby oil. Maybe he’d invest in some of those fancy lubricants that had special scents. He wasn’t sure but he had noticed them in the novelty section of the site and hell, it couldn’t be worse than waking up to the odour of baby oil. Still it did rather excite him too as he felt his own dick thickening a bit at the idea of smearing some fruity flavoured oil over Zac’s milky white flesh.

He had never met someone so white before. I mean most of the guys he had managed to date or see with their clothes off had some sort of tan to their skin. Zac on the other hand was an exception to that. The guy was under 6ft and skinny. Not like he hadn’t eaten but just not well filled out. He wasn’t one for the gym or such but he wasn’t a 98lbs weakling either. Hell the way he had thrown Craig onto the bed, and tossed his legs to either side when he first went down on him still made him tremble a little.

The shaking in his legs reminded him at just how forceful Zac had been. There was no nonsense in his desire to fuck Craig and he had taken charge right off. It was almost bordering on some of that kinky stuff he had heard about but not quite there. The commanding tone of Zac’s voice when he had more or less ordered Craig to strip still echoed a little in his memory. The voice had a lilt to it that made him obey. Something he rarely ever did for any others, but for Zac it just felt right.

After the first few minutes nothing seemed to phase him. He was definitely what he would call Zac’s love slave as he let the man do whatever he had wanted. He had only dug his heels in once, when he had insisted that Zac suit up but it wasn’t like Zac argued too hard about it. It made him think though about what would he have done if Zac had refused? Somehow he was happy he didn’t have to find out because damn it, the guy had the looks that would be hard to deny. No doubt in his mind of that as he could see him now. The chiselled face and the ear length dark hair added to the man’s character. It sort of made him seem taller too and yet that was an illusion. Craig was taller but he didn’t seem to feel that way when he was naked with Zac.

Funny but he had always enjoyed the foreplay, the simple pleasure of watching the other guy get naked or him getting the other guy naked. With Zac is was so fast that he almost thought that the guy had shown up naked. There simply wasn’t any pretence or build up but then , it was what he had expected. In their chats Zac had said he wasn’t into the mushy stuff. That was certainly no understatement because it wasn’t long after they had entered Craig’s bedroom that he was biting the pillow and screaming blue murder as Zac’s cock dove into his unprepared rectum.

Still he would have liked at least some foreplay, some finger action or such to get loosened up but Zac was too forceful. Besides, as he thought about it, in some ways it sort of made the sex even more intense. It sure as hell hurt but in a good way, that even now was pleasing. He could still feel the pain lancing thru his body as the hard thick cock had first entered his ass. The condom lubricant the only juice to help guide the pole along his insides. Man it had felt so rough, and yet so thrilling.

With the sheets all in the hamper, he stared at the naked bed. The grin on his face reminding him that he needed to get a move on. After all it was mid afternoon and he had promised that he’d have dinner ready by 6 when Zac would come back. Craig licked his lips wondering if maybe this time he’d have a shot at riding Zac and who knows, maybe he would succeed in matching his own pounding with the sure to follow thumping from the creeps upstairs.

He was pretty certain Zac would scream. After all Zac had said he rarely took it up the ass but that he would let Craig. It certainly made him feel good and to think, it was all because he had the balls to answer one of those personal ads.

Full Contact

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved

His hands clenched the bed sheet, as he bit into the pillow. The pain was almost unbearable as the hard thrusting penis dug deep into his body. He groaned loudly though it sounded muffled by the pillow wedged in his mouth. His body ached and was stiff all over as he felt the hard thrusting pole dig deep into him. John tried to get lower into the bed itself, to get past and ease the pressure inside but he failed.

The hard thrusts were bad enough, but as one would bury its way deep into him, it would then stop and start to pull out. That hurt almost as much, and would make his whole body shudder. It was like his body was holding onto the pole, refusing to let it go up and out but then when he had thought it was about to leave him for good, it came rushing back inside.

Each time it seemed to go deeper, with more force than before. He cried with each hard thrust, ached with each withdrawal and all the time his body trembled to the wild sensations that travelled through his whole body. He was sweating hard but the person above him was dripping rivers of sweat onto his backside. He could feel each stinging drop of sweat as it splashed onto his back, running towards his spine and trickling downwards.

He never thought his insides could stretch so much as he gulped for more air. His body was taking a pounding and despite the pain between his hips, he was enjoying it. He kept telling himself that, with each hard thrust that penetrated deep into his bowels. He groaned and could even feel tears at the corners of his eyes as the hard pulsing pole ploughed into him.

The motion was getting faster too. His legs were pushed aside and his toes were curling inwards. The thigh muscles were taut and he could hear the slap of flesh on flesh with each hard inwards thrust. The cock was digging a hole into him, almost like those who machines that made the tunnels in the sides of mountains. It felt that big and yet he knew it wasn’t. Just his imagination going into overdrive as the pounding of his ass did as well.

Christ he didn’t know if he could handle anymore, yet as he bit down into the pillow he knew he wanted more. It was strange how his mind wanted to beg for it to end, yet at the same time was actually begging for more, begging the guy on top to go faster, to go deeper and harder.

He felt the hips slamming into him, then twisting a bit as the sweat continued to pour down onto his back. He felt the stinging lashes of the long blond hair of his friend as his head twisted and turned with the wild gyrations of his body. Yet all he could hear really was the grunts, the groans as the body above continued to slam hard into his own.

John had been fucked before, but never like this. He had enjoyed the feeling and yeah, he had to admit it hurt at first, but not like this did. Gawd he thought, how could he have agreed to this and yet even as the thought entered his mind, he was glad he had. The pain was tearing at him, but so too was the deep feeling of being full. It was all warm and even slightly intoxicating as his head flopped from one side to the other on the sweat stained pillow. His own saliva was all over the pillow and he could smell the tangy aroma of stale sweat too. It was all part of the experience he thought as once more the cock inside of him began to quickly move out. He sighed a little as he felt the head stretching his pink hole, but like always, it didn’t leave.

It just seemed to hover there for less than a second, before he felt the sudden jarring jolt of the body falling back on his own buttocks. His cheeks were slick with his sweat that mingled with Brian’s own sweat. The stinging sound of flesh echoed again, as once more he experienced the hard thrust. His rectum seemed to scream as it was once more stretched to its limits and maybe beyond.

Christ it hurt and yet felt so damn great. He wanted more, and he could hear his own voice begging for more, urging the man on top to go faster, to send the hot pole deeper into his body. His hips arched upwards to meet the downward thrust. He felt the slap, heard it, and groaned loudly as the dick seemed to reach in further, touching places inside he didn’t know could be reached.

Time seemed to no longer exist. What he thought was an hour was obviously not. His body ached as suddenly the figure above began to move faster, harder. It was suddenly like a jack hammer had been released into his rectum. His body sunk harder into the groaning mattress of the bed. His fingers clenched the bed itself, until the knuckles grew white and numb. He couldn’t even feel his lower legs as the pounding became a blur in his mind.

The press of the cock inside made him cry out and he could hear the heavy breathing becoming faster and more ragged as the pounding became faster. It was so intense he could feel the bed jumping and his body would lift up and flop down again in a steady rhythm. It made him groan more as he felt the man above getting close.

He screamed out, begging him to go faster, clenching the bed even harder as the speed grew inside his body. His muscles were in pain as they were stretched and stretched even more. The hot pole was burning his insides, or so it felt as it ploughed into him, digging, always digging. Everything was a blur as the speed grew more intense, the rolling waves of pleasure now a tidal wave after tidal wave.

A hard stinging slap on one cheek made him cry out. The sound was lost by the harsh “I am cumming” shout that made his head spin. His own body arched upwards, his muscles clenched within. They were determined to hold the hard thick pole but it was suddenly slipped out and he felt totally empty as suddenly the hot stinging splashes of cum struck his shaking body.

The hot sticky cream was burning him as it struck his own over heated flesh. Long hard gobs of cream seemed to be striking him all over. From the tip of his buttocks up his spine, he felt the stinging needles as they coated him. He cried out, which was muted by the harsh barking of the man above. The wild primitive shriek echoed in his ears as he fell back into the mattress, crying in joy as the cum dried along his back.

Before he could even try to get his emotions in check, he felt the hands reached for him and with ease, toss him over onto his back. He stared up at the figure that now loomed over him. His eyes were clouded by the sweat and tears that had seemed to be endless.

The matted hair dangled down across the thin aquiline face. He could see a glazed look in the dark eyes, and then the thin pale figure seemed to grow distant. John felt the full weight of his partner on his body and there it was now, coming towards him and his eyes bulged open wider.

It was dripping still, and had an angry purple mottled look to it. Closer it came and he felt it now press on his lips. A hand reached down to wrap around his own damp hair and hold tightly to his head. John closed his eyes as the cum covered cock head was suddenly forced past his lips. He felt his mouth open and gagged a little as the head dove in, almost as hard as when it was pounding his ass.

He could smell himself as the cock was wedged down into his throat. He coughed but held on as he tasted the salty cum that covered the cock. John found himself licking the cock inside his mouth, feeling the hand tighten its grip. It pulled him in closer and the heavy weight on his chest didn’t let up. He felt the stiffness around his neck as he leaned inwards, tasting the hot cock.

The man pulled the cock out of John’s mouth and then with his hand still holding John’s hair tightly, he rubbed the softening penis across his face. He felt the heat of the cock and felt it brush hard against his lips. He shuddered as he finally opened his eyes to stare upwards. The towering figure was still looking dazed but he saw the sparkle in the eyes. He had done it, and he sighed as the weight on his chest disappeared.

His body was spent, and he felt the feeling starting to return to his extremities as he laid there, gulping in air as he tried to gather himself. John was exhausted as he felt the man resting next to him. Their bodies were touching, feeling more like they were glued together. He sighed as the man let one hand now rest across John’s still heaving belly.

The room echoed to their panting. Nothing else seemed to register as slowly John began to regulate the wild beat of his heart. It was over, but as he turned to look at the man next to him, he knew that all that was over was the first part. He was gathering his own strength, because now it was his turn to get off. A thin smile suddenly came across the face next to his. John realized that his friend was thinking the same thing. He grinned back, reaching back over his head, to fumble on the nightstand for one of the condom packages.

His turn now as the fingers pulled one of the packets off the table and brought it into the palm of his hand. He clenched it and pushed himself up on the bed. His legs still ached and the ringing in his ears from the rush of blood back to his body made him sway a little, just as his dick was swaying in the air now, eager for its turn.