Double Penetration

Two dicks. One ass. Same time.

"My partner can." said a message from a guy who was inviting me for a threesome. Reading my profile saying "TOP" they took it lightly as they initially invited me for a sandwich (I fuck his partner while he fucks me), which I chose not to accept due to emotional unpreparedness. The idea has been a long-standing fantasy of mine. I just never got around to finding the right guys to do it with. Don't you just hate it when opportunity knocks at your door but you're stuck taking a dump in the toilet so you can't let it in? Anyway, I finally agreed to the invitation to double fuck this guy's boyfriend. So as soon as the work day ended, I took a cab and made haste for their place, which wasn't too far away.

Let me tell you something about my hosts. It was a pretty quirky set-up between us because firstly, one of them was a dorm mate back in college. And I knew him to be a tall, lanky and extremely timid character who has yet come to terms with his sexual identity. Completely nice guy and completely in the closet. His boyfriend on the other hand claims that I had fucked him once or twice at the gym sauna. Which is odd, because I do remember the guys I've fucked. I may not get all of their names, but I do remember who they are and give them a smile and a wink when I see them around. So as I stood in front of their door, I had to throw out every bit of awkwardness I had thinking about hooking up with an old friend from school and an old fuck (which I still don't remember happening) from the gym. I knocked three times, got no response, so I turned the knob and found the door unlock. I let myself in. Along with every bit of awkward which stood just right behind me the whole time.

First guy I see was my old dorm mate. He stood at the end of his room and was surprised to see that the door was unlocked. He waved at me and told me to come on. The boyfriend remained in the room, fixing the sheets. Lovely place they had. I looked around, observing their decor, and turning about to find the boyfriend standing beside me. "The bathroom's over there, if you need to use it." he said. "Great. Thanks." I replied. So I did. And when I came out, I was ready.

Or so I thought.

Normally, on my way to a hook up, I get hard as I soon as I get up from where I sat. This erection stays until I arrive, we meet, and I come. Sometimes even after I come. Then I come again. Then it rests. And sometimes, it goes back up. This time, on the way, and even in the bathroom after taking a piss and readying myself, nothing. Who am I kidding here? My body was telling me that it wasn't the least bit turned on. And I should have left. But I didn't. Otherwise, this entry would end here.

So they invited me into the room. The whole time we probably used no more than nine words. The boyfriend pushed me in front of him and leaned in to my lips. I felt his arms grab my back then let go, then pulling in my college dorm mate behind me. The boyfriend pushed my face to the side meeting my my dorm mate's face. Then I closed my eyes real tight just as we began to make out. The boyfriend grabbed the bottom of my shirt and pulled it off me in one swift go. My dorm mate's hands made his way to my torso and worked its way up to my chest where his fingers landed on my nipples. The boyfriend leaned in to kiss me while his hands unbuttoned my pants and undid my zipper. Moments like this, I make sure I have hot underwear on. If you wanted to know, I had red AussieBums on. That moment didn't last though as the boyfriend pulled out my member. The moment his touch landed on it, the flag ceremony began, hard tall and ready. In a few beats, they were on skin to skin. The boyfriend turned me around to kiss my dorm mate while he caressed me from behind and mildly jacking me off in the process.

I wasn't too surprised to find out my dorm mate was pretty hung. The boyfriend too had a nice fat cock. And they were all over me. So I guess we were a pretty hot trio.

Foreplay was cut short as the boyfriend grabbed the lube and my dorm mate grabbed rubber. The boyfriend lathered me up as he sucked my dorm mate who then rolled down the rubber on my eager member.

"Sit down here." the boyfriend commanded, urging me by the edge of the bed. With my feet on the floor and face facing the ceiling, comfortably lying down, the boyfriend welcomed me in. He rode me , all of me, with a slow tight motion as he grabbed my dorm mate's cock and continued sucking him off. The boyfriend then told him to move. Next thing you know, the boyfriend I could feel dorm mate's cock on mine as he slid inside his boyfriend.

"Fuck me..." the boyfriend whispered. So we did.

My dorm mate pummeled him. as he stood up to meet his kiss from over his shoulders and I lay there watching them. Throbbing inside him. Fucking them both. We swapped places, me and the dorm mate. He lay on the bed and I fucked the boyfriend from behind. It was my turn to thrust. And I had no intention of not pounding. It wasn't soon after that dorm mate released a heavy moan. "Oh!" he explained. I pulled out and saw his juice run down and out of his boyfriend's ass. I lay beside thema s they continued to kiss. My dorm mate then excused himself to wash up. As soon as we were alone the boyfriend grabbed me with the words, "Fuck me." My dorm mate then walks in as I banged him and he lay beside us with another erection.

The boyfriend was moaning louder now. he then gets up and begins to furiously jack his cock off, releasing on my torso and chest. I was making out with my college dorm mate as the boyfriend excused himself to wash up. When he got back in, he got another erection seeing me and my dorm mate jack off and make out. The boyfriend lay on my right and I began to suck his nipples. He began to touch himself again. My left leg was flirting with my dorm mate. And as we furiously wanked, I pulled in the boyfriend's lips to meet my tongue. Before you know it, the boyfriend began to breathe harder, faster, and his wanking became more furious. Until he let had his second, I my first, and his boyfriend's second soon after.

Three hours. Not bad. I stayed another two because we caught up with our lives and got to know my dorm mate all over again, this time as a proud gay man. And despite all that has happened, I still don't remember fucking his boyfriend at the gym. But that didn't stop us from discovering how fun people we are.

That's why we will be hanging out again.

Creatures of habit.

He sits right in front of the sauna door with his eyes fixed on the floor. Between us, an eerie silence and a few creeks from the wooden benches. His body glistens with sweat as beads form on his shoulders and upper chest. Slowly, the beads would trickle down his back. Down his chest and down to his torso. From the hint of yellow darkness in the room, the first thing I notice about him was his pierced left nipple. I've never come across a man, straight or otherwise, who won't have some fun with a fellow male from time to time. Then you notice how he sits down. Slightly slouched, abs lightly crunched. Pecs erotically resting right above the abdomen. He knows his assets. Yet he just sits there. Sexy. Never giving a glance of a care. Until the silence and creeks grow too loud, pushing him out to the showers.

This has been going on for weeks. He's my biggest mystery all summer long. I called him my weekend guy, as he frequents the gym I go to during the weekends. The time we spend in the sauna together, is the time I come in before I warm up and the time he has after cooling down. Then I work out as he steps out. I've never heard him utter a word. Just a small cough, very rarely released. We've had so many moments in the sauna alone. But we've never managed to do eye contact.

Until yesterday morning.

I came in a little earlier than usual since the class I join at the gym had a special schedule. So right before the workout, I decided to freshen up. I stepped in without gazing at whoever was inside, sat into the inner corner of the sauna, turned my head up and found him looking at the time on his watch. His towel rest loosely on his crotch and his butt sat bare on the wooden bench. Smooth. His skin had a sheen from the heat, sweat, and dim intentions of my eyes. His eyes lay fixed on the floor as he suddenly put his left hand over his abs, flat, fingers spread down to his bellybutton. Slowly. It was now or never.

"You're pretty early today. Done working out?" I asked.

He turned his head. Smiled lightly and said, "Not yet. Just about to start."

I smiled back. I couldn't believe it myself. He actually responded. And it caught me off-guard, so I had to get up and drink water at the fountain. When I got back, I stood beside the door, right in front of him. And we shared a bit of work out chit chat. He looked at me. I'd look at him. Then my eyes would look at his crotch. His towel was actually a bit soaked and it teased me. it taunted me. It called my name.

"Do you trip in the sauna?" I blurted out innocently.

He looked up at me, smiled, and looked away. But he smiled. So my hand reached down into his towel and straight for his cock. He looked at me.

"So, do you?" I asked.

Next thing you know, he was standing back by the door, cock in my mouth. I rose to reach his nipples with my lips while suggesting, with light pushes, to sit him inside where I continued going down on him until I heard him say "You're so good..." while whispering moans and then coming, right by my cheek.

As I wiped the lust from my face, we gave each other a look of satisfaction as our knuckles met, gently. He stood up and stepped out. As did I. Went to my class and had one hell of a workout.

Then we met up in the sauna after for a reprise.

Giving in...

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Immersion (2/2)

I came. Toweled up and showered. He did too. Of course that wasn't what I came for. So upon rinsing off his lust around my cock, nipples and neck, I went back at the sauna. This time, finally taking that seat which the sucker earlier called his own.

Wasn't soon before I heard a locker door shut and locked. Someone was coming. A shadow passed by the glass door. Then I heard a shower run. Oddly this moment felt like the the time you await for your name to be called in a raffle. Will you win the appliance, the cash, or the "Sorry" card? Door opens.

Jackpot.

He was a "regular". And for a first in my little immersion, I'd rather suckle on a familiar penis. Not bad. He was a fat six-incher. Cut with a little loose skin under the head, if I remember correctly. He walked in and gave a glance. I nodded. He sat at the far end in front of the door.

"Come closer." I said.

He got up, grabbed the dipper and added more water to the stove. Then he sat adjacent to my legs. I smiled. Subtle. I slid my had up his left thigh, parting his towel slit and feeling the sleeping manhood. He looked at me and said "How lucky could I be?" I smiled again. He fixed his stare by the door and I tasted his growing horny. I remembered correctly indeed. We had a few solid minutes together. Maybe about ten. I sucked his cock, ran my tongue up his nipples, down back his inner thigh, and sucked again. Then I hear another locker slam. And another. Two shadows walked past the glass door of the sauna.

"Are you close?" I asked him. He smiled and shook his head. "Good." I said.

When the other shadow closed in on the door, he gave me light tap on the shoulder. I pushed myself up and sat back the bench. He fixed his towel. New guy walks in. Familiar face, but no, haven't touched him yet. Though I know he's queer. I've caught him sucking off some guy before. He's not that bad looking anyway. Just a bit on the lanky side. Not my thing, but not bad in general. First guy glanced at him. I leaned forward showing my face under the hint of outside light. He looked back. I reached in for first guy's cock with my hand. New guy held his from his towel. I smiled at him. I whipped out first guy's erection and gently stroked it. He whipped out his hard-on. I nodded for him to come closer. He gets up and sits on my other side, hidden form the door. With my right hand stroking first guy, my left began to reach for his, then my mouth went in for the kill.

"Shit..." he moaned.

The second course was served and I wasn't done. The running water from the shower shushed, and sloppy slippers were making its way to across the floor. Then I heard a guzzling by the fountain. The two boys fixed their towels, and sat right back up. I put my hands together, resting my elbows just a few inches past my knees, and my head remained leaning forward. Third guy walks in. His towel around his neck. Naked.

Japanese.

I've interacted with him once at the free weights section. I attempted to borrow some plates. He attempted to converse. It was difficult. But I did find him kinda sexy so I obliged him for a few random sentences with no introduction. That was maybe about a month ago. His cock? Not back for a Japanese.

He recognized me in the sauna and gave me a smile and a nod. I gave him a smile. Oddly, the two guys thought that was a signal. So they whipped out their cocks and began stroking. Japanese man saw them. The smiled facing the door, while unable to hide the growing erection he showed the room to see. I called him to come closer. I reached out for the other two guys cocks with my hands. and stroked them, I alternately sucked them until my hands could easily glide on each of their shafts as Japanese man stood in fornt of my, with his dick in my mouth. The locker room remained quiet. It was probably a good quarter of an hour until one moaned "I'm coming..."

"Go. Go." I said. "I want you to come on my chest." Other guy stood and erupted on my left chest. Japanese man began to moan heavily as he suddenly release by my neck. First guy then went "Here I come..." while remaining seated glazing my right hand with his juice.

Japanese man leaned in and made out with me. Other guy joined and reached his tongue by my left cheek, trying to get into our lips. First guy pulls me out of the liplock and gave me a wet French, leaving Japanese boy and other guy to make-out. First guy asked "What about you?" He grabbed my cock, still hard.

"I'm alright." I smiled.

Immersion (1/2)

Every once in a while my mind wonders how some sauna predators or steam room trolls manage to snatch a catch. Considering the amount of time they spend at the gym while not working out (which is a lot), one would really wonder since they have pathetic bodies. Yes. I said pathetic. Oh don't give me that "you should be nice" look. I am being honest. And in my book, honest is nice. But seriously, these guys aren't lookers. Some aren't even hot. I know first hand because I have some regular charity cases. They one redeeming factor is that they give really good head. Like really really good head. And some would go to great extents to please you. Perhaps to make up for their less than titillating visage? Could be. Anyway, sometimes I wonder how they would go about it, spending hours a day in the wet floor area, ending up all wrinkly, just to get some action. So I thought, why not see for myself?

The task was to stay in the wet floor area during an inconspicuous hour yet populated hour, maybe two, and see how many guys would let me blow them. I chose the hour before lunch, just when the morning people have cleared the area, and the lunch crowd has yet to come in full force. By experience, some off-schedule guys enjoy working out with less traffic in the gym. And some, prefer to heat up at the sauna or steam room before doing so. So with towel on and sleepy boy looks, I stood under the shower for twenty seconds then stepped into the sauna.

In the sauna, finding the right seat means everything. There is an area that totally hides you form the glass door's view, two angles that give you a lookout, and one to well, show you waiting by the door. One of the two lookout seats is for the dick, and the other is for the head-giver. That's my seat. Sadly when I got in the sauna, someone had already owned it. But judging from his body glistening in sweat, he was gonne be done shortly. Then I gave him a second look. He was pretty hot. Then I caught him looking. And I knew he wanted to blow me.

What the hell, I said to myself. So I sat adjacent to him and loosened up my towel. He leaned in. I gave him a now. He dove face first and proceeded with the deed.

"Was I the first one this morning?" I asked him.

He pulled his head up. "Yeah." He smiled. "Would you fuck me?"

I smiled.

He stepped out and in six winks, he was back with rubber and lube. At a quarter past eleven, we had so much time, not to mention we practically had the place to ourselves. He stood by the door, and I hid by the side. Behind me the heat from the sauna stove rose up my ass as I knocked him from behind.

"I'm feeling risky." I pushed him over the corner hidden from view, sat him down, raised his legs and nailed him down the bench. I didn't care if someone would walk in. I doubted it. And no one came. But me. On his tummy, chest and some trailing up his neck.

The end? Hardly.

Never back down.

In the game of seduction, keeping score of guys who turn you down is a no-no. However, sometimes, there's that one no-no that taps your ego so bad and challenges you. And in the game of seduction, you never back down from a challenge. If you do, you're out.

One such guy, let's call him Wang, challenged me real hard by saying no to me. Three times. I know. Moment of weakness on my part. We've never had sex, nor did we share any physical activity, save the occasional gym class. But we've come to grow together as very good acquaintances. And it was in the course of this acquainting, that I've come to know Wang's chronology of past loves, lays, and exes. By the way, Wang is a bottom. Just to be clear as the handle I gave him might suggest otherwise. So yes. This makes his rogues gallery all top.

This is where the challenge. Since Wang will not (ever, according to him) have physical relations with me, I have taken it upon myself to find and fuck Wang's past loves. The list was quite daunting since Wang himself admits to having a slut phase during his youth (yeah, he is on the hill), I did decide to find and fuck his exes. All seven of them.

Seven shouldn't be that bad. I've actually had a good year working on this, and I guess it was about time I publish my progress.

4/7.

So far, all four, were not pure tops. I got to fuck them.

Guy number one was the easiest. This was the most recent ex. Bad break-up based on stories. Wang doesn't make a big deal out of it. I go for the kill by secretly contacting and sympathizing with the ex. Vulnerability is a bitch. I should know.

The second was a bit tougher. He's Wang's neighbor. They live in the same condominium. So I had to work around Wang's office hours or days when he wasn't around his area of residence. Cake.

Number three started out interesting since he has a boyfriend. Saw their profile online. Their. The two of them. They play with a third wheel. Sadly, vanilla three-way wasn't too exciting for me.

The fourth, was a fellow gym mate (in my other gym which Wang isn't a member of) I got to corner at the sauna. If you've been reading me for some time now, you'd know this made him the easiest to prey on.

In the game of seduction, it's not all about fucking the target. Sometimes, you get a bigger win with how you fuck your way around the target, conquering him without having to fuck him.

I've three more to go. But I will take my time.

I know his boyfriend.

I imagined him to be on the sloppy side. He has droopy lips. The kind you wanna nibble on and get drooled back in return. I was doing my back when I caught him looking. He stared away. The next time I caught him looking, I smiled.

He smiled back.

Perhaps it was coincidence that as I was taking my clothes off at the locker, he had also finished his workout and was walking over to his locker, right behind mine.

He smiled.

I smiled.

I toweled up and headed for the showers.

He smiled.

After wetting down, I enter the steam room, turning away, minding a soft closing of the door, only to find my left shoulder touching someone's chest. I turn to apologize, and then I realize it was him.

I smiled.

I turned to the side of the door and rested my back against the wall.

He smiled.

He walked over, I looked at the floor and threw an empty smile as he put his left hand up on the wall. I look to the right. His other hand catches my chin and turns me to his face. He has beautiful eyes that began to close as he leaned in towards my face.

And that's what his boyfriend tastes everytime they kiss.

But that was all we did. No orgasm took place while we were together. We could've done more, but maybe he knew his limitations. I had none. But I don't mind. It was good.

I'm so bad.

This diamond likes it rough. (part 2)

His cock ran about an inch and a half bigger than mine fully erect. It was pretty tempting.

"Would you like me to go down on you?" I asked.

"No." He smiled. The fool in me felt it was such a waste to see such a beautiful penis left standing there, moderately stroked. So I just had to ask him.

"I used to fuck guys a lot." he says with silly nonchalance. "Until I discovered the joys of being completely passive." He winked at me as he continued to enjoy my stiffness. I push his head lower locking his lips as close to the base of my shaft as it can. I felt his throat, every motion it made as he tried to breathe and swallow in alternating rhythms. I could do this all night.

He stood up and walked towards the window. I stood up and followed. He opened the blinds showing a modest skyline close to midnight. We could see whispers of our silhouettes. He stared at me from the reflection. I pulled him to me, his back hitting my chest. I spit on my right hand and splattered it all over my tool. With my left arm wrapped around his torso, I probed for his hole with my right hand guiding my cock. A slide a bit down, a nudge to the top, he held on to the ledge by the window. I was inside with a push, a rush and a gush.

He threw a faint shout. My right hand grasped his neck and pulled him up my face. I kissed him. I fucked him.

We moved from window view, to floor, to coffee table, and back to couch. I hit him from behind. He rode me like a cowboy. I stood like a pillar. He knelt until I came.

We laid in each other spirits, sweat, and semen. talking about why we have to rest fort he night and why I have to go back home. So with much resistance, we made our way to the showers.

He turned on the light and stepped in, letting the water run so the heater could kick in. I stayed by the door dimmed the lights and smiled at him. He looked back.

"We missed a spot." I said. I was back up.

And that's how we ended the fuck with another fuck.

This diamond likes it rough. (part 1)

It's been about two hours of foreplay. I've gotten to know the intimate details of his sofa/bed - white canvass, low back rest, two pillows wrapped in dense cotton sheets, dark wood base where the bags rest, and where the clothes miraculously landed. A foot away was a low standing coffee table where a carafe of water and a mug rest. Beside it, the TV remote, and some magazines in foreign tongue. He has a lovely home. Half a floor of a condominium building all to himself. No maids. Just a cleaning lady who drops by once a week. White walls. Dark wood details. Solid floors. The kind of house I'd like to get myself one day.

He be in his 40's. But he does look miles away from it. Made. Posh family. "Upper A" as he says as my tongue caressed his lips. My right arm traveled his side down to his hips. We were on our sides. We pulled our heads back and gave each other a soft stare in the dark. "What's wrong?" he asks? My hand reached for his ass and my finger felt his rear entry.

"I still haven't gone in."

We laughed.

I spat on my hand and got my fingers wet. And we began to talk about common friends - some whom I've fucked before. I listened intently to his details, mildly reacting as I suckled on his nipples. My index finger made its way into his anal ring causing him to moan half-way through a sentence.

"Are you alright?" I asked.

He nodded. I go back at his nipples and my finger probed. Deeper. He continued to talk about why he has been single for over nine years. I paused. And commented. "I'm past half-way to there." I smiled. I've been single for about half a decade and we practically had the same reasons why we kept at such sordid states.

We were actually proud of it. Then he got up, sat me up, and went down on me. We were finally getting started.

To be continued...

This is a perfect example why sleep is good.

Ever had that dream that felt so real, you swear you could feel the sensation at your finger tips right after waking up? No this post isn't a spoof of The Matrix. It's about this erotic dream I had which involved one of the things I consider taboo. Yes. I do consider some actions taboo. And no, this erotic dream isn't incestuous in nature or in any way. Why then is it taboo? It involves an officemate. And no, I don't fancy anyone in the office. This dream, for all rational intent and purposes is a freak, absurd, and will not in anyway see the light of reality. Ever. This entry will serve as its one and only form of existence. Why? Because despite the fact that it's taboo (for me), it's actually pretty hot. And my officemate (approaching this from a rationally gay perspective) is actually pretty hot too. And this disclaimer has gone long enough so here it goes...

The theater was dark. The speaker had just stepped up the podium and the screen lit with a purple "Welcome". It was the company CEO, followed by the president. The two began talking about the achievements, the future, and all that boring corporate mumbo-jumbo. I was at the far back. To my left was my immediate supervisor and to my right was my officemate. The officemate.

"You getting this?" he leaned in.

"Sorry?" I said.

"It's so boring." he chuckled.

I smiled.

He grabbed my hand peacefully set on the armrest.

"What's are you doing?" I asked.

He leaned in closer to my ear and touched his lips against them, gently while saying, "I wanna fuck."

I looked at my immediate supervisor who was already asleep. And the office crowd was watching, gasping, laughing, and murmuring in unison, reacting as one to every single flow of the presentation.

The officemate pulled on my arm, turned to the other side and said "Come on."

"But..." I began.

"Don't care." he said as he faced his back against me while he pulled up his shirt and off. "Spoon me." he said.

I drew closer to him. "Unbutton your shirt. I want to feel your skin on my back."

The theater lights faded. It was all black and there was no one else around us. My jeans began to grow tight thanks to the irreverence of my erection. I reached for his crotch. Officemate moaned. I unbuttoned his fly and let his tool out. It was swollen with lust and the tip started to salivate with pleasure.

"Take yours out." he told me. My pants slid off and my shaft throbbed in between the warmth of his buns. Our skin was on each others' so close our heartbeats reverberated from the pores almost in unison while racing. He was breathing heavily. Eyes closed. I was on his neck. My lips felt the heat coming out of my nose with every exhale. I put my arm under his arm and up by his chest. His nipples were up. He pushed his pants down. His legs were free. He wrapped one over mine. He reached for my other arm, grabbed it and pulled me closer.

"Fuck me."

There was no lube, but my mouth suddenly overflowed with saliva. It was more than enough to make the slide smooth and with minimal pain. I could hear him grunt. "Faster." I could hear him moan. "Harder." So I did. He began to groan louder. Angrier. He grasped the side of my ass with a longing to stop. "Don't stop." he said. Inside him, a heat spiked. It made me rougher and hornier.

"I'm coming..."

"Stay inside." he said.

Boom.

I pulled out. He was bleeding. I tried do wipe the blood from my tool. They spread through my hands. I leaned in and asked "Are you okay?"

"Fuck yeah." he turned to me with a smile.

The blood still wouldn't go away. I began to sweat profusely. The blood was sinking into my skin, drying up. I was shaking.

"He turns his head up to catch my eyes. "No one will know, pare."

The lights came on. And I heard applause.

I woke up and jacked myself off twice in a row. I guess what makes this utterly hot is the fact that my officemate is straight.

Silly ho.

On one such day filled with much stress and big work presentation right after lunch, I found myself longing - lusting for a picker upper. So I pulled out my phone and scanned through some numbers until I found one fellow who is a five-minute walk away.

"Sup?" he asked.

"I'm down."

"Come on over."

"Great."

By the time I rang the doorbell, I could hear his cable TV leaking across the hallway. He was watching a cooking show. It was about an hour till lunch. I was starving, but this was something else. In a blink his door was open and he stood right in frot of me with nothing but a sock on.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"You're down, right?"

He pulled me in. He pulled me to his body. He pulled me to his lips and pushed the door shut. I was down and he went down on me skillfully maneuvering through the complexities of my belt buckle and pants, and he hit the spot. Down there got up so fast, the next series in the sequence was pleasantly violent and ultimately relieving. Beyond half-way, close to the summit, I pushed him to his bed. All this time, the couch was the playground. I wanted to sink in. I turned him face down on his big pillow. As I so read his legs apart, I grabbed the tube of lube right by the top drawer of his bedside table. in. Few breaths, I was hearing him moan. As my left hand fingers exploited the tightness he was exercising on his hole as my right hand was preparing other more important things.

He let out a loud gasp. I was in. I didn't slow down as I got him from behind. Then he got on all fours and started to tighten his hole once again. He wanted control. And I gave it to him. He pushed me aside, turned around and pushed me as my back landed on his bed. I was sinking. He rode me like a cowboy taming a bull.

"I'm coming. I'm coming... I'm coming!" he yelled as he let out a stream of sticky release racing up my torso to my chest with the tip reaching my neck. He got off me and took of the runner I radon, and blew me till I surrendered. Inside his mouth. He got up, looked at me, and smiled. Ten he licked his cum omff my tummy, chest and neck.

We laid on his bed for a while as we caught our breaths. Spooning. Caught up a little too. At this point we were sharing jokes. Jkes about the he'll that h as been goin on in our lives lately. We went out before but both of us felt that friendship was a much better route for us. And we do get the perks every now and then. The best part with having a friend you ca fuck is you can totally be yourself and silly in each other's company. And it's these silly moments that stay vie learned to treasure, but it's in these silly moments that I enjoy the best sex encounters. The honest ones. The ones I can do while being myself.

Back at work, during the presentation, I kept a steady smile and a blush picturing him with nothing but a sock on and his front door wide open. Picked me up alright.

In decent.

We met up for coffee. I was hot shower-fresh straight from the gym after a long day at work. He said he had just gotten off from work himself. But judging from his less than casual get-up, he probably lived nearby and had a quick change before making his way to meet me. He would be past his 40s. I'd say about 44. Probably of Spanish origin. We both didn't give out last names and based our racial impression on assumption. He seemed calm. But he conversed very politely. His reservation struck me as educated. But for his age, I must say that he is pretty well-built, not muscular-tone, but indubitably sexy.

He didn't want sex. There would be no touching. There would be no kissing. There would be no fondling. And that was just the strangest thing I've ever gotten from a meet-up. Wait, I am not saying that everyone I meet up with ends up in a sack and naked with me. Almost. This was different. His proposition was strange as it was very simple. He just wanted to watch me touch myself.

It took a while for me to ingest the request. But in the end, despite my doubts, I agreed to do it because of two things. First, I think the experience would make for a really interesting entry. Second, I think he was pretty hot that he'd end up breaking the conditions of his proposal. So without finishing our drinks, we make our way to his condo. He drove a black brand new SUV with no plate number. When we got to his condo I doubt that it was his home-home. Perhaps it was a half-way place where he can stay the night if work caught up with his schedule. It was pretty bare save for a bed with white sheets, a plain small table with two chairs and a trash bin by the sink near the washroom. No TV. Just an air conditioning unit which I asked him not to turn on as I enjoy getting all sweaty. The place had a balcony. And the view from the 29th floor was breathtaking.

He dimmed the lights, turned on the lamp and sat in front of the bed. I took off my shirt by the balcony, and an article of clothing until I reached the bed with only my white undies. He sat there. Still. Intently watching as I run my hands on my skin, over my head, pulling my hair. I ran my left hand across my face leaving the index finger flirting all around my lips before finally introducing it to my tongue. My right hand plunged into my crotch and woke up the little devil. Then undies off. There was an angry beating back against the bed's head. Legs spread apart. Then I turned around on my knees and left hand on the bed. My ass met his stare as my right hand continued the deed. Then I turn again. This time on my knees while my back rested in my left arm's strength. He had an erection. But he didn't even stroke himself. He just stayed there. Still. I would switch positions two more times until I lay down the bed and scream "Here I go!"

I caught my breath and see him fixing his erection in his shorts. I smiled. He smiled. When I got up, he told me to clean up in the showers. A towel was there and some small packets of liquid soap and shampoo. It felt like a silly little hotel. The shower was one of those nice expensive models that seem to massage your back when the water runs. I am definitely getting one of those when I get my own place. The towel he set was really soft too. As soon as I dried up, I rolled the towel around my waist and stepped out of the shower.

The lights were still dim and the lamp remained on. The breeze was cool. And the room was empty. I was alone. I thought that was one hell of a rude dude. So I picked up my clothes from the balcony and all over the floor and dressed up. I checked my phone for messages then I sat by the bed. There was one from him that read: "you can spend the night just lock up when you leave". I turned by the bedside lamp to turn it off when I saw a plain white envelop resting beside it.

Inside, cash.

There were probably twenty seven questions that ran through my head, but after facing each one, leaving some unanswered, bottom line was I didn't feel bad about what had transpired. It felt okay. Just a bit weird at the seams. Anyway, it was getting late and I had work the next day, so I left. With the money, of course.