Adrian

Markus

As soon as I was outside Adrian's door, I tried to get my head around what had just happened. My ass was sore, but somehow happy. My nipples, especially my right one, hurt like hell. And my lower lip was burning. I halfway felt like I had sold my soul.

So should I renege? God knew I had done that plenty of times before. Totally caught up in the moment, then shortly after scared senseless of moving forward. So was I finally going to have guts, or no? As I headed to the subway, I kept thinking over and over about my promise to take three loads before I saw him tomorrow morning. I couldn't help but search for at least one. Maybe if I at least fulfilled a bit of what I promised I would have a bit more courage to go on.

Damn. Adrian was gorgeous. Plus he really really seemed to be into me. The closest thing to a living breathing fantasy that I could remember. Plus my only regrets so far had been guys I had NOT followed up with, as I thought I saw a prospect watching me right there on the subway, even if I did chicken out fairly quickly then.

What I did do was stop by an adult bookstore close to work, and as luck would have it, Warren happened along just at the right time. Warren was a black guy I had traded blowjobs with on a number of occasions, although I hadn’t really pushed anything further. So I was quite pleased when I managed to get him to fuck me, and almost proud of myself as I texted Adrian to let him know of my success.

Adrian, on the other hand, was definitely not out of coaching mode. He asked for a pic. I failed. He asked if I had Warren’s number. I failed. He asked if I knew when Warren would use me again. And all the sudden every doubt I had in the whole world re-emerged, although it did mean the world to me that Adrian did end on a high note, and did make me recommit to getting two more, as well making me promise again that I would not be late tomorrow.

So I headed off to work, of course unable to get my mind off of Adrian. The best I finally came up with was trying one other adult bookstore on the other side of town just after (or actually for) lunch. I had been lucky there once in a while, and of course I thought of my longshot Markus, who I had seen there a handful of times.

Markus was a bit taller than me, closer to Adrian’s age, and just like Adrian very complementary of my age and body type. Markus was smooth, both in managing to get 20 bucks a pop, in terms of showing off how hard he seemed to get when he saw me, and in showing off his dick. I’m not sure I had ever met anyone who came close to him in that department: Markus’ dick had to be at least 11" long, with huge low hanging balls to boot, and it almost seemed like naturally no pubic hair, or hair anywhere other than on his head, and a bit under his arms. And there I stopped, because I didn’t really want to get my hopes up too much. Especially as my mind turned to Adrian, hoping I might be able to please him at least a bit before tomorrow.

So wondering whether God or the devil was running the day, I walked in. And holy shit, there was Markus, right back in the corner like usual, with his dick almost going hard in his sweats instantly once he saw me. My mind was wondering whether I had now passed the point of no return. My lust couldn’t have cared less: it just wanted Markus.

I smiled.  He smiled.  He had told me a number of times he would love to fuck me.  I had been there on a number of occasions when he seemed interested in no one, until I walked in.  He went into the booth on the end.  I went into the one right next to it.  And of course I passed him 20.

And that beautiful dick appeared.  

If there was a perfect dick out there, it had to be his.  Cut, thick, long, beautifully proportioned.  And I even managed to pull his balls through the hole.  And.  I took a pic and sent it to Adrian.

Then I sucked and sucked.  Damn.  I loved his dick.  And he went hard so quickly.  I dropped my pants and put it in my aching hole.  I couldn't tell if it was just aching, or aching for him.  That made him even harder.

Then he called me a nasty man.  I pled with him.  "No.  I want your cum in me.  Please?"

And then I thought of Adrian.  "Plus I really want to see you more regularly." Now his face met mine at the hole. "Is that possible?"

I was a bit all over the place.  I knew he had my number.  He had called me once at work.  Would I be able to get his?  What could I do to move this further along?  

Later it would occur to me that Adrian was already changing my orientation almost entirely.  I had always just hoped for luck, and got lucky enough, honestly.  I even lucked out running into guys just walking down the street.  But I had never really committed to men.  Just constantly hoped, and way too often chickened out.  

"Any chance we can set another time to meet?"  He had told me in the past he was always horny.  Even said he sometimes shot as many as 7 times a day.  Could that be true?

And then I just grabbed the moment and kissed him through the hole.