The close cropped blond hair, the angular face, with the piercing eyes, all made him the total package, that seemed to attract a lot of customers. Course, he didn't ignore them, and always could remember names.
Somehow Lonnie had missed that, as he was really just too impressed by how handsome Ashley was. The blond mop of hair, the flashing blue eyes that seemed to just radiate more, whenever they met his own eyes.
I couldn't take my eyes off this Young tournament entry, He had a body to die for and a bulge that made you loose all restraint to keep from reaching out to rub it.
Wow! I was absolutely shocked as I had never contemplated anything like that. Although I initially had concerns, RIck answered all of them. For example, I did not want to sell my own house and I definitely needed to have my own life.
As the liquid went down, he realized that he was really a catch, even if he did sell his body for money, but the truth was, business wasn't all that good these days. He wasn't old, wasn't a sleaze as some might assume.
Tuck pulled out and finished shooting his load on me. All over me, mixing with my own come. I clung desperately to the edge of insanity as my head whirled around like a tornado. I couldn't focus. I couldn't breath. I choked, like I was sobbing.
I got the packet open and was rolling the condom on his cock while he rotated my hips until he could get his lips on my asshole, which he gave considerable attention to with a wet, long tongue. Meanwhile, I sucked on his heavy balls. I lurched as the cold lubricant was spread around on my asshole, but it quickly warmed as he worked it into me with his fingers.
I opened his jeans and we stood cock to cock, our chests warm against each other, only the thin fabric of his undershirt holding us apart. I heard the restless horses rustling in their stalls as he kissed me.
I stroked his cock until he came, and then I moved in, covering him with my body, my legs pressing his thighs together and my arms wrapped around his torso, one hand going to his nipples and the other to his belly and cock, getting close in, squeezing myself into him the way I liked it.
He did it. He fucked me for a half hour, more, both of us using the poppers. Finally I felt his cock swell, throb, lurch, jerk, and the condom filling with his cum.
Sitting on his couch they shared a bottle of red wine and well, things naturally progressed and before he knew it, shy reserved Joe had disappeared. The guy was a bit of sex nut once he had felt the green light had been given.
He entered ahead of me and I followed to find a very small toilet with two cubicles made of that thin plywood material which is so loved by glory hole manufacturers. He went into one of the cubicles. The other door was closed but still appeared to be empty and as I went to open it, the young lad opened his door and asked me to come in.
Believe it or not, I hesitated from speaking to him at first - fearing, as I did, that my private emotions might betray me. Realising, however, that he was clearly having problems of some kind, I finally gritted my teeth and stepped towards him.
One of the guys put a pillow under my hips, and told me that I was going to be getting 'seriously fucked now'. They were in their early forties, and in pretty good shape for the most part. I was so turned on my all of this.
I rose up and pressed the head of my 9 inches to his asshole. Even the rimming hadn't relaxed him enough to take my big dick. I pushed, a little harder than I should have. His hole slowly tore open, pulling the head of my cock inside him.
His chest was broad, smooth and bronzed, marred only by two dark nipples. Heavily muscled shoulders and sinewy arms were marked with tattoos similar to the one on his face.
A few weeks later and I was summoned to a private meeting with another scout back in Pittsburgh. This dude appeared even more convinced of my potential. Said I'd give Brad Pitt a run for his money and that the company he worked for would provide me the opportunity to go as far as I liked with my looks.