I hear footsteps coming down the stairs. Hard, pounding Daytons shake the house with each step. I expect to hear more but it seems that only one person has entered the basement. It is the man I had been staring at.
Satisfied that he had gained control, Andreyev slowly propelled himself and Dave over toward the window between the capsule and the control room's camera.
This short story is part of a collection I wrote following my diagnosis of Schizophrenia and the loss of my lover, Shawn, from AIDS. The book is called "Backslidden". I hope you enjoy it.
I am not certain I want to go through my fantasy again as I have tried all I wanted too and more. The only regret is that we did not film the event as it would be fun to see it from my master's point of view. At 90 minutes it would have been an epic. Maybe my enjoyment of piss and cum which I think I still have will enable me to act out some of the scenes in front of the camera for my ultimate pleasure but who knows. I would love to watch it as ...
His whole body was trembling now as he leaned down more. He wanted more of that tongue inside, and Stephen obliged him as he felt his lover's head pushing up into his buttocks. The nose was hurting him, but he didn't care as he felt the tongue twirling around inside.
Wilson came up close behind him, unzipped his fly and pulled out a respectably sized cock. The accountant then doubled the young file clerk over at the waist on the banister with one hand, so that he was facing down the well from the tenth floor, and worked up his unsheathed cock with the other hand, spitting a few times on his hand to lubricate his tool.
Then he felt a hard hand on his back, and the wet push of something very thick and round on the top of his cheeks. He didn't quite know what it was, if maybe Ken was getting ready to put something else into his ass, as he felt it slowly moved down his crack.
Ted had pulled Jimmy down to the floor on his knees, his chest buried in the seat, and Ted was behind him, his legs between Jimmy's, and he was pumping the youth again in long and forceful strokes. Ted had Jimmy's wrists in his hands and was holding them up and out.
I slowly worked my way into him, as he pulled on his cock. I was closely watching the tension build in him and managed to be at eight inches inside him when I said "Now" in a raspy voice and he shot his load up my belly.
I sheathed my cock with the oversized studded harness and positioned myself behind the fully trussed figure again. Once more, I palmed the rounded butt cheeks and pushed my sheathed cock up to the opening of the puckered, lubricant-slathered hole with its circle of golden-red curly hair.
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.
Chris had been watching me, and he had tensed up tightly when he felt the lubricant at his hole. I took up the hand lotion tube, squeezed out a good amount and crouched astride his thighs. Starting with his neck and shoulders and biceps, I massaged his muscles, working out his tensions.
Julio came in rubbing his bulge, his eyes shining. He dropped his shorts and slipped off his shirt. He was great looking, pretty tan, nice swimmer's muscles and a long slim cock just beginning to rise to the occasion.
"Show your appreciation," I whispered to him, speaking around his cock. He needed no further instruction. He fell into a mode he still remembered from his early teens. He took my cock deep into his throat, his lips against my public hair.
It's no wonder that none of the windows have any eyelids / curtains in Greg's parent's house. I say this because I'm sitting here naked, sitting in a large padded chair in our bedroom, facing the bathroom, watching Greg take a shower in the non-shower door gray-blue stone wall enclosure, and the dark trees and darker sky outside is sketching us.
I pulled out. I leaned in to kiss him. He was crying. I was not sure what to do. I patted him and got up. I went out to the beach and took a short swim to cool my hot body after the sex.
The tequila shots were doing their magic, and I didn't give a damn anymore about self-respect. I had thoroughly loved getting fucked by the huge biker on the bar, and now having this freakishly large man's penis in my mouth was awesome.
It was mixed; gay and straight. The only thing that tied the rough patrons at the bar to each other was a love of bikes, the love of bikers and the need for hard sex.