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I got the cold shoulder again from the wife so after she took her customary sleeping tablet, i waited until she was asleep, got into my running gear and headed out.

The holiday was supposed to have been a way for us to get back in touch with each other. Guy talk for more sex than was happening up to that point. Or so I had hoped. We were in the south of France, great weather, great beaches, great views (tried hard not to be too obvious at perving at the amount of bare flesh on the beaches) but it wasn't really happening for us. Don't get me wrong, there's nothing really wrong with us, she still looks great and can turn heads and we still get on (no divorce courts or anything) it just that she has gone off the boil in the sex department.

Anyway, I thought I'd go for a walk or run down by the foreshore near the hotel where we were staying. It had just gone 10PM, so there were a few bars still open along the waterfront and one nightclub was just starting to fire up, with a few nice views of it's own, if you get my drift. I looked around for a quiet place to go and noticed that the breakwater extended a fair way out. Turns out that the seawall was well over 2 km long. Long enough to get away but not too far to be totally away from things. I also noticed that the street lighting didn't extend the whole length, nice opportunity for me to find a quiet spot and release some tension.

So, I start to walk along the seawall and it actually starts to widen out into a long narrow park, with a few trees and secluded spots when I happen to notice a really fit guy come walking toward me. Just to fill things in a bit more, the days had been nice and hot, around the mid-30′s and the evening was still clear and the tempurature had only dropped to the mid-high 20′s. Perfect walking temp for me. Anyway, this guy is walking toward me, without a shirt on, and his bare chest looks almost chisled in the dim evening light and the tight shorts seem to accentuate his long lithe legs. He smiles and nods as he walks passed. Now that was something to fantasize about I thought to myself. Playing with his firm pecs and nipples while I stroke his hard cock before either sucking it down or letting him fuck me.

Whoa boy, I say to myself. My cock had sprung to life and even though it was dark, it was pretty noticable. I look around trying to get my thoughts off sex for a moment when in the near distance I can see another couple in silhouette. Someone was giving a guy a headjob. In public. On the seawall. Again, it was dark and no chance of being seen by anyone from the main thoroughfare or waterfront, but that was something I didn't really expect. Now my hard-on really had no chance of subsiding until I did something about it.

I walked around the cocksucking, being able to hear the soft moans and sucking sounds above the gentle lapping of the seawater against the breakwater. I stopped about 20 metres further along the path and found a place to lean against a railing and looked back to the couple I had just passed. The guy being sucked seemed to have an enormous dick. I was looking back toward the lit section of the breakwall and every time the sucker came up for air the monster cock seemed to dwarf his head. I sat there and started to stroke myself getting very horny watching the suck session when I heard another soft moan off to my left. I looked and saw a couple of guys, naked, one leaning over the railing I was leaning against with the other guy fucking him from behind and reaching over to stroke his hard cock.

This must be a local beat, I thought to myself. I wonder what is further along the track. Trying to calm myself from all of the rampant sex I could see happening, I started to walk down the path. Luckily I had brought my wank pack with me which contained a small bottle of poppers and as I walked I pulled out the bottle and took a sniff. Immediately the rush hit me and along with the warm night air, the soft moans I could hear and now the moon rising low in the east, I thought to myself, what the hell, and took off my t-shirt as I walked down the path. The heady mix of location, warmth and now the buzz in my head meant my cock was rock hard and ready from something.

Just then the path turned slightly and I was looking out over the water and saw what I took to be a well-endowed, naked woman lying stretched out on a rug near the breakwater. There was another two guys taking it in turns to pleasure her below and ravish those tits. I got closer and saw that the woman actually had a large and glistening cock. I quietly moved closer and by now had my stiff prick in my hand slowly stroking in time with the guy sucking on that fabulous cock. The woman shifted slightly and saw me standing close by. She motioned me over and when I got close enough she reached out and started to stroke my throbbing member.

Pre-cum was leaking out of my cock and she teased the head with her fingers then pulled me in close enough for her to suck on my dick. I leaned into the action and playfully twisted a huge nipple before leaning in to suck on a nipple. As I was bent over I felt a strong hand slide up my back then push me down so I was lying on top of those great tits. The same strong hand became two, holding me down while my legs were parted and a probing tongue lashed my hole. Before I knew what was happening I had a hard cock plowing in to me and hearing, "Oui, oh oui....oh oui....prendre ce bite" to which I responded "Oui.....baiser moi....baiser plus...."

I'm sure there are plenty of them that say that. What they mean is that they don't fit into what society thinks of as a gay man. And I don't either. I enjoy women very much. I am aroused by them. I fuck them. Well, I used to fuck women. Now I only fuck my wife of eight years - Helen. I'm still as turned on by her as I always was. Thing is...I have a deep fantasy that I just can't reveal. Turns out I didn't have to.



Helen and her friends had planned a vacation, girls only, for a while. Now that winter was here they were on their way south to lay in the sun, get wasted, go dancing, and other assorted girl things that I had no interest in. The first night alone in the house was pretty cool. I ordered a pizza the way I like it, rented a couple new movies on cable, and sat back on the couch in my underwear. All the while my fantasies were creeping up to the front of my thoughts.



I grabbed my laptop halfway into the second movie and checked the casual encounters section of a local online ad page. I had been checking the ads every so often, just out of curiosity, to see what people were into. It was a world just outside of my reach but, tonight, I felt braver every second that passed. I had been alone at home for no longer than six hours before I began to feel adventurous. Just for tonight, I told myself, just for tonight.



After turning off the movie, which could no longer hold my interest, I dove into the ads more deeply. I couldn't believe what some people were offering and/or asking for: Anonymous meetings at the park. I'll bring my wife over to your place so we can both fuck her. Come stick your dick in this hole at this location to have it sucked...no strings attached.



Finally one piqued my interest more than the others. This one is what I had been waiting for for so long. This, I thought to myself, would fill my fantasy and I could get on with my life.



Wanted: man to take care of me and my friends.

My buddies and I are having a little party tonight. Wanna cum? You'll have to make us first.

Be prepared to take care of all five of us.



I logged in to my secret email and replied to the ad. Just thinking about the possibilities made my cock strain against my boxers until it poked out the front. I finished my email to them and hesitated before clicking send. Did I really want to go through with this? If I heard back from them and went to this "party" there would be no turning back. I would officially have had my first man on man experience. Man on man on man on man on man on man to be exact.

It had always been a fantasy of mine. I have very feminine features and long natural straight brown hair-which I recently had shortened to chin length.
I have been dressing in women's clothing now for many months and had decided that this was the night to get made up totally and head out into public.
It took me a while to get ready because I wanted my look to be perfect.
I chose my favorite black lace hipsters with the matching garter belt. My stockings were new, silk, and black with lace trim. They felt so good against my freshly shaved legs and trimmed pubes.
I finished the underwear off with a black lace bra I had just bought because it matched the panties, garter, and hose. I felt so good after taking a long hot bath and shaving everything I needed to. My make up turned out wonderfully-with mascara accentuating my long lashes and earth tone eye shadow highlighting my coffee brown eyes, and of course ruby red lipstick making my lips look full and juicy. My skirt came just below the knee and was a deep red color-made more red by the black stockings-and hugged my little ass nicely. I put on a silk top that was two tones of blue and was tight enough you could see the bra outline underneath. The neck line was modest but if I bent the right way you saw the lacy bra. My outfit was completed by high heeled black leather shoes that had brass buckles up the sides and made my ass look hot. A small hand bag was all I needed to hold money and house keys. A dab of a nice flowery perfume and I was in character.
The cab dropped me in front of a local bar where I was sure I could be seen, but not by anyone I knew. I swear the whole ride the cabby stared at my legs.
So far so good.
I went in and sat at a table, ordered a white wine, and watched the people float around the bar. As I finished my first glass the waitress brought over another and said it was from the man at the bar in the grey suit. I accepted and waved him over to sit down. He was very attractive with a chiseled jaw and salt and pepper hair. He was tall and dressed like he just came from a board meeting; he introduced himself as Derrick. I shook his had and we had a drink and flirted; he did not seem to realize I was a man until we got out on the dance floor and he held me close and I let his hand wander all over my ass. It was making me a little hard knowing this man wanted to have sex with me. Although I had been fantasizing about having sex with another man I had not followed through yet, but the point of no return was here and I felt this was the time to do it.
He felt the bulge beginning in my skirt and all of a sudden had this look of fear on his face.
"Are you a man?"
"Not tonight. Tonight I am Ruby."
"You are a freak."
"If you say so, but I would still suck your cock in the bathroom if you wanted." I walked him back to the table and we ordered another drink round. He sat quietly for a few minutes, finished his martini, and leaned in to tell me he was going to the washroom and if I wanted to earn a hundred dollars to follow him into the stall and get on my knees. I licked my red lips and followed at a discreet distance. He checked and there was no one in the first stall so I quickly went in and he followed, locking the door. I began unzipping his pants. He stopped me at first and told me not to speak. He found me very sexy but did not want to think about the fact I was a man; all he wanted was a quick hummer and he was going to get a cab home to his fiance. I just shrugged and told him to show me the money. If I was going to do this for money, I wanted to see the money first. He reached into his inner pocket as I took his cock out (all four inches of it) and began jerking him slowly. He fumbled at first but produced five twenty dollar bills. I had him stuff them in my bra and sank slowly to my knees. My first blow job was going to be for money! What a night; I totally became a whore.
I licked all down his shaft and sucked his balls a little but I could tell he just wanted me to blow him so I took all of him in my mouth and as his balls tapped my chin I sucked him hard and slow. He soon has his hands on my head and was guiding my rhythm as I coated his skinny little dick with my spit, so much in fact it dribbled out of my mouth and left little strings on the end of him when I came out for air. I grabbed the base of his shaft and continued shallow sucking him as I jerked him off. It only took about two minutes to make him come in my mouth. He twitched as I drained his cock of come and licked him clean before tucking him back into his trousers and standing up.
"How was that, hmm?"
"Holy shit, that was hot."
"Glad you liked it. Now on your way little man, kiss your girl for me."

This story is a true one from my life experiences. Last night I met with a guy I knew from way back neither of us knew the other was gay or bi. We started talking sex and he told me that he loves asses. Men's and women's asses. I came clean and told him that I loved having my ass and mouth filled with cock! So we are talking about what we had just learned about one another when I head a knock at his front door. It was two of my other friends from school. He had invited them knowing I haven't seen any of them in a long time. Mug first friend pulls me aside and told me they were both gay as well. So I said fuck it who wants to fill my holes. They had puzzling faces on because they hadn't known about me. But when I unzipped one of their pants and pulled out a soft cock and sucked on it so hard became right there in my mouth the other one got the picture. So we all got naked and started stoking each others cocks and rubbing balls. I asked who wants what from who they all said they wanted me. One said I got dibs on that ass another wanted my mouth and the other sat and watched until he could get hard again. The one fucking my face took no time at all to figure out that I could deep throat. The one in my ass said he loved how tight my hole was. And the other one didn't last long just sitting watching he slid under me and started sucking on my cock. not to much after he started he had a mouthful of my spunk. Since I came my ass hole got even tighter and made the guy in my ass cum deep in me bareback!! And feeling his big hot load hit my insides made me suck the other guy harder and I got another large load of cream in the back of my throat and he kept fucking my face until I swallowed all of it. We all took a little break just stroking each other and chatting until I told them I have always wanted to try two cocks in my ass at one time so they all got rock hard instantly. We all got lubed up even more than we already were and I sat down on one of them with their cock standing at attention for me. When I got all of the way down on it I sat there for a minute to get used to the position then another one came up from behind me pushed me over a little so he could have a better angle but carefully making sure the first guys cock didn't come out of me and then I felt my asshole was on fire the bulbous head of his cock was pushing through and just about to pop in. Then out of no where he just s slammed his whole cock down the other guys cock and balls deep into me. I couldn't breathe it hurt so bad at first. Or maybe it was just because I was getting face fucked again at the same time the. It started to feel good. I had two rock hard grown men's cocks balls deep in me and they were both pounding away and I was sucking the cock in front of me like it was going out of style. He came so hard in my mouth I almost gagged. But just then I felt the two cocks in my ass swell up even more and both shoot nice big hot loads of cum deep in my ass. And that made me lose control ok shot my load all over the guys chest I was sitting on. Then I passed out.

The next morning was a whole other story so let me know if you liked this one and maybe I'll tell you what happened the next day.

The Attraction

It was during my second year at University as a mature student that I came dramatically into contact with Sean, and after that occasion my admiration for him became greater. He was twenty when he started at the same Midlands University as me, and the two years he had worked before joining my media course had marked him out as mature in character and in physique. Oh the eighteen-year-old lads were in some ways prettier, but they were mere undeveloped callow youths in comparison to Sean's properly formed manliness. Sean was even slightly ugly, for his already rugged face look a little tired and gave the air of not been looked after, at least when seen in company of those fresh yoofs whose faces didn't look as though they'd ever been out in the rain. I admit now that Sean had stood out for me right away, but I never made any attempt to admit my attraction, or to develop it.

All the way through the first year and well into the second I observed Sean from afar, but without obsession. He knew him to like pranks and be almost as laddish as the 18year olds, but never quite as bad. Indeed I saw a distance between him and these lads who had come straight from school, and I noticed the maturity that distinguished him from them, and also looked to that difference as an opening for me to approach him. The younger lads were always friendly to me but I knew they regarded me as "not one of them", so even if I had wanted closer contact I knew it to be useless. Sometimes I thought Sean would let me be his friend because I felt closer to him than he might feel to the eighteen year olds, but I never acted on that hope.

My contacts with Sean were no more than with any other member of my class, it's just I noticed them more and was more grateful for the times he sat near me, or we worked together in a group or in a pair. Halfway through the course I had allowed Sean to be nothing more than a friendly colleague, and resisted the need to be more because I was afraid of rejection. When the chance came for me to do a turn for Sean, I did it with effort and enthusiasm and tried hard to please him even in the smallest thing. So it was especially painfully to me when I let Sean down by failing to do what I promised him; little did I realize, however, that my psychological pain would become physical too.

The Book

The university library was a depressing place, not only because it was dreary but also because it generally did NOT have the book you wanted. As Easter approached, however, I found standing proudly on the shelf the very text necessary to answer the assignment on Jean Genet. Hastily I got it stamped and marched into my next lecture where I flaunted my skill to everyone. There was a lot of jealousy, and requests to borrow it, but only Sean's request reached my ears, and I promised it to him because we were both answering the same question.

Getting the book may have been easy, but writing the essay was damn hard, and I found myself working late the night before the deadline. In the pandemonium and general chaos at the end of term the promise to Sean became obscured. In any case, even if I had remembered, I would have thought myself too late because the essay deadline had passed. When Sean asked me the next day for that book, I was embarrassed and annoyed at myself for letting him down. I apologized profusely, bought his cup of tea and hoped to be forgiven. He explained that because of special circumstances he had been awarded a one week extension on the essay and so still needed the text. I offered to lend him my notes and give him some photocopies from the text, but he declined both, assured me it didn't matter and gave me a comforting squeeze as we parted.

The Phone

I didn't expect to see Sean again until next term, and as I watched television on the last Friday evening of term I thought only of my journey home on Sunday. The phone rings and surprises me, everyone has already gone home and I really don't expect a call. The bigger surprise is that it is Sean who phones, I didn't think he knew my number. Sean explains how he is staying onto to write the essay and asks if I would bring my notes and photocopies over to him. Well that's a lot of bother to me, but I am still annoyed at myself for letting Sean down, and also I realize this to be another chance for me to do a turn for my would-be friend. I cross town to the dismal concrete hall of residence, tatty, dilapidated, and broken by the many years of student high jinks and disrepair. It is normally a sea of light and too loud portable stereos, but now it is silent and dark like a broken hulk on beached on a flagstone sea. Floor after floor is empty, at least in Sean's block, and the only light I can sea is from his room and from the corridors and stairs of his block. Most of the students will have gone home, but some might be out partying and return later.

a few years back when i was 19 years old, i was a college student studying tourism. i never really had girlfriends because i was too busy studying, working out, and hanging out with my friends. i was also freaked out by the fact i was physically attracted to a few guys in college. not knowing how to deal with this situation, i certainly didn\'t want to talk about it with them, because i knew they would laugh and probably reject me.

everyday was the same old routine; take the bus, take the subway, being surrounded by ugly, smelly people. that all changed one day as i was returning home after a long day in college. the subway was packed as always, and here i was standing in the middle of one of the cars hoping the 15-minute trip wouldn\'t be as boring as usual. within moments, i felt a hand brushing up against my ass.

at first i thought someone was trying to grab the pole to hold on, until i realized the hand continued to massage my ass cheeks. being shy, and this having never happened to me before, i didn\'t turn around to see who it was. enjoying what was going on, i was hoping the people around me wouldn\'t notice what was happening. the hand slowly slid to the front of my body until it stopped on my upper thigh. i could now see it belonged to a man. continuing to move his hand upward on my thigh, he reached his final destination-my crotch. massaging my cock through the fabric of my pants, my cock was now responding to his touch. instinctively i moved my body closer to his, my ass now rubbing against the bulge in his pants. continuing to massage my cock through my pants during the subway ride, this stranger could now feel my entire 9\" of hard meat.

suddenly, he started poking my asshole through the fabric of my pants, sending electric vibes through my body. i couldn\'t help but let out a soft moan. i couldn\'t believe how good this man was making me feel. i wanted to stay all night in the subway. he was massaging my cock with one hand and pushing a finger in my asshole with the other. i would have wanted to take my pants off to give him easier access to my body, but since there was a lot of people in the subway, i couldn\'t. at one point, in a low sexy tone the man whispered in my ear \"i\'m getting off at the next station, follow me.\" i didn\'t know what to do. i didn\'t know this guy. in fact, i couldn\'t even see his face. however, i was so aroused by the way he was touching me, curiosity got the better of me and i followed him.

once we got off the subway, i finally saw his face. he was much older than me, around 50 years old based on the graying highlights in his short light brown hair. \"my name is henry,\" he said as he pulled me close to him, squeezing my ass cheeks with his firm hands. he took my hand and led me up the stairs and out of the subway station.

This story begins when I was a sixteen year old, I was living in the north of England and had dropped out of school, I was seen locally as a hardman and a stud, girls would fall at my feet and I was extremely over confident, I litterally thought that nothing and no one could touch me.
I had always been bigger than the other guys in my year at school and was expelled at the age of 14 for fighting with a teacher and then did some time in a youth prison for fighting with a guy and breaking one of his arms.
I was very muscular, had started shaving when I was 13 and had a moustache, I had 8 tatoos on my arms and had one on my chest, this was very attractive to others as I couldn't go far without being eyed up by girls and women of all ages, I had already had loads of sexual experiences with girls at school and as my father was a club steward I spent a lot of time there with him and had done a few middle aged women too.
Then there was a friend that I had called John, he was very quiet and as we got to know each other got very attached to me and I reallised that I could manipulate him into doing allsorts for me.
He stayed at my house one night after we had been out and he had missed his last bus home.
I woke up and his hand was on my stomache, I got hard and moved so that my meat was in his hand and he awoke , startled but he let me fuck him, we were hard at it when my father came into the room. He just looked adnd then left the room.
Nothing had been said for over a week and I thought that it was forgotten about and I had slept with my girlfriend a few more times. She had stayed and my parents didn't mind.
It was Thursday morning and I woke up at around 12 as usual, My father was in the sitting room and told me that he had decided to send me to Spain to stay with his younger brother who lived on a farm and would teach me how to be reponsible and how to do a hard days work.
I didn't mind as I was bored and the weather was shit, my girlfriend had become tiresome and I had started to get pressure from John who seemed to be falling in love with me and I had stared to make matters worse by fucking him at any opportunity I was really beginning to find this more exciting than sex with my girl and it was confusing, I knew that 6 months away from everything would be good and I could come back and start again.
My uncle was 38 he had been in the army until he was 35. He was a monster, 6'8″ of solid muscle, he was in prime condition, he only shaved on a Friday night when he went ou and was really hairy, he had 22″ arms and everything else in proportion, he had a full gym in the house and went running for an hour and a half every morning at 5.30 before starting work on the farm, working out during the siesta for two hours and worked again till 8pm.
He lived alone and had a big reputation in the local town as a womaniser (but only at the weekends).
He met me at the airport and on the drive to the farm told me that he had been a free reign to make a man out of me by my father.

When I was 19 I was pretty inexperienced about sex, I was confused and not sure of my sexuality. I mean I liked girls but didn't really know any.

Well that summer I met a guy at a penny arcade; we struck up a conversation while playing the games. He ask me if I wanted go to his place for a beer, well he was a few years older but I said sure. When we got to his place he gave me a beer and I set on the couch, he disappeared for what seem liked a half hour. When he came back into the living room with two more beers he looked liked he had taking a shower and was nude except a towel around his waist and he sat next to me on the couch.

I finish my first beer and was on my second he asked me if I had been with another guy, well I was surprised he was so blunt and said no. This was well built a good looking, as I finish my second beer he got to get me another and his towel dropped off and I saw a 6″ cock semi hard and my groin started to throb. Well he came back with a third beer and by now I feeling good and he sit down on my lap. He start to kiss me I didn't fight I let him continue putting his tongue in my mouth rubbing me through my clothes and I was getting hard.

Well he was pushing his cock into my hand and I stroked it like was my own. Man was it hard. He whispered in my ear suck it but I didn't know how and I told him so. Well he said he'd show me and told me to get undressed. Now I was unsure but I got undressed any way and my dick was pretty hard and I am uncut unlike him. He sat me on the couch and my dick's sticking up he starting nibbling the head slowly and I really liked the feeling and its getting hard so hard I couldn't stand this very long, he's working it in and out of his mouth I grab his head run my hands through his hair I said I 'm cumming and shot the biggest load and he sucked and gobbled it all down not drop was spilled.

Now it's my turn I drank up my third beer, he stood up and put his cock at my lips well I started licking at the head and begin working in it my mouth but I would gag, he told me to go slower and he put his hands on my head well work at it for what seem like a long time. I am swallowing as I get it in and he's pushing and it's in the back of throat his pubic hair is around my nose. By now his cock is throbbing and he pushes a little further and bam cum is flowing down my throat and he pulls out just a little and it fills me so full I couldn't keep it all in my mouth. Its running out my lips but he holds and pushes it in and my throat feels it pumping, throbbing I didn't want it to end. Well he pulls out licks the cum off my face and chest and kisses me. Well we were not finish by a long shot he proceeded to show me the ways of male-to-male sex.

He sucked me again an licked my ass hole oh what a feeling he licked and pushed a finger it in and then two and three by now I squirming and pushing back and he's holding my cock and pumping then puts his hard dick there and rams it home boy did it hurt, a good hurt soon he's working in me fucking me with my legs in the air like a bitch. He's jacking my dick while he's doing this and I cum all over his hand well he puts in my face and pushing it in my mouth I tasting my own cum and he's cumming in my ass what an afternoon we finish up and the next day I moved in.

For the next three years he taught me all about sex he dressed me as a woman and we had sex and I made a pretty girl too. He'd bring guys over for me to suck and be serviced anally by them I loved it some didn't know I was a man. I wore the finest women's clothes and make up. We went to bath houses and we'd have sex, we go to the gym and work out then have sex in the steam room I became a real slut. Went we parted I was going from man to man sex was a blur I never found true love. I cannot get enough sex I am constantly looking for the next lover. I still dress as woman and still fool plenty of men but once alone they love my talents has a cocksucker. I love my life.

Mario is this man who delivers general supplies to my company on Thursdays. I've made a habit of passing our supply closet, and needing supplies on Thursday afternoons. I've been dreaming of him for weeks. Many times after an encounter with him i have to rush to the bathroom downstairs for an urgent jacking-off. Noone ever used the downstairs bathroom. plus its a single toilet one so theres a lock on the outside door.
He is my height with tan skin, light green eyes, lush lips and dark hair, a striking combination worthy of a supermodel. Northern Italian maybe?
I've been watching the clock for roughly 20 minutes. he usually arrives between 3:20 and 3:35 and stops in the mailroom first to have Jordan, the mouthy mail clerk who I've sodomized several times, sign for the arrival. Jordan is in a serious relationship now so he looks, often with a familiar fire in his eyes, but he doesn't touch. Love does that, I guess.
I sit in a cubicle by the window, right underneath the cold air conditioner vent. Outside the sun is beating down on the trees by the window. Lucky for me i have a partial view of the driveway leading to the door where the deliveries are brought in. It usually takes about 6 minutes from the time that i see his truck drive by, until he actually gets inside to see Jordan. This week i made a special order for folders so ill have a reason to seek him out.
Then i see it. The white truck flits by, and I catch it out the side of my eye. my heat quickens. Its 3:25. He's right on time.
nows the wait for him to come in.
I turn around and make light conversation with my neighbor, Marcia. Shes a nice gal and flirts with me sometimes, but usually the purpose of my talking to her is so I can be faced to the door and see Mario come through.
The sun moves out from behind the clouds and beats down on my back. I should have shut the blinds. Its a scorcher out there. The sun would beat down on Marios skin and cause his crevices to get damp. I wonder if hes as tan under his clothes as he is on his arms.
I feign interest in what Marcia is saying. Its mean but i don't ask anything i really want to know because I'm not listening. I'll just have to ask again later.
then a dark figure moves into view and instantly my eyes flick to him.
He looks a little tanner than he did last time i saw him. Hes about 5'10, my height, and wearing shorts. His legs are also bronze and nicely shaped. This guys works for a living, he doesn't sit around. and it shows. oh my god does it show. if he were smart he'd do some modeling on the side.
Hes facing Jordan and i can see Jordan talking animately. there is the faint stain of sweat under his arms. He must have just gotten done unloading the boxes that hold our supplies. His butt is obscured by the walls of the cubicles in this office. he sways a little in conversation, obviously trying to move away from Jordan.
He began walking away toward the door to the hall. I got up and quickly covered the long distance to the door. I reached it just in time to see his blue shirt disappear in the supply room.
If I went in there too quickly would he know I was waiting? would he be on to me? do i want him to suspect my attraction to him? i think i do.
So i don't hesitate in picking up my pace a little. my heart is thudding as i open the door and try to look nonchalant.

I met the man in a bar. He seemed nice enough and then he invited me to meet his girl friend and have some dinner. I accepted and we went to his place. When we arrived he told me she stepped out and would be back some then offered me a drink. I was given a beer and we sat on the patio and drank. After my first beer I was feeling kind of drunk. He said it must be the heat and we went inside to cool off. Then I started to slur my words. He stood up and said. 'It's time we got naked.' He took my clothes off me as each passing minute I was becoming paralyzed, although I could breathe and move a little I was more or less helpless.

He had me naked on the floor then carried me to the bedroom and put me on the bed. He had me face down and he moved his hand all over my ass then began to rub oil all over it. His hand moved up and down between my crack of my ass then he began using both hands rubbing my ass and spreading them apart while his finger played with my hole. He then rolled me over placing my hands above my head then place my feet side by side. He applied oil to my balls letting the oils run between my legs. He took my cock into his mouth and with his tongue played with it. His hand gently rubbed under my balls and his finger slid outside my hole back and forth. I began to get hard as he began to move his head up and down my shaft all the while his finger playing with my hole.

He began to get more aggressive with my cock, taking it deeper into his mouth and now pushing his finger into my hole that gave no resistance at all. 'I know you are a whore, I can taste it and your ass wants my finger.' He then rolled me back over onto my stomach. Once again he applied oil to my ass and rubbed it spreading the cheeks but this time his thumbs pushed into my hole. 'See Slut you want it.' He said all the while I could not talk or move. He sunk his finger deep into my hole pushing it as far as it would go. 'Oh ya you want it!' he rolled my back over my cock now hard popping up at him. 'See you're hard you want it, but I want you to want me even if you are not horny.' He began sucking my cock and fingering my ass with two fingers. I was going to explode when he stopped and began jerking my cock hard and with lots of oil on his hand. I soon shot. My load shooting up to my chin. He rubbed my seed into my chest along with some oil. 'See you were so horny you came so fast.' He said while slowly pumping my cock for the last reminisces of my seed.