Date: Sat, 1 Mar 2014 14:58:04 +0000 (GMT Standard Time) From: "RichardPetersBooks@yahoo.co.uk" Subject: RUB IT Part 3 I have written many gay and bisexual stories and would welcome any feedback. This short story is part of a semi-autobiographical novel that I am writing. There are three parts to this short story here is the last part. My Blog is: http://richardpetersbooks.blogspot.co.uk/ My Amazon author page is: http://amazon.com/author/richardpeters RUB IT - Part 3 of 3 "Pardon?" Bob said turning towards me. "What you have done for me was fantastic, I'd like to return the favour." Bob laughed, his tummy vibrating. His bulge had not altered. I found it impossible to believe that even a straight man doesn't get turned on by such intimate contact. I nodded down at his shorts. "I can rub it and suck you if you want." He hadn't reacted or rejected my advances so far. I had nothing to lose and everything to gain. "But I'm not into guys." He laughed and stroked the palm of his hand across his chest and over his nipple. "So close your eyes and pretend I'm a girl." I smiled. "That's weird!" he said bending his elbows and stretching his arms backwards My cock was bobbing up and down straight out, pointing straight at his bulge I was anything but a girl. "I don't have to do anything to you?" Bob said, lifting his hand and stretching his fingers either side of his chin, while considering it. "Nothing. So do you want a blow job?" "I don't mind." Bob said. I fell to my knees and stroked the front of his shorts. Fingers up to the waistband and down I pulled his shorts. His cock was soft, but thick, full of potential and not far from being excited. His hand went to the top of my head, encouraging me. I looked up his magnificent, muscular torso and his eyes were closed, imaging, no doubt, that some lovely woman was keeling before him. I put my left hand on his sweaty left thigh and the fingers of my right hand encircled his thick softness. Bob sighed and his cock hardened inside my encircling fingers. It rapidly hardened like a flag-pole. Encircled around it, my thumb and forefinger just managed to touch together. He was a magnificent man. "Suck it!" His deep voice croaked. I touched the tip of my tongue to the slit peeking out of his foreskin. Yes!" he sighed. I slid back his foreskin and his massive, red-flushed knob became exposed. I gently licked my tongue around his revealed glans. He tasted sweet and smelled musky. I drew his cock into my mouth and Bob gasped, his hands rubbing my hair willing me to bring him off quickly. I grabbed a nearby towel and threw it between my knees and wanked myself back to full hardness, while I sucked and swallowed as much as I could. "Fuck!" Bob gasped and I took six inches of him into my mouth. The thumb and fingers of my left hand wrapped around the remaining base of his stiff dick. My other fingers ran through his crinkly dark pubes. I bobbed my head backwards and forwards up and down his wonderful cock. His pre-cum tasted salty. I moved my left hand around to his bum cheeks and pressed and kneaded while his pelvis thrust backwards and forwards, fucking my mouth like a stallion. I was on the brink, my own cock sliding through my left hand as my own bum rocked, causing my head to bob even more ferociously on his thrusting cock. "Yesssss!" He rasped and his cock filled my mouth with copious hot spunk. I fired my own massive load onto the towel and moaned on his dick and swallowed as best I could. Eventually we stopped bucking and spunking. His softening, wet cock slipped out of my mouth and he slid his foreskin back over his flushed knob. Wordlessly we tidied up my spunk drenched towel and Bob offered me a bottle of water to rinse his sperm down my throat. I knew he would never let me suck him again. The moment of erotic intimacy was gone. Silently we dressed back into our sports gear. And he led me back down the stairs, dropping the used towels into the wicker bin. I headed off to the shower and changing room while he headed for the staff changing room