One for Two
                                 by Anonymous

     It was very hot that day.  Even December has hot days in Texas.  I was 
working in a new part of town that day, a new neighborhood.  After the first 
couple of hours, I'd already exhausted my thermos, and had no time to go 
hunting for a store.  I'd taken off my shirt, sopping from all the sweat, and 
loosened my tool belt in hopes off cooling off.

     I locked up the truck and walked across the highway to knock on a 
stranger's door.  Surely someone would give a sweaty repairman a cool drink.  
As I approached the door, I could see it was partly open.  Without knocking, I 
entered this stranger's home.  That's something I don't normally do, but for 
some unknown reason, I felt DRAWN into this stranger's home.

     I saw a picture of what was evidently a handsome young man, about my own 
age, and his lovely young wife.  A noise, possibly a TV, caught my attention.  
I followed it.  Quietly, I crept to the doorway and peeked in.

     He lay on the bed.  It must be him, the one in the picture.  This was his 
home.  He lay on his stomach, stretched out on the bed naked.  His back was to 
me.  The TV played softly.  He hadn't noticed me.  I stepped into the room 
without a sound.  He turned to face me.  A look of both surprise and fear came 
to his handsome face.  I was mesmerized.

     I stared at him.  With a slight tremor in his voice, he asked, "Who are 
you?" 

     I answered, "Does it really matter?"  My hand moved to rub my hardening 
cock, which was rapidly becoming a handful.  A slight smile appeared on his 
lips and he turned away again.  "No.  I guess it doesn't."

     "Are you alone?"

     "Yes, my wife won't be home for hours."

     I reached out to grasp his ankle.  I'd thought of fucking another man for 
a long time, and now it was really going to happen.  I removed my work boots, 
then stepped from my jeans.  My cock was straining against my underwear, but I 
left them on for now. 

     I climbed onto the bed and straddled his back.  His body was very exciting
to me and I began to massage his shoulders.  He let out a deep sigh as my full 
bodyweight sat upon him.  I ran my fingers through his brown hair.  It felt 
fantastic in my hands.  This whole experience was exhilarating.  I was going to
enjoy every second of it.

     I worked my way down to his buttocks.  What a magnificent ass!  How can a 
man have an ass as sexy as this?  I roughly man-handled his cheeks and he 
moaned, writhing beneath my touch in his pleasure.  I spread his cheeks WIDE to
get a view of that tight little "male-pussy" that I knew would shortly be 
gripping my cock.

     I turned him over on his back.  His cock was fully erect, about 7 inches 
I'd say, a work of art.  I slipped off my jockeys, the front of which was 
soaked with pre-cum.  Placing a pillow behind his head, I fed him my cock.  He 
was good, licking and kissing the head before completely taking into his hot, 
wet mouth.  He sucked with a vigor I had never experienced before.  Back and 
forth, he worked that cock like a pro.  I rewarded his efforts with a load of 
cum that even a giraffe couldn't have swallowed, but he tried his best anyway.

     I leaned down to kiss his neck.  Moving down slowly, I licked and then 
firmly bit his nipples.  They were hard against my tongue.  I moved further 
down.  Well, here goes !

     His cock-head was like velvet in my mouth.  I sucked like a vacuum, taking
the full length of his 7 inches the first try.  The head of his cock pounded 
against the back of my throat with each downward motion.  In and out, first 
down then back up again, savagely I raked my teeth against his cockhead.  He 
moaned and squirmed and jerked.  He tried to force me down on it further but it
was no use.  I was taking it all.  Finally he exploded in my mouth, and being
my first time, I wasn't able to swallow it all either.  I looked up at him and
we smiled at each other.

     He could see my cock was again as hard as steel. He turned over on his 
stomach and lay....waiting.

     I spread his firm asscheeks.  The smell of his asshole was musky, manly, 
but not at all unpleasant.  I dove in, planting my tongue deep within his ass.
He moaned, almost screamed, clearly showing that this was what he really 
enjoyed.  I licked his butt.  Yes, I did it.  Licked and licked until he 
begged, "FUCK ME!  NOW!"

     Lubricating my cock with spit, I firmly pressed the head against his 
asshole.  As the head pushed its way past his tight little muscles, he writhed 
under me.  His back arched.  I reached up to grab him by the hair.  I held on 
tight as I shoved my cock in full length.  "Unnhhhh!" he moaned, "Yes, that's 
it.  Don't stop."

     His asshole was so tight, so warm.  No, it was hot as fire!  I was amazed 
at how easily he took my cock.  I don't think I could handle one that well.  
His asshole gripped me like a vice.  It was unbelievable!  I rode him like a 
wild bull and it didn't take long before I poured a load of hot cum into him 
even larger than the first.

     We both collapsed, hot, sweaty, satisfied.

     We didn't really talk about anything as I dressed to leave.  We didn't 
even get each other's name.  It's not important though.  I glanced at the TV as
I walked out the door, some talk show on channel 13.  "Man," I thought, "I 
could REALLY give them something to talk about!"