Date: Mon, 25 Jun 2012 21:03:29 -0400 (EDT)
From: dastardlyd3@aol.com
Subject: What a Weekend - I

TO THE READER:

This is a story where gay men have sex.  If this is not your choice, or you
are too young to read it, or it is prohibited where you live, please leave
now.

"What a weekend!"- I

Jack came out of his office just as Roger walked by.  Roger asked, "How was
your long weekend down on the desert?"

Jack smiled and said, "It was great.  I'll tell you all about it at lunch,
my treat."  Roger smiled, nodded and returned to his office.  Jack went to
the men's room, pulled out his cock and examined it very carefully to be
sure it was still all there.  `No, no wear marks, just a bit used and
soft."  He used it to empty his bladder, then put it away and returned to
his office.

Jack was hard at work when he heard three raps on his office door.  He
turned and saw Roger smiling and proclaiming, "Enough, oh drone.  Time to
take me to lunch, which you agreed to pay for."

Jack smiled at Roger, turned off his monitor, closed a file folder, and
rose from his chair with the grace of a lion, stretching, grabbing his
jacket, and heading out for lunch.

"What is all this secrecy about, Jack?  As far as I can tell, you haven't
told a soul about your long weekend.  What's so secret?"

"I'll tell you all about it, Roger, over lunch.  The office is not the
place for such tales."  They rode the almost full elevator down to the
lobby, walked half a block to a good restaurant, were shown to a table in a
secluded corner, and perused the menu.  Each ordered his choice for lunch.
Then, with the waiter having left them to place the orders, and, after a
sip of water, Jack began.

"It all started out when I told my neighbor that I wanted to get away for a
long weekend, play some golf, and get acquainted with Palm Springs.  I had
never been there, and I had heard some things that made me want to go.  He
told me he had a friend down there who always enjoyed company, and would
probably be happy to have me stay with him.  I told him when I'd like to
visit Palm Springs, and he said he'd contact his friend and fix it up for
me to stay with him.  He checked back with me, told me the weekend was fine
for a stay with his friend, and gave me the friend's name and phone number.

"I called the friend to tell him of my plans, and, with his agreement, I
would arrive on the eve of the long weekend.  I told him I'd get back with
him to tell him about my flight.

"After I arranged a flight, I called him so he'd know when to expect me.
He insisted on meeting my plane.  He gave me his cell phone number, and
told me he would stop in the waiting lot, and for me to call when I had
gotten my bags, and he would meet me at the curb.  He described his car, a
red Hyundai.  I thanked him, wished him a good week, and hung up.

"The night of my arrival, I took a good flight from SFO to Palm Springs.
The plane was on time, baggage arrived at the carousel on time, and things
were going well.  I called his cell phone and told him I was waiting at the
curb.  Very quickly he arrived, opened the trunk of the car for my golf
clubs and suitcase, helped me load them, we got into the car, and he
introduced himself as we pulled away from the curb.  He's about six feet
tall, my height, with a well trimmed white mustache.

"It was a short drive to his home in a small gated community.  He drove
into the garage, we unloaded my suitcase, but he insisted the golf bag stay
in the trunk of the car because he would take me to the golf course where I
had a reservation.  He led the way to his bedroom.

"`I hope you don't mind, but I'd enjoy sharing my bed with you,' he said
with a big smile."

"I'm sure I smiled because he was a good looking tall, white-haired man
with a lean body.  "Sure, I said.  Sounds good to me."  He asked if I was
hungry, and I told him I'd had dinner before the flight.  He offered
something to drink.  At that time I only wanted water.  He left the room,
and returned shortly with a glass of iced water, which he handed me, then
began to help me get undressed.

"`I don't wear clothes when I'm home alone, and certainly not when a good
looking man is in the house,' he said as he began to unbutton my shirt,
then pants and briefs.  I helped him get out of his own clothes, and we
were soon standing bare-assed naked, facing each other.  He put his arms
around me for a hug of greeting.  He kissed me while drawing my body close
to his.  He ran his hands over my shoulders, down my sides, then over my
chest, stooping down to lick my nipples.

"He hit pay dirt when he sucked my nipples.  I got instantly hard.  He
rubbed his body against my cock and I must have forced my rock-hard cock
into his stomach.  He turned, pulled back the covers and motioned me
towards the bed.  I got in, and so did he.  We resumed the kiss and he
rubbed my balls, then moved to my cock.  I took hold of his cock and it
started to grow.  He held on to my cock while his other hand played with my
nipple.  I'm sure I must have moaned, for he pointed to the night stand
behind me and told me I'd find the `necessaries' there.

"I found some lube and a condom, together with a towel.  He opened the
condom package and put the condom on my cock after I put a drop of lube on
the end of my cock.  He turned away from me so I could lube his ass.  And,
it was a beautiful ass.  Nice and round, a bit of hair to match the nice
bit of hair on his chest, all white.  I put some lube on my finger and
gently touched his asshole, then pushed it in.  He told me he was ready for
me now.  I used the towel to clean my finger.

"I pushed my cock against his hole and it went in fairly easily, a nice
welcome, but as I pushed further in his muscles flexed and pushed hard
against my cock.  He was flexed all the way in.  I could tell it would be a
good ride for me.  His ass held my cock tight, almost fighting as I pulled
partly out, then pushed back in.  He wiggled his ass and my cock seemed to
hit every space in his ass.  It wasn't long before I was fucking him hard
and fast.  He was still squeezing my cock with every thrust and withdrawal.
I probably didn't last very long, and shot a good load into the condom.  He
asked me to stay inside, and I did, staying hard for a while.  Finally, my
shrinking cock fell out of his ass.  I used the small towel to clean up
with, and I rubbed his ass to take away the lube that had oozed out.

"He turned to face me, and we kissed again.  I was getting to like him, and
wanted to show him I thought he was great.  I ran my hand over his balls
and cock and asked if he'd like me to bring him off.  `Not yet," he told
me.  So I continued to caress his darned-good-looking body while we talked.
He wanted to know my schedule, which I told him.  I told him I'd need to
rent a car, but he told me he would chauffeur me around.  We both had cell
phones, and he had purposely kept an open schedule for my time in Palm
Springs.

"We lay together, sometimes kissing, mostly caressing, and his sucking my
nipples.  His playing with my cock and balls got me hard again.  He had
another condom and the lube ready to go.  This time he put a pillow under
his chest and lay on his stomach with that great looking ass sticking up
and begging to be fucked.  I couldn't resist.  I suited up, lubed his ass,
really, playing with it until he begged me to fuck him.  Fuck him I did.

"His ass seemed to be a moving target.  Once I entered him, his ass was in
motion from side to side and up and down.  I paused in my strokes and he
invited me to just lay on top of him, put all my weight on him and let him
enjoy skin on skin.  I did, and kissed his neck while running my hands
under his body to play with his nipples.  Again he moved his body and my
cock to where I had to start fucking him again.  I fucked him hard and came
with a vengeance.  I think I put more cum in the second rubber than the
first.

"We stayed together, my cock in his ass, until my cock shrank and I pulled
out.  He handed me the towel and took off my condom to place it with the
first one.  Then he cleaned his ass with the towel, turned and backed up to
me, his back to my chest.  He told me he liked to feel the fur on a man's
chest against his back.  I have a bit, not very hairy, but a bit hairy, so
he wiggled against it.  Then he took my arm, pulled over his side and
wrapped it around his chest, and said `You deserve some rest now.  This
will be a busy weekend for both of us."  Boy, was that true.

"The next morning I awoke to an empty bed just as he arrived with a tray of
coffee mugs, a coffee pot, and cream and sugar.  I told him I drink my
coffee black, and took the offered full mug.  He put the tray on the
bedside table, got into bed, took his mug, and looked me straight in the
eye and asked, `Do you think you're going to enjoy a bit more lovemaking
this morning?'

"Of course I replied `Yes,' took a sip of coffee and excused myself to go
to the bathroom.  Bladder emptied, I returned to bed.  He asked me what my
schedule was for today.  I told him it was open, but tomorrow I was going
to play golf, and I had already made arrangements with the golf course,
which had reciprocity with my course at home.  As we finished our coffee,
he asked if I could eat some breakfast.  You know me, I told him I'd like
something to eat, and invited him to join me at a restaurant.  He insisted
he had everything he needed to serve me.  Served me he did: an omelet with
all sorts of things added to the eggs.  There was ham, and onions, bell
pepper, mushrooms, and I don't know what all.  It was great.  He had
English sour dough muffins and some fine orange marmalade, the good stuff,
Cross & Blackwell's.  Of course, the coffee was great.

"He told me he had to keep my strength up so we could play as much as
wanted.

"After breakfast we took a shower together.  He has a big shower, probably
room for six, with three shower heads, and all tile with no glass to
squeegee off when you're done.  We washed each other's backs, asses, and
legs.  He started on my front, and when he got to my cock, he began to pull
the skin back and forth gently.  I got hard.  He said, `That's a good sign.
You're ready to make love, and I'm ready to receive it."  He put some soap
on his ass, leaned against the wall with his ass sticking out.  What could
I do?  I had to put it to him again.  My cock slid into him easily, though
his ass was still tight.  I started out slowly, but something took over,
pure lust probably, and I fucked him as hard as I could.  He was moaning
and enjoying it.  I quickly came inside him, but I stayed inside until my
cock shrank and fell out.

"He gave me a kiss and thanked me for making him so happy.  Shit, I should
have been thanking him.  I started to kneel, but he told me it wasn't time
for him.  We got out of the shower, helped each other dry off, and went to
the bedroom.  He asked me what I wanted to do that day.  I told him I'd
like to see the town.  He suggested we wear shorts and t-shirts and
sandals.  We did, and off we went in his car.

"I'd never seen the desert before, so he took me to some bare areas, then
some landscaped with `desert landscaping.` There were beautiful green lawns
throughout the town, and plants I'd never seen before.  He took me to the
gay street, Arenas, where there were some gay bars and restaurants, and a
very large gay emporium with lots of things to wear on your cock, and
balls, DVDs, gay-themed t-shirts, and all manner of gay themed things.

"There is an outstanding art museum, which was nicely cooled, and we had
soft drinks sitting inside, looking out at the hot pavement.  We went to a
couple of other places, then went home to relax a bit.

"Oh, oh, here we've eaten our lunches and it's time to go back to work."

"You're not going to get away with just part of your story.  Tomorrow's my
turn to buy lunch.  You have to finish your story."

"With an offer like that, I can't refuse.  Now, back to slavery."



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