Date: Tue, 19 Aug 2014 11:31:10 -0600
From: andy oh <andy.oh@hotmail.com>
Subject: A Late Bloomer

1. A FIRST TIME FOR EVERYTHING

The BJ's bar was in the ground floor of a high-rise office building. It
just getting dark on an April night and the place was getting busy. A few
men in suits sat at the bar. Some younger guys sat at tables in pairs.

Music played, not too loud yet, and a couple of TV screens showed men
dancing in their underwear. A guy came and sat on the opposite side of the
bar. He looked a couple years older than me, had dirty blond hair, and wore
tight white jeans, his well defined muscles on display in a sleeveless
T-shirt. He was handsome. I thought he looked a bit like the actor Paul
Newman, only a bit blue collar like he was maybe a mechanic.

At 22 I was tall and slender toned from playing soccer and swimming. My
thick dark hair was a bit shaggy, but it suited my face. High check bones
and big eyes gave me an exotic look. He looked over and raised his beer in
toast. I raised my beer at him, and then I took my bottle and walked across
and nervously climb onto the bar stool beside him.

After a couple of drinks and some small talk, he told me he thought I was
cute. He rested his hand on my knee. My penis swelled erect, and I became
self-conscious. I took his hand away and said, "Not here." He invited me
back to his place.

In the taxi we sat apart in silence for a ten minute ride to his third
floor bachelor apartment. While sipping some wine I told him I had never
been with a guy before. He said I should come over and sit with him. I was
trembling, excited. We kissed, tongues in each other's mouths. I undid his
fly. His cock sprang out. I pulled his jeans down, then I took all my
clothes off. He leaned forward and began to suck my cock. It felt great but
I got scared he might bite me. I said, or moaned, "Oh later, we have all
night."

I sat with him naked on the sofa, our legs intertwined, hands stroking each
other's bodies. He led me to the bed in an alcove off the tiny living room.

Lying together, my hand took his cock and mine together and began stroking.
His was smaller than mine; I'm 6.5 inches he was about 5.5 inches. I curve
downwards, his curved up. I had never imagined a cock could bend the other
way. I always thought I was a freak for having a curved erection. Handling
his penis, stroking both cocks was thrilling. I jerked us with the same
strokes while we kissed. I came first and stroked until I saw and felt his
cum dripping off my hand and over his belly.

We lay still a moment, and then kissed while I rubbed the semen over us
both. I became interested in his body. I kissed his neck and sucked his
nipples, then his belly button. I continued downward, licking the shaft of
his flaccid cock, licking the head of his cock and then his inner thighs.

"Suck my balls," he said quietly with a slur or a lisp that sounded very
gay.

I took one testicle into my mouth and rolled it around with my tongue. He
moaned. I tried the other one. He moaned louder. I thought I might have
hurt him so I moved on off.

I took his cock into my mouth. It was half erect and I began to run my
tongue around the head. I felt his cock stiffen and fill my mouth. He had
sparse light brown pubic hair. It felt softer than I expected.

He moaned very quietly. I looked up at him, with his cock still in my
mouth. He lay very still on his back with his eyes closed.

I extended my lips over my teeth, holding his shaft tightly in my mouth and
moved up and down on him, fucking his cock with my mouth. I savored the
taste and texture, its musty intoxicating odor. I took it in to the
base. It was in my throat and I gave a choking cough, but continued. I
applied some suction, my cheeks hollowed out from the vacuum. I had a
rhythm going, sliding the cock in and out of my mouth, seemingly propelled
by an independent force of suction.

I hadn't expecting I'd like giving a blowjob, but was willing to do it to
bring him pleasure. It was a delirious revelation.

I kept sucking his cock in and out of my mouth, enjoying the warm touch of
his cock's head on the back of my throat. The entire essence of his being
seems to be in his cock, and I held it firmly between my lips. Suddenly, as
though the cock had a life of its own, it escaped my mouth and slapped me
on the check. I giggled and caught it with my hand and guided hi back into
my mouth.

I had been taken by surprise by the upward curve of his cock. Like a
spring-loaded jack-in-the-box, his bent penis built up kinetic energy
against the confines of my mouth and throat. I had to master the curving
resistance of his penis or it would escape and slap me again, and his
orgasm would be delayed. I realized how much I wanted to bring him to an
orgasm and to have his semen squirt into my mouth.

I concentrated and redoubled my sucking, increasing the pace and the
suction. He remained silent, motionless, smiling with his eyes closed. The
only sounds were from me as I slurped, moaned, mmm'ed and ohh'ed, gagged,
coughed and gasped to catch my breath. I enjoyed my own sexual sounds.

I never noticed his orgasm. He remained silent, didn't moan. He didn't
spasm or thrust into my mouth – maybe to make it easier for my first
time sucking or maybe so I wouldn't stop before he came into my mouth. I
didn't feel any gush of cum in my mouth, but I kept at it and felt his cock
slowly go soft. Finally I let him fall out of my mouth.

"That was incredible. I can't believe it was your first time ever, what did
you practice on?" he said. I smiled shyly at the praise, glad I did a good
job, and amazed how I had liked it.

He kissed me, then his mouth was around the head of my cock, and his hand
was gripping the shaft, stroking up and down. My earlier terrified reaction
when he deep throated me must have discouraged another attempt. He kept at
it and I quickly came in his mouth. It was okay. But what he did next was
better than okay.

He licked his way down to my balls, arriving at my ass hole. I was a bit
shocked to realize what he was doing, but it felt superb and I moaned with
pleasure. His tongue traced circles around my anal opening, and I'm pretty
sure also entered and tickled the inside walls. I soon had a raging
hard-on. I couldn't guess how long it went on before he mumbled, with his
lips still on my ass, "Mmmm let me get in there."

I assumed he meant get his tongue in my ass, so I said, "Oh yeah, get in
there." Unwittingly, I had given my consent to taking his cock up my
ass. When I left home I hoped and expected I would get fucked up the ass,
but just now I only wanted more of his tongue in there.

Things progressed quickly. He had a tube of lubricant and smeared in on his
hard cock. My legs were spread and knees were up already – that's how he
positioned me to lick my ass. He leaned forward and pressed the tip of his
cock on my ass. I was surprised, that's not how I thought guys bum
fucked. "Don't I have to lie on my belly?" I asked. "No, this is better,"
He whispered.

In a moment I felt the head of his cock on my ass, and then he was pushing
it in. It hurt. I couldn't tell when he had all of his cock inside me. I
was squeezing my ass tight, but he was pumping his cock in and out. I tried
not to make too much noise, though a few ouches and ows escaped. I thought
if I just let him do it, it would be over soon. I didn't want to lead the
guy on – make him horny for my ass and then deny him. Getting fucked
hurt terribly, but I wouldn't have considered refusing him.

It seemed to go on forever. A couple of times he leaned down and kissed my
grimacing lips. Then he started fucking me faster and thrusting harder. It
hurt more and more, but then he stopped and collapsed onto me, and his cock
must have slipped out of me.

He lay there a moment breathing heavy and then asked, "How was I, did you
like it?"

"It hurt," I said, and got up from the bed and went to the bathroom to wash
up. I couched down in the bathtub and set a jet of warm water at my
ass. There was a tiny trickle of blood flowing down the drain.

When I rejoined him in bed, he cuddled me and said that it would hurt less
next time and that, "the more you get the more you want."

In my naïveté and inexperience I asked, "Where does the semen go
after you shoot it in me?" He laughed and said, "It goes out of you when
you poop, silly."

We drifted off to sleep cuddling, and I enjoyed being close.

We were both rock hard in the morning. He licked my ass again (either
hoping to fuck me again or in reparations for hurting my ass the night
before). We jerked while he did that and I came like a cannon, firing what
seemed like a pint of semen across the room. "Wow when you shoot your
really shoot," he said.





2. I GUESS I ASKED FOR IT



I was 22 years old that spring. It had been a couple of months since my
first sexual experience with a man. We did everything, almost. And mostly I
enjoyed it, though not all of it felt good.

About a month afterwards I felt homosexual urges again. I had heard about a
gay bath house and went there one night in May.

At my rented locker I slipped out of my clothes and into the towel they
gave me at the entrance. Along the hallway I had seen two dozen doors. A
couple doors were open; paunchy older men in towels posed suggestively on
narrow beds.

Down another hallway I saw a guy, maybe a decade older than me. Slim with a
muscular body, a couple inches taller than me, he also with dark hair. We
looked at each other in passing. At the corner was a mirror. I saw in the
glass that he had followed me. I regarded the two of us in the mirror. We
made a nice pair; me lithe and slender, him like a bigger, sturdier, older
version of me. He noticed my narcissistic examination of the mirror and
joked, "Have you got a comb?"

Still looking at ourselves in the glass he reached under my towel, taking
my penis in his hand, he said, "Let's go to your room so I can help you
with this."

I reached under his towel, but he brushed my hand away, saying, "Not here,"
then, "I guess neither of us has a room. Wait right here I've got a great
idea."

He came back a minute later and said he had a friend with a room and I was
in luck because, "He wants to orgy."

As he led the way to the room I caught a glimpse of a middle aged guy
looking me over. He was remarkable in having extremely hairy arms, legs,
chest, back. He had thick dark hair everywhere except his bald head. I was
fascinated, imagining a body like that pressing against mine. Mister Hairy
seemed even more fascinated by my smooth body, giving me an intense lustful
look as he followed me making kissing noises.

My mirror buddy led me to the door of his friend's room, saying this is
Richard, who was also about ten years older than me. He was shorter and
built stouter than my friend from the mirror. He was curly haired, was
almost handsome, but not as nice looking as my mirror friend. Looking up at
me he commented, "He's cute, bring him in." Then he said I was in luck
because Robin (apparently my friend from the mirror) had the biggest cock
around. To demonstrate he pulled off Robin's towel and began sucking him. I
watched it swell to massive size, I guess ten or eleven inches long,
straight shafted and thick with a huge reddish purple head. I gulped,
imagining it in my mouth, scared that Robin would try to force it down my
throat.

Our host released Robin's massive cock and moved over to mine. I gasped as
he sucked it all down in to the base; my 6 and-a-half inches was instantly
hard. I let out a moan.

Then the door opened. It was Mister Hairy man from out in the hall. Robin
got up quickly and pushed him out. My first real blow job continued and I
moaned, purred and sighed with pleasure.

The door opened again. Again Mister Hairy tried to join our fun only to be
pushed out by Robin. This time before the door closed I caught a glimpse of
half a dozen men outside our room, all watching and listening intently. The
audience only added to my excitement. As my pleasure mounted my
vocalizations rose to match. As I neared and then thrashed in a sustained
orgasm, I was letting out a series of whoops and wows, I couldn't help
it. I shuddered as I shot my cum, my host sucked all the harder, making his
own sounds, slurps and mmms. The experience of cuming and then being sucked
dry was so intense it almost hurt. He pulled up off my cock and looked at
me while rubbing my ass. I smiled and involuntarily trembled. A last drop
of cum spurted out of my deflating penis. "He comes really good," said my
cocksucker.

He moved his hand up and caressed my belly. After getting an amazing blow
job I knew I owed him something. I don't know what possessed me, had I
forgotten how much it hurt the first time that I got bum fucked (and that
guy had a much smaller cock) but I took his hand and guided it back to my
ass.

"He wants it!" said my host, delighted, as he moved up between my legs,
pushing my knees up, and hanging my feet over his shoulders. He spit on his
hand and rubbed saliva over his cock. It was about eight inches long,
sticking out in a curve to one side, with bulging veins and bullet shaped
red head. He pushed into my ass. At first it felt fine, good, filling a
void. But as he pushed the rest of the way into me, it hurt. Each trust was
a moment of pleasure followed by pain. I started drawing away as he thrust
into me, frustrating him. After a few moments I squirmed up and straddled
him, kneeling, facing him, and lowered my ass onto his rigid cock, thinking
that if I controlled the penetration it might not hurt.

I pushed down, taking his cock into me. Again halfway it hurt. I backed
off, but he held me by the hips and pushed me down onto his penis. A few
minutes of push and pull and he popped his cock out of me, got off the bed
and said to Robin, "It's your turn."

I gulped in fear as Robin pushed me belly down on the bed. He slid his fat
cock in slowly, and every inch felt like my ass was ripping apart. I tried
to rise up but he held my shoulders down. I tried to clinch my ass closed
but he kept pushing into me. I gave up resisting and lay still, hoping he
would come soon.

I couldn't help but moan and make wounded noises, and ouch sounds. Again
the door flew open and Mister Hairy tried again to come in. Behind him in
the corridor I could now see over a dozen men in towels, apparently drawn
by my cries and moans, craning their necks to get a look. Richard, my other
bum fucker shoved Mister Hairy out and closed the door again while Robin
keep up his tortuous pumping into my ass.

He picked up the pace, pounding into me like a jackhammer, then let out a
sigh, collapsing on top of my back, breathing hard and wet into my ear. He
twisted my face and kissed me on the lips, pushing his tongue into my mouth
before licking my face as he lifted himself off me.

Aching and fearing that my ass might be really damaged I got up, shivering,
wrapped my towel around my waist. Without another word I left before they
decided to fuck me again.

Out in the corridor the crowd of voyeurs parted, seemingly awestruck, to
let me pass. As I reached down to catch the dripping from my ass, checking
to see if it was cum and not blood, I realized I was enjoying the
attention.





3. THIRD TIME LUCKY



I remembered leaving the bath house after my previous painful experience. I
swore I wouldn't do any more homosexual acts.

A few weeks after that, I was returning from downtown where I had spent the
afternoon smoking pot with my dealer. I was dressed for the heat wave in my
old cut-off shorts, flip-flop sandals, and a faded red shirt with the top
three buttons missing. It had gotten dark, but the heat of the day had not
let up as I made my way to the center of town to catch a bus back to the
suburbs.

For years I had heard rumors about Riverside Park; guys went there at night
and had sex in the bushes. I had always avoided going there. That evening
as I walked past the park I thought about the urges that had driven me to
the bath house a few weeks earlier. I began thinking how strange it was
that I had wanted to see another man's cock, to touch a hard cock, and yes
(I admitted to myself), to have a cock in my mouth and to suck on
it. Strangest of all was how I submitted to a painful bum fucking.

Maybe subconscious desire was controlling my movements; as night fell I
found myself walking right into the notorious park.

The streetlights faded behind me as I went deeper into the trees along the
paved walkway. My eyes adjusted to the moonlight and I could make out the
shapes of a couple of people lurking around the trees and bushes that
fringed the grassy meadow. One came towards me. As he approached I could
see he was old, fat with a thick mustache. He theatrically looked me up and
down, eyes locked comically onto my crotch. I ignored him and kept walking.

Ahead some dense bushes extended onto the pathway. As I reached this spot a
man stepped out and beckoned me to join him in the bushes. He had on a
t-shirt, running shoes and socks, but no pants. His cock was standing up
rigid, six inches of erection. He was short and unattractively bald with a
long greasy fringe of remaining hair. I walked past quickly.

At the next island of trees and bushes I noticed a guy coming towards me
along the path. He smiled at me as we passed each other. He was a black
guy, tall, handsome and muscled, older. He was wearing a button-up shirt
and pressed slacks. I thought he looked like Marvin Gaye, the soul singer.

I turned around to see where he was going. He had also turned and came
close. I felt his breath in my ear as he whispered, "You're the only one
here I like." I smiled and he took my face in his hand and kissed me. I
responded, pressing my lips to his like a gasket seal. I opened my mouth
slightly, anticipating he'd slide his tongue into my mouth. Instead his
tongue traced circles around my lips, only then he pushed it into my mouth,
poking in and out, then again tracing my lips. He had a strong determined
tongue. I felt tiny bumps that must have been his taste buds.

His arm around my waist, he led me towards the bushes, whispering in my
ear, "Come with me baby. I'll make you feel so good."

Parting the branches of a flowering shrub he led me down onto a blanket. We
lay down perfumed by blossoms all around us.

He pulled my shirt over my head and sucked on my nipple while taking off my
shorts. He quickly took off his own clothes. I suddenly smelled his sweat
of desire. He pushed my legs up draping my knees over his shoulders, then
he dove down planting his lips on my ass hole. That strong determined
tongue traced circles around the outside of my hole, and then pushed
inside. I moaned with pleasure.

My first homosexual lover had shocked and delighted me when he licked my
ass, but this guy had a tongue that seemed to reach far inside me and
stroke my nerve ends. As I languished in the pleasure it occurred to me
that I was in for another painful bum fucking, and from what they said
about black guys this could be the worst pain yet. I looked down and saw
his cock. It was big, but not bigger than the last giant who fucked me. His
black cock was eight-and-a-half inches, thick and curved up slightly. In
the darkness the head on his cock was a big purple bulb. I was certain it
would hurt, however the ass licking was so intense I put that thought
aside.

He pulled a tube of Vaseline from his discarded trousers and squeezed some
out onto his hand. His swollen cock was throbbing as he lubed it. He
squeezed another big gob of Vaseline onto his palm and it felt great as he
rubbed it, in a strong circular motion into my ass.

He hitched my legs again over his shoulders, then lowered himself onto my
body. The space between my belly and his became smaller until I felt his
wiry chest hairs brushing against my smooth torso.

He kissed me, again circling my lips with his tongue before thrusting it
into my mouth, then whispered in my ear, "Relax, relax, relax every muscle
in your body, relax your arms, relax your legs."

My arms had been around his waist and I let them drop to the ground, I let
my legs flop limply down onto his shoulders.

His whispered urgings continued, "Relax your face, relax your cheeks, relax
your lips, relax your feet, relax every muscle in your body. Relax."

I felt warmth in my ass as the head of his cock pressed onto my hole. There
was a complex blend of new sensations, an excitement somewhere in my
testicles that reminded me of the tingling I had felt in my balls when I
was a little boy dropping rapidly in a roller coaster, or catapulting into
the air on the playground swings, or being bounced on my Daddy's lap. With
warmth was a contentment and fullness.

"Are you in?" I asked in a breathless whisper.

"Yes," he replied. I could feel his wiry Negro's public hair pressing
against the cheeks of my buttocks.

"All the way in?" I asked surprised and disbelieving.

"Yes" he whispered.

"Mmmmm, it feels good," I managed to say before falling under an
irresistible tide of sensations as he began slowly to slide his cock in and
out of me.

"You love it don't you?" he said teasingly, and without waiting for me to
answer he leaned in and kissed me.

He thrust in and out. We both moaned as his stokes grew longer and more
confident. My surprise and delight with these new sensations overcame me
for a moment (or a minute or several?). I began thinking about his pleasure
and how he deserved to have an orgasm. I had caught the rhythm of his
thrusts, and I rocked back and forth in synch. He emitted an energized
growl as I began to thrust back at him, opening my ass and pushing out to
meet his incoming cock and then tightening my ass as he pulled out,
unwilling to let his cock slide completely out of me.

I couldn't tell where his cock ended and my ass began. I felt wonderful as
I experimented with new moves, and mastered tightening and loosening my ass
to become an integrated part of his fucking. It became our fucking.





4 - PRACTICE MAKES PERFECT SENSE



I read a statistic that ten percent of the population practiced
homosexuality. I thought I should get more practice; I might become good at
it.

It had been three weeks since my visit to the gay park. My black lover from
Riverside Park had opened a door to a new world of anal pleasure. It had
felt great, but maybe it could feel even better.

I decided to go back to BJ's, the gay bar where five months earlier I had
picked up Gerry, my first male lover. I wouldn't have minded running into
him again.

The summer heat wave was still going strong; the night was hot and humid
when I caught the downtown bus. I was dressed for it in cut-off jeans worn
soft from use, a faded red checkered short sleeved shirt with the top three
buttons missing, and my red flip-flop sandals.

The place was full when I arrived at 10 o'clock and I couldn't find a stool
at the bar. The tables were occupied by guys who knew each other. I got a
beer from the bar and wandered around looking for a seat.

The music was loud and there were already guys gyrating on the dance
floor. I stood and watched for a moment. A tall guy with long blond hair
had a t-shirt tied off around his bare midriff like a bikini top, he was
dancing by himself alternatively shaking his ass and pumping his groin
provocatively. Two guys dressed in leather vests, leather shorts and high
boots were slow dancing, despite the fast thumping disco beat, their arms
around each other, kissing. It was a spectacle that I didn't want any part
of. I went to the back where I watched a couple of middle aged men play a
game of pool, then I picked up my beer bottle and wandered back towards the
front, still hoping for a stool at the bar, where a solo man could sit.

I walked past the dance floor. It had grown really crowded. Guys were
dancing with no shirts on. Others stood shoulder to shoulder
watching. Someone grabbed my ass and gave it a squeeze. I turned to see who
did it but nobody in the dense crowd looked guilty. Someone reached over
and groped my crotch. I had enough of tight confines and headed back
towards the bar.

I noticed a guy wearing almost the same outfit as me, except his colors
were reversed. His shorts were a faded red, or maybe pink, and his
checkered shirt (open all the way to reveal an enticing "outie" belly
button) was blue. He wore white flip-flop sandals. His body was young
slender, harmoniously proportioned – nice! His face was boyishly cute,
pretty. He reminded me of the singing heartthrob, Donnie Osmond I thought
as I looked at him and saw that he was looking back at me. He seemed barely
old enough to be in a bar.

As though drawn by gravity, we moved together. Instinctively my arm
encircled his waist and I drew him towards me. He leaned into my face and
spoke breathily, incomprehensively. He had an indeterminable accent. I
didn't catch a word but I caught his eager innocence. He liked me, and I
liked him.

Miraculously, the crowded bar parted like the Red Sea. A table right at
hand was suddenly vacated. We took the empty seats as though they were
ordained by the universe. We held hands on the table like lovers, our
foreheads tilted together and we spoke into each other's ears. He was
Roberto. He was from Puerto Rico. He lived with an older man who supported
him. He liked guys like me. But the old man had paid his way and if he
caught Roberto with other guys he'd ship him back. I told him if my parents
found out I liked sex with men they'd kick me out of their house.

The room's noises faded to a hum; a waiter put a couple of beers in front
of us and left without asking for payment. We hadn't ordered. Maybe an
admirer had bought them for us; two cute young guys in matching skimpy
outfits probably drew some attention, but we only saw each other.

We sat close. In my brief career as a homosexual I had always been the
younger one, but now Roberto was my sweet prize. He was smaller than me,
waifish. I pulled him towards me and kissed him, sliding my tongue in
circles, tracing his lips before pushing into his mouth. His tongue tasted
sweet, and I smelled cherries. I felt him suck franticly on my mouth. We
sat back breathless, looking at each other. His deep brown almond shaped
eyes were wide open, focused on my own eyes. His chin was soft, undefined,
his lips pink, smiling seductively, sweetly, like an innocent and trusting
forest creature.

Underneath the table I felt his hand on my lap. He unzipped my shorts and
took my cock out and began to rub it. I hoped nobody could see under there
in the dark, but it was too exciting to stop. I reached over and took his
out. It was small, maybe 4 inches, thin, but with a perfectly round head,
smooth like a ping pong ball. It felt silky and rubbery as I squeezed
it. It would be great to suck on I thought.

As though synchronized we both tucked our cocks away and zipped up. We
drained our bottles of beer, and rose from the table. He put his hand
around my arm and tugged me across the room, pulled me into the men's room
to the nearest toilet stall and kicked the door open.

There, on the floor of the toilet stall was a guy about 40 years old,
kneeling, fully dressed in jeans and t-shirt, his mouth around the cock of
a fat 70 year-old man who sat on the toilet with his pants down. They
looked up startled, but went right back at it.

Luckily there was another stall and it was unoccupied. In a flash Roberto
had peeled off his shirt and his shorts. He kneeled on the toilet seat, his
hands against the back wall, and his beautifully round ass pushed out
towards me, leaving no doubt what I should do. I extracted a condom and
small tube of lubricant from my pocket and dropped my clothes.

I put on the condom, smeared my cock with half the lube. I squeezed the
rest onto my palm. With a firm circular motion I rubbed it into Roberto's
ass. I leaned in close, my chest against his back, and moved my pelvis
towards his ass, whispering in his ear, "Relax baby. Relax every muscle in
your body." He reached a hand back and grabbed my cock guiding it towards
his hole. I pressed forward, entering him slowly. I was halfway in when he
pushed back against me, impaling himself onto my cock. He groaned, I hoped
in pleasure. My downward curved cock fit into him perfectly.

I held him by the hips and stood still a moment before I started slowly
thrusting in and out. In a few moments he began to mirror my movements,
pushing his ass back to meet my incoming cock. We moved faster, but then I
slipped out. He uttered a plaintive, "Oooh!" and reached back to put my
back in.

Inside of him was soft and warm. I never felt a nicer place. He started
squeezing; tightening the muscles in his ass to clamp on my cock every time
I began to withdraw. It was as though he didn't want my cock to leave. On
the inward thrust he slackened his ass, making it easier for my cock to get
in. I growled softly and leaned into him, nuzzling his neck, kissing his
ear. I paused and pulled his face towards me and kissed him. He thrust his
ass back onto my cock and began rocking back and forth and I resumed
fucking him.

I reached around and grabbed his cock. It was semi-hard as I tried to
stroke it while fucking him. He took matters into his own hand and began
jerking off. Time stood still, and it seemed an eternity, though it was
just a few second when he began to shudder and moan, increasing my
excitement as I fucked faster with longer strokes. In a less than dozen
thrusts I had cum, moments after he did.

I threw the filled condom into the toilet and helped Roberto clean up. We
got dressed and went back outside, but our table had been taken and there
was nowhere to sit.

Roberto said "wait a minute" and ran to the bar. He came back with a slip of
paper and put it in my pocket. "Call me," He said, then kissed me and left.



END