Date: Fri, 5 Mar 2021 15:21:44 +0000 (UTC) From: Justin Balancier Subject: "What I did for Lust" - Part 1 "What I did for Lust" jbalancier9@yahoo.com Part 1 Cooper ********************* Time passed quickly living in Philadelphia and Peter was leaving the city. He was going to New York City, and Michael, his sex partner was returning to LA. He was not happy about losing Peter, but he knew he could never win his heart, so it was time to move on. Michael's flight did not leave until the next day, so he went with Peter to the train station to see him off. The Amtrak train for New York pulled out and Peter was gone. It happened that quickly. "What we had was only window dressing," Michael thought to himself. Trying to get his thoughts in order, he went into the station's snack bar for a second morning cup of coffee and sat at a small table ignoring the people around him... "Did you lose your best mate? You look a bit dumpy," said an attractive man with a British accent. Michael turned to him and said – "England?" "Australia". The man replied. My name is Cooper. "I'm Michael. I did, but I didn't, really loose someone. Please sit down" "Delighted" replied Cooper. "Is this your first time to Philadelphia," Michael asked. "Yes, it is. I am from Melbourne and I am utterly lost. I have been visiting American cities and learning about your fabulous country. I am fortunate however; I get to travel often in my business that covers a majority of expenses. I am doing research on US politics and hoping to complete a book on America's rise to prominence after defeating the British crown in the 1700's. That is what brought me to Philadelphia. You know, Ben Franklin, The Liberty Bell and all those good things." "Got it." Michael replied. "This is the right place to be for research, along with Boston. Actually, I am from California. I have been in Philadelphia with a friend, and I go home to LA tomorrow." It appeared that Cooper never heard a word he said to him. His eyes were transfixed on Michael and he liked what he was looking at. "Say Michael, do you have anything planned for later today?" asked Cooper. "Not really. I just saw a friend off for New York City. That's `bout it." "Have lunch with me." "What?" "Have lunch with me. I am alone in this big city for one more day and I would love to share some time with a friendly American. When you're only here for a couple of days, one has to speak up and move fast." Michael was surprised, he just met the man and he liked him. The Australian accent was enlightening to hear. Michael found the accent sexy along with everything else. "Okay, sure, but it's my treat." "No way Mate. I did the asking – remember?" "Jot your number on my phone, and I will ring you in an hour or so. We can figure out where to meet, since you know the city." "I don't know the city, I'm from Los Angeles." "We'll work something out. We can go where the tourist go, that is easy." Said Cooper Later mate." He added "Yeah, later." Replied Michael The Australian accent was cool. His clothes finely tailored and he was genuinely nice. Michael was not expecting anything sexual to happen. However, to be prepared he showered, and scrubbed every body part. He put on a pair of black pants with a white button-down shirt. He wanted to look clean cut and manly going to a restaurant. He stood in front of a full-length mirror to checked himself. He did not look sexy by a longshot. He looked like an altar boy; but it would have to do. This was only lunch he was not getting laid. Michael received a text message to meet Cooper on Chestnut Street, near Independence Hall in about an hour. It was perfect because his hotel was not far from Chestnut Street. As he approached the corner, Cooper was already there standing in the sunlight. He looked incredible without trying very hard. He was not sure how old he was but Michael figured around forty. Clothes clung to his hard body like bark on a pine tree. His pants were form fitting with a package between his legs. Michael was slightly nervous but wildly excited. He walked up to Cooper, with a boyish grin on his face. "Good-day Mr. California." Cooper said extending his hand. This was the first time they touched each other. It felt comforting and almost erotic; but many things felt erotic to Michael. "Hi there," – Michael replied. "There is a restaurant close to Independence Hall that looks perfect - how about there? It's mostly adults and no noisy kids, but you decide" "It sounds excellent. Can't take a bunch of ankle-biters running around when you're having lunch" ... Replied Cooper. Poking forks through Chicken Caesar salads, they chatted away about politics, world cities and the weather. It was summer in Philadelphia and winter in Australia. Michael loved hearing his `down under' accent and soaked in every word. Michael brushed his leg against Cooper and left it there. He was good at doing this and did not care for beginner's games. He put his hand on Cooper's lap under the table. "What can I lose," he thought. "I'll never see this dude again. It was magical when Cooper opened his thighs and took Michael's hand and placed it on his crotch, covering the swelling between his legs. Then he closed his legs letting Michael feel his junk. Michael could feel a semi stiff package right through his clothing. "What do you think?" – asked Cooper, "Are you up to doing a little work?" "I think we should get out of here." He replied putting down his fork and wiping a napkin across his mouth. "Me too – most definitely." Cooper replied Michael was already twitching and beginning to get hard. His hunger was no longer for chicken salad. He wanted Cooper and was willing to do most anything; it did not matter much to him. He was every bit a whore, when it came to men. He had just found a treasure map to a needy crotch. They left the restaurant and walked three blocks to Cooper's hotel. There, they took the elevator to the 14th floor. Michael could not keep his eyes off Cooper's butt, as he walked in front of him. This guy was solid packed with an ass that was pure eating material. Michael could feel his breathing increase just slightly. His dick firmed somewhat in his pants and his thoughts became temporarily blurred with fright. They stopped at room 1404. "I hope he's not dangerous." Michael thought, "At least I'll go happy." That nonsense faded quickly when the door closed behind them. Michael immediately, pressed Cooper against the wall and began touching his body. He rubbed his chest and slobbered over him like a desperate slut. His hand went immediately to the bulge in Cooper's pants. He wanted what he wanted. "Want it? Cooper asked. "You're a giddy little mate. Do you want daddy's cock?" he asked with his hand clutched around the bulge between his legs. "Jesus yes," "Of course you do." Said Cooper anxiously getting his pants off and trying to remove Michael's shirt at the same time. "Naked, California boy, I want you naked. Said Cooper sounding very experienced. Cooper got his pants off and stepped out of his underwear; his dick was hanging downward and becoming firm. "Get on your knees and give me a gobby." He said lowering Michael to the floor. "I'm not sure what `gobby' means, but I know what to do?" Michael mumbled. He laid Cooper across the bed and kneeled on the floor to service his Aussie mate. He rubbed his face up and down his cock sniffing and licking. He lifted his balls and licked under them tasting the faint flavor of Ivory soap. He sucked his nuts into his mouth first one then the other. Cooper pulled his head off his balls and put his mouth on to his cock. "My sexy mate needs a good feeding." What say you?" mumbled Cooper twisting his open thighs so Michael could get to him. "Are you going to empty daddy's balls?" asked Cooper. "Damn straight." was all he managed to say. Peter had shown him a few moves with his mouth that were erotic and he intended to use them. He sniffed and licked Cooper, nibbling on tuffs of crotch hair as he travelled over his body. He was delicious smelling and wanted what he could get his lips on, including the inside of his thighs and butt cheeks. Moving his face like a tracking dog, he sniffed and kissed every bit of flesh in his path. "Do me you little whore, put it in your mouth. Cooper demanded and started spewing degrading words at him. "I'll try." "Don't try, do it" – Cooper commanded. "I saw the hunger in your face, when you touched me under the table. You wanted my cock, so show daddy, what you can do with it" Michael travelled over Cooper's body that smelled sweet and moist. Michael slid his mouth over his dick and it disappeared between his lips. He cupped his balls with his hand holding a cargo he believed to be luscious. His nuts were bubbling away and Michael was there for the feeding. "This suck job is better than I thought it would be. I don't offend you with my words, - do I?" asked Cooper "I am just so freakin hot for your mouth." "Offend me? – no" "You have a great mouth; I want to face fuck you. Are you up to that?" Cooper asked "What do you say mate. Care to help an Aussie out?" "Sure" Declared Michael. "Get on the bed mate. Now lay your head over the edge, do not worry, I will support you. Cooper straddled Michael's head. Slowly he dropped his wet cock to the back of his mouth. He gagged a few times but relaxed and let Cooper have his way with him. It is not easy breathing with a dick penetrating ones throat. This was not quite, what Michael had in mind, but assumed it was the first step to a steamy afternoon of filth in the saddle. The sight of this powerful looking man naked and bent over his face was worth every bit of discomfort. He was determined to handle it well. Cooper was gentle but became carried away with the warmth of Michael's mouth. He was moving slowly up and down over Michael's face. It was incredible that he was able to take him without choking to death. Cooper began talking to him. "Got cha mate, my dick looks so hot between your lips. Are you daddy's whore?" Cooper asked. `Yeahhhh" was all Michael was able to mumble. "Are you feeling okay?" – Cooper asked for fear of hurting him. "A-huh", Michael mumbled once more. I'm okay" "Want me to stop?" "No – I can take it." Mumbled Michael between cock jabs and drooling spit. "Good, I want you to take it –You like having Aussie sex? Don't you mate?" Michael could not answer with cock dripping inside his mouth. It is time to eat. Cooper mumbled shooting warm vanilla cum in spurts of sticky wetness from his full-sized weapon cock. Cum flowed over Michael's tongue and down his throat like a landslide at Sky Mountain. Cooper's balls twitched and kept sending more cum in a feeding frenzy. He had not cum in the last two weeks and Michael was getting an Aussie version of a value meal. "Good boy, take daddy's cum and feed yourself. This is what you wanted," blurted out Cooper breathing faster than normal. He pulled back so Michael could relax; he did not want him to choke getting cum into his stomach. Finally, they leaned back on the bed. "Are you feeling all right", Cooper asked again. "I'm okay," he replied, gulping the last of it. Michael's tongue was coated white. "You must have brought that load all the way from Melbourne," said Michael kissing Cooper's dick. "You rammed the hell out of my throat. I may not sing in the choir for a week, but I'm okay." Said Michael trying to smile but not doing it so well. "You are amazing." "I'm astounded your mouth could handle me, I am pretty big in the cock station. I am sorry mate for the name-calling. You are not a whore. Actually you are magnificent" "I know," mumbled Michael "I'm married, and my wife could never do that in a million years. Yes, that was magnificent. I wish I had you back in Melbourne, but that in no way can happen" Michael was still as hard as a biscuit. Cooper began stroking him off with a firm Aussie hand. It did not take long for him to shoot onto his own stomach. Cooper had a touch of magic and looking friggin hot did not hurt either. "That's it, gooey out a good one." He said, and scooped it into his hand feeding it to Michael. He gingerly ate his own cum but was not too thrilled with the idea. Cooper kissed him, and then wiped his hand and Michael's stomach dry with a towel. They rested side by side for a few minutes and Michael could feel the warmth of Cooper's body pressed up against his back. Nothing more was happening; they were just lying there together. Moments later Cooper was dressed, shook hands with Michael, like a gentlemen and left. He said "thank you" which impressed Michael. In LA hook ups leave seldom saying anything except – "see ya' Michael expected some sucking, licking and fucking as he was used to doing in crazy California. He was hoping to fuck, yet it did not turn out that way. His throat was a little sore for a while, but the experience was worth it. "Oh my lord," he thought, "the things I do for lust." There isn't much left to say about that afternoon. It was earth shaking in a weird sort of way. Cooper left Philadelphia, the next morning continuing on to Boston as Michael suggested. He would never see him again. Michael went to the airport to catch his flight to LA, thinking about the Australian hook up and what, if anything, he would have done differently. The plain soared across the sky disappearing in a thicket of clouds. Michael rested back looking out the small window at the wonders of the universe and sighed. His flesh twitched thinking about the fourteenth floor with Cooper on top of him... **************************** jbalancier9@yahoo.com Thanks for reading the story; and "thank you" for whatever you can do to help support Nifty. Feedback apprecisted.