Date: Wed, 11 Feb 2015 16:37:04 -0500 From: Andrew Phillips Subject: A Golden Afternoon A Golden Afternoon This is a fictional homoerotic story with homosexual acts described. Don't read it if such things offend you. Otherwise enjoy! My name is Andrew (andrewphil69@gmail.com). People call me Drew. Please send me feedback and suggestions on how to make future stories to your liking. I aim to please. Check out my multipart tale: "He and I" in Adult Youth If you like this story or others like it, don't forget to make a contribution to those who help us get our rocks off by supplying us with homoerotica. Please go to http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html and contribute what you can. ====================================== The first thing I heard was the gentle thumping. Ke-bum, ke-bum, ke-bum,... Regular, comforting. I felt an enormous peacefulness. I opened one eye to see an enormous phallus, its slit only an inch from my right eye. Enormous only because of its proximity, for it was totally flaccid, resting in a nest of fine spun reddish gold. My head rested on his soft flat belly. A ray of afternoon sun from the window behind me lit his crotch in blazing glory. A flood of recent and terrific memories rushed in. I had met Cree (short for Christopher) the day before. We had both been in line to pay our debts to the phone company before they would disconnect us. A long line. a slow line. I noticed his well toned, tan body before me. His tight jeans hugged two of the most beautifully shaped buns I'd ever seen. And I was only inches away. When the next customer came up behind me, I used it as an excuse to bump into him. This not only offered a little contact, but also an excuse to talk to him. I apologized. He turned and, with a radiant smile, said it was OK. He quickly gave me the once over and a meaningful pause, which seemed to say he liked what he saw. What was there not to like? I worked out 3 to 4 times a week and I, too, had the narrow hips and tight buns to match his. We exchanged names and pleasantries about the weather, the phone company and the city, to which we were both newcomers. Finally he paid his bill. So did I. On emerging from the office, I found him waiting for me. "Doing anything for lunch?" he asked. Had I plans, I would have cancelled them all anyway. "Nope," I said. After ordering burgers, we discussed the Sox and their mixed season. We were sitting kitty corner and I felt his knee against my thigh. Inadvertent pressure became advertent. I slipped my bare foot from my Birkenstock and ran it over his bare ankle. Conversation continued above and contact below the table. A pause. We were both getting mighty turned on. "You come here often," I asked finally. "Only when I want to impress someone special," he answered boldly, with a smile. "I'm impressed." On the street, after lunch, he simply said, "Your place or mine?" (just before I would have). There was no question what we both had in mind. "Yours," I said, knowing the mess I left my apartment in. His two room apartment was in an old Victorian house with high ceilings and hard wood floors. Lots of sun. We were in each other's arms before the door had clicked shut. Our mouths met, our tongues intertwined, our chests and baskets ground together. I felt his lean muscled body yearning for oneness. This may have lasted a minute or so, and then we had to come up for air. "Wow! This could be one fucking great siesta, Cree" "You know it, amigo." he smiled as he stripped off his T-shirt. His nipples were erect, each on a magnificent chiseled pec. A scattering of reddish blond hair surrounded each. Otherwise his upper body was hairless, with the exception of dense, bushy underarm hair. "Let me help you," he said as he came up and unbuttoned the top button of my Oxford shirt. We were the about the same height. He gazed at me with hazel/green eyes as he proceeded down my chest. Instead of completing the job he slipped his hands inside my shirt and gently ran his long fingers over my chest, pinching each nipple. I rested my hands on his hips and once more pulled him to me and we kissed. I pushed him away and finished removing my shirt. I turned away and began unbuckling my belt, but Cree came up behind me, covering my hands with his, and said, "Not yet, not so fast." I could feel his cool, muscular chest on my back. I reached up, my hands running over his face, his ears and finally around the back of his hair. Meanwhile his hands roamed up my chest, lightly brushing my armpits. I pulled his head down, as I turned up and our mouths met once more in a passionate kiss. I realized Cree wanted to take his time and get to know me. Good idea, I wanted to know all about him and his delicious body. We plopped down on his leather couch, almost separately, though we still held hands, perhaps fearing separation. Our legs stretched in front of us. Clearly our jeans contained swollen flesh dying to be let out. But we chose to enjoy the momentary pleasure/pain of desire temporarily unsatisfied. We had the whole afternoon, after all! Cree was some specimen! In addition to his chiseled upper body, his flat, washboard abdomen promised new vistas to come. From his navel there led a narrow golden-red path of hair down to his low slung jeans. I could not resist leaning over and kissing his belly button, to which he responded, "Yeah, that's great." In turn, he looked me over. He saw a skinny body builder, with more chest hair than himself and a thin path of black hair from chest via navel to the very core of me. My eyes are sky blue with especially long eyelashes (someone once told me). I had a light tan and one day's growth of beard (lazy this morning, I guess). He smiled as if he liked what he saw. I surely liked what I saw. I also liked being an object of desire (lust?). Our cocks were straining for release. His was just peaking out from the top of his jeans, while mine had proceeded up my right hip. The tip of his penis had a clear drop of precum while mine was producing a damp circle on the denim. "Hey, let me help you out of there," he said as he leaned over and started unbuttoning my fly. I laid back as I felt his strong, long fingers brush over my Jockeys. He slipped his hands into the fly and grabbed my hardon at its base, his fingers surrounding my balls. God it felt good. I helped by slipping out of my jeans, while he continued the massage of my groin. Turning to him, I saw the head of his cock had fully emerged. It glistened, beckoning to me. I unbuttoned and unzipped him to discover he wore no underwear. "You always go out this way, Cree?" I asked. "Nope," he responded, "Only when I hope I'll meet a hot stud like you." He laughed, as I released his mighty, fully rigid pole. He, like me, was circumcised, and a full 8 inches was topped by a lovely mushroom cap. Mine was not only a bit smaller (7 1/2") but a bit narrower as well. But otherwise similar in venation, symmetry, and arc. He was completely naked, while I still had on my Jockeys. I stripped them off. Now we were both as God made us. Young, handsome, gay and horny. Hey, you really have a nice tan," he noted as he saw how white my buns were compared to the rest of me, and he gave them a pat. "I like that," I said, and grabbed his face with both my hands, drawing him to me for yet another deep and passionate kiss. Our chests rubbed together and I could feel his erect nipples. Our cocks became even more rigid and softly dueled. "Let me explore you. Lie down on your back." he instructed. I didn't know exactly what he had in mind, but I complied. He sat at my feet and asked me to close my eyes and relax. I felt his hands on my feet, and then lightly rubbing each calf. I tensed, and he reminded me to relax. Soon his strong hands were massaging my thighs. My cock was aching, arched over my flat stomach. It was screaming for relief. My left hand inched towards it, but Cree slapped it away. "None of that," he rebuked me. He got closer and closer but skipped my core and proceed to lightly rub my chest, my nipples, my armpits (he had me stretch my arms above my head), my arms. It was exquisite! Then I felt his lips on mine, his tongue with mine. By this time I was painfully horny. My whole body was beginning to arch, trying to make physical contact with this god. I opened my eyes to see him. He was at my side, so all my upward striving could never have met him. "Enough already" I pleaded, almost in tears. I took things in my own hands, quickly grabbing his naked body swinging it around, so that I was now sitting on his chest. I felt his penis behind me. He smiled up at me. He looked at the precum leaking from my cock. A long sticky thread of it dripped into his mouth. He licked his lips and grinned. Raising himself up on his elbows his lips enfolded my throbbing member. I felt the velvet smoothness of his mouth and the caress of his tongue on my cock; I thrust my pelvis forward. But before I had a chance to fully enjoy his sensual exploration, I came with such explosive violence and volume that Cree momentarily gagged. My creamy cum leaking from his mouth before he could swallow it all, oozing onto his pale, muscular chest. I was in ecstasy, the rapture of my orgasm permeating every corner of my being. Quickly I came out of my momentary reverie. "God, I'm sorry I came so fast. I couldnıt help myself," I apologized as I withdrew. "Hey, it's all right. It was great! But you gotta help clean this up," he said looking down at his chest. After a moment's hesitation, I leaned over and licked the globules of my semen off his chest. He moaned with pleasure, wrapping his arms about me. My limp member was now positioned just below his balls. Between us his cock was still fully swollen and rigid, asking for attention. I slid down, kissing his nipples and navel on my way to his mighty cock. Now it was my turn. I returned the favor he had done me moments earlier. I touched the tip of my tongue to the pearly droplet at the tip of his penis and then took as much of his cock into my mouth as I was able. I relished the musky male odor of his crotch as my nose buried itself in his pubic hair. I felt my cock begin to swell again. He began to thrust forward, briefly gagging me, and came before I could even try to deep throat him. I swallowed most of his delicious cum. "Sorry, I came so fast," he said, mimicking me. We both laughed. What a mess we were! Sticky love fluid mixed with our sweat. We lay back, exhausted, my head on his left shoulder. "Ever hear about the guy who asked his new lover whether he ever smoked after having sex?" Cree asked. "No," I went along. "The other guy said, 'I never looked.' " I looked down at our shrinking cocks. No smoke, but lots of recent pleasure. Abundant golden pubic hair surrounded his gorgeous cock and I leaned over and kissed it. He ran his hand through my hair. "God youıre one helluva a good lover and a stunningly handsome stud as well." I felt myself blush. I looked up at him, to see if he was putting me on. But he seemed sincere. His open, honest face and smile had truly won me over. We were both getting aroused again. "Letıs clean up," he quickly said as he jumped up and dashed for the bathroom. I followed. Tight quarters. Cree assured me we could both fit in the shower stall and considering our revived "conditions" I was only too willing to "squeeze in". He turned the water on full blast and we were both drenched with a warm shower. My back was to the shower and the water passed over my shoulder and beat down on his broad chest. I placed my hands flat on his chest, feeling an erect nipple under each palm. Our cocks had risen to full attention again, and I slipped one hand under his balls. He closed his eyes and gave himself to my ministrations. I cupped his balls, squeezing them and slipped my middle finger into him. He moaned. I was really turning him on. Meanwhile his hands had starting soaping up my hardon. He obviously wanted it somewhere else, for he turned his back to me and offered his cute, tight buns to me. As I placed my hands on his waist, he bent over a bit and presented an even more tempting target. All he said was "please". How could I refuse such a simple request. I lathered up my rigid cock and slipped it in effortlessly. He kept saying, "Yes, yes, yes." Both my hands had moved around his waist and found his engorged member, which I stroked in rhythm to match my own pelvic thrusts. The action lasted a good deal longer than earlier, the water beating down on our broad, muscled backs. My hands explored his belly and his chest, but always inevitably returned to the center of his pleasure. Faster and faster I drove myself into him, faster and faster until we experiences a stupendous simultaneous and vocal orgasm. Both our ecstatic shouts echoed. His cum splattered on the side of the stall, quickly washed away by the powerful shower. Mine filled his rectum, though some of it leaked out as I withdrew. He was laughing uncontrollably as he turned around to face me. This time he grabbed my face with both his hands and gave me a rough and passionate kiss. Our tongues fought playfully. Finally, we both emerged, dried off, and stretched out on his king size bed. We were bushed, and I must have drifted off. as I gently kissed his flat, well toned belly. And that is where I found myself on this cool, sunny afternoon. My eyes only inches from his limp member bathed in the warm sunlight. I could not resist gently blowing his pubic hair. My zephyr of a breeze moved the sparse golden hairs on his balls only slightly. Nothing more. But I felt they (or him) were aware for his cock very slowly started to enlarge. If I didn't move I'd get poked in the eye. What happened next will have to wait for another time, if ever. If you liked this story drop me a line at Andrewphil69@gmail.com