Date: Wed, 16 Aug 2023 14:06:31 +0000
From: William Razeur <billy.razor@outlook.com>
Subject: Greg

GREG

It was Sunday morning.  I was standing near the door to our church
fellowship hall watching people arrive.  A nice looking man walked in and
was greeted by a woman who apparently had invited him.  He shook her hand
and immediately came toward me with his hand out.  "Hi, I'm Greg," he said.

I accepted his handshake and responded with, "I'm Billy."

Greg was about 50 years old, but he didn't look like a 50 year old.  He had
a trim build.  He was dressed in stylish, "worn-look" blue jeans, a cream
colored shirt with muted blue and red plaid stripes and a well-tailored
blue suit coat. His hair was dark with grey at the temples and across the
front and curly in the back.  He had a friendly smile with straight, white
teeth and kissable lips. And, beautiful, deep blue eyes.

As he proceeded to meet other people, I couldn't help but follow him with
my eyes.  He was handsome.

I'm Billy.  I'm 28 years old. I was a college gymnast and I have kept my
gymnastic trained body in good shape.  I have short-cut, dark blond hair,
blue eyes, a smooth body with well-developed pecs, a flat stomach and firm
bubble butt.

After awhile, I proceeded toward the church sanctuary for morning worship
service.  I went and sat in my usual place on the aisle, a few rows from
the front. Some minutes later, Greg and his lady friend came in and sat on
the second row on the far left side on the sanctuary.  (I should mention
that his "lady friend" was considerably older than Greg so there was no
thought of them being in a relationship.)

Throughout the service, I could watch handsome Greg as he stood for when we
sang hymns. I couldn't see what kind of butt he had since his well-tailored
suit coat covered it, but I kept looking, just in case.

At the end of the service, I always leave through a side door at the front
of the sanctuary.  As I headed that direction, I met Greg who was moving to
exit through the main doors at the back of the sanctuary.  Our eyes met,
and he said, "Hey, would you like to have lunch with me?  I don't like to
eat alone."

I was definitely, pleasantly surprised. I mean, you are a stranger. I don't
know you. Why would you invite me to lunch when we just met? But, you are
very attractive so I replied, "Thank you, I would enjoy having lunch with
you." I wasn't going to miss the opportunity to find out more about someone
I definitely found attractive.

Greg put his hand on my shoulder and I turned and accompanied him toward
the back of the sanctuary to the front doors of the church.  Greg stayed in
the usual line to compliment the pastor on the sermon.  I stayed off to the
side and waited.  When he had completed his meet and greet with the pastor,
I re-joined him as he guided me to his car in the parking lot, a
late-model, blue Mercedes.

I went to the passenger side while he unlocked the car on the driver's side
and motioned me in.  I settled into the comfortable, black, leather
passenger seat while Greg started the car, turned on the AC and turned off
the radio.  He gave me a quick smile and I smiled back at him.

Greg drove out of the parking lot and onto the street.  He didn't ask where
I wanted to eat, or tell me where we were going to eat.  I didn't ask.  I
was just happy to be where I could continue being in awe of his
handsomeness.

He didn't drive in the direction of our local restaurants.  Instead we were
going through residential neighborhoods into the country club area where he
eventually pulled into the long, winding, tree-lined driveway of a
beautiful, large, modern home.

"I hope you don't mind," he said, flashing his warm, friendly smile at
me. "I wanted to show you my home."

"Not at all," I replied, not sure where this was going, but so far, happy
to still be in his company.

We both exited the Mercedes. I followed him to the front door which he
unlocked and motioned me inside.

The interior of the house was beautiful.  We entered a large foyer which
opened onto a large, well-furnished living room.  Greg motioned me into the
living room as he said, "make yourself comfortable.  I will be right back."
He exited the living room while I tried to be comfortable in a strange
house with a strange man, not knowing what to expect.  I thought we were
going to lunch.

I looked around the room.  It was well decorated with original art works on
the walls. there were two large, light gray, comfortable-looking couches
with two matching, over-stuffed armchairs. I eventually settled myself onto
one of the couches.

I was admiring a large portrait of a handsome, well-dressed man which hung
high on a wall to my left, when I heard Greg say, "I hope you are
comfortable."

I turned to my right to find Greg standing in front of me, naked. He had a
beautiful body, what I could see, because what I could not help but see was
his hard dick which was right in my face.

His dick was seven inches of well-veined, thick, circumcised man-meat with
a bulbous, purple-red head and a piss hole with a drop of piss or pre-cum
suspended in it. I opened my mouth in awe which gave Greg the opportunity
to slip the cockhead inside.

I was shocked! Yeah, I thought the guy was good-looking, and I would
probably have wanted to go to bed with him, but this was unbelievable! I
really didn't have time to think about it, since Greg placed both hands on
the back of my head and slid his hard, thick cock balls-deep in my open
mouth. His soft, dark pubes were pressed against my lips and nose. My
tongue automatically massaged the underside of the cock and I felt his
hairy, low-hanging balls rubbing across my chin.

"I wanted you from the first second I saw you when I first walked into the
church, "Greg said.

I was flattered, and I think I felt the same way, but there was no way I
could reply with his hard cock stuffed as deep in my throat as it would go.

I think Greg suspected that I needed to breathe so he backed his cock out
of my throat, but not out of my mouth.  I quickly inhaled much needed
oxygen before he proceeded to deep-throat me.  This guy knew how to fuck a
mouth.  Fortunately for him, I knew how to take a big cock down my throat.

Greg pushed me back so my head was against the back of the couch.  I placed
my hands on his firm butt cheeks and could feel them flex as he plowed his
manhood into my face. I ran my tongue over his cock as it moved back and
forth between my lips.  Greg had a good rhythm as he fucked my face, his
balls slapping against my chin.

My own six inch dick was hard inside my suit pants, leaking precum.  I was
still fully dressed for church.  Greg was completely naked.

Greg must have face-fucked me for five minutes before he forced his hips
against my face, pushing my head against the back of the couch I thought he
was getting ready to cum.  He held me that way for a few seconds before his
pulled his swollen, saliva-dripping cock out of my mouth.

Just as quickly, he flipped me over so that my upper body was over the back
of the couch and my firm, bubble-butt ass was in the air.  Yes! I love
being fucked and now he's going to fuck me.

Greg quickly shoved my shirt and suit coat forward to my shoulders. He then
reached around me and undid my belt buckle.  He unbuttoned and unzipped my
pants and pulled them down to my knees, exposing my firm bubble butt.

Greg was standing on the couch with his feet on both sides of my lower
legs. I could feel the bulbous head of his cock pushing against my
sphincter.  I tried to take a deep breath, relax my ass and push open for
him. But before I could, Greg shoved his hard, thick, cut cock inside me in
one violent thrust.  He was balls deep inside me again, but this time from
the other end.  My ass muscles tried to expel the painful invader but all
of his weight was on top of me. I screamed in pain, but there was no one
but Greg and I to hear.

Greg held all of his weight on top of me until my ass had relaxed around
his painful intruder.  My ass felt full and I liked the feeling of
fullness.  I liked the feel of his hard, thick cock inside me.  I had
recovered from the initial stab of his painful entry.  Now I wanted to feel
Greg's manhood moving inside me.  I wanted to feel him shoot his manseed in
my hot ass chute.  I wanted to enjoy this handsome stranger riding my firm
bubble butt.

I squeezed Greg's cock with my ass muscles, signaling him to proceed.  Greg
understood my signal.  He lifted his body weight off of me. He slid his
hard, throbbing cock back until only the bulbous head was inside me.  Then
he proceeded to fuck me.  He fucked me hard.  He rammed his hairy groin
against my bubble butt cheeks, slamming his cock as deep inside me as the
length of his cock allowed. Then he would withdraw until only the cock head
was still inside me and shove forward again. I wanted more, but he gave me
all he could, as hard as he could.

Greg fucked me hard for several minutes.  I own dick was leaking pre-cum
all over the back of his couch. My ass was sore, but It was a pleasurable
sore.  I was enjoying this fuck.  I had never been fucked this hard for
this long and I wanted more.

Greg collapsed his body weight on top me again.  He was resting.

"Do you like this?", he asked.

"I do," I repled.

"Good," he said, "I'm enjoying it too."

I squeezed his hard cock with my ass muscles.  He got the message.  He
lifted his weight off of me and began to fuck me again.

This time, Greg was not so rough.  He was enjoying the pleasurable feeling
i was giving him with my ass.  I think at first he thought he was forcing
himself on me, but when he saw that I was a willing participant, he relaxed
to enjoy the fuck.

He fucked me pleasurably for several minutes again.  Then he began to pick
up his pace.  I could tell he was getting ready to orgasm.  I moved my hips
to meet his.  I rotated my hips so his cock touched every nerve in my ass,
and my ass touched every nerve in his cock.  This was one of the best fucks
I have ever experienced.

Greg lunged forward forcing his cock as deep inside me as it would go.  His
hairy balls slapped against my firm, bubble butt.  His long, thick cock
throbbed. I could feel his cumload shooting inside me.  Greg lunged against
me again.  More of his manseed exploded into my hungry ass.  Another hard
lunge as he pumped warm cum inside me. He made a couple more thrusts with
his hips as he drained his balls into my man cunt.

My own hard dick began to shoot cum onto the expensive, gray fabric of his
couch.  With every thrust of Greg's cock, my dick shot my sweet, milky
seed.  It was as if his cum was going out of his dick, through my ass and
exploding out of my dick. My balls ached they pumped so much cum.

He collapsed onto my back, breathing heavily.  I squeezed his softening
cock with my ass muscles, milking any remaining Greg-cream from his cock.

He eventually raised himself off of me.  He grasped my bare hips and pulled
me up from the back of the couch.  My suit pants were around my knees.  My
shirt and suit jacket fell back down over my hips.  I looked him in his
beautiful, blue eyes.  He just smiled and leaned down to pull up my pants.

I adjusted my pants, tucked in my shirt, zipped and buttoned them up and
buckled my belt.  I probably looked like and I had slept in my suit, which
I sort of did.

Greg was standing in front of me, still naked, with cum on the shaft and
head of his soft cock.  I wanted to lean down and clean him up with my
mouth but, somehow, it didn't seem appropriate.

"I enjoyed that," said Greg. "I'm glad we got together."

"I enjoyed it too," I replied, still looking into his blue eyes, hoping
there was more.  I still had not experienced his kissable lips, or lunch.

"Let me get dressed so I can take you wherever you need to go", he said.

"Thanks, I just need to get my car at the church," I responded.

Greg left the room.  I watched his firm ass and broad back as he walked
away from me.

After a few minutes he returned in the same clothes he wore earlier minus
the jacket. He motioned toward the front door and I led the way.  He locked
the door and we got into the Mercedes and he drove me back to the church
where my car was parked.

"Nice meeting you," Greg said as I got out of his car.

"Yes, the pleasure was mine." I replied.

Greg didn't reply.  I closed his car door and he drove off.

There was no hint of any future get together between us.  No "See you
later."  Just a memory of a very pleasurable experience and a very sore ass
as a result.  And, no lunch.

A few days later, I saw in the newspaper where Greg was running for mayor.
There was photo of him, his wife and collage-age son. I wonder how he
explained the large cum stain and the back of couch?


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