I went off of him to lay back down on the bed. He stared me in the eyes then suddenly kissed me deeply again. His lips made a trail down my stomach to my pants. Michael unzipped my pants with his teeth and slid them down around my knees. He took his shirt and his pants off revealing he was still wearing the nice and cute little thong from his show.
"Shit, you're sexy..." I said as I was amused by his body.
He smiled as he removed the small thong to reveal his huge gigantic dick. All I could do was glare. It was so long and thick and the pubic hair was completely shaved.
As I continued to look at it, he climbed on top of me and placed his dick in front of my face.
"You have to lick it..." he said with a deceitful smile from his face.
I looked at him baffled for a moment before I slowly flicked my tongue out across the head of his dick. Flicking my tongue across it a few more times before finally sucking it fully in my mouth. I had never been so aroused as I was taking that big dick down my throat. While I was sucking it, Michael suddenly pulled out and kissed me. He turned around so that we were in 69 position. I placed his dick back in my mouth as he began stroking me. His hands felt warm as he stroked my dick and squeezed my balls.
"Oh, mmmm!" was all I could utter as I engulfed his dick down my throat.
We licked and sucked each other
Then suddenly, we both ejaculated inside of each other's throats and mouths, releasing huge wads of love jizz. Michael's cum was so sweet with a slight salty taste.
Michael swallowed and spit some of the juice back onto my dick, worked it up and down with his warm hands as he raised up moving his beautiful lower half down near my very hard and erect dick that was still erect that time.
He hovered his ass over my dick for a few seconds, preparing himself. His back was facing me allowing me to have a great view of his ass. Then, he slid down slowly taking every inch of my dick inside of him. His hole was wet and tight as he eased his ass down on my dick taking it all the way to my balls.
"Ooh, shit...!" He uttered as he began to slowly bounce up and down. The pace was really good as I felt my balls fill up with another load of sweet creamy juice that was ready to spurt out.
Michael kept his pace slow at first until he felt his ass was ready enough for a groove. His hips began moving wildly as he rocked back and forth completely engulfing my dick. His breathing became more frequent and heavier with my breathing imitating his.
I thought of taking a little initiative as I pressed his nipples. A groan escaped his lips, as he braced his hands on my legs. His nails were clawed into my skin as he continued to thrust back and forth.
"Michael, damn, aah!!"
"Uhhhmmmmm....!"
The two of us were both feeling good as he changed his position. He climbed off me, his breathing still heavy and deep as he positioned himself on my dick again. He was now in cowboy position facing me as he rotated his hips in fast circles. He bit his lower lip trying to stop a groan. He looked so hot and sexy, and his dick wasn't looking too bad either. I wrapped my warm hand around it tightly, stroking it up and down and caused some cum to slip out.
"Ohhh! Fuck!" Michael said flashing me a satisfied smile before leaning down giving me a wild kiss.
"Micha.....!" I said as I felt I could no longer control myself.
Before I even figured out what I was doing I flipped him over onto the bed and pinned his arms against down.
Michael stared at me with a promiscuous expression as he wrapped his legs around my waist.
With courage, I pushed my ass deeply into his dick. I then released his arms and my hands made their way into his thick hair, I grabbed and tugged at it roughly.
Michael's hands ran through my short black-colored hair as we kissed, fighting each other's tongue.
"Sebastian!"
Michael yelled as he pushed his hips up against me. I felt his body was so warm.
I could tell he was ready to ejaculate as his ass muscles squeezed around my dick tightly and his breathing got more frequent and heavier.
I gave him my best thrust because I felt his body tense up and relax as he released all his delicious juice, the warmth of sperm leaked out from his hard rod sticking against us like sweet cream.
With that, I unwrapped his legs from around my waist and pulled out of him, I began stroking my dick over his beautifully carved abs until I finally exploded a huge load all over his stomach.
"Sebastian, clean me up," Michael said with a lustful smile as he laid on my bed, covered in all my creamy jizz that was mixed with his.
I then bent over and ran my tongue across every line on his stomach and licked up every drop of semen.
"That was so amusing!" Michael said as he pulled me up into a kiss. His hands caressed my face as we kissed wildly again.
We rested and hugged each other with a passionate touch, and laid there for a moment with silence and heavy breathing.
"I liked it. That was the best sex I have ever had in my entire life. Can we do it again?" I murmured into Michael's ear and he replied with a simple "Hmmm mmm". He wrapped me in his arms tightly.
Everything that happened was definitely unexpected. Well, I'm glad that Friday night was finally good to me.
--THE END—
A Painter's Secret Talent
Von was expecting to spend his week outside the cabin, with his fellow crews, when suddenly, he was assigned the task to supervise the renovation and re-painting of the ship's living room. He recalled how his father was a good businessman and his mother was so strict and wondered how they ended up both being with each other for many years. Then suddenly, he was struck by the fact that one of the painters named James, was so handsome and hot and attractive.
Then, it was because James was in quarrel with his brother that Von was able to discover his secret talent. Well, aside from painting, James was good at many things, especially when it comes to private matters. How did they end up discovering the intimate desires between them? Well, that is if none of them would resist.
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Deep inside he wished that he could have gone with his colleagues up to the cabin for the weekly party, but he was instructed to meet Harvey and James, there were the two painters his workmates hired to redo the dining area and the living room. Then, suddenly, his disappointment at being asked to stay and supervise the renovation quickly dissipated when he had laid his eyes on James.
Going to the family cabin and going back home had been his plan for several months, plus, it had been dashed by his mother’s penchant for decorating and he was baffled by how his father had put up with it for all those years, but then again, his father himself was also a puzzle to him, because even now, at 23, he still could not understand him.
Well, it wasn't like he was stupid or something like that, he actually did good in business, as such, he could be called as successful, especially if the house and everything they possess was any indication. Though his father never seemed to stand up for his mother, though not many ever did. Those foolish enough to try quickly learned how intimidating, she could be.
And, the way his father had stared at them that morning when they were about to leave, had asked if he was sure he would really like to leave, made him ask himself just what did his father could have known? His father had that instinct, like seeing beyond or getting into a person's head, but there should be no way he could know, not about that. Though, there was one thing that Von had learned a long time ago, it was how to deflect certain questions and how to conceal what he truly felt.
For Von, it was all about survival. All those forced endurance at camps for the elite of their society and all those private schools had really taught him a lot. He learned how to hide and how to present one thing while doing the exact opposite. During college years, that sense of self-protected had just been heightened, so there was no way, not a chance that his father could know about it, still. The way his father looked was eerie, though somehow, yes, Von felt like his father knew something.
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Von shrugged the thought of before opening the door for the two painters. Harvey was older than James and he was all business. Von thought that if there was one word that would describe Harvey, it would be focused. He was almost 21 and had a solid build and nicely curved body, but, the shaggy brown hair did not seem to match his appearance.
It was his focused trait that had impressed his mother, which, in the first place, was not very easy to do. She had given Harvey the job as she advised Von that he should also be a bit more focused, like Harvey appeared to be. Well, it was not said in private either, very her. He would rather begrudge her lessons and lectures at a time, but then he met James, Harvey's assistant.
James was not able to impress his mother, but he sure impressed Von. He was 19, he had some light brown hair, it could have been lighter due to his time in the sun. James' skin was more tanned than Harvey's and it was an even surprising fact for Von to learn that James was Harvey's younger brother. In a few ways, they looked the same and alike, though not in attitude.
While Harvey was frugal on using his words, James, on the other hand, was like a nonstop faucet of chatter. Well, not only was James friendlier and more personable, but he also had a nice body. His body would have been toned by his constant surfing activities and being out in the sun. It was just one of the few facts that had come out of James' mouth, a mouth that just seemed begging to be kissed. Well, that was how Von saw it.
Von's dismay of not being able to go to the cabin for the week was eased by knowing that he would see James. For him, to be able to take James in and watch him move around would be worth staying in town for. Of course, then too, Von had the wild idea of maybe doing a bit more than just watching.
He wasn't sure if it was a “gaydar” thing or maybe something else, but Von felt a connection with James, it was like as if they were both in the same frequency and wavelength. The way James would gaze at him when talking about a leisure activity, surfing, the time he had lost his shirt. How James' eyes had strayed down towards Von's crotch felt like it was not a coincidence. Those behaviors had to have been intentional, deliberate, just as his Von's own eyes had stared at the 19-year old's crotch while he talked about it. It seemed to get a bit of a rise in the shorts he wore when it came to the part where his fellow surfers teased him playfully.
Though Von knew it could just be a very active imagination of him, there was something about how James looked at him and talked to him. The way James seemed to not talk about the girls in the beach, never, actually, but he talked only about the guys who like his style or such. Well, Von could agree to that, as James was really sexy and hot. He had a very nice sun bleached light brown hair and locks that seemed naturally curly and giving him a bit of a girlish appearance.
But then, staring at him, there was nothing girlish about his build. For someone who is 19, he really had a nice built. Nice long legs that looked solid and strong, and those attributes were indicated by the way they filled out the jeans. The way he wore his shirt, always a tight fitting shirt seemed to emphasize he had a flat stomach and rather well-developed the chest. Well, it was not bad for a 19-year-old, or damn, a 21year old. The guy looked solid and strong, and his biceps were big though it was his face that made Von drool.
James had a nicely tanned skin, not infested by a pimple or even a sign of a blemish, like so many wore these days, ouch. His skin was smooth like a baby's bottom as some would say, though, he seemed to not care about what they'd say. If only Von could run his hand down the slide and feel his lips touch that perfect mouth, he would die a happy man that is if James would be his last fling on earth. All of those thoughts wandered through his mind, just by seeing James twice, and now, he would be with James, alone, for a week.
Now, the only remaining problem was, how would Von get James alone, to get him away from Harvey. Then, as well as to catch him with another guy around, that was too exciting. The thrill of having sex with James and of being caught was a real rush. It made for an interesting problem, and here they were, preparing for the upcoming work, but Von had no plan of attack yet.
Then, as Von had tried to think of some way to be alone with James, he started to pick up the unusual vibes between the two of them. He felt it while they were putting up a fancy furniture into the middle of the room, as he was arranging the protective plastic, he first noticed that not all was well among Harvey or James. The way Harvey seemed timid, not speaking too much and even a bit mad, while James seemed to be a bit more standoffish. It was like the two had some sort of fight or were still fighting, without really expressing it much.
It became more evident when they were done stacking the stuff and already had them covered, and James asked Harvey if there was some place for him to be able to change clothes. Harvey just stared at him and looked as if he was about to explode, but James just ignored it. Well, for Von, it was an opportunity that he seized as he suggested James to use his old room.
As Harvey was leaving to head upstairs, he was shaking his head and somehow glaring though he seemed like he had accepted defeat. At least, that was how Von had seen it, and looked like James was taking it that way. To say that it was strange was an understatement as they made their way up to Von's room, where he let James in and allowing the door behind him to close. He was really fascinated by how good James looked by wearing those jeans.
He was standing in the room, but he was also about to leave when James turned around, he was talking in an irritating manner, but his eyes now focused on Von, as he reached behind and shut the door firmly and heard it latch. It was a rather shocking move that got Von's heart pounding a little.
And before Von could even think of something to say, he was surprised to see that James was already stripping his shirt off. It was as if James had wanted him to stay and watch, the act only made Von's heart pounding more. Yeah, he was taken aback a little bit as he noticed James was undoing his pants as well, then unzipping them. It was that moment that he started to hear the words, the once yapping James was now talking about him, about how James was attracted to him, how he wished he didn't mind him being too straightforward because he didn't believe in wasting time beating around the bush.
Everything happened too fast and hurriedly that he wasn't sure if he was hearing him right and he was only able to manage a few stuttering half words that only got him a huge sexy smile. It was fantastic though it was like a nuclear bomb had just burst into the room, and then he found himself laughing and feeling totally relaxed though he could not understand what was really going on.
Then suddenly, the sound of metal clanking on the floor made him wake up, or at least, some out of his gaze. There he was, in his old room and there was James too, standing naked in front of him and his eyes were born into his and he felt like he was totally out of his league. His bronze-colored skin seemed to just glow as he stared at it, then, as his eyes roamed down, he saw the white jockey shorts and the bulge that was on it, it was very full.
James' hair on his thighs were almost white, bleached by the sun, but it was the bulge at the center that really caught his attention and made him blink many times to make sure it was real. Yes, indeed, it wasn't a dream and what he had just heard was correct and that James was not kidding when he said that he was straightforward. James was stripping off and expecting some hot actions, and it was beyond Von's own fantasies. Looking up at James, he saw the smile and the sparkle in the eyes, and unconsciously, he was also undoing his own pants and pushing them down his legs, as if his hands were acting and behaving with own brain.
And, as Von went over to pull his pants off his feet, James asked if he had any latex condoms. He glanced up and saw he had already taken the shorts off. In front of him was a huge dick that was fully erect. James had one hand slowly stroking it. The dick looked like it was a huge spear because of the way James was stroking it and aiming it at Von. He managed to speak and answer that he had some in the bed as he gulped in amusement.
James only smiled as he turned and walked over. He then
took the condoms and just grinned as he headed towards Von, he was still talking and kept on telling Von how he like men who didn't ask a lot of questions. James kept on stroking his dick that Von could not stop staring at it as he finished undressing himself. As he stood upright, he felt a bit awkward as realized his dick was not even close to the size of the snake being aimed at him.
Though he knew it wasn't as big as Joe's seemed to be, the low whistle made him feel rather proud. He also began to realize that he was about to be a “bottom” for a guy he really didn't know well and wasn't like him. Von rarely bottomed for anyone, except for guys who he knew well already. Though, looking at James, the way he held the condom in one hand, his dick in the other, he imagined that he was about to fucked thoroughly and be ridden like he had never experienced before. He felt enticed by the idea.
Then, things happened quickly. All that Von could do was to grin. He walked towards the bed and climbed on. He looked over his shoulder and saw James merely smiled. Von saw James' white teeth and the way his nostrils were flaring as he was checking Von out, especially his asshole. Well, Von had to admit it to himself that his ass was one of his body features. He then turned and lay on the bed and spread his legs apart. He grabbed a pillow and put his head to one side, he stuffed the pillow under his chest. Then, he felt the bed creak and saw a little as James climbed up behind him.
A tingling sensation was then caused by the first touch of James' hands to his back. Von's eyes flickered as he tried to stare back and James' hand moved along his back, then down his ass cheek, and then down his leg. Hell yeah, it felt so soft that it was giving him chills. The way his fingers were just barely touching his body and only brushed over his leg hairs and made them tingle, along with an ever nerve in his body.
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