Jeff stood up and asked Mark “can you penetrate me?” and Mark was shocked with the question.
Mark was hesitant at first but because he was so aroused he would do anything just to release the heat he was feeling. Jeff undressed himself in front of Mark.
Mark watched as Jeff's dick was exposed.
“You really desire doing this huh?” asked Mark.
“Definitely” replied Jeff as he bended over and positioned his ass near Mark's dick. Jeff held his knees to support his position.
“Make it smooth, gentle and easy okay?” Jeff pleaded Mark.
Mark started rubbing his cock against the tight hole of Jeff and began pushing forward. Mark held Jeff's hips and applied a force, his cock slowly penetrated Jeff. He then pushed a little stronger sending his whole dick inside Jeff's warm hole.
A low, moan from his throat was all Jeff could respond with as he pushed his ass against Mark's dick, helping it to enter fully.
“Ohhhh fuck you!” Mark uttered as he felt his dick being squeezed inside the slippery and warm anus of Jeff. He pulled it out and slowly inserted it again. Until he managed to make Jeff's hole smoother. Mark started to thrust back and forth, the sound of his hips bumping against Jeff was very audible. Making both of them even more aroused. His thrusts were slow at the beginning but they were all deep. The pace became faster and faster until he was already slamming Jeff, causing the latter to move back and forth along while bended and holding on his knees.
“Motherfuck...” Mark uttered as he began pushing faster and deeper, giving Jeff a steady rocking motion.
Mark leaned towards Jeff's body and continued his inward and outward motion through Jeff.
He then grabbed Jeff's cock underneath him. The dick was hard and wet. Mark started masturbating Jeff.
Jeff felt good with what Mark was doing that he pushed his hips forward to fuck Mark's fists and pushed it back allowing Mark's dick penetrate inside him.
“Ooooh, that feels good...go ahead...fuck your dick through my hand.” Mark urged Jeff as he let him do his backward and forward thrusts.
Jeff's cock became even more swollen and Mark felt it. Jeff was cumming, dropping his juice into the ground. Each flex in his cock would be accompanied buy a forward thrust and shooting of cum. Jeff continued the rocking motions until Mark felt he was also about to cum.
Mark wanted to make the scene longer but he could not control his muscles, he became stiff and filled Jeff's ass with a lot of juice. Thick and warm.
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They rested for awhile, very tired and not knowing what to do. They were lucky no one had seen them into the woods. They were both naked and Jeff was laying on Mark's legs. It was their first “fuck”. Their clothes scattered around them and the two did not care.
“I think we should now go” Mark said as he watched Jeff's hand touch his chest and stopped at his left nipple. Jeff pinched it slightly till it became hard. Mark considered another “round of sex” when he felt he was aroused again.
“Are you going to stay here Mark?” Jeff jokingly said while smiling, as Mark was still leaning towards the tree, naked.
“Nope” Mark stood up too, retrieved his clothes and worn them.
“Do you want us to go our house? My Mom and Dad are out for a business trip.” Jeff asked trying to seduce Mark again.
“I'd love that.” Mark smiled as he placed his arm over Jeff.
--THE END--
Approached by a Stranger
Kian had been traveling for almost 12 hours when he finally reached his destination, the town called Victoria. He took his luggage in and signed all required credit card receipts before heading to his hotel room. There, he noticed he had an almost complete set of appliances that would enable him to do what he usually did when at home. But then he thought that he had a lot of time for his appointment so he could still walk around the place to get acquainted with it.
He bought a pack of cigarette and started smoking. Right there, he was approached by a stranger, well, a handsome guy walking along the street smiled at him, which he reciprocated. Little did he know, his visit to the place would then be memorable.
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He signed the credit card receipt and took the key from the middle aged girl receptionist behind the desk, then he sighed because he felt exhaustion all throughout his body. Perhaps sitting in airports and traveling on planes since 4 am was not a thrilling experience, though he still felt a little excitement at having finally reached the place.
Kian was a seasoned traveler, though it was starting to wear on him a bit. After all, he was no longer a teenager, and the thought of turning 58 in another 3 months was a bit exhausting to think. Luckily, he didn't look his age, and of course, he sure as hell didn't feel like an old man. Still, it was beginning to tell a little as he lifted the one large suitcase onto the luggage rack near the queen sized bed in the room. So far, everything about the place looked as he had been told. It wasn't a big place, though it would do for his needs.
He noticed that the bed looked comfortable, then, as he looked to the far end, he saw the sink, stove and fridge that at least would solve his food needs. But somehow he didn't think he'd be doing much cooking in the room. Still, it was nice to have as he turned towards the door. The small little table and room chairs made him smile as it was right next to the window that overlooked Beacon Hill Park. Somehow he just knew that he'd enjoy staring out that window as he slowly unpacked his bag and the fatigue from traveling all day seemed to vanish a bit.
Customs had been a breeze and he felt at ease as he gathered up his toothpaste and assorted toiletries to take to the small bathroom. He smiled at the two boxes of condoms and decided he'd keep those handy by the bed and he began to whistle a little as he got into a happy mood, knowing he had finally arrived.
There had been times in the morning, waiting in line to clear security that he wondered if this would all be worth it, especially when the snotty security guard insisted he take off his shoes. Man, what a bore it was these days, but that was part of the price of having Bush for President and wars all over. He sighed at the thought that he'd have to head back to Atlanta in two weeks, but his eye caught the lush trees across the street and he soon forgot about Politics, Voting, and all the other day to day stuff. He was here to have fun and damn it, he was going to make the most of his time in a foreign country where the boys were hot, the air fresh, and the people friendly. Or so he hoped.
The trip to Victoria had been boring. No sexy men to stare at, and the stewards on the flight had to be at least 50 if a day. The stewardesses were nice enough, but clearly, he wasn't interested in that. He had hoped there would something cute to help pass the long trip by, but not this time around. Last trip he had managed to have one sexy young blonde sit next to him and one thing had led to another and Kian finally became a full-fledged member of the Mile High Club. Too bad he couldn't repeat that initiation this trip, but then, maybe on the way back.
He didn't think he was a sex maniac, but he certainly did enjoy the taste of flesh and yes, he was selective and maybe that too was part of the problem. He liked his diversions to be youngish looking, not overly beefy and while he preferred that they were shaven, he at least insisted that they were of an age to need shaving. So many stories of men chasing kids really made him angry. He had the opportunity before, but he didn't cross those lines. For him it wasn't right, something he referred to as ethics and values.
Too bad others like Mark Foley didn't have the same ethics. Yet too, it was all that Bush crowd that harped on it and yet here they were, screwing around with 16-year-olds because they could. He didn't understand it either, how they kept muttering about traditional values but fucked kids up. Like what kind of stupid code of ethics was that he thought?
Shaking his head, he sat down on the bed and reached for one of his cigars. He wasn't about to get himself all in knots worrying about politics back home when he was here. Though he was certain his friends Bryan and Joey might bring it up, in pa
ssing, he has been here to just unwind, to relax and to not let the crap from back home ruin his time or his plans.
Grabbing his lighter and small pullover, he went outside to sit down and have a small smoke before calling Bryan to let him know he had arrived and would see him tomorrow. He lit the cigar and looked out, at the park that lay across the street. The black wrought iron fence was nice and he puffed thinking that this was a great little motel. He had the end suite and was close to downtown if he wanted to go exploring. He wasn't sure if he would ride off, but tonight he thought he'd just maybe walk down the block to a coffee shop and have a small nibble before retiring for the night. After all, he had time to spare and it had been a long trip.
As he sat he noticed a dark shape slowly walking along the street, and he peered out into the growing darkness as the thin shaped figure approached. From a distance, he looked rather interesting and he took another puff. As he did, he saw the hooded head turn towards him. It was like the lit cigar-end had somehow betrayed his presence, but Kian wasn't all too worried. After all, this was Victoria and not a city in the States. Or so he had hoped given the latest round of gay bashing that was making the news back in his country.
The figure came closer and Kian could notice some details. There was a tuft of brown hair sticking out from under the hood top and the face was angular. The figure looked to be about 140 to 150 pounds, but hard to tell with the pullover and darkness. Still, he did look interesting and he licked his lips as he just gazed discreetly. After all, no sense in tempting the fates just in case Bryan's description of Canada and Victoria weren't right.
The approaching pedestrian didn't look that old either, but it was way too hard to tell. Kian just sat there, puffing as the walking figure got closer to where he sat. The fence was a good barrier in case he needed one and the door to his room was just ajar in case he needed to make a quick retreat. He knew they used 911 as well, so all in all he wasn't perturbed when the figure stopped and looked over at him.
Kian could see his face now and felt a bit of a lump in his throat because the eyes were glistening orbs that just seemed to sparkle in the twilight. The color was hard to make out, but he could see them twinkle a bit and they looked friendly too. He had a way of knowing and became totally relaxed as the stranger nodded at him and remarked how it was a nice night now that the clouds had moved on.
Well, no way was he going to pass that up as he smiled back, seeing the interest the youth was showing. Years of experience made Kian realize that the person he was talking to wasn't all that old. At best he would be maybe twenty but in his mind, Kian was fairly certain that he couldn't be more than 18 or 19 which was okay. It was on the line for him, but close enough. He liked the boys looks too, though in all honesty the guy was a bit dingy.
Striking up a conversation the stranger noticed his accent. Now Kian didn't think he had one, but this kid picked up on it and asked where he was from. Naturally the mention of him coming from the States sparked some interest and to his surprise, the kid asked him what the heck was going on in the States with Bush and the War. It actually blew him away to think that here he was, in another country and they seemed to know a fair amount of US politics and events.
Course he shouldn't be surprised, as in all his travels he had come to the realization that many countries seemed to take a keener interest in foreign affairs than his own fellow Americans did. Strange but after all his time being a teacher, he was amazed at how little his own people knew about themselves than strangers did.
Naturally, he passed it off and steered the conversation towards less dangerous topics. He was a bit surprised when the figure accepted his quick offer to join him. He quickly got up and pulled over the chair from next door to let the stranger join him. The boy introduced himself as Alexis and they shook hands.
As they did Kian felt the shiver run down his spine as his hands touched the cold flesh of Alexis's hand. It was a bit unnerving because he certainly didn't expect to meet someone this fast. Hell, he wasn't even sure he'd meet any though he had hoped. Seems they were well founded too, as the boy was quite at ease in talking with this older stranger with the funny accent. Least that was sort of how he had put it.
Alexis had thought at first that Kian was from the East Coast provinces, but after a quick correction was amused at how Kian didn't think he had an accent. Alexis's laugh and smile were something to behold. Kian hoped he'd see more of that as they talked about the weather. Kian turned the conversation around to food, asking about any good restaurants nearby as his tummy rumbled a bit. Alexis had picked up on the noise, but had been very polite in appearing to not notice. One more mark in his favor Kian thought as he pursued his desire to know more about this pedestrian youth.
Turned out that Alexis was just 19 and with the hood down off his face, Kian wasn't all that sure if maybe he wasn't a bit younger. Still, if he said he was 19 and all, what was the harm in having a bit of fun? The worst case case was he might find a good restaurant and even manage to have some company with dinner. Best case was that maybe his vacation would start out with a real bang. He could hear Bryan now, calling him a trollop or such. But hell, it wasn't like he was a Saint, yet.
Alexis was impressed when Kian invited him to join him for something to eat, but was more impressed when Kian suggested they walk to the agreed upon the restaurant. With a wicked grin, Alexis had remarked that he didn't think the Americans did anything but drive even if they were going a block or two. Kian had to hold back because Alexis was right. Most of his fellow countrymen did drive everywhere and when he was at home, well he did too. Yet here he was, willing to walk a few blocks with a perfect stranger without a thought of calling for a taxi or anything.
Had to be the air, he thought as he leaned into the room and grabbed his parka and then closed the motel room door with a soft thud. He checked to make sure it was locked which seemed to also bring another of those damn sexy grins from Alexis. Somehow Kian knew that tonight wouldn't end with him just paying the restaurant bill.
Grinning back they headed up the street to walk the two blocks and he felt the chill in the air, but all thoughts of retiring for the night had vanished. Kian felt refreshed already as they talked and enjoyed breathing in the fall air. It had obviously rained earlier and it wasn't a warm night, but Kian felt very comfortable. He also could feel the excitement as they entered the restaurant, and as Alexis passed under his arm. The closeness of the youth was invigorating in itself.
The waitress didn't seem phased either as the youth sat down next to him. Strange, he thought, because back home, he'd get looks if he sat down at a table with a younger kid next to him. Maybe Bryan was right, things were more laid back here or just less uptight.
Dinner had passed in a blur for him as he really enjoyed just listening to Alexis's soft voice. The occasional 'eh' made him grin. Kian thought Alexis liked him grinning as there were a few extra "eh" thrown in that simply didn't fit. Still, if it made Alexis smile, he didn't care. He just enjoyed the freshness and innocence of the guy and without even realizing it, a quick bite to eat had turned into a couple of hours of idle chatter and discussion.
Strange, he thought because back home everyone was always in a hurry. Yet Alexis seemed in no way rushing and Kian began to wonder if maybe he had read the guy wrong. Was he just a street kid looking for a free meal or was there more to him? Did he even suspect that Kian was hoping for a different dessert to go along with the apple pie Alexis had ordered? Somehow he thought Alexis knew, yet still wasn't in a rush. Now that intrigued him as they sat there, drinking a cup of coffee for Alexis and a glass of skim milk for himself.
Naturally, he endured the tentative joking about that from Alexis. Still, it was rather fun to be kidded about being old, and yet when he asked Alexis how old he thought Kian was, it was rather satisfying to hear him reflect that Kian was maybe in his forties. Now that certainly felt good and it took a few minutes for Alexis to believe that he was 60. It wasn't just that he seemed incredulous that K
ian was indeed 60, but it showed that it didn't seem to matter.
Again, it was odd for him to realize that someone like Alexis didn't care about his age, that he actually seemed to enjoy his company. Alexis didn't seem to be in any rush either and it made for a very enjoyable dinner. With the end of the meal, it just seemed natural that they'd walk back to the motel room, together and Kian didn't seem to need any words to have Alexis walk by his side.
They talked and enjoyed the company of each other and as they came to the motel room, Alexis didn't back off. He waited for Kian to open the door and with that smile of his, entered the room. It was almost as if they could sense each other's desire and the way the guy looked as he sat down on the bed, bouncing a bit on it like a normal teenager, brought another smile to Kian's face.
Kian couldn't recall when he had last smiled so often in the course of one night. It felt good and he was totally relaxed as he stared at the young man. The jackets were off in no time it seemed and for maybe the first time he realized how thin Alexis was. He didn't mind thin, but there was no mistaking that Alexis spent time on the streets. He wondered why anyone would let someone with such a vibrant personality and good looks be homeless, but he didn't pry.
The silence grew a bit awkward as Alexis stared around the room, unsure how to bring it up. Kian could tell and he himself wasn't sure either. Somehow, though, it seemed like they weren't through for the night and finally Alexis with his head lowered, asked if he could borrow Kian's shower. He spoke softer than his normal voice and kept his head down, almost as if he was embarrassed as he made his request.
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