Thursday, November 5, 2009

The List

He’s watching the cars go through the car wash. Tall. Handsome in a beaten down way. Ill-fitting t-shirt. Shorts too baggy. Flip-flops. Probably was athletic in his day. Now, probably pushups and situps before work. Maybe an occasional run.

He holds a list in his hand. Stuffs it in his pocket. Pulls it out again. Was whipped ten years ago. Almost broken down today.

The list is out again. I stand next to him. Watching the cars move slowly through. “Honey Do List?” I keep my eyes on the cars. I can see him out of the corner of my eye. He looks over.

“Yeah, how’d you…?” Still staring straight ahead, I pull my list out and wave it.


Saturday mornings. I meet some buddies and run for a few hours. Sometimes it’s a hand-job. Sometimes we fuck. Maybe we’ll meet some kid who’s up for a good time. We always have a good time. Today, I stayed in for a blow job.

Boyfriend wakes me nibbling on my chest. Props up on his hands and knees. Moves to my mouth. We make out. Long, slow kisses. My phone buzzes. Text from my buds. Boyfriend works his way down. Fuck running.

We sixty-nine for a while. He can take my whole cock down his throat. Slow and smooth it slides down. No gag. No choke. Like it was made for it. His cock falls out of my mouth as I lean back and moan.

I give his ass a hard smack. His cock throbs in my mouth. I taste precum. His hairy ass tightens under my grip. Fingers move to his hole. His cock gets harder. Boyfriend backs his hole into my fingers. I’m gonna fuck that hard.

We’ve done this before. Making it last as long as possible. I lift my head to take in more of his cock. Boyfriend’s balls rest on my eyes. They feel nice. Cool. Smooth. Drop down. His cock slips out of my mouth and smacks against his furry stomach.

Grabbing his hips, I pull boyfriend back. He’s now sitting on my face. Squatting over it. Asshole presented to my anxious tongue. The assault begins. I chew. I lick. I kiss. French. Poke. Prod. His asshole is defenseless against the battering of my tongue and fingers.

Boyfriend rests his hands on my hips for balance. If I were casually tossing his salad, he’d play with my dick. He’s barely coherent. People have called me many things, but bad at eating ass is not one of them.

He quivers. He shakes.. I know where this is going. He won’t last. I can’t stop. Both hands on his cheeks I pull back harder. My mouth is practically suctioned onto his hole and my tongue furiously teases and fucks his hairy hole. His muscular legs prevent me from hearing much, when he starts to unload, I’m sure the neighbors can hear. I feel the splash of seed across my stomach as his cock releases his load. This makes my tongue push in harder. It’s a big load. I can feel his jizz dripping down my side and by my balls.

Boyfriend moves off. I look down. Nut is everywhere. He smiles. “Gusher.” I nod. He gets up. Grabs a towel. I start to wipe up. Phone rings. Yoga instructor is sick, can he fill in? Right now.

He runs out the door promising to make it up to me. Minute later he comes running back in and up the stairs. I knew he wouldn’t leave me hanging.

He hands me The List.


I stand watching the cars being washed, waving the list. I turn and smile. Beautiful brown eyes. Buzzed hair. Receding hairline. Handsome. A bit sad looking. Chat about our kids. Saturdays. Suburban nightmare shit. He’s cute when he smiles. His name is Todd.

Boyfriend’s BMW moves through. “Yours…?” I nod. Won’t be the last lie I tell today. Boyfriend loves that car. I like how it gets me laid.

Ginormous SUV right behind. “Yours…?” He nods. Almost ashamed. I ask about handling. Power. I don’t mock. Never mock a man’s wheels.

“Ever drive one?” I shake my head. Another lie. Grew up around trucks and SUVs before they were called SUVs. Grandparents had Broncos and Suburbans on the ranch for years. Spent one summer trying to put back together the Bronco I rolled

“Can I take it for a spin?” Beemer is being detailed. Two hours easy. I need to kill some time. Fifteen minutes later we’re driving around. We chat. The most important fact: wife and kids are down south at a soccer tournament. He’ll make it down in the afternoon. Right now he’s free.

Todd asks about the wife. Divorced, I say.

“Girlfriend then…?”

“Sort of…” He nods. Todd gets it. Stop light. I sit back. My running shorts leave little to the imagination on most days. My cock is hard. Pointing left and peaking out the waistband.

I turn and look Todd in the eyes, “Where are we going?”

We pull into his driveway. Typical upper middle class tract home. From the looks he’s already checked off ‘mow the lawn.’

Standing in the entry he turns around three times. The boy is nervous. I tell him to stop. We don’t have to do anything he doesn’t want to do. I kiss him.

Floodgates open. Todd pulls me close and we make out like animals. Bumping into furniture. Spinning about. He’s an amazing kisser. My lips are a still a little whipped from this morning. I push him down to his knees. He starts pulling down my shorts.

“Um… shouldn’t we go to the bedroom…? Poor guy. She’s trained him to only fuck in the bedroom.

I look down and tussle his hair. I pull his head forward.

Todd gives amazing head. Light nibbling. Lots of sucking. Uses his hands. Plays with my balls. Fingers my hole. I love married guys. They don’t fuck around often, when they do… they do it all.

He stands. We kiss some more. I move to my knees. The fucking tile floor is miserable. Cold. Hard. My knees ache in seconds. How he spent the last 20 minutes on his knees is beyond me. My knees slide into the grout. It kills. Pulling open his shorts, a perfect uncut cock falls out. I forget about the grout. It’s beautiful. Around 7”. Thick, not massive. Foreskin, not too much. Take it into my mouth. Swallow until my nose rests in his deep bush. Play with his furry balls. Not huge. Very hairy. Nice. He is completely untrimmed and natural. I could stay down here all day. Knees are killing me. Fucking grout. Mercifully, Todd stops me. Doesn’t want to cum yet.

We make out some more. I pull off his shirt. He’s not out of shape, definitely not buffed.. Small amount of fur on his chest. Nice pits. I move for them. Didn’t shower today. I dive in. Todd swears like a sailor as I clean out his deep and furry pits. When I’m done they’re drenched.

He tries to return the favor. He’s not that into it. I suggest we go to the bedroom.

Sheets are off the bed. A pile on the floor with some towels. Laundry day. I throw the old sheets back over and push Todd onto the bed.

I crawl on top of him. We roll around making out like school kids. We explore. I only get fleeting moments at sucking him and that uncut beauty.

He does love me eating his ass. It doesn’t take him long for him to beg me to fuck him. Condoms in the nightstand. The wife hates the pill. Lucky me.

One finger goes in Todd’s ass easily, as does two. Claims he practices with a cucumber. Of course he does. Mental note not to eat at his house. Ever.

I ask him how he wants it. Dealer’s choice. I want to see his face. Bitch stays on his back.

Condom on. Boy lubed and propped up. I throw his legs up. I slide my legs in. My cock rests at his hole. He’s breathing fast. I tell him to relax. He does. A little. “On three.” I count. “One… two…” I push in. Not a lot, but enough for my head to get in. Todd gasps.

Legs back farther. I thrust deeper into him. He’s doing great. I tell him. Keep pushing and backing off a little until I’m all the way in. Would have had to pull out for most guys. He’s taking it like a champ. I reach down and rub his chest and stomach. His uncut cock dribbles out copious amounts of precum. I touch his face. I lean forward and kiss him. I start to fuck him.

Still looking into his eyes, I thrust lightly in and out. Todd’s eyes roll back. He’s loving this. I fuck him gently for a while, then pull back and start hitting it harder. Todd groans loudly at every hard thrust.

I pull out and roll him onto his stomach and enter him again. He doesn’t like this. Same with doggie style. He wants to see me fuck him.

I roll him back over and pull his ass way into the air. He’s resting mostly on his neck and shoulders. Standing over him, I drop my cock down into his hole. Pile driver. Todd fucking loves it. He moans so deep and loud I hear a dog howl.

Todd shouts he’s “Gonna blow! Gonna blow!” I reach down and pump his shaft. It’s like hot stone. I aim it at his face.

His balls unleash. Long ropes of creamy spunk fly onto his face. In his mouth. On his neck. His chest. My shaft aches. I pull off. Snap off the condom. Drop to my knees Shove my throbbing cock back in his mouth. I tell him to swallow it.

The daddy bitch grabs it with both hands and slurps it for all it’s worth. I feel my balls stir. I tell him not to stop.

Not sure why, when I nut I whisper, “For you…” He swallows as much as he can. Some dribbles out. Using my fingers, I scoop the excess back in his mouth.

Todd lays there. The guilt begins washing over him. Lean down to kiss him. Turns his head. Still has my jizz on his face. The condom I fucked him with is stuck to his thigh…

I grab a towel from the floor and wipe up. I throw it to him. He wipes up.

We’re both still hard. With any other guy it would be round two.

We dress in silence.

We get to the car wash just as the car is announced being ready. I shake Todd’s hand and walk away. The kid who detailed the car is checking me out. He’s young. Hot. Tempting. But I got a list with my name on it..


BikeGuy said...


Yeah, you got a list w/your name on it. So does Todd.

Anonymous said...

Welcome back. I have no doubt you'll leave us with several more dry months before we get a taste of your fantastic writing. I'd all but given up hitting you back, but like some crack whore, every once in a while I look to see if you've posted. Always disappointed as I read the words "Peter X Briefly," I go search my other blog porn fixes.

I wish I my pleading for more doesn't fall on deaf ears, but that's life on the porn blog addiction. You're quality crack.

Jack in SLC (Jackin in SLC!)

(awk)Word said...

What can I say? I post when I can. Every time I fuck a guy I think, "Should I post about this? Is is anything special?"

Thanks for reading and checking in.

Stan said...

Nice, as always great story!

throb919 said...

Your re-telling of even the most ordinary day-to-day activity (oh...a car wash for instance) makes it "anything special" — and far sexier than we could've imagined it without your point-of-view and turn-of-phrase.

Like SLC-Jack, I might've started to hate Peter X, but I never stopped coming. (And thanks to the archive, I never stopped cumming.) It's a good addiction.


Anonymous said...

A greeat tale! Thank you. What an interesting life. I wonder how come your victim practised with cucumbers? And no words of consolatin for the big slob for cheating on his wife. Male-male sex is not cheating; it is refreshment.

Anonymous said...

Loved this story, and it did wonders for me! Can hardly wait for the next one!

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Anonymous said...

I would put you and Todd on my list gladly. What a story.

underneath said...

Wow.. you just made my day.

Anonymous said...

harry bush was an awesome artist glad you could include his art today

Anonymous said...

Damn ! Great story, and GREAT CUM LOAD all over that studs face. Thanks.

Dwight Supremacy said...

Hot. Great story ... per usual.