Boxing Day

December 26. I’m at the mall. Madness. Everyone is returning crap or trying to buy more crap on sale. I’m the former. My sister gave me a nasty sweater.

I’m quietly scoping out the guy in front of me. About 5’6”, hot bod, great ass, I want him bad. I lean forward, “You have the hottest ass.” He turns and smiles.

Larson is hot. He knows it too. He also knows I want him bad. He is also my sister’s brother-in-law. He’s straight; not narrow. I know he’s not going to fuck me, but he flirts with me enough that I think I can get him if he’s drunk enough.

The store won’t take back the sweaters. Bought on sale “as is.” My sister is a cheap as bitch. Larson and I decide to go to lunch—away from the mall. We make small talk on the way to my car. I offer to take him to my place to blow him. He asks if I’ll swallow.

We laugh. All a big joke. Except I’d blow him in a New York fucking minute.

We stand by my truck deciding what we want. I’m cold. I’m wearing only a t-shirt so I get in my truck. Larson jumps in the other side. We go back and forth on restaurants. I feel like Mexican. He wants Chinese. Whatever.

I ask him if he got laid over Christmas. He says “no.” I’m shocked. How can a guy this hot not get laid constantly? He shakes his head, “It’s a mystery isn’t it? To let this go to waste…” he points to his dick.

I grope his thigh. I tell him if he were gay, he’d be getting it all the time. “From you!” he laughs. True. Very true.

I don’t move my hand.

He shifts. He asks me to move my hand. I ask him if it’s because he’s getting hard (I can see his bulge growing). He lies and says no.

“So you’re not hard?” I move my hand to his bulge. He’s rock hard. I realize I’m close to getting him.

Larson pushes me away. I apologize.

We do “the dance,” where I convince him it’s not gay to get a BJ from “a fag.” I throw all the usual bullshit logic at him: it doesn’t matter who straight-guys are with, they think about someone else anyway, so close your eyes and dream. How “fags” give the best head. A top point earner: no one will ever know. I blow other straight guys all the time. And my favorite: it’s no big deal, you’re just getting your rocks off.

I know I’m going to get him. If he weren’t interested, we wouldn’t be talking. He needs me to beg. He needs to pretend to resist. Finally, a breakthrough: “So no one will ever know?”

He is mine.

I drop his seat back a little. The console between the seats gets pushed back so I have unobstructed access to his crotch. I pull his shirt up and kiss his hairy stomach. I love his silky happy trail. I’ve seen it enough at the lake that it’s memorized.

I move down to his crotch. I’ve been rubbing and groping it. He’s rock hard. I pop open the button on his jeans and unzip. I get a slight whiff of his crotch. Now I’m rock hard.

I pull back the band of his underwear and his cock slaps against his belly. Larson sighs. I slip my hand down to cup his balls and play with his taint. With my other hand, I lift his pulsating shaft into my mouth. He groans softly.

His dick is not that big, but he’s so beautiful that I don’t care. It’s a nice dick and it goes down easy. He coos just enough to be hot, without sounding like he’s watched too much porn.

I look up. His eyes are closed and he’s got a silly grin on his face. I take him back in my mouth and go all the way down. I gag a little. Even though he doesn’t make me gag, I know how straight-boys love that shit: “My dick is so big he gagged on it!”

Larson tenses and whimpers slightly. He doesn’t warn me. He just cums. I’d swallow anyhow, but I’d like a little warning.

His dick still in my mouth, I look up to him. His eyes are still closed and he’s smiling. I continue sucking. I’m thinking about blowing him again. I hear a car start. I sit up.

The mini van in front of us is pulling out. I don’t think the mom inside would have even noticed us if I hadn’t sat upright by pulling my head out of Larson’s lap.

“Shit!” Larson yells, “She sees us!”

The mother gives a sly smile as she turns to see if all is clear behind her. “She’s cool.” I smile, grabbing at his still-hard dick.

“Dude, she could tell!”

I ask him who is she going to tell? Besides, she smiled. We’re safe. He’s not convinced and starts to put away his still-hard dick.

“No seconds?” Larson stops. He looks at me. I think he finally realizes I’m not some drunk sorority bitch getting him off. I live for dick. His dick.

His dick flaps as he flexes it. I move back down. I take his hairy balls into my mouth and suck on them. They aren’t very big, but they have a fantastic musk.

I push his jeans down so he can open his legs and I can get in there better. I stroke his hardening cock and tongue his balls and taint. His ass is so close I can’t resist. My tongue pokes down by his hole. The guttural noise he makes tells me he is seriously digging this.

Jeans are off. Legs are in the air. Anyone walking by will absolutely know what’s going on. He doesn’t seem to care; neither do I. I poke my tongue into the dense mass of hairy along the crack of his furry ass. I get in deep. I chew and play with his musky hairy hole as he moans in pleasure.

Still jerking him, I move up and start licking his balls again. They pull up. He’s close. I feel his dick harden more. I take Larson’s aching cock into my mouth so he can nut. With my free hand I finger his hairy hole. Typical straight boy: loves to have his ass played with.

“I’m gonna…!” is the warning I get. My mouth is filled with his jizz. It feels like more than before. I swallow.

I pull up. He’s looking right at me. I get the feeling he was eyes wide open this time.

While we were busy another mini van replaced the empty spot in front of us. They’re not around. I’m sure they saw something. “I should go…” Larson is pulling up his pants.

“No thirds?” He double takes. I smile.

Larson gets out, thanks me and starts walking to his car. My cock is aching in my pants. I pull it out. I will not be able to drive with this hard on. I’m going to have to JO before heading home.

I look down and spit on my unit. Looking up I see Larson heading back. I assume he’s lost. I roll down the window. He stands there, insecure. His hands are jutted into his pockets.

“Um… were you joking about thirds?” He asks the ground, not looking up at me.

“No.”

He looks up, waiting for me to invite him in. I’m still stroking my dick.

“Um… did I thank you for the, um…”

“Yeah.”

He nods. He’s still waiting.

“Um… should I have done… you, um, know”

I don’t, um, know. I just look at him.

“Um… not [points to mouth], but [hand job motion].”

I nod for him to jump in.

He hops in chatting. “I got to my car and I realized that I was, um… fuck!” He sees my hard-on. I put his hand on my dick, close my eyes and kick back. I hear him whisper “big” as he begins to stroke.

Straight-boys give lousy hand jobs. However, because they’re straight boys, I’m into it. Their awkwardness is hot.

“Spit on it,” I command, eyes still closed. He stops. I open my eyes and look at him. “Lube it up.” I close my eyes again. He spits on it. The warm spit in the cold truck feels nice. If I wanted to I could nut right now. I don’t.

“A little tighter,” I instruct, keeping my eyes closed. With his free hand, Larson plays with my balls, my taint… His finger touches my hole. I gasp. He won’t lick my hole, but he will play with it. I like that. I like that a lot.

I open my eyes and look at him. He is mesmerized watching his hand pumping my shaft while the other pokes at my hole. “Want to fuck me?” I’m not joking. He looks at me. “Seriously. Do you want to fuck me? I’m tighter than any pussy you’ve been in.”

He lets go and sits back. I lean over and open the glove box. I pull out a condom and some lube (I was a boy scout and I’m always prepared). He looks around at the parking lot.

I want some dick in me, so I cut it short. “Look, no one’s going to see. No one looks beyond their own little world. Get your dick out of your goddamned pants and fuck me.”

I throw the condom at him. I lube my hole. Larson quickly pulls open his jeans and slips the condom on. He doesn’t take his jeans off. For some reason that turns me on more. I pull off my sweatshirt and put it on the plastic covering the spot where the middle console goes. It’s not going to be comfortable, but otherwise it will be annoying. I put a little lube on his dong as I slide into position.

Larson looks a little lost. I have to direct him. “On top.” “move over.” “That’s not it.” I guide him in. “Push.” “Harder.”

“Holy Christ.” Larson calls out as he enters. “Oh, holy Christ!” I pull him down so it’s not so obvious to any passers by what’s going on. Of course, my legs are in the air and his foot leaving marks against the steamed up windows.

Larson’s a nice fuck. Good rhythm. I keep telling him to fuck harder. He complies. I tighten my “grip” around his shaft. He is loving it. He puts his head next to mine as he fucks my ass hard. I tell him how much I love his cock. He grunts with each thrust. I wrap my arms around him. I want to kiss him. Bad. If I don’t get this over with I will kiss him and ruin everything.

“Are you gonna cum in me?” I whisper in his ear. I’m pumping my cock hard.

He begins to buck wildly and crying out. “Take it! Take it! Take it!” Sweet Larson is blowing his load in my hole.

I was hoping to cum along with him. It’s taking me longer. I pump my cock frantically. Larson sits up. He leans down and spits on my dick. He’s so close to sucking it. I nut.

Cum spews all over my chest. I lay there breathing heavily. I wipe the jizz off my chest and the lube off my ass with my t-shirt.

Larson looks a bit lost. He’s trying to process. I thank him and begin to dress. I’m making this casual. It’s no big deal even though it is a very big deal. I grab the back of his neck and tell him he’s an awesome fuck. I give his back a congratulatory smack. I want to say, “See? This isn’t gay…” but it is. We both know it.

He dresses and hops out. He looks back at me. I make the “my lips are sealed” motion. He gives a thumbs up. I see the condom on the floor. I flick it at him and it lands on the window of the car parked next to me. He laughs and shuts the door. I watch him (and his hot ass) walk off into the cold to find his car.

I drive off wearing the only top in the car: an ugly sweater. I’m going home to send my sister a thank-you note.

Happy Birthday, Mike

July 7. Mike’s birthday. I decide to stop by and wish my buddy a happy 39th. There is a sign on the front door of his condo: “Come on in.” Did he not invite me to a birthday party?

I walk in. Six guys are sitting in his living room in various forms of dress and undress. One of them tells me to sign in. The list is long. 20 names. Nine are crossed off. WTF?

“Where’s Mike?”

One of the guys looks away from the porn and nods towards the bedroom. “Gotta wait your turn…”

I start towards the bedroom and a guy yells out, “Didn’t you hear? Gotta wait…” I stop him.

“Friend of the family…” I turn and walk into the bedroom. Mike is on his back, ass over the end of the bed. He’s being fucked by a big black dude with a huge dick. Four other guys are standing around with their dicks in their hand.

Black Guy pulls out and tells Mike to roll over. Mike offers up his ass. Black Guy takes him hard. Raw cock in raw ass. Mike barebacks. A lot. I don’t know why he’s not positive.

Black Guy grunts and snorts like a bull. Mike’s head is on the mattress, eyes closed. He is smiling. Black Guy bends over Mike and power fucks him until he cums. He stops fucking but doesn’t pull out. He’s kissing Mike’s neck and whispering to Mike. Black Guy pulls out and walks out of the room without looking at anyone else.

Mike rolls over, spreads his legs open, offering up his ass. Another guy steps up. The guy mumbles “happy birthday”—and without waiting for a response from Mike—he plunges in. I feel sorry for him. Black Guy was huge, this guy is average. Mike moans. He’s faking it. I smile and lean against the door frame.

Mike looks over and says hi. I wish him a happy birthday. I ask him where my invite went, he answers “Craigslist.” Ah.

Average Guy cums quickly. He leans in for a clumsy kiss, pulls out, grabs his clothes from the floor, and leaves. He looks full of shame as he leaves. I give his shoulder a pat as he leaves. He stops and looks to me for approval. I wink and smile at him. He looks relieved. He’s coming to a gang-bang for approval? Fucked up. I watch him put his clothes on in the hall. He’s cute in that ‘everyman’ kind of way. He keeps looking at me. Is he expecting me to hit on him? He crosses off his name of the list and writes something. I’ll look at it later: “To the friend: call me 408-269…” As if.

I look back and Mike is now being fucked by some old guy. Chubby, bald… Mike’s ad must have said “anyone” because Mike would never fuck a guy like this on a normal day. Everyone celebrates in their own way.

Old Guy is turning red. Mike stops him and asks if he can sit on his dick. Old guy looks relieved he doesn’t have to stand anymore. Mike sits on the guys cock and he cums instantly. Mike tells him he was great. Old Guy asks if he can see him again. I chime in to leave a number on the sign in sheet.

Old Guy wants to chat, one of the other guys clears his throat. Old Guy does not take the hint. Mike finally tells him he needs to go. “I’ll write my number down,” he says hopefully as he leaves. Good luck on that, I think.

The dude who cleared his throat is ready to go. He’s pretty hot. Mid 30’s, built like a god, with a killer smile and gorgeous blue eyes. Looks like he knows how to fuck. I’m going to enjoy this.

Blue Eyes crawls on the bed and grins at Mike. He flashes his smile and wishes him a happy birthday. They kiss. Long and slow. This guy is trying to be remembered. He will succeed. He kisses his way down Mike’s body. He licks down Mike’s happy trail to his flushed cock. A few slurps and Mike is hard.

Blue Eyes pushes Mike’s legs back and lifts his ass into the air. He begins to eat out Mike’s cum-filled ass. Mike’s eyes roll back and he begins speaking in tongues. This guy knows how to properly eat out an abused ass. No tongue fucking for him. He teases Mike’s hole, gently caressing his tender hole with his tongue.

He lays down on the bed and positions Mike on top of him. “I want it all,” he growls. Mike squats over Blue Eyes’ face. Mike is euphoric. His eyes are glazed over. Mouth open. Half smile. He coos softly. I see jizz dribbling down Blue Eyes’ cheek. Sloppy slurping is the only noise in the room. The other two guys are watching slack-jawed.

Mike leans forward and takes Blue Eyes’ amble cock into his mouth. It’s not too long, but it is thick. I want to see that in him. Smile lifts his legs a bit. Mike grabs both of his ass cheeks. He takes the whole cock in his mouth. The guy can take a lot from both ends.

The go like this for a little while. It feels incredibly intimate… only there are three guys standing their watching them. Mike pulls off Blue Eyes’ dong. He moves around to impale himself on that thick cock. Mike backs over the thick rod rubbing it with his ass cheeks. Mike guides the thick beast into his hole. He groans loudly. Mike leans back and groans louder.

The two fuck slow and gentle for a while. Each moaning and groaning. Two of the guys from the living room come in. I think they want to make sure I’m not jumping the line. They are probably concerned because the last two left quickly and this guy has been here for a while.

The cuter of the two stands next to me. I lean over and whisper I think they might be in love. He lets out a soft chuckle. I jokingly put my head on his shoulder. It’s actually comfortable, so I leave it there. He moves his arm around me. I snuggle in, watching the show.

Blue Eyes gently moves Mike onto his back. The two kiss for a while. Mike is very into this guy. I’m expecting to tell everyone to leave except for the charmer with the killer smile. Blue Eyes flashes his grin at Mike every few minutes.

He enters Mike again. Mike wraps his legs around Blue Eyes. They start to fuck. Mike matches Blue Eyes’ thrusts. They are going at it hard and heavy. They are in complete sync. Every few minutes they change positions. Without a word they move and shift into something hotter and wilder.

My arms are tight around Cutie. I’m not sure when he took off his shirt. His cock is hard in his baggy cargo shorts. I unbutton them and they drop to the floor. His beautiful dick sticks straight out, slight bend downward. He pushes me down. I take him in my mouth.

Cutie has a long dick, but it’s not too thick. It slides easily down my throat. Mike and Blue Eyes are making short grunt noises. I look up to Cutie. He’s watching them intently. I reach my hand up to massage his lightly hairy chest. I feel his balls tense up.

I look up to see if he wants me to stop. Is he saving it for Mike? He looks down at me and smiles. Cutie closes his eyes. He takes a deep breath. I feel his body tense. My mouth is filled with his thick semen. His seed pours down my throat. I keep sucking until his soft cock falls from my lips.

I stand up and he smiles. With only a slight “thanks” he turns and leaves the room, pulling up his pants as he leaves. I’m not expecting love, but I do expect reciprocation. His shirt is at my feet. I pick it up and smell it. Damn. He smells good.

Mike and Blue Eyes are going for broke. The other guys in the room are jerking hard watching the two of them fuck. Blue Eyes is back on top of Mike, looking deep into his eyes. Blue Eyes is about to cum. He pulls Mike close and the two attempt to out scream each other to the finish.

When he pulls off of Mike, Blue Eyes has cum all over his hairy chest. Simultaneous orgasm. Mike spewed Blue Eyes came. They laugh. They kiss. One of the guys watching applauds. The other guys join in. Mike and Blue Eyes look up. They look embarrassed. Caught up in their fuckfest, we’d been forgotten.

Blue Eyes looks for a towel. The bed is clear of sheets. They fucked the bed empty. I toss them Cutie’s shirt. They wipe up the mess. They kiss.

One of the other guys asks for the shirt. He’s still jerking his meat. Blue Eyes tosses it to him. The guy holds it up to his face. Immediately he drops it to his small cock. He cums on the shirt. Finished, he tosses it into the corner.

As if on cue, Cutie walks back in. Where he’s been, I have no idea. How do you forget a shirt? I don’t care. Selfish fuck. He finds it in the corner and puts it on. How he doesn’t notice the sweat, lube and spunk all over the back is beyond me. He smiles and leaves. I hope he doesn’t have cloth seats. I smile. I quickly change my mind.

Blue Eyes has to leave but promises to call. The other guys walk out as well. I check and find everyone else has gone.

“I guess they couldn’t handle the competition,” Mike smiles.

Mike and I discuss the days events as he pulls the ad from Craigslist. We see the notes on the sign in sheet. The guys that left early wrote some interesting comments. Blue Eyes’ name is Mike as well.

We watch TV. Correction: I watch TV, Mike snores on the couch. Thirteen guys in your ass will do that to you.

Mike wakes and asks me about Cutie. I give him the short version. He’s bummed I didn’t cum. We kiss a little. I’m hard. The guy is a great kisser. Mike gets up and goes into the bedroom. I assume he’s going to shower. He comes back in with a condom. I tell him we don’t have to. He seriously should rest his hole.

He pulls my cock from my jeans. His mouth is wonderful. I lean back and let him go to work on my shaft. Just enough pressure from his lips, light teeth, deep throat… perfect head.

Mike holds up the condom. I toss it aside. I put my hands on his head. He begins to laugh, which makes him choke. Mike pulls off to catch his breath. He kisses me.

He fingers my hole as he finishes off my cock. I blow in his mouth. He moves to kiss me. The second his lips meet mine I know: his mouth is still full of my cum. We pass my load back and forth.

Happy birthday, buddy.

Republican Sex

I fucked The Republican today. We first met at a Log Cabin Republican dinner a few years back. (Don’t fucking ask). It was at a hotel ballroom in SF. I did him just off the ballroom by the kitchens. A busboy walked by as I was doing him doggie-style. The busboy smiled. I fucked him harder. Republican squealed like a bitch.

A month later I realize he lives just down the street from my house. Small fucking world.

He’s in real estate. Always wears a suit. He’s hot. Very in shape. Big dong. Short Hispanics with big dongs—how can you go wrong? I guess they can be a Republican. I’m always left to wonder why. I digress.

I’m cleaning out my garage when he zips up to his place. He looks like he’s just running in, but he stops to check me out. We greet. He keeps looking back as he walks into his place. It’s as good as an invitation to me.

I walk up as he’s walking out. He says he doesn’t have time. I give him a stare. He has time. “Seriously, I don’t.” He’s lying. I move forward and kiss him. I feel his crotch. His Dick Cheney is rocking hard. I squeeze it. “Can we be quick?” He pleads. “Sure.” I lie. It will not be the last time today.

I kiss him hard against the entry hall wall. I hold his arms down. He grabs my ass like he expects me to be fucked. I’m not his Dubya. I’m not taking it from him. He knows it. He tries. I respect that. But still…

We often get into hefty political debates in the street. It starts off casual and ends up with about four or five neighbors watching us spar. I often wonder aloud how he could belong to a party that thinks he’s nothing more than an illegal that should be sent back to Mexico. He’s Costa Rican and that pisses him off. Probably because it’s true.

He’s trying to get me to give him head. No fucking way. Republican is an excellent cocksucker. I need that mouth. I struck out at the bars last night; I’m full today. “Do you want me to call Immigration?”

“Fuck you.”

“No,” I smile, “I’ll get to your ass later. Right now, beba mi mecco.”

He snorts at my bad Spanish. But I know he wants my dick. I lean in and kiss his neck, “por favor?”

He calls me an asshole as he drops to his knees. Call me anything you want, just suck it. He pulls down my shorts. My rod flops out and right into Republican’s mouth. His tongue is all over the head. He pulls off my shorts and swallows my cock. I slowly fuck his mouth. “¿Hambriento?” Republican moans a bit. His hands move up and pinch my nipples. I keep fucking his face.

I feel my balls move. I don’t want to cum yet, so I pull out. I pull him up by his tie and kiss him. I taste my musk on his lips. Sweet. I rub his crotch. Republican’s cock is hard as a rock. It feels even bigger in his pants. I release it. It’s slick with precum. The foreskin rolls back and forth easily.

His pants hit the floor so my other hand can play with his hole. He likes this a lot. I put in another finger. He begins to whisper and moan things in Spanish. I’ve gotten him ‘there’ faster than normal. “Turn around.”

He turns quickly around and thrusts out his ass. He knows what’s coming. I kneel down and pull open those cheeks. Fuck. His ass is beautiful. Perfect round globes. Not too fat. Not too muscled. Hairy as fuck, with a perfect brown eye. My tongue dives for it. From what I can understand from his grunting in Spanish, he’s loving this.

I pull at his pants around his ankles and grab his wallet. As always, a condom is inside. I lock and load. Standing against the wall in his entry hall, Republican rests his head against his forearm and offers me his ass. I rub my cockhead up and down that beautiful valley between his ass cheeks. He continues mumbling in Spanish. I’m fully erect.

He tries to stop me. He wants to kick his pants out of the way. He stands there in his dress shirt, tie, shoes, socks and the balled up pants I pulled the condom from. I answer by gently sliding my dick in his hole. He moans. I push in further. He moans louder. I pull back a bit. Republican fucking moans louder. The guy has lungs on him. I love it.

I push in again. Deeper. He’s quiet. More… more… more… all in. He whimpers. Good thing I’ve got control, or I’d blow right then. I begin fucking slow and quickly gain speed. His silence doesn’t last long. I can’t tell if he’s cursing me or praising me. I don’t care. I’m pounding his ass and I’m pounding it hard and by the feel of his pingo grande, he’s loving every fucking minute of it.

He’s getting close. I hear “mother” and “God” a lot. I’m yanking on his dick hard. He calls out and then his hose releases some major spunk. I’m busy fucking, so I’m not paying attention to where his spasmming unit is shooting. I feel some of it on my hand. Otherwise, I don’t care. I’m close. That’s my focus.

I reach up around of him and grab hold of his shoulders. I’m fucking as fast as any rabbit ever at this point. He’s practically screaming. So am I. I blow in his ass. I know the condom blew open. Nothing could take that pressure. I fill him and keep fucking. I just keep going. My dick is twitching. I’m still thrusting. I’m tripping. It’s gorgeous.

I force myself to pull out. My body is still bucking. I get myself in control. Republican turns around. The first thing I see is his shirt. My jizz stained hand left a nice jizz mark on his clean, white shirt. We simultaneously look down at his pants. I wonder if he peed—there’s a lot of creamy liquid there.

He kicks off his pants. He stumbles toward the living room. Fuck. He painted the wall, too. I felt like I shot a gallon of cum. I think he may have.

I pull off my condom. Contrary to my ego, it’s still intact. I flick it onto his pants. Republican walks upstairs. He’s bitching that he’s late for an appointment and now he has to change.

Normally, I would just leave. However, I’ve never seen his bedroom. I make myself at home. He’s standing by the closet. He’s naked save for his shoes and socks. He’s looking for a shirt to go with the suit he’s placed on the bed.

I put my arms around him and start kissing his neck. He tries to push me away. I hold tight. I mumble an apology about the suit into his neck. I hug him tighter. He tells me to fuck off. I reach down. He’s hard again. He sighs.

We both know: I own this bitch.

I turn him around and we kiss. Long and hard. He’s got a great chest. I play with it. Running my hands through trimmed hair. I tweak his nipples. He likes that. I kiss my way down his chest. I stop to worship his abs. I drop to the giant dong throbbing at my chin.

I pull the foreskin back. I take him into my mouth. I can’t get much in. I use both hands to give the illusion I can. I look up. Eyes closed. Lips moving. Arms are out; palms raised. Is he praying? I suck on his enormous balls. I move a finger to his ass. Two instantly go in. Round two is about to start.

I push him back on the bed. I suck some more on el Gigante. I play with his hole. He’s in a whole new place. I go for a while longer. He’s not even speaking Spanish anymore. It’s gibberish. It makes me harder.

I stop. I open the nightstand drawer and pull out a condom. I wrap up my junk. I turn back to him. Republican is looking up at me expectantly. I stand there for a second. “Show it.” I tell him. He lifts his legs and that beautiful fuckhole is offered up to me.

I tease it again. This time I can see his expression. He smiles a dirty smile. I slide in. So much easier this time. I start to move… very slowly. His eyes roll back. Slowly I pump his ass. I’m holding his dong in my hand. Sliding it back and forth with the rhythm of my fucking.

He lets go of his legs, but they stay up. I’m in a perfect fucking position and I’m hitting everyone of Republican’s buttons. His hands are moving all over his face.

“Do you love it?”

“Sí!”

“Is this the greatest fuck of your life?”

“Sí…”

I push his legs back so I can go just that much deeper. I ask for fun, “Do you love me?”

“Sí.”

It takes me a second to realize that he is on another plain. He will answer yes to anything. We continue fucking. I alternate between slow and fast. He gurgles when I fuck him fast. He whispers incoherently when I go slow. I hope my legs can last.

He starts to spasm again. He pushes my hand away so he can jerk his cock. After three hard jerks, he spews. The man is a gusher. The first load spews up across his shoulder and onto the suit he’s lying on. The second rope onto his face. The third, again, onto the suit. The fourth and fifth onto his chest and stomach. The other three shots plop out onto his pubes. It’s a beautiful site.

My cock is throbbing. I’m so wrapped up in his massive load that I’m scarcely aware that my dick is twitching like meth addict. I pull out. I want to add my jizz to his.

The explosion hits me like a lightening bolt. I don’t see where the first shot goes. I open my eyes for the second shot—right into Republicans mouth. Beautiful arch. He coughs it up. I can’t make this shit up! I’m not sure what else comes out. I’m too busy wishing I had a camera for that shot.

I lean over Republican. Our cocks are throbbing against each other. We kiss. Quick and businesslike. I pull away. Jizz is all over me. I go to get a towel and I hear him in thee other room groaning about another suit ruined.

I’m wiping off our combined fluids and I hear him say, “Spunk does not come out.”

As I walk downstairs to find my shorts, I call out, “Find a better dry cleaners.”

He calls me an asshole. I leave.

He calls me later to thank me… and to ask me a question. He wants to know if he spoke a lot of Spanish when we fucked. I tell him yes. He says that means it’s really great. He confesses that he hasn’t spoken Spanish during sex for a while. He then asks about my questions during sex. I lie and tell him I ask how he loves it and shit like that. “Nothing else?” Again, I lie. “Nothing I can remember.” He sounds relieved. I am too.