This past Holiday Season, My wife and went out of town for a shopping trip. We checked in at motel for the weekend, and had a nice dinner and drinks. While I had visions of a long, lusty, swing-from-the-chandelier style, hotel room sex, we ended the evening with a set of blue balls for me because she had her period, and to quote her: "that's just gross". I couldn't even beg a blow job out of her...oh well.
The next day, I'd soon had enough of the crowds and the whole dang shopping experience, so I made plans to meet up with the wife later that afternoon. Then I left the mall and drove over to an Adult Bookstore that I had seen just outside of town. This was a fairly classy store. They had all of the toys, magazines, movies, lingerie, lotions and potions that you normally see in these joints, but there were no peepshow booths, no grimy yellow cigarette stained walls, no seedy derelict behind the counter. It was a clean, white, sterile looking shop. In fact, the building was pretty new, with lots of neon signs and bright lights. In short there were almost none of the traits common to the places I usually go to suck some cock. However, I was not planning on scoring any action. I was just looking to pick up some new fag/bi DVDs to watch at home.
I went in and began to browse through the store. I have this ritual that I follow every time I enter an ABS where I have to walk through the whole store, checking out everything else before I go to the Gay/Bi section. I guess I am always hoping that the store will empty out a bit, while I am working up my courage before diving into 'forbidden territory'.
Anyway, I wandered around the whole store, looking at the dildoes, lingerie, magazines, etc. while the crowd in the store thinned out. Pretty Soon, it was just me and one other guy (plus the female sales clerk). He was a cute guy. He was wearing jeans and hiking boots, some kind of green fleece shirt under a nylon Columbia-style winter coat, and one of those beany-style knit caps popular with college guys. He looked like he was mid twenties or so, with short blond hair under his cap, and when he wasn't looking I checked him out to see a nice tight ass and a good sized bulge in the front of his loose jeans. All in all, he looked like someone you'd meet on the ski hill (or, for me, at the urinal in the Lodge men's room).
He was browsing through the generic straight porn mags (Hustler, Penthouse, etc.), when I ran out of other stuff to look at and finally went over to the gay/bi section, which was about 20 feet and 3 rows away from the guy. I began browsing through the magazines with my back turned to the clerk and the guy. I was flipping through an issue of "Torso", about halfway through a pictorial in fact, when I sensed someone next to me. I looked over and was shocked to see ski-boy standing about 4 feet away, flipping through a gay mag too. He looked up at me and smiled briefly before obviously checking out my crotch with his dark brown eyes.
In my head, a little voice shouted "Woo-Hoo!"
I looked him up and down focusing on his crotch in return. I also discreetly ran my tongue along my upper lip, and then looked him in the eyes.
I took a couple of steps, until I was standing close enough to whisper to him "You got a place?"
"Yeah, about 20 minutes from here, okay?"
I nodded "yes" and he headed out the door.
I waited a few seconds then followed him out, smiling at the sales girl who was frowning her disapproval at me as I walked by. I smiled even bigger at her, thinking "fuck you".
I got to the parking lot and looked around to see ski boy sitting in his SUV a few spaces over from my car.
I walked over and he buzzed down his window. I looked in to see that he had his pants unzipped and was playing with his hard 7 inch (or so) cock.
"Follow me," he said "by the way, I'm Aaron."
"Kevin" I said. Then I reached in grasped his cock, giving it a couple of strokes. "Nice to meet you," I said with a lusty smile.
I then let go of his dick and went to my car. We drove quickly to a nice condo complex across town. We parked in front of a duplex, got out of our vehicles and went into his house. We no sooner got in and closed the door before he reached down and grabbed my dick through my pants.
"Mmmm," he moaned, "that's a nice big cock you've got there."
Then he leaned in and kissed me. Now usually, I don't like kissing men. I will suck cock until I drowning in cum, but for some reason, kissing another man seems just too gay to me (I know, I know). However, this beautiful man kissed me full on the lips, and I practically melted. Operating on instinct, I kissed him back, and before you can say "cum-shot", we were making out like teenagers under the bleachers. Our lips mashed together, our mouths opened and our tongues darted in and out of each other's mouths. All this time our hands were not idle; I was now humping back and forth as he rubbed my raging hard-on with his soft, manly hands, and my own hands were busy trying to explore every inch of his body.
I could feel, even through his clothes, that he was a fit guy. His body was firm and muscular, with no extra fat on it. I pushed off his jacket and pulled off his shirt to find out that he looked even better than he felt. He was VERY fit, with a swimmer's build. 6 pack abs, no fat, firm pecs, in short, he was the perfect package. Then, for the first time I looked, I mean really looked at his eyes. I found them to be deep brown pools of boiling passion and lust staring back at me.
He then took my jacket off, pulled off my sweatshirt, and undid my khakis opening up the front to free my throbbing cock.
"Nice..." he hissed, and then he gently pushed me backwards into the living room and over the armrest of a black leather sofa. As I lay there, he removed my shoes, socks and pants, leaving me naked with my hard cock thrusting upward from my groin.
Aaron also stripped naked and I was treated to the view of his firm ass and dangling nut sack as he bent down to pick up a small box from a low shelf next to the television. He came back to the sofa and dangled his dick over my head while he opened the box and sat two condoms and a small bottle of lube on the coffee table.
I reached over and grasped his 7 inches of dick in my hand and pulled him to me. He straddled my head and knelt on the couch as I opened my mouth and took his manhood into me. He leaned forward and slid his own velvety mouth over my throbbing cock. We were now in a steamy '69' working feverishly like a two-ended oil derrick, only it was crude man-seed we were going to pump out.
His dick was leaking salty-sweet pre-cum and seemed to be getting harder and bigger as he reveled in the sensation of my mouth worshipping his stone hard cock. I was getting hornier by the minute knowing his clear seed dripped down my gullet. I was also enjoying the ministrations of his silky mouth on my cock.
He was a fantastic cock-sucker. Lots of tongue movement in his tightly vacuum-shut mouth, with just an occasional brush from his teeth, which really felt fantastic. He obviously loved sucking my dick, and was soon ramming his head down on my dick, forcing my cock-head all the way into the back of his throat. He then picked up the pace with his mouth and sucked me harder and harder. He used his hands to spread my ass cheeks apart, and using some of the spit that was leaking down from my cock as lubrication, began to push a couple of fingers into my asshole. I knew now that he wanted my load as bad as I wanted his.
