Groom-To-Be and Me part2
by Porn Review BlogFrom a doorway to the left came an amazing man. His dark tan and black
hair made his beautiful smile seem brilliant white. He stuck out his
hand to grab mine and gave me a strong firm shake. He was obviously
pleased at what he saw as he rounded the counter to join me - and so
was I.
“Tony, my friend Jeff and I are going to go look at that site I’m
considering for the new gym. If Tina calls tell her I’ll be back in a
couple hours.”
The kid behind the desk smiled knowingly as he answered, “Sure, Mike.”
We got into his BMW and his hand immediately started rubbing my leg.
The mound in my shorts started pushing the fabric to its limits and
this didn’t go unnoticed by my new friend.
Michael pulled out of the parking lot and hit the highway. His hand
never left my body. No words were exchanged as we drove through a
business district and into an upper-class residential neighborhood.
The homes got bigger and more secluded as we went up into the hills.
Finally, he pulled into the driveway of a massive Tudor home and
stopped. As we got out of the car he explained this was his parent’s
home and they were away in Palm Springs.
The home was incredible. I followed Michael through a huge living
room, not taking my eyes off his ass, as he wandered to the
oak-paneled bar.
“If you are a nervous as me, I think we both need a drink. I’ll fix us
both a bourbon, if that’s OK with you, ” said Michael.
I kind of grunted in agreement, afraid my voice would squeak if I
spoke. I did notice both of our hands shaking as he handed the
Waterford tumbler to me.
We sat at the bar sipping our drinks and discussing the predicament in
which we found our selves. Both of us were almost to the point of
being able to acknowledge we were gay and yet our lives were not in
our control. Michael admitted he knew he shouldn’t be getting married
the next month but his life was running away from him like a runaway
train at this point.
Suddenly, he leaned over and kissed me. It was a rough, alcohol-laden,
manly kiss. Every part of my body, except my hardening cock, went limp
as our bodies came together. I couldn’t believe how incredibly
masculine this all felt. I was actually making out with a very hunky
man. My hands roamed all over his body, taking in every hard muscle. I
lowered them down to his ass, as our faces ground into each other, and
could feel the sweat and heat of his crack. One of his hands went up
the leg of my shorts and found my hard manmeat trying to break free
from the jock. He pulled his face off of mine and pulling me by the
filled pouch of my jock began directing me toward the over-sized sofa.
Expecting to fall back onto the plush couch, I was surprised when
Michael laid me back onto the large glass coffee table.
My shirt was pulled up over my head and the cold glass of the table
almost felt refreshing as I was slowly lowered to it. I saw my shoes
go flying toward the fireplace as my ass was lifted into the air and
the shorts were pulled off my body. Michael stood over me with an
almost evil grin as he gazed down on my nearly nude body. He slowly
got down on his knees at the end of the table and brought his face
down onto the pouch of my athletic supporter. I gasped as his tongue
grazed the tip of my cock, which was sticking up beyond the waistband
of my undergear. With his teeth Michael began to lower the pouch down
the length of my shaft, stopping to nibble and lick all along the way.
All I could do was hold on to his head as he munched on my crotch.
With the fabric pouch down around my ball sac, Michael raised himself
up a bit and lifted my legs into the air. His tongue found the
…End of the part2. To be continued..