Hot Lunch story part5
by Porn Review Bloghe didn’t really want learning of his orientation; and then there was
his job, a world of macho, mostly redneck, men. “They’d probably kill
me if they found out, and I’d almost certainly lose my job,” he said.
“This job pays real well and I can’t afford to lose it.” He was saving
his money so he could return to college if and when his mother passed
away.
I asked him if he ever went to New Orleans, three hours away, where
being gay is no big deal, but he said he very rarely went there. “It’s
a big leather crowd down there, and I just don’t feel comfortable in
that scene,” he replied. He was also scared to death of AIDS and other
STDs, and thus didn’t trust random encounters. So most of his rare
sexual encounters ö other than masturbation ö were with guys like me,
bisexual husbands looking to fool around a little bit, because, as he
put it, “You’re clean and discrete.”
Finally, I asked him how he knew I was willing. “Oh man, I clocked you
right from the get-go,” he said. “It was just the way you looked at
me, and the way you just hung around watching me work. That and this
pole you had swinging in your shorts.” He gave my rapidly swelling
cock a squeeze as he said that, and I squeezed his back. The heat was
beginning to rise in the room again as I leaned over and kissed Greg’s
lips very sensually. I looked at the clock and saw that it was still
just 1:30, plenty of time for another round of fucking, and this time
I wanted to be the one to feel a hot ass on his cock.
As we made out, we slid to the floor until we were lying prone, our
slick bodies rubbing each other and our hands covering as much of each
other’s naked flesh as we could reach. Our cocks were reinvigorated
from the slow stroking we’d been doing almost non-stop since we’d
finished our last session. No words were necessary; we both knew what
we wanted, and I snaked my left hand between Greg’s legs and ran my
middle finger along the crack of his ass and up to his anus. “Fuck
me,” Greg whispered. “God, it’s been so long since I’ve had a man in
my ass. I want to feel you cum in me like I came in you a while ago.”
I picked up the tube of KY and squeezed some onto my fingers, then
slowly pushed them past his anal ring into his rectum. I slowly worked
my fingers in and out of Greg’s ass, opening him up and preparing him
for my fat cock. Greg’s hand worked that cock steadily, getting it up
to full roar. I was finger fucking Greg’s ass with my left hand and
stroking his swollen cock with my right. I looked up at Greg’s face
and saw his eyes were closed with a blissful expression on his face,
and I was suddenly overcome with a desire to please this lonely,
gentle man who was so much out of his element in this town.
Climbing on my knees in front of Greg, I stopped him from getting on
his knees. “I want you on your back,” I whispered. “I want to fuck you
like a woman; I want to see your face when I fuck you; and I want to
see you shoot your cum.” He just looked at me with a lustful gaze,
nodded his head and lifted his legs in the air. I smeared some KY on
my throbbing purple boner, which was harder than it had ever been in
my life. I pressed the head of my dick to his asshole and slowly
pushed it past his anal ring. Greg groaned in utter satisfaction as I
slowly entered his ass. Inch by inch, I pushed my cock deeper and
deeper into Greg’s clenching rectum until I found myself completely
embedded in his unbelievably hot ass.
I gave a long, low moan as I felt his rectal muscles grip my cock in a
wet embrace. I felt Greg’s hands on my buttocks, trying to pull even
more cock into his ass. Pulling back an inch or so, I began to pump my
cock slowly, which was the only way I could fuck him and not explode
right from the start. Even though I had already cum once, the heat of
our coupling was so intense that if I had tried to fuck any faster, it
would have been curtains. I had never had a feeling like it. My wife
and I had had anal sex a few times, but she really doesn’t care for it
much. She has to be pretty drunk or unusually horny to even want it,
and usually that means I’m pretty drunk as well. Plus, I’ve found it
hard to push my cock into her ass, because she’s fairly small and
because there is a wetter, more inviting hole just a few inches away
that somehow always seems to suck my dick right in, no matter how hard
I try to prevent it, if you catch my drift.
That was no problem with Greg. His experienced ass opened right up for
me and accepted my hard meat with practically no resistance. After the
initial rush faded away, however, I began to regain some control and
soon I was fucking Greg’s hot ass steadily, though still slowly. I
wrapped my hands around his thighs to increase my leverage, and I
thrilled at the wet slap, slap, slap of my cock pumping back and forth
in Greg’s ass. I looked down to find that Greg had grabbed his cock
and was jacking his cock in rhythm to my fucking motion. Moans and
groans of pleasure filled the room as we fucked with ever-increasing
intensity. I was straining to hold back the flood of cum that was
reaching the boiling point in my balls while my thrusts became longer
and harder in Greg’s ass.
Greg’s hands were pulling harder on his hot slender cock, which was
covered with a mixture of his flowing pre-cum and the lubricant.
“C’mon, man, fuck me, fuck me hard,” Greg cried as his cock began to
swell even larger in his hands. I did as he requested and began to
pound my cock in Greg’s ass as he rolled his hips in a time-tested
circular motion designed to get every bit of my dick as deep as
possible in his trembling ass.
Suddenly, Greg threw his head back and cried, “I’M GONNA CUM. OH GOD,
HERE IT COMES.” And his cock exploded like a cannon in a series of
great white splashes. His first shot hit his face, just to the left of
his nose and streamed down his cheek; the second hit his neck and the
rest splattered all over his manly chest and down his stomach. I was
just seconds behind, as I pumped deeper than ever in his ass and felt
my cock balloon in Greg’s spasming, twitching ass. With an incoherent
roar, I spewed a prodigious cum load deep into Greg’s ass and into his
bowels as he wrapped his legs around my waist to take every bit of
cock I could give him.
Even before I had finished squeezing out the last dregs of my cum into
his ass, I bent down and licked Greg’s cum off his face and neck then
kissed him deeply, giving him a liberal taste of his salty-sweet
semen. The rest of his cum was smeared all over our chests and
stomachs as we writhed on the floor in mutual ecstasy. We were sweaty
cum-covered wrecks as we finally came down from our mountainous mutual
orgasm. I looked deeply in Greg’s deep blue eyes and he looked back at
me in what could only be described as a look of deep contentment.
After a long time lying like that, we finally looked at the clock and
reluctantly disengaged ourselves from each other. I looked down as a
river of my cum gushed from Greg’s wide-open asshole. I offered Greg a
chance to shower, but he said no, he had to get to his next
appointment. “Besides, I want to keep your cum in me and on me as long
as I can,” he said as he pulled his clothes on. “It’ll give me
something pleasant to think about while I’m sucking shit.” We laughed
at that, then I sent him on his way.
As it turned out, we never got together again. Several months later, I
read his mother’s obit in the paper and I saluted my friend on his
future. I hope he’s found himself some place where he can be who and
what he is, and not have to live his life in the closet. As for me, I
haven’t had another experience with male sex, but my sex life with my
wife got a little bit hotter after that. I never told her about what
had happened, but I did incorporate elements of that afternoon into
our sex play. And whenever I need an erotic mental image to spur me
on, all I have to do is recall my hot lunch with the septic tank
cleaner.