“Come on in Brady.” Brady entered and walked into the
living room. “Have a seat.” Brady sat on the chair just oppo-
site the couch where Ray sat. Brady completely engulfed the
chair as he sat there in a slouched, spread legged position.
Brady’s tight white T-shirt looked wonderful as it stretched over
his perfect chest and teased as it showed his firm nipples. Ray
couldn’t take his eyes off of Brady’s tight fitting 501’s. Brady
was showing a basket that could probably be seen for miles with
the naked eye.

The two men had several beers and were feeling light headed.
They began talking about people who they knew. Brady mentioned
that he was having some problems with his latest girlfriend.
After talking about it for a while Ray got up, took Brady by the
hand and took him into the bedroom.

“Brady, have you ever had sex with another man before?”
Ray’s voice was shaky as he asked Brady the question.

“No…well not really. I guess I played a little when I was
in school, but it wasn’t really ’sex’.”

Ray stood Brady at the edge of the bed and began unbuttoning
Brady’s 501’s. Brady was caught off guard. “Hey Ray, what are
you doing?”

“You’ll see,” Ray answered. Brady knew what this was lead-
ing up to but somehow he was willing to relax and enjoy the
moment. He was not afraid of what was going on probably because
he knew that Ray would never hurt him. He trusted Ray and that’s
all that mattered to him at this point.

As Ray began to pull Brady’s tight fitting 501’s down the
massive legs, Brady removed the tight T-shirt that he was wearing
and tossed it on the floor. Ray untied Brady’s shoes and removed
them. Then he slipped the 501’s off of Brady’s legs and laid
them on the floor next to the T-shirt.

Brady’s cock had started to get hard while Ray removed the
501’s. It was just hard enough to push out firmly on Brady’s
white briefs. Ray could even see the outline of Brady’s cockhead
through the soft cotton material. Ray reached up and cupped
Brady’s basket in his hand and massaged his balls and cock
through the soft material. Brady looked down to watch Ray mas-
saging and squeezing his balls and cock through the briefs. “Oh
that feels good.” Brady whispered in a low voice.

Then Ray reached up and took a hold of the elastic waistband
and slowly pulled Brady’s briefs down. Brady’s cock bounced up
hard and throbbing as Ray pulled the briefs past it and released
it from it’s white cotton barrier. Ray continued to pull Brady’s
briefs down to his ankles, and Brady lifted his legs out of them.

“Brady, lay back on the bed, face down and make yourself
comfortable, I’m going to give you a really good massage.”

There was a sense of confusion in Brady’s face. He somehow
was expecting Ray to begin pawing at his cock, which was getting
harder in anticipation. Brady laid face down on the bed. It was
difficult for him to situate his hard cock so that he could lay
comfortably. Ray reached into the bedstand and took out a bottle
of massaging oil.

Ray began pouring the oil onto Brady’s back. As Ray began
rubbing the oil into the beautiful skin, Brady moaned sighs of
delight. Ray massaged Brady’s back and then his muscular legs.
Ray had never seen legs so well developed before. Then Ray began
massaging Brady’s cute bulbous ass. The oil dripped down between
the crack and Brady could feel Ray’s hands as they massaged down
the crack as if trying to catch the drops of oil. “Spread your
legs a little Brady,” Ray spoke softly, almost in a whisper.

Brady spread his legs just wide enough for Ray to reach down
between them and massage the bottom of his balls. “Oh, that
feels great Ray.” Brady was totally relaxed now and really
enjoying the massage.

“Ok, you hot looking dude, turn over so I can massage your
front side.”

Brady lazily turned over on his back, face up. His cock had
gotten flaccid, but was still firm enough to stand at a half
erect state. Brady looked down to watch as Ray poured more
massage oil onto his chest and legs. Then Ray began massaging
Brady’s chest and pecs and arms. Brady continued to moan his
sighs of approval as Ray masterfully kneaded Brady’s beautiful
well-developed muscles.

As Ray began to massage Brady’s abdomen and inch closer to
Brady’s pubic hair line, he noticed that there was obvious antic-
ipation, as Brady’s cock began to get fully hard again. In
seconds, Brady’s cock was standing up hard, erect, and throbbing.
Brady’s cockhead was so hard from the excitement that it was
almost purple. The skin around it was pulled tight. Ray contin-
ued to massage Brady’s abdomen, then he slowly worked his way
down to the base of Brady’s giant, hard cock. As Ray teased with
the pubic area around the base of Brady’s cock, he could see a
few drops of clear pre-cum emerge from the crown of Brady’s
cockhead. The drops of liquid gently ran down the cockhead and
then ran down the long, throbbing shaft of Brady’s cock.

Ray then moved his attention to Brady’s firm balls. He
poured a few drops of lubricant onto Brady’s balls and then began
to massage them gently. As Ray kneaded and tugged at Brady’s
balls, it caused his cock to bounce about in response. Brady
clasped both of his hands together and put them behind his head.
He was obviously enjoying this part of the massage best of all.

Soon Ray began to massage Brady’s muscular thighs and power-
ful legs. Brady sighed a deep breath of relief. He realized
that he was actually hoping that Ray would get on with the busi-
ness of massaging his aching cock. Ray continued to tease the
hunky man by moving his attention back up Brady’s legs and
slightly caress his balls and the base of his cock. Then he
would move his massaging hands back down Brady’s legs.

After fifteen minutes of this teasing massage, Brady began
to relax and enjoy the feeling that his body was experiencing.
Brady knew he was in “good hands” literally. Finally Ray moved
his hands back to the base of Brady’s hard, throbbing cock, but
this time instead of going back down Brady’s legs, Ray began to
slowly inch his way up Brady’s cock shaft.

The sensations sent chills up Brady’s back and he opened his
eyes and looked down to watch Ray as he began to massage the huge
throbbing cock. “Oh, my god, that feels fantastic.” Brady
moaned. The diameter of Brady’s hard cock was so big around that
Ray could hardly place his fist completely around it.

“Oh Brady, you can’t imagine how long I’ve wanted to do this
to you. I’ve fantasized about this moment for years. Hoping I’d
get the chance to really give you the most exciting pleasure
you’ve ever experienced.”

Ray dripped more oil onto Brady’s dick as he continued to
slowly stroke up and down the shaft. “Oh, wait, stop you’re
getting me too close.” Ray moved his stroking attention down to
Brady’s nice, firm balls to give Brady’s dick a chance to cool
down a bit. Ray didn’t want Brady to cum too soon. He wanted
Brady to enjoy this for a nice long time.

After about a minute Ray gripped Brady’s cock again and
began the stroking action that almost sent Brady over the edge.
“I’m really gonna make your big cock feel good Brady,” Ray whis-
pered. “How does it feel to have another man whippin’ on your
big hard dick Brady?”

“Oh, Ray, it feels great, but you’d better stop or I’m gonna
shoot real soon man,” Brady answered in a breathless voice.

Ray continued working on Brady’s big dick, stroking the
good-looking dude almost to an orgasm then moving his attention
the Brady’s balls. Brady was squirming from side to side as Ray
stroked him closer and closer to the explosion point. “Oh,
Brady, look at your big cock gettin’ creamed man.” Brady looked
down at his dick as Ray pumped it at a nice even pace.

Soon Brady’s body began to writhe on the bed as his climax
was too close to stop. “Alright Brady, shoot it for me man.
Shoot that hot load of cum man. Let me pump that hot juice outa
your big dick man.” Ray began pumping Brady’s cock at a furious
pace as Brady began to moan and then scream in ecstasy. Brady’s
cock began to shoot his hot thick cum out. The first shot of
Brady’s cum hit Ray’s chest. The ecstatic sensations sent
Brady’s body into spasms of delight as Ray continued to pump the
hot, white cum out of Brady’s throbbing cock.

The ecstasy lasted at least fifteen minutes. When the
sensations died down Brady breathed a sigh of relief. “Whew,
that was great Ray,” Brady said in an exhausted voice.

“Are you ready for another session dude?” Ray asked.

“Oh, I don’t think so, not just yet,” Brady answered.

“‘Not just yet’? Does that mean you’d be willing to do it
again sometime?”

“Well, Yeah, I guess I’d let you do that again…do I need
to make an appointment?”

“You have an open appointment Brady. I really enjoyed doing
that to you as much as you enjoyed it.”

Brady and Ray rested for several minutes, then Ray suggested
that they both go take a shower and clean up. Brady agreed.
“Hey you didn’t cum yet. I think we’d better do something about
that,” Brady said as the two stepped into the shower.

“That sounds like a great idea to me,” Ray said, grinning.
“You can work on my dick and I’ll give your cock another pumping
just to make sure we got it all out. OK?”

“Sounds like a deal to me,” Brady said, returning the grin.

No, last night wasn’t the night, but you don’t rush the good things in
life.

Tom was leaning against the front bar and I was standing in
front of him. He asked me to help remove his soaked tight t-shirt.
I didn’t want to ’cause I knew it would expose more of his beautiful
hard body and I’d start getting hard. But who am I to argue? We got
his shirt off and I stood directly in front of him. He put his huge
hands on my shoulders and pulled me close to him. Tom then started
messaging my shoulders and arms and worked his way down to my butt.
The music was throbbing (and so was my cock). One of the interested
bar tenders sent us 2 more drinks (Sean was off talking to a friend).
Tom pressed my back against his hard stomach and SHOUTED in my ear,
“I wanna eat and fuck your hole”. He then thrusted his hard cock
(still inside his white 501s) into my back. I could feel the size
of it going up my spine.

People all around grabbed their belongings and scattered in all. Brip, brap, sputter. Wheels on tile. Click, clack, click, dress shoes and stiletto hills cut through the din with a rhythm ignored. I followed at a short distance and saw that she was laughing at something – that same girl he’d sat next to on the train. Part of me wondered if she was trying too hard. It wasn’t my business, but I kept wondering. A friend had been generous enough to offer me his spare bedroom for my little weekend holiday in Chocolate City. There had always been something about the air in Washington that allowed the little head to take control of all higher functions. It was evident in the eyes of every man. Symbolic islands drifting together pulled by the gravity of pulsing cocks. I thought I had drawn a line that I wouldn’t cross, but the older I get the harder it becomes to see. I told myself as a consolation, he was ugly. But in truth, I wanted the sensation of his hips pressed against my thighs.

I was hungry. The smell of burgers with bacon, double meat and trans fats announced as neon beacons asking – clog thy Willie? I think not! Instant Chinese wasn’t much better, but it wasn’t as bad as the burger and fries. The food court on the second floor proved interesting. I found a spot advantageous to people watching with all the gender bias I could put into the art. The “obvious” twenty something’s were wearing their jeans teasingly snug in the crotch and hips, cut low around the waist – the next reincarnation of fashion. I shot the obligatory glance at a fine woman here and there just to throw a little confusion to anyone who caught me staring. Old habit. Still single and horny at 42, perhaps I could have done things a bit differently. I wondered if I’d be telling myself that ten years from that moment. It didn’t matter. Nature was calling.

I sipped more tea and kept an eye peeled on the bathroom to see who was going in, how long they stayed, and if instinct cast its veil. The traffic around the food court was pretty heavy and the layout of the restroom was all wrong. The lower level proved to be buzz worthy of what I was looking for. Finishing off the last of my snack, I headed toward the down escalator. There was a bookstore, coffee stand and a luggage shop that gave a partial view of who went in and out of the men’s room. Not a lot of traffic between arrivals and departures, and the entryway provided plenty warning. Turning into the bookstore I caught glance of a familiar profile out the corner of my eye. Pretending not to notice that he had noticed, I turned my back and picked up an issue of Ethnic Cuisine. His wife or so I thought, was saying something about the time. Something about a delay and souvenirs. Business. Kids. Crowded. Love. Concert. Wonderful friend. A lot of cooing. She was definitely trying too hard! I stopped listening. Shortly after they went to the seating area where he left her engrossed in the pages of a book and headed toward the toilet. After about a minute or so I figured he was involved in some serious number two or waiting. “Can I help you find anything?” His wife was an attractive woman, perhaps eight or nine years his junior. Why was I trying to figure that out?

“Sir?” I hadn’t noticed the sales clerk speaking to me. She reminded me of Carol Burnett. I smiled graciously and put back the magazine.

“No thank you. I was just browsing.” I left the store and headed toward the bathroom. Rounding the corner I slowed my pace intentionally as though trying to sneak up on a cat, kept my steps soft and pushed the door. He was standing at the urinal with two empty spaces to his right. No dividers. Perfect. I slid my bag over by the sink next to his and he turned to see who had walked in. I gave a polite nod and stepped over. With practice you can check out a guys cock without him even knowing. The guy next to me still had work to do in that department. When I saw his head angling for my prick, I turned to look him in the eye and gave a half smile. Redness shot into his face. He swallowed, shifted then fumbled for his zipper. “So where are you headed” I asked, which threw him a bit and he just sort of stood there holding his dick not knowing whether to put it away or to play out the scene.

“Um. Actually a business trip” New York or some place East. I didn’t really care what his answer had been. I just wanted to get my rise and get out.

“Business trip. With your wife?”

“She’s not my wife” he started but then trailed off. I looked down at his cock and thrust my chin forward as if to point out that he wore a wedding band. Yes, he was married but the lady hanging on his arm was not the Misses.

“No need to explain” I said and started to piss. On queue my dick started to swell and slow the flow to a trickle. I let out a breath of relief that was a little unnecessary, I could see that his cock had started doing a little rising of its own. I realized I was already crossing the imaginary line I’d drawn earlier. What excuse had I made to dismiss him? He slyly started stroking his cock and turned without shame to stare at me and did something I hadn’t expected, he reached over, grabbed my throbbing meat and pulled me to him. The precum oozed out and lubed the head of my fully erect prick. I smirked at the shine his drip gave. His hand found the back of my neck and before I could stop him our mouths came together. I didn’t really want to stop and was turned on by my flow of nerves. I could smell sex, cum, piss, pine, chlorine, sharp and penetrating. The pressure between my thighs, his shaft pressed against mine, his clear silky seed glistened in my pubes. I thought I heard someone. I had to stop before I turned a deaf ear to the door. I started to pull away. “Wait” he begged. His voice was a tremble. A look of hunger and desperation flooded his face. He jerked off furiously and grabbed me harder than I liked as though trying to pull my cock from where it stood. I reached for and fastened the button of my pants. Tried to straighten my shirt thinking about the time I’d gotten caught. He saw what I was doing and quickly dropped to his knees before I could take the next step. “I’m Jason” he whispered.

In my head I was already out the door. I’d seen what I came to see, got my sexual buzz on, and now it was no longer safe. “I could get arrested” was drowned out by the sound of my heart racing in my ear and then the sweetest thing I’d felt, the inside of a warm mouth. I froze and he gripped the back of my hips forcing the thrust that came too willingly. He gagged a little, and I felt myself slide in and curve down the back of his throat and all memories of consequence seeped down the drain. Looking down I saw his cock point straight up pressed against his belly. I wasn’t certain if that was its natural angle or simply the fact that he was resting his butt on the heels of his feet. There was a cool feeling in one of my hands as my leg had started to shake uncontrollably. The pleasure I felt at losing my body to that man had taken over. I grabbed a pipe to shift my weight. The moisture that had collected there felt cool to the touch. The timing of my thrust had increased to some rhythm with origins in some primitive life. Humping his mouth to bring on the nut, I hoped he’d swallow. He looked as though he’d do anything to please me. “Yeah. You like sucking a strangers cock don’t you Jason?” I goaded him and he responded that he’d take all I had to give. “You don’t get much dick from your girl” I laughed. He responded by cupping my balls in his hands, pulled them so that they hung outside my fly and started to bath me with his tongue. “You deserve some cock in your life don’t you boy! You need some cock Jason. Is that what you want?” He looked at me and begged.

“Can you fuck me, please. I just need to get fucked is all.” I smiled and slapped my dick across his face and the sound echoed in the silence of solid walls. I dragged and pushed the head against his closed eye leaving a moist trail. Brip. Then bending down to reach behind him I slid my hand that was wet from the pipes down the back of his pants. The crack of his ass served as the map to what I might find. My index finger and its closest friend found joy in the thickening fur the closer I edged them to the final stop. Brap. He arched, head bent down to the floor, his hands anchored my feet and my finger slid in. “Yes” was what I heard and then a final click, someone was coming. I could feel his ass grip my finger three quick times in secession before I removed it from his puckered hole. He gasped and realized the sound of wheels on tile and shot up from the floor grazing the side of my face. Ouch. We both snapped to attention facing the urinal as though a sergeant had yelled ATTENTION! My heart was pounding, his shirt half un-tucked, and my balls not cooperating got nicked by my zipper. Two throbbing cocks hovering over urinals refusing to surrender. The proverbial white flag was the cum rag offered through the intrusion of a stranger.

The guy that came checked himself in the mirror and headed toward the stalls. Jason was slowly stroking his cock to the rhythm of the other mans steps that neither of us had turned to see. His foot falls stopped behind us and changed direction where he parked right next to me, and whipped out a semi hard uncut dark brown Asian cock. It was obvious what was going on but he seemed stiff and too afraid to look. There was a recognizable gasp from my left and I saw Jason wasting his seed in the urinal. One, two, three, too many bullets to count. Wads onto the porcelain. Drip drop. It raced down like stallions at a six lane track in distinct trails. His body involuntarily slumped forward, back, then forward again. The guy next to me pretended not to notice. Jason quickly became the outward heterosexual on a business trip with his mistress after his spasm. Tucked his shirt, started to say something but didn’t and was gone before his jizz had even settled. After a moment I turned to the guy standing next to me. I looked down at his cock and thrust my chin forward pointing out that he wore a wedding band. I returned his knowing smirk, zipped up, grabbed my bag and left him in the echoes of my footsteps. Outside in the fresh air, I lit a cigarette and felt the stickiness of Jason on my balls. My friends Toyota rounded the corner shortly after I finished my stag and he greeted him with a warm familiar smile. “You haven’t been waiting too long I hope.”

“Nah. The train just got here only a few minutes ago.”

“Are you hungry?”

“I’m starved” I told him. “Let’s go to that little place you like. What was the name of it?”

“Cafe Asia.”

“That’s it. For some reason I’m craving Pan Asian.”

I always did have a big appetite.