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He turned around with his engorged memeber in hand and continued pumping on it with his hand. I watched him, his eyes closed to mere slits in his face, and his face screwed up in an expression of what looked like intense pain, but I knew better. Biting down on his lip, he let out a sharp, quick groan and released his supply of semen. It shot out in large white globs, a couple of which hit me. "Ahhh, that was great, Alex," he said, breathing hard, his cock slowly growing limp as he stood under the shower head. "I liked it too," I answered, scrubbing his semen off my body. "Maybe we can do that again some time. Like at my place or yours," Tim suggested. "Sure," I answered.

Corey was a hustler. He was a rare one. He was self-admitted
and happy in his work. It was hard to guess his occupation from
his genial facial expression. He stood out from all the other
solemn-faced hustlers like a bright new penny in a jar of old
ones.

Corey probably could have been in the movies if he had the
drive or the inclination. For he certainly had the looks and the
body. He certainly was happy the way things were.
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Hewas about 18 I assume, but it was difficult to tell. Dark hair

and deep brown eyes. He was about five feet eight and had an athletic

build.

“Can I give you a lift, there’s a spare helmet in the back box.”

“Thanks very much mate.”

“Where are you going?”

“About twelve miles along this road, well I live just a bit off

but if you drop me at the turning I can walk from there.”

“That’s O.K. I’ll go all the way.”

“Good, that would be super.”

“Have you ever back-ridden before?”

“No, well not on one of these.”

“Well just hold on tight and stick close behind me. Don’t try to

stay upright when I lean the bike, now climb up and when we are near

your turning tap me on the left or right shoulder and I will take the

next left or right turn.”

“O.K. you’re the gov.”

He climbed up and slid himself forward till he was close behind

me. Instead of holding the seat he put his arms round my waist; obvi-

ously not been a back-rider before. We started off, and gathered

speed. There are some people who find the vibration and motion of a

big bike rather stimulating, perhaps that’s why I like bikes, all that

power throbbing between my thighs. I think it must have affected him,

as he pressed harder into my back, and I was sure I could feel quite a

hard bulge pressing against my rear. A few more miles and I felt his

hands slip down from my waist to my hips, then slowly he moved his

hands down onto my cock. The inevitable happened and my cock began to

stir and rise. He didn’t take his hand away, but cupped my swelling

bulge. Suddenly I felt a tap on my left shoulder so I regained concen-

tration, slowed and turned left up a little lane. I saw a cottage in

the distance on the right and then felt a tap on my right shoulder. I

slowed and stopped at the entrance to the drive of the cottage. He

slid off the back and removed the helmet. He stood next to me and

asked “Would you like a coffee or something before you go. I’d like to

thank you. There’s nobody in, my parents are on holiday.”

It was a bit chilly and I hadn’t had a drink since lunch. I looked

at him, and the thrusting bulge in his tracksuit. Why not.

“That would be great,” I replied. I parked the bike and went in

after him.

“Here, let me take your jacket. I’ve put the coffee on, I’m just

going to get out of these trousers, the damp has got in them. Make

yourself at home. By the way my name is Wayne.”

“Thanks, I’m Nick.” I watched as that tight little arse walked out

of the room. Don’t be silly, he would never go for someone my age; and

anyway he had done nothing since we stopped to indicate he wanted any-

thing like that; just my imagination.

I heard a door click in the kitchen and the rattle of cups. A

minute or two later Wayne came in with two cups of coffee, and very

little else. Gone was his tee-shirt and trainers. Gone were the track-

suit trousers. He was wearing a pair of white shorts. At first I

thought they were boxers, cut high in the legs, but no they were run-

ning shorts; and the way things hung and moved I could see there was

nothing underneath but flesh.

He handed me a cup and said “Sugar is on the table.”

He went across to a low table and bent down to put sugar in his

coffee. The material pulled tight across his cheeks, showing how

round, firm and neat it was. I could have grabbed it right then but,

wow Nick!, don’t be silly. I got my sugar and we stood drinking and

making small talk. He was just 16 it turned out. He’d been out walking

and was on his way home when I came across him. His parents we away in

Paris for a long weekend and so he was looking after himself for five

days. So far he had been O.K. but there were still three days to go.

I turned to put my cup on the fire surround, Wayne had finished

his. Suddenly I felt his arms slip round me again. “I enjoyed back-

riding with you. I felt very exhilarated. How did you feel?”

I turned and looked at him, he had a mischievous look in his eyes.

“Well, I, er felt….”

“I know how you felt, I felt it!” As he said this his hand reached

forward and cupped the bulge in my jeans. I could see the swelling in

his shorts, thick and thrusting against the material; and probing down

his right leg. It must almost have reached the bottom. “I like to feel

a cock in jeans,” he said.

“Look”, I replied, “I don’t want to seem uninterested, but I can’t

understand why a youngster like you, as good looking and well built as

you, would want to bother with someone my age!”

“Well first, I don’t like people my own age, no experience nor

staying power. Secondly there is very little around here at all. And

thirdly you are here and I am turned on. Are you going to say no?” He

was slipping my zip down as he said this. I didn’t say no. He slipped

his hand into my jeans and very gently massaged my ever swelling cock.

I ran my hands over that firm hairless, muscular body. As I caressed

his small but firm nipples he gave a low moan of pleasure. Slowly I

ran my hands across his chest and back, lower and lower, until I

reached his shorts. I took hold of that swelling cock through the thin

material. Another deep moan of pleasure.

Suddenly he burst into action. His hands were under my tee-shirt.

He pushed it up. Sucking my nipples he almost tore the tee-shirt off

me. Then hands slid down to my waist and my jeans were undone and

slipped over my thighs. “You’ve got a great arse”. He said, “Really

small and round for your age, so neat and tight.”

The with a shove I was flat on my back on a couch. My boots and

socks were ripped off, my jeans followed. He came forward and I

slipped my hand up the leg of his shorts and took hold of that firm

youthful cock. He froze for a moment, then relaxed and groaned with

pleasure. I moved my hand up and down the shaft. I could feel he was

uncut, and there was just a little hair around the base. His balls

were firm and full.

I stood up before him and put my hands on his waist. My nipples

were lust in line and he nibbled and sucked them for a moment. I slid

down to my knees and slowly slipped those shorts down over his arse.

His cock, almost six inches I would guess, thrust out straight and

proud from his body. All reticence went, I slipped my lips over that

young shaft and sucked and tongued it. He groaned and moaned, as I

tongued the tip he writhed with pleasure. Then he pulled me off him

and up.

It was his turn, and he dropped in front of me. He nibbled my cock

through the material of my briefs, and then pulled them down with his

teeth; all the time squeezing and massaging my arse. He licked and

kissed his way up my legs and slipped his smooth young lips over my

cock. It filled his mouth and he gagged a bit but sucked long and

deep. I didn’t know how much more of that I could take. He stopped and

stood up. Pulling my head down he kissed me, our tongues probing and

touching. Then he led me upstairs to a bedroom.

“Please lay on the bed, across not end to end. I want to see and

handle all of you. Your cock is long and very thick, a beauty.”

“So is yours”, I replied, “And you also have a nice bum.”

He open a drawer in the bedside cabinet and took out a plastic

bottle. He poured something into his hand and started to rub my cock

again. It was baby oil. He rubbed it all over my cock and balls, and

down between my legs. “Please rub some into my cock too, Sir,” he

asked.

I slowly rubbed it all over his cock and balls. By now he had his

legs and bum near my head and was reaching down to my legs. He lifted

the left legs and rubbed oil into my arse. He probed the hole and I

moaned. My arse is very very sensitive, but very little used.

“You enjoyed that didn’t you?” he asked.

“Yes,” I replied in a horse whisper.

He moved and positioned himself between my legs. He lifted my legs

onto his shoulders and started to rub more oil into my cock. It felt

great and I closed my eyes with pleasure. I felt his finger at my arse

again and it probed inside; no that was no finger. I open my eyes and

looked at Wayne. He had a look of pure pleasure on his face as he slid

hid cock into my arse. He thrust in time with the rubbing of my cock,

and each thrust produced a deep satisfied moan.

I thought he was going to cum, but no, he pulled out of me. He

climbed up and sat on my stomach. He rubbed my throbbing rock hard

cock, which was behind him and against his arse. Then he lifted him-

self and position my cock against his bum hole. Slowly he lowered him-

self, but as it pushed in he froze and moaned, this time with pain.

“I want it, but its so big, please I want it!” He pushed down

again, but as soon as I was a bit more in he stopped and I could see

the expression of pain on his face.

“Don’t worry Wayne, if you can’t manage it, don’t hurt yourself.”

“But I want it, and the pain is good as well as bad.” He pushed

down some more and I was almost in when he stopped. “Ohhhh! God it is

big!”

I could see it was really hurting, but he would not stop pushing

down. I could also feel just how tight he was. He pushed once more and

so I took a hand. As I felt his pressure go on I thrust up with my

hips as hard as I could. He yelled, screamed, and I slid into that

tight arse.

“Oh God, thank you,” he said and fell onto my chest.

I slowly drew out and thrust again, he moaned and move. I repeated

the thrust and withdrawal, he sat up. Now he was moving, up and down,

pushing so hard he almost had my balls in him as well. Up and down, up

and down, moaning and groaning and writhing in pleasure.

“Oh no, I’m going to cum without touching myself, Oh God, Oh God

Oh……”

He pumped up and down, faster and faster; then with a mighty down-

ward push that nearly sent me through the bottom of the bed he shoot

his young warm juices all over my chest and face. He fell forward onto

his own cum and rubbed it in with his body. He licked my face clean.

Slowly he rose from off me. He licked my body clean of his cum,

slowly working down to mt now dripping rampant cock. His lips closed

over it, and he sucked long and deep. My hand slid between his legs

and I played with his now soft cock. In no time he was hard again and

he eagerly sucked me, and I fucked his mouth. I knew I couldn’t hold

out much longer.

He was sucking as hard as he could and fucking my hand. My body

lifted in an arc off the bed and I gave a mighty moan and froze. My

hot cum shot into his eager mouth, over and over again. The first wave

caused him to cum a second time. He sucked and swallowed and sucked

and swallowed. At last I was empty. He licked my softening cock and my

balls. Then he slid onto the bed beside me.

We must have fallen asleep very quickly. It was pitch black we

woke up.

“I don’t suppose you could stay the night could you?”

“I haven’t got any things Wayne.”

“You’ll only need a toothbrush and a lot of stamina; and I’ve got

a spare toothbrush.”

When I eventually got home late the next day I slept for 15 hours.

Wayne was the best back-rider I’ve ever had.

The day started like most that I had been at my special place. I removed the blanket from its hiding place and spread it out on the grass. I slowly stripped off my male clothes and started to prepare for my transformation into “Becky”, my female persona. I removed a mirror from the small bag that I brought along with me. I carefully applied the make-up starting with the foundation followed by blush, eyeliner, mascara, and finally bright red lipstick. I check a last time before I was satisfied with the job before I pulled the mid-back length black curly wig out of the bag. I adjusted it into place and started to brush it out. Once I was happy with the way it looked, I began to concentrate on getting dressed.

I sat down on the blanket and started rolling the sheer black nylons that I had just bought. I slowly pulled them up my shaven legs and smoothed them into place. This was followed by a black lace garter belt, which was attached to the nylon tops. Next I pulled out the silicone breast that I ordered over the Internet. I spray the medical grade adhesive onto the back of each breast before pressing them into place.
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Stranger in journey

By: crazy guy

Hi, this is crazy back with another story for all gay lovers I got good response for my previous postings I hope youТll enjoy and have a immediate jerk off after reading this. Send me your comments or wants loverguycrazy@yahoo.co.in. I remember the sound of luggage rolling across concrete as he turned. The ripple he made in time frozen on my brain, the image of his sway. I stole that parting glance and tasted the air through which he had passed, brushing against me a sweet memory. He said something, or hinted at something perhaps but only to my eyes. It was understood, the secret that can be bought between men. In the past it went unnoticed by most, but things are a bit different now. A moment cannot be held at leisure. It cannot be savored that way. The rings on his finger said leave it, but the glint in his eye begged and beckoned.

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 тАУ that same girl heТd sat next to on the train. Part of me wondered if she was trying too hard. It wasnТt 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 wouldnТt 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 wasnТt much better, but it wasnТt 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 somethingТs 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 IТd be telling myself that ten years from that moment. It didnТt 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 menТs 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 hadnТt 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 didnТt really care what his answer had been. I just wanted to get my rise and get out.

“Business trip. With your wife?”

“SheТs 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 IТd 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 hadnТt 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 didnТt 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 IТd gotten caught. He saw what I was doing and quickly dropped to his knees before I could take the next step. “IТm Jason” he whispered.

In my head I was already out the door. IТd 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 IТd 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 wasnТt 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 heТd swallow. He looked as though heТd do anything to please me. “Yeah. You like sucking a strangers cock donТt you Jason?” I goaded him and he responded that heТd take all I had to give. “You donТt 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 donТt 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 didnТt 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 havenТt been waiting too long I hope.”

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

“Are you hungry?”

“IТm starved” I told him. “LetТs go to that little place you like. What was the name of it?”

“Cafe Asia.”

“ThatТs it. For some reason IТm craving Pan Asian.”

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