Date: Sun, 14 May 2006 02:09:55 -0400 (EDT)
From: L <lf-sex@excite.com>
Subject: taylors-moment (Chapter 4) [gay/adult friends]

The following story contains graphic sexual scenes between a young male
and an older male. If material of this nature offends you, you should not
read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in most
states you are not allowed to read this story by law.
This story is purely a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons
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"TAYLOR'S MOMENT": Chapter 4

By: Foster
*Mr. Denton*

I felt the first coolness of dusk in the breeze on my back as I laid my
body against the warmth of Taylor's chest. My cum felt liquid and still
warm on our skin as I listened to the rising and falling of this young
man's breath. Gently, Taylor storked my back as we both came down from,
what was for me, an earth-shattering orgasm. Judging from the way his
cock spasmed inside me, Taylor had a huge orgasm as well, shooting a huge
load into the condom.

I could not believe this turn of events... my fantasy had been both
realized and surpassed. But, now what? No.. I would not focus on those
thoughts right now. I just wanted to enjoy this moment; I would worry
about the possible ramifications later.

Finally, after a time, I sat up, easing Taylor's still firm cock from my
ass as we both rolled over on to our sides facing each other. Time
resumed its forward march as I grabbed a towel from the floor near the
bed and began to gently clean my copious load off Taylor's torso. Taylor
reached down, eased off the full condom, tied it and laid in the trash
can by the bedside table. As I then lay back on the bed, swiping the the
towel down my own front, Taylor spoke for the first time since our
orgasm.

"Mr. Denton... That was fucking awesome.... I can't believe we just did
that..."

"Yeah Taylor," I said, "It was....incredible"

Simultaneously, we reached out and stroked each other's chests.
Surprisingly, there was no post-coital awkwardness. Instead, I looked
down to find both his cock and my own engorging with blood, promising the
potential of a second round.


*Coach [Justin] Terry*

Justin walked in the door of his small apartment and pushed the door shut
with a frustrated bang.
"FUCK! What am I doing?", he thought. "Why did I get into this job with
all the tight Speedos and hunky guys?" "And Jon...Oh Lord...Why did he
have to bump into me today?" He looked down at his erection which pressed
obscenely against the fabric of his soft, increasingly threadbare, denim
jeans. The head of his cock pressed forcefully into the worn fabric which
had faded into a likeness of his now throbbing meat. Reaching down into
his jeans, he readjusted himself, trying to get a comfortable place for
his balls to ride. Walking into the kitchen, he grabbed himself a drink
from the fridge and paced back out into the front room and over to the
couch. As he sat down, he grabbed the remote and flicked on the TV.

What greeted his eyes did not help his hopelessly aroused situation....
the adult gay channel... his only outlet of sexual release as of late...
was still in place where he had watched porn flicks the night before. His
eyes beheld a scene straight out of his most sordid fantasies. He watched
intently as the young player in the onscreen locker room was in the
shower with someone, obviously a coach or a trainer who was wearing
nothing but his whistle and a smile. Justin's cock pulsed painfully as he
recalled Jon's firm schlong sandwiched lengthwise between his firm ass
cheeks. He remembered the feel of Jon's firm torso against his back, his
nipples stiff against the skin of his back. Justin reached down and gave
his own nipple a playful tug through his T-shirt. Rubbing his cock, he
thought about how long it had been since he and his partner, Mathias, had
had sex. After four years, he was still attracted to his partner, but he
had serious doubt about Mathias' continued sexual attraction to him.
Lately it seemed less and less a partnership and more an arrangement of
convenience... Mathias' convenience that is.

When they first met, Justin allowed his heart to be completely taken by
Mathias {Matt, sometimes, for short...}. They did everything together.
Having waited a while before having sex, something fairly unusual these
days, he had felt fairly safe in the relationship. However, the
relationship had seemingly cooled; Matt seemed to have little or no
interest in him, although he could often comment on other men he saw out
and about. Further, when or if they ever did have sex, it was usually
only after a round of drinking, so, sometimes, it seemed that their
sex-life just was not "all that" for Mathias anymore. The heavy smoking
which usually accompanied the heavy drinking made Justin feel lethargic
after being exposed to it, even if only for a while, and his sinuses
invariably would close up, making his job the next day in the pool even
more difficult. But for now, all this was moot.

Now, in this moment his body was demanding the first release after a
long, horn-dogged day of looking at tight, tanned, muscular male bodies.
Justin felt the material of his T-shirt brush against his pecs as his
eased his T-shirt over his head. He unsnapped the top button of his pants
and eased out his burning cock, which flexed as the cool air hit it.
Justin then reached down a bit deeped and released his balls from their
secure moorings in his jeans. Sitting down on the sofa, Justin eased
himself back into the cushions and too matters into his own hands.
Forcing his jeans below his knees, and speading his legs into a
diamond-shaped pair of wings, Justin felt his abs tense as the pressure
in his balls rapidly built. Thinking back, he could still feel the heat
of Jon's cock, its hardness pressing into his crack.

"God...", Justin thought,"...Jon's meat must be at least seven or eight
inches long..."

Justin's eyes flahed over to the TV screen where now both guys were nude
in the showers, their cocks straining in the pixelated spray. Justin's
throbbing meat arched into his hands. Letting one hand drift still lower,
he carressed his balls and pressed a finger lightly against his firm
puckered hole. Rubbing it in slow concentric circles, he felt a tingle in
his straining cock. He felt the pearl of precum pulse from the tip of his
cock and he was hot for the slickness it provided to his hand. He reached
down, swiped another drop from the tip of his cock and eased that finger
into his mouth. Reaching down again, Justin began to stroke his cock in
earnest, the mental picture of Jon's cock firmly established in his head.

Suddenly, the front door pops open as Mathias pushes his way into the
scene. Startled, Justin jerked up, cock still firmly in hand.

Rolling his eyes slightly, Mathias said, "Oh, hi... I'll just be a
second..."

Hot and bothered, but not really expecting any response, Justin quipped,
"How 'bout joining me?"

"Nah... I'm going downtown," replied Mathias as he grabbed his spare pack
of smokes.

"Where are you going?" asked Justin, his cock starting to soften.

"To the bar!" snapped Mathias.

"Again?!?", Justin snapped back.

"What do you mean,'Again?!?', Justin?"

"Well Mathias, you're down there, if not every damn day, then just about
every day..."

"Whatever...", muttered Mathias as he turned to the door. "Later... and
how about cleaning this place up? Your shit is everywhere! Why do you
think I have to go to the bar? If you kept a clean house, I would not
have to go out!"

"You went to the bar before I had all this stuff in here. You'd become
quite the town drunk by your own efforts long before you met me."

Justin, his cock now soft, surveyed the surroundings. Perhaps some of
Justin's growing doubts were true. Perhaps it was true after all: Love is
blind... and deaf... and dumb... and... *sigh*. It was also true that he
did have a lot of stuff stacked about. Some of it was his, but much of it
was from where his sister had to move from their childhood home and he
just had not had a chance to go through it to either store the stuff or
dispose of it at the Goodwill. Then his eyes were drawn to the clumsily
hidden stash of Mathias' beer cans in the corner by the recliner where he
had gotten drunk every night the past several weeks, and he felt his
insides writhe in anger. He also took notice of the trash Mathias had
begun to just drop here and there. All of the shit messing up the house
was not his...

Pushing his growing anger down once again, Justin gritted through his
teeth, "I'll try to work on it."

To which Mathias responded, "Yeah, I see what you're working on. You've
said that before." Turning into the doorway, he continued, "Well, you
don't want me to get into it; I'll throw it all away!"

Before he could respond in turn, the door shut firmly leaving Justin
alone once again and overwhelmed with both his situation and his
loneliness.
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