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Date: Thu, 11 Jan 1996 21:40:18 UTC
Subject: (story m/m) The Case of the Missing Hard-on
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Title:  The Case of the Hunk with the missing hard-on!
Author: Jon Schluken (an486159@anon.penet.fi)
Description: gay male sex, cycling dudes, mostly vanilla

WARNING:

This story contains explicit sexual activity between consenting
partners. Do not read this if you might be offended by such
material.


notes:

1. Experts consider swallowing ejaculate to be a high risk sexual
activity. Play Safe! Don't swallow cum. No fucking without a
condom.
2. if you want to personalize the story, search & replace on
"Adam" or "Jon"














Adam: The Case of the Hunk with the missing hard-on!

Adam is the kind of guy that you notice when he passes you by on
the street. At 6'4 and 23, this tall youthful blond guy is
already a major hunk, but what you really notice are his bright
eyes* and amazing smile.  Adam always has a great positive
attitude, very "up", but not to the point of being bubbly or
silly. And you can tell to look at him that he is a "golden boy",
popular from the day he was born, charming and charmed. Until
this incident, I have never seen Adam with a hair out of place.

I first say Adam at the opening dinner, sitting at the
"California" table: ten tall, blond, handsome men all sitting
together -- man, I've got to visit that place sometime! [I
thought it was only like that in the movies!] His talking voice
is quite loud, and has a real edge to it that carried tidbits of
conversation across the room: "Mountain biking ... snowboarding
... Bay area ... conservative Republican ... business major ...
Raves ... girls ... camping & nature". Which sums up quite well
all that I have subsequently learned about him. But what I really
associate with that memory is the wonderful smell that I sniffed,
as I followed him out of the room. Like some sweet, erotic
cologne -- something new that I had never sensed before.

We slowly became friends over the course of the month, and the
main interest that we had in common was biking, although he was
much more experienced than me. We both had the same model "Rocky
Mountain Racer". I forget exactly how I came out to him -- I
think that we were just talking about past relationships, and it
came up naturally in conversation. He was shocked, but pretended
to be cool. I think it shattered a few of his ideas about
stereotypes. Plus, he'd said some rather negative, homophobic
things in the past, and now felt embarrassed about it.

Eventually I accepted his challenge to bike the infamous
Kortright trail. On the first leg of our tour up the escarpment,
Adam wiped out on the descent. He ended soaked up to his ankles
in mud -- that is, from his head to his ankles covered in mud,
with his shoes sticking out of the mire, quite clean. When I went
over to check him out, a big grin of pearly whites greeted me,
contrasted against a brown, mucky face. What a smile -- just the
kind that makes me melt! It threw me off enough for him to trick
me, pulling me right in to the mud on top of him. As we wrestled
around for a bit, I noticed two things. A spark between us,
something different then before -- and a hard dick in his pants!

His bike, however, hit a stump that took out his top two gears.
Lucky for me, otherwise I never would have been able to keep up
to him for the rest of the day. By the time we got back to his
Victoria Street apartment, we were spent.

We hosed off the bikes, each other and then took off upstairs to
the shower. I saw a moment of panic on his face -- as he suddenly
realized he was about to shower with a big fag! But he pulled
himself together, remained cool. While I showered, he washed his
outer layer of clothes in the tub. I took the hint and let him
shower in complete privacy, while I dried off and quietly rifled
through his room: no drugs, no smokes, no liquor, no porn -- a
room as transparent as the guy himself. Just a drawer full of
sexy underwear. I also found some pictures of his ex-girlfriend,
and a letter which revealed that they had broken up just two
weeks ago.

He returned from the shower all covered up in socks, long-johns
and an Abbey bathrobe. As we chatted, I noticed Adam had a
periodic spasm on his shoulder, and I was dying to ask him if he
wanted a massage, but I didn't. He beat me to it -- "Hey, I trust
you, Jon. I'm dying for a massage. But touch my butt, and you're
toast!" So a light shoulder massage turned into a full body
massage: and what a body it was! Surprisingly, he's not at all
muscular -- just smooth and lean all over. Nice legs, beautiful
hands and feet. Adam was cool and relaxed. And I noticed that
great smell again. It wasn't cologne or soap -- just Adam.

Meanwhile, he was chatting about childhood friends, his ex,
etc... and finally came the Freudian slip. He was sitting looking
in the mirror, as I stood behind him massaging his shoulders.
"I'm all horny today", he muttered, presumably referring to his
hair, and not the growing bulge in his crotch. And then he looked
away, out of my gaze, and giggled nervously. He stood up, and
walked over to the window. I waited a few seconds, gathered up
all my courage, and then walked over behind him, just barely
pressing my body against his. He half-turned his head, and,
shivering,  I kissed him on the cheek. He turned around to face
me straight-on. "Don't", he whispered, closed his eyes and gently
placed his hands on my shoulders, pushing me down on my knees.
His robe opened a crack.

I gently tugged it open, revealing a delicious golden trail of
the finest hair from his navel on down. Real blond pubic hair,
and a marvellous dick, about 7" soft but thick. I started licking
his small, low-hanging balls, first holding his cock away, then
taking them both in my mouth with his cock flopped along my nose.
Smelled great -- that wonderful scent of squeaky clean guy.
Moaning, he seemed to really get off on this ball play, and I
stuck with it for some time. But before he got rock hard, I
wanted that cock in my mouth -- there's nothing that I love more
than the feeling of a cock going hard between my jaws. I sucked
him gently, then rough ... playing with the head, back to the
balls, and licking all around. But nothing would get this guy
hard! He was obviously turned on, since he was moaning, and
stroking my head, though still with his eyes tightly shut.

Suddenly I startled him by pushing him backwards onto the waiting
bed, and really went to town: stroking his shaft while sucking
the head, nibbling on his balls and inner thigh plus some hard
bobbing action. Then I retreated up the bed to his pecs, sucking
on one nipple, nibbling on another ... put he pushed my head away
back down towards his flaccid dick. I knew that one finger up his
tight ass would do the trick, but if I tried he would bolt from
the room.

So this time, I repositioned myself so that I was sucking his
dick from above, resting my torso on his stomach, and giving him
a close-up view of my own throbbing member, should he choose to
open his eyes and look. 

Mind you, sucking a flaccid cock is still great -- something I'd
never done much of before! Especially one the size of his.  The
smell and taste were amazing, and he's quite a leaky guy, giving
me a good idea of the taste of what was yet to cum. I was ready
for a slurp of this sweet, thick seed.

When I looked back, Adam had his eyes wide open, and was
exploring around my fiery crotch -- not touching, just sniffing
and looking. His lips were almost touching my dick head, and I
was now sprouting the hardest erection of my life. I can't
believe it: I'm in bed with this gorgeous strayt dude, and he is
just about to swallow my dick! I twitched my waist, and my cock
sprung down to touch his lips. Panicked, he looked down and saw
me watching, turned his head away, then reached down to encourage
me to suck harder.

After about another 5 minutes of sucking on his sack, I glanced
up and saw that he was ogling my balls again, and his lips were
closed, but right up against my dick head.

That's when I lost it. Without him ever having touched my cock, I
shuddered with a ball-wrenching orgasm, and came. The first
spurts jumped onto his lips with a smack. And then the gushing
geyser poured wave after wave of cum onto his lips, tongue, and
into his now open mouth. I finally felt his gentle tongue on my
dick, licking off the last drops of cum, and finally sucking the
head for more. As soon as he saw my orgasm, his dick grew in my
mouth into a rip-roaring hard-on. I started pumping the rock hard
shaft and could hardly get my mouth back around it because of the
increased girth. 

After he had sucked me dry, Adam jumped off the bed, grabbed me
by the ears and started fucking my face! After a few minutes of
furious ramming, he reached down and added a finger into my
mouth, so he could feel his cock sliding in and out, feel his
balls slapping against my chin. 
I grabbed onto his balls, and started pulling down, straining
against the forces of his pulsing cock. "I'm cumming", he warned.
He pulled out, and the first blast hit my forehead, my cheeks --
what an incredible sight! Seeing this magnificent cock exploding
from just inches away! When his spurts started slowing down, I
grabbed him by the balls, and aimed his cum-soaked dick into my
mouth. I sucked the glowing head between my lips, and as I
sucked, a new tidal wave of cum started flowing. A spurt hit the
back of my throat, covered my tongue and swirled around my mouth.
Finally, his semen flowed, then dribbled and finally stopped.
Adam was in ecstacy! I kept sucking, finally deep throating his
tool. This hard-won hard-on wasn't about to quit!

I've never seen a guy come twice in rapid succession before.
After moaning through some excellent deep throating, he pulled
his cock out and started stroking it rapidly with his hand along
the shaft, with his cock-head firmly planted in my dripping
mouth. He shot one fucking huge final wad, like a cannonball. I
swallowed in one gulp, and Adam collapsed in my arms. "Don't kiss
me... let's just cuddle." I wrapped my fingers around his
continued erection, and we both fell into a deep sleep...

* fake contacts: Bausch & Lomb (Blue#2)

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