Date: Sat, 19 Oct 2002 18:59:26 -0500
From: Russell S. <res1961@airmail.net>
Subject: Single

SINGLE
By Russell S.
res1961@airmail.net

This story contains depictions of sex between consenting men. If you don't
like that kind of thing, find something else to do. Some depictions may not
portray the characters behaving in a sexually safe manner, but it's only a
story. Always play safe in the real world, and have fun.

SINGLE

         The place was noisy, just like all the other bars in all the other
cities Jamie had been in.  But this was his city, and his favorite bar, so
it all seemed more comfortable and a lot less imposing.  He recognized a
lot of the faces, guys he'd never taken the time to talk to simply because
he wasn't interested in them, but they still felt a little like friends all
meeting in a familiar place to socialize. He hated to admit that he
actually liked the bar, so he usually had a snide comment for anyone asking
questions. God forbid he'd come across like just another tired bar fly.  "I
can't be tired yet," he thought, "I'm too young."  But he was tired.  Tired
of looking for companionship to cover the next two or three hours, but also
tired of not finding it.  He hated the paradox of not thinking he wanted
anyone in his life, but still wanting somebody in his bed. He'd spent many
hours self-analyzing, working on ideas of how he'd gotten to this place in
his short life.  Lots of ideas came to him, but they only lasted until the
next time he began to think, then he'd start over with a whole new set of
ideas and theories.  Tonight, however, he wasn't thinking much. He was
talking to a cute guy sitting next to him at the bar.

         The conversation started out like most all of them in bars, almost
by accident. Jamie had been sitting on one of the few stools near the
corner of the bar when the cute guy walked up. He didn't look in Jamie's
direction right away, he was more interested in buying a drink. Jaime saw
him, however, and sized him up.

         "Cute face, nice legs, dark hair, toned arms and chest," Jamie
said to him self. "Just my type." He couldn't see too much else under the
loose shorts the guy wore, but guessing from his waist size he probably had
a cute, little ass, too.  Jamie loved a nice ass and the immediate spark in
his mind of what this guy looked like naked made his dick begin to
lengthen.  He continued to look at the cutie while the bartender mixed a
drink and took the money for it. The hard part now was what to do next.
Jamie hated this part of going out and sitting around, waiting to see if
anything went further than a few looks. He hated having to make the first
move or try to start a conversation. He'd had discussions with his friends
about how they met guys, but they all seemed to have the same feelings that
it was awkward to make the first move. Jamie wondered how many other guys
in the room felt exactly the same way as he did, caught between wanting to
be open and talkative, but not able to get the first word out of their
mouths. As fate would have it, the cute guy saved Jamie the trouble.

         Looking around the bar and sipping his drink, the guy glanced over
at Jamie a couple of times, then a few seconds later took a longer look.
Jamie knew that look. It was the same look he'd given the guy when he'd
first approached the bar. With a slight smile on his face, the cute guy
turned away again, but only for a minute. He seemed to be looking for
someone, but was it a nervous ploy before he decided if it was safe to try
to talk to Jamie, or was he really looking for somebody he'd recognize?
Jamie wasn't too concerned. After all, he'd been to the bar plenty of times
before, seen plenty of good looking guys, then watched them walk away and
disappear into the crowd. More likely than not, it would happen with this
guy, too. Turning back towards the bar, Jamie took a swallow of his drink
and slumped down a little bit on the barstool.

         "Is anyone sitting here?" Jamie heard from his right. Looking up
from his drink he saw it was the cute guy asking the question. "Do you
mind?" the guy asked motioning toward the barstool next to Jamie.

         "Oh. Uh, no, please go right ahead, have a seat," Jamie answered.
He was caught off guard having to speak after assuming the guy was only
passing by. He was glad his assumption had been wrong, but he wished his
answer had sounded a little less surprised. The door was now open to saying
more which gave Jamie a small boost in confidence, so he decided to run
with it. After all, the guy looked really good.

         The young man seemed pretty friendly and they begin talking. After
the obligatory, "Where are you from," "Are you here with friends," and
"How's your evening going," they got into a regular conversation, almost
like a first date. Jamie began filling in the blanks as he listened, first
of all the guy's name, Allen. As they traded questions and answers back and
forth, they learned they were the same age, 25, with birthdays only six
weeks apart. Jamie learned that Allen was in town for his job, had arrived
early that evening, and was to spend time traveling between the various
offices of customers. It was his first real job after college. Allen liked
it ok, but it got kind of lonely sometimes in unfamiliar cities. The last
time he'd been to Jamie's city he'd not even gone out of the hotel except
for meeting customers. This trip he'd been determined he wasn't going to
stay cooped up, especially over the weekend. His first meeting wasn't until
early Monday morning, but it had been cheaper to fly in Friday night and
put him in a hotel, so his company sent him early. He had two days to kill
before having anything to do with work.

         It didn't take very long before all of the standard questions had
been asked. Jamie felt himself tensing a little as he wondered how long
they'd keep talking and what would materialize, if anything. In some ways,
Jamie wished there was a polite way to let everybody know he was cruising
for sex without actually making it seem that blatant. A lot of guys he knew
wished for the same kind of arrangement, appearing to be nice and wholesome
and good boyfriend material, but inside all they wanted for now was a hot
guy naked in their bed. Jamie's predicament was how to direct the
conversation toward something more sexual, but not making it seem like he
slept around. An awkward silence took over for about half a minute, then
Allen saved the day once more.

         "So, are you single?" he asked.

         "Yeah, for about six months now," Jamie returned. "Do you have a
boyfriend back home?"

         "I did for a while, but he didn't handle my traveling very well.
We tried making things work, but being apart was too hard. And he's pretty
young, wanting everything to happen all at once. Luckily, we weren't living
together, so breaking up wasn't too big a deal. It lasted about six
months," Allen explained.

         "I can relate," Jamie added. "I had a boyfriend in college, a year
older than me, who only took two weeks after he graduated to decide things
wouldn't work since he was out of school and I still had another year. We
had a lot of fun and shared a lot of time together and it hurt like hell
when he told me what he thought. He was right, of course. You can't sit
around thinking about someone you want to be with all the time when they
can't be there anymore. At least I had the summer back home to work it all
out."

         "Did you see anyone else while you finished your last year?" Allen
asked.

         "Yeah, actually a couple of guys. One of them wasn't a student, he
worked in a restaurant close to campus, we dated for a few weeks, but I was
growing and he wasn't. I had one more relationship before I graduated, but
it didn't really go any further than the bedroom. We had a lot in common,
including a love for sex, so I think it was more just an extended sexual
encounter instead of a true relationship." Jamie realized after saying it
that he'd suddenly made sex a topic of discussion. In a way he was
relieved, now he could find out how open Allen was to hooking up.

         "Sometimes you just need that kind of engagement," Allen
responded. "I had a closeted fuck buddy or two during college." Jamie was
encouraged by Allen's frankness. At least he wasn't shy about letting Jamie
know he'd bedded a few guys. Jamie again felt his dick swell slightly as he
drew a mental picture of Allen fucking, or getting fucked.

         "So, what happened to the last guy, six months ago?" Allen
inquired as he moved his barstool slightly closer to Jamie. Their bare
knees were almost touching now and Jamie swore Allen was very lightly
brushing the hair on his legs against Jamie deliberately.  The tiny
sensations felt good and began to fuel the thoughts in his mind about what
kind of sexual partner Allen might be.

         "To be totally honest," Jamie began, "I decided I didn't want a
boyfriend any longer. At least not for a while. Looking back, it seemed
like I'd had one relationship after another after I came out in college.
There was always somebody with me, or wanting to be with me. They were all
different, and a couple of them were great guys, but I wanted to be on my
own, with nobody's help for once. I wanted to be single."

         Allen swallowed the last of his drink, then turned to the
bartender for another. "I came out after I left college, so it hasn't been
a long time for me. I couldn't get my act together and be myself back then.
It was too scary and I was too unsure. The guy I broke up with just
recently was my first real attempt to have what anyone would call a
boyfriend. Until my job settles down a little and I'm in one place most of
the time I'm not going to look too hard for another. If it happens, if
happens." Allen paid for the drink and repositioned himself on the barstool
so he could see a little more of the crowd, but remained close to Jamie.

         Pointing toward a corner of the room, Allen leaned toward Jamie
and said in a slightly lower tone, "What do you think about the guy in the
navy t-shirt and jeans?"

         Jamie took a look and had a flash of memory, but couldn't
immediately place the face. "He's pretty hot. I've seen him before, but I
can't remember where."  His expression suddenly changed and his eyes darted
away from the guy. "Now I remember."

         "Where was it," Allen asked, "a party or something?"

         Jamie hesitated to answer, wondering what Allen would think of him
if he told the truth about where he'd seen the guy in the corner. He
thought to him self, "It's not time to start lying," so he answered Allen's
question. "I saw him at one of the bathhouses in town."

         Allen grinned and looked right into Jamie's eyes. "So you're that
kind of boy," he teased, letting out a little laugh.

         Jamie looked away feeling pretty cheap. He knew some guys'
attitude toward the baths was pretty bad. They assumed all the worst things
happened there, that everybody barebacked everybody else, and the only guys
that went were the ones who couldn't find anybody at the bars or in the
chat rooms, the guys desperate for cock. Jamie had never felt desperate
when he'd been to the baths, just super horny. "I've not been in a couple
of months. It's not a habit I picked up or anything," he explained.

         "Hey," Allen came back, "it's ok with me. I mean, what's the
difference with picking up a guy in a bar and taking him home for a fuck
and going to a bathhouse for a fuck? You were safe, at least, I hope."

         "Oh, yeah, always," Jamie quickly answered. He felt a little
relief that Allen wasn't suddenly looking down his nose at him. "You're
pretty open about it. I'm glad to hear that."

         Allen lifted his drink to his mouth and swallowed. "I'm pretty
open about most everything. Other peoples' lives and habits don't bother
me. I'm only trying to take care of myself, not save the world."

         Jamie thought about Allen's comment and realized how much he was
enjoying his laid back attitude. So far during the whole conversation
nothing had come up that seemed to rattle him or piss him off. He had an
air of stability about him, and a definite aura of confidence. It all gave
Jamie a sense of security.

         Allen broke the silence with another question. "What was the
wildest thing you ever did at the bathhouse?"  Jamie looked at him and
started to blush. "Come on, don't get shy with me. I want to know." Allen
was smiling again as he coaxed Jamie into revealing a secret or two.

         Jamie stifled his blush as best he could, telling him self it was
ok to talk. He'd never really discussed any of this with his friends, but
they had never asked. He wasn't even sure if any of them knew he'd been to
the baths. It was almost an unwritten rule you didn't talk about it. Lot's
of guys did it, but heaven forbid they'd acknowledge running around in a
towel, chasing dick.

         "I know you've got to have a good, hot story for me, Jamie," Allen
prodded. "I want to hear it."

         "Let me think a minute," Jamie said. He wanted to be sure he'd
start a story that wouldn't make him look too slutty, if that was possible.
"Let me get another drink right quick and I'll see what I can come up with."

         "Cool," said Allen, smiling again.

         A couple of minutes passed while Jamie waited on his drink. That
gave him enough time to think about what he'd tell Allen. He could actually
think of a lot of things, but nothing that he considered to be wild or
outlandish. Jamie had always been pretty vanilla, even at the baths. As he
paid for his drink he decided on the story he'd tell. It wasn't very wild,
but it was one of his best times at the bathhouse, an event from only three
months earlier.

         Allen sat and looked at Jamie as the story began, appearing eager
to hear every word. Jamie wondered if Allen got a charge out of hearing
about other peoples' sex lives or if he was just making conversation. Or
maybe it was something else. Putting all his ideas about Allen's motivation
on the back burner, Jamie began his story.

         "This happened about three months ago, on a Friday night," Jamie
began. "I'd been here at the bar for about an hour and a half watching the
crowd, looking around, seeing one hot guy after another give me a two
second glance and walk away. That can be hell on your ego if you're not
used to it, but I've been around enough so it didn't bother me. I was horny
as hell, and had been all day. I hadn't planned on going to the baths, but
I usually end up going on the spur of the moment, anyway. It got to be
around 11:30, maybe midnight, and it was getting a little frustrating
wondering if anybody was going to fall into my lap. I'd had enough alcohol
to finally decide I'd make something happen somewhere else, at the
bathhouse. So I took off and headed that way.

         "You may already know, but one of them is pretty close to here.
It's the nicer of the two in town, so I usually go there. The crowd is a
little younger, too, maybe a little more clean cut, and little more pretty.
It's too bad a lot of them don't check their attitudes at the door when
they check their clothes, but that's another story. I'd paid for my room
and gone on in, didn't waste any time before stripping down and wrapping my
towel around my waist. I always try to get it kind of low on my hips. It
shows more skin that way. There were lots of guys running around, some in
towels, some in shorts, one or two just carrying their towels and showing
everything right up front. You're not supposed to do that outside of the
rooms or the wet areas, but it happens anyway and nobody seems to care
much. After the bar I was feeling a little smoky and sticky, so I walked
down to the showers. There's always a good parade of naked guys down there,
walking between the sauna and the steam room, or getting in the hot tub, or
taking a shower. If you like to just look the showers are great for that
since they are totally open. After looking at guys at the bar, watching
naked men all wet and soapy just made me want it more. I don't usually jump
right into things, and that night wasn't any different. I figure if I'm
going to be there five or six hours I ought to pace myself. And there's
always the idea that an even better looking group of guys may come in
later, so why rush into anything ten minutes after you get there.

         "I took my shower, taking my time as I looked around. Sometimes I
like to see if anybody is actually watching me, so I'll soap up all over,
then start pulling on my cock. I'll get about half hard then look around to
see who's staring. It's usually the trolls, but not always. I did see one
or two guys who looked pretty good, but they were talking to each other.
They did look my direction a couple of times, but the noise from the
running water drown out everything they were saying. I rinsed off and
grabbed my towel. I was going to check out the sauna and the steam room, so
there wasn't much reason to dry off.

         "As I opened the door to the sauna I immediately knew something
was going on. A couple of guys were almost blocking the door as they stood
in the way trying to watch somebody else. As it turned out, three guys were
right in the middle of the sauna, two of them standing, the third on his
knees sucking their cocks. They both had huge cocks, at least eight or nine
inches each, and thick. The guy on his knees was having a hard time sucking
them in very far, but he was trying. He'd suck on one, then turn to the
other. Another guy tried to get into the action, but when he realized none
of them were going to pay any attention to him he backed off and just
watched, stroking his cock. Almost the whole crowd was stroking as they
watched the guy suck the other two. All three of them were pretty hot. The
guy sucking cock looked really cute, even cuter with a dick in his mouth.
As horny as I was it didn't take but half a minute and I was hard under my
towel. I don't think anybody else had on a towel, so I took mine off. About
two seconds later I felt a hand reach over and feel me up, stroking me a
few times.  It felt good, but the guy doing it wasn't my type at all. Since
he wasn't being pushy I let him keep his hand on me. He kept squeezing and
lightly pulling on my cock as the sweat began to build up on me. As horny
as I was it didn't take much longer before I was dripping precum, too. I
tend to make a lot when I'm really horny or when I'm in bed with a guy.
Since my purpose was to hookup with someone instead of just watch I moved
away from where I'd been standing after pushing the guy's hand away. The
room is pretty dark so it's hard to really tell who's good looking until
you get pretty close. Even then it can be a little iffy. I looked around
the sauna as best I could, but part of it was still blocked by all the guys
watching the cocksucker. I put my towel back on and walked out."

         Jamie stopped long enough to take a drink, then continued. "I
walked over to the steam room and cruised a couple of guys sitting in the
hot tub, but I couldn't really see much.  They were cute in the face, but
the rest of them was under water. I went on to the door of the steam room
and just as I reached for it this guy walks out. Dripping with sweat, his
dark blond hair slicked back, well built body, and a cock that looked
perfect for sucking on, he held the door open as I moved forward. I looked
back at him before the door shut and hated I'd not come in here first and
been able to see what he was doing. As the door closed I saw him walking
toward the showers to rinse off.

         "Inside the steam room I immediately heard sex sounds coming from
the corner. It's impossible to see anything unless you're standing close to
the action, so I moved toward the noise. Two or three guys were sitting on
the upper bench, one of them stroking his dick, the other two just sitting.
A little closer to the far corner I found the guys making all the noise. It
was another group of three, one guy on his back on the tile bench leaning
his head back sucking an attractive guy bent down over his face, the third
guy sucking the cock of the one laying down. He was fingering his ass
pretty good, too. The one on his back was making most of the noise as he
moaned and groaned from the ass play. The only time you didn't hear him out
loud was when his mouth was full of cock. It wasn't the best three-way I'd
ever seen, but I was getting hard again watching them and thinking how much
I like to 69. I guess I'm pretty oral. Anyway, the guys kept going at it as
I leaned against the wall and watched for a few minutes. I was already
feeling sweat running off of me. I have to be careful or I end up staying
in the steam room too long. I end up dehydrated and with a headache, which
I hate. I stroked my dick totally hard as I enjoyed the way the sweat and
steam makes my hand slide over it. I was getting too warm, though, and
decided to go stand under the shower again. I'd still only been there about
half an hour. About the time I started toward the door the guy who'd been
fingering the other one's ass had moved up closer and was stroking his
cock. I'm sure he was getting ready to fuck him, but I didn't stick around
to watch.

         "One of the same guys was still in the hot tub and I gave him
another look, but he didn't seem interested in returning it. Sometimes I
don't know if a guy is shy or just not interested. He was standing up in
the water this time and I got to see his chest, which was pretty nice, but
I couldn't see his dick. I walked the little way on to the showerheads and
had a little surprise waiting for me. The hot guy who'd opened the steam
room door for me was standing just to the side of the showers drying off.
He wasn't hard, but his cock was a little more full than I'd noticed a few
minutes earlier. I'm sure he'd given it a few squeezes under the shower
spray. I threw my towel over a bar and stepped up to a showerhead a couple
away from him. I'd had about enough subtle maneuvering by then so I looked
him right in the eye. I was glad when he didn't instantly look away. In
fact, he smiled a little. I stood under the water, running my hands over my
chest and stomach, down my legs, finally across my dick and balls. I wasn't
hard then, but I wanted to see if the hot guy was paying attention. He kept
watching me off and on, smiling now and then. I wondered just what he was
thinking. I knew what I was thinking by that point, wanting to hookup with
this guy and see what he was like in private. Before I realized it my cock
was sticking straight up in front of me. For some reason it embarrassed me
a little to think I was being that blatant in front of this guy, but it
didn't stop me. As he kept looking at me he wrapped his towel around his
waist and took a couple of steps away. I'm terrible at picking up on
signals and I thought maybe he'd seen all he wanted.  I turned off the
water and grabbed my towel, drying off this time. The guy had walked off
around the corner, but about twenty seconds later I saw him come back just
far enough to look at me one more time. He smiled at me again, then
disappeared around the corner headed back to where the rooms are. You can
bet I dried off fast and headed that way, too.

         "His room was near the back of the hallway, but I found it without
much trouble. Luckily, he'd left his door open, maybe hoping I was looking
for him. His towel was still around his waist, but as I stopped at his door
he pulled it off, showing me his muscular ass and nice cock and balls. He
started to get hard, and I still was. I just stood there watching as he got
totally hard in front of me. There wasn't any doubt in my mind by then
about hooking up with him. We both wanted the same thing, each other's
cock. A couple of other guys had walked by and looked in, but I was in the
way for them to see much. He finally motioned for me to come in, so I took
a couple of steps forward, trying not to feel too nervous. I felt his hand
on my shoulder as I heard the door close behind me.

         "After that, his hands were all over me. Across my chest and
stomach, around my sides, then back up along my shoulders and neck, then
running his fingers through my hair. He was looking at me, too, like he was
doing an examination, but it was anything but clinical. My hands were on
him, too, mostly feeling the hard smoothness of his chest. He wasn't overly
muscular, but his whole body was toned to the max, feeling like flesh
covered stone. His cock was the same way, totally hard, but soft to the
touch. I've felt lots of dicks, but that first touch is always a thrill for
me. His hands had moved down to my butt, squeezing and kneading both cheeks
like he was making bread or something. We'd moved close enough our chests
and cocks were pressed together. The next thing I felt was his mouth along
my neck, licking, kissing, and sucking from my collarbone to my ear. That's
always a turn-on for me. Both of us were really clicking. But then he
kissed me." Jamie paused to sip his drink and catch his breath.

         "Was he a good kisser?" Allen asked, looking into Jamie's eyes as
if he'd see the answer in them.

         "Yeah," Jamie answered, "he was. And kissing only makes me
hornier. Like I could have been any more horny than I was already."

         Allen sat back on his barstool, leaned against the rail, and
listened as Jamie continued. He was keeping mental notes about things Jamie
said, especially what turned him on. He didn't know what was going on in
Jamie's mind, but Allen was certainly thinking about more than the story.

         Jamie went on. "He kissed me hard on the mouth at first, his arms
around my shoulders pulling us together. Not quite ending that first kiss,
he started again, but this time began to slowly add his tongue to the
mixture of lips and wetness. And I did, too, sliding my tongue against his
teeth, into his mouth, feeling him pushing back at me from inside. The
whole experience was intense as we hung onto each other tightly, mashing
our bodies together, feeling our cocks rub between us, swapping spit as we
wrestled for dominance with our tongues, seeing who could fight his way
into the other one's mouth. Somehow we'd managed to get to the edge of the
small mattress there in his room. He was gently pushing me backwards
against it, my knees bending at the edge of the platform. We broke our kiss
just long enough for me to lay down and him to move along beside me. Ten
seconds later we were right back at it, almost sucking each other's face
off. I could feel myself starting to leak precum from being so turned on.
He must have felt it against him or something, because without even looking
he took my cock in his hand and began to rub the goo around the head. That
only made me leak more and tense up. It felt really good and he could tell
it was getting to me as I started making sounds deep in my chest.

         "He slid down my chest and stomach, finally reaching my cock with
his mouth. There wasn't any pretense about what he'd do, he swallowed my
cock whole and started sucking. He was one great cocksucker, too. Lots of
tongue, no teeth, and very wet. I couldn't help but buck up into his mouth
a few times as he kept sucking me. By then my mouth was watering to taste
him, too, so I gently began to pull on him to move around over me. Like I
said, I love to 69. As soon as his cock was hanging over my face I took it
in my mouth, trying to suck him as good as he was doing me, swirling my
tongue over the head, lots of spit. We got a good rhythm started, totally
getting into each other, as if our cocks were molded to fit each other's
mouth. When it's good like that it's almost as if you're sucking your own
cock, doing it just how you know you want it. As good as it was, though, I
didn't want to cum right then. This guy was too hot for a ten minute
blowjob, then out the door. I wanted to see what else he might be up for.

         "I finally pulled my face away from his cock and balls long enough
to breathe a little, so he did the same. I guess he'd had enough because he
turned back around face to face and we started kissing again. We were still
sucking each other, but now it was our tongues again, back and forth
between our lips and teeth, wanting to taste everything we could of each
other.  I could taste some of my precum still in his mouth, too. We were
both catching deep breaths now and then as we went at each other almost
frantically. He moved away just far enough to look into my eyes. He looked
as deeply as he could, like he was trying to find something inside my head.
We'd not said a single word to each other so far, just enjoying the lustful
feelings, but he broke the pattern of slurping and sucking noises when he
said, 'Do you like to fuck?'

         "I've always wondered why guys ask that. I've heard of guys who
don't like to fuck, but I've never met any. The only real question is who's
top and who's bottom. I told him I loved to fuck, but still didn't know if
I'd be getting his ass or taking his dick up mine. Before I could ask, he
decided for us. 'Fuck me,' was all he said.

         "I glanced around and saw lube and condoms on the ledge by the
bed. I handed him the lube and grabbed a rubber. He didn't waste any time
at all pushing a finger up his hole, working it open and getting things
lubed up. The rubber was lubed, but it's never enough, so I motioned for
some more. He squirted a little onto the head of my cock and rubbed it up
and down the shaft. I'm glad he didn't prolong it or I'd have shot right
there. I wanted his ass bad so I did what I could to hold off. I've always
heard if you squeeze your balls kind of tight it stops you from cumming, so
I tried it. I don't know if it helped much, but maybe it slowed things down
some. He'd dropped the lube and was scooting up over my stomach letting me
know he was ready to take it. He wasn't any more subtle about taking my
cock in his ass than he was about sucking on it, he went the whole way down
in one move. About three seconds later he moved back up, almost sliding
off, but reversed at the last second, driving my dick all the way back in.
He let out this loud moan making me wonder if it hurt that bad or hurt that
good. His eyes were closed as he rode me, his hands on my chest, rubbing my
skin and tormenting my nipples. I was holding his legs in my hands feeling
the muscles tense and relax as he moved up and down. He held his position a
little higher over me so I took advantage of it to raise my ass off the bed
and pump into him a few strokes. Just then he moved way up and out of
reach, pulling off my cock. He stepped over and off to the side of bed,
then leaned down and kissed me deep again, at the same time pulling me
upwards. I stood up beside him, but he quickly took my place on the
mattress. Laying on his back, he pulled his legs up and open, then repeated
his earlier request. 'Fuck me.'

         I got on my knees between his legs, holding his ankles high and
wide, looking down at his hard cock, his shaved balls tensed up tight
against the base of his meat, a couple of inches below them a glistening,
wet hole waiting for my cock. He pushed my cock down into place and I moved
forward, sliding in pretty easy, although he was still pretty tight. From
the way he sounded and reacted I think he was a total bottom boy, loved to
get fucked. All I wanted to do was fuck him some more, so things were
working out great. I pushed in deep and held it a little just to feel the
inside of his ass squeeze around my cock. He was ready for more action, I
guess, because as I tried to hold still he started to move. He was getting
a little more noisy, too, but that only made me hotter. There's something
about knowing a guy is getting off on what I'm doing that just makes me
want to do it more. So I started to fuck him again, this time going at my
own pace.

         "I speeded things up a little, pumping faster and a little harder.
I wanted to cum by then, as if my mind and body had that one goal. Even if
he'd asked me I don't think I could have stopped. My whole being was geared
toward fucking, just for the sake of an orgasm. I could feel myself going
even faster, the muscles in my legs and back doing the work he'd started
earlier. They burned a little bit from the stress and speed, but I didn't
even consider slowing down. The guy was moaning like crazy by then, his
eyes closed and his screwed up. Every so often he'd stroke his cock a few
times, then let go.  I think he was ready to cum, too, but wanted to meet
me there. I could feel myself getting closer, that familiar tightening
inside, your whole body becoming a little more rigid, your cock swelling
and getting that last little bit harder before you blow. I think he could
sense it in me, and he started to talk. 'Fuck me, man.  Come on, fuck my
ass. Harder, give it to me. Blow your fucking load up my hole. FUCK ME
HARD!' He was almost yelling, but it worked, I fucked him harder and
harder, pounding against his ass, trying to keep the pace going for both of
us. There was no other emotion in the room except total lust, sexual energy
burning like a wild fire, slamming our bodies together, feeling the heat,
smelling the sweat, hearing the sounds, then that slightest of moments when
you know it's going to happen and you can't stop it any longer, that little
trigger trips and you're cumming. I think I heard myself yell, 'Fucking
god,' then seeing him grabbing his cock, stroking two or three quick times,
and both of us shooting our loads, mine deep in his ass and his flying out
across his chest and stomach. I remember straining to get as deep inside
him as I could, wanting to feel every drop of my sperm shoot in him, my
orgasm lingering on and on.

         "Everything comes to a stop, of course, and a few short minutes
later I was pulling out of him, trying to keep the condom from pulling off
too soon. I'd left a big load in the end of it, at least as much as he'd
squirted onto his chest. The guy still had his eyes closed and I wondered
if he was falling asleep or something. I know I was worn out after a fuck
like that. Everything about it just seemed to fall into place. One of those
sexual fantasy type things, I guess. He opened his eyes as he heard me
rummaging around for my towel. I needed another shower to rinse off the
sweat and lube. My dick was already getting that sticky feeling as the
remnants of lube and cum dried on it. I looked at his face one last time to
make a mental note about him. I didn't want to forget him too fast, but I
knew as good as it turned out it was still just a bathhouse fuck. There
wasn't much chance of repeating it with him again. He was still lying
there, stretched out the full length of the bed now, very hot to look at. I
didn't know what to say, so I leaned down and kissed him lightly on the
mouth. 'Thanks, man,' I told him, and smiled. He smiled back, 'You bet.'

         Allen sat and stared at Jamie for at least a minute, neither
saying anything. Jamie wondered again what was going through Allen's head,
was he still interested or about to get up and walk away. Allen finally
spoke. "You tell a hell of a story."

         He couldn't tell if Allen's comment was a compliment or not, so
Jamie asked. "You liked it?"

         "You could say that, yeah," Allen answered as his eyes moved
toward his lap. Jamie followed Allen's eyes downward and immediately saw
the outline in his shorts, the unmistakable length and width of a hard
dick. "Fucking hot story, Jamie."

         Jamie smiled as he enjoyed the slight feeling of control that came
with knowing he'd got Allen hard. Allen adjusted his shorts a little to
make room for his cock, but it still wasn't totally comfortable. He knew
that was impossible unless he was naked, something he was very determined
to become as soon as possible. Both guys sat quietly now, drinking the last
few drops of alcohol as it trickled out from between the ice cubes in their
upturned glasses. Allen finally spoke. "Did you come out just to have a
drink tonight? I know I didn't."

         "No, I didn't, either," said Jamie, feeling more and more aroused,
his own dick now straining uncomfortably in his clothes. He was past the
point of shyness, it was time to see where things were actually going.
"Where did you say your hotel was?"

         "Not far, about a mile, just across the highway. Wanna follow me
and have another drink there?" Allen asked tentatively.

         "Yeah, that'd be great." Jamie felt his mouth getting dry as he
thought of Allen naked in bed, knowing how much they both wanted the other,
if only for an hour. All his thoughts seemed to mix with the alcohol giving
him a very pleasant, relaxed sense of what was going to happen. "Let's go."


PART TWO


         Their cars had been parked coincidentally close together, and the
drive was short, so fifteen minutes later they walked into Allen's hotel
room. It was a decent hotel, nice room, clean, with a king size bed. A
large picture window overlooked part of the city from where they were on
the fifteenth floor, the drapes wide open showing the view. Jamie looked
around as Allen dropped his keys and wallet on the dresser. "You ready for
that drink?" he asked Jamie.

         "Great idea. Fix me one while I use the bathroom?" Jamie asked.

         "No problem," replied Allen. He began to pour rum and coke from
two bottles he'd bought earlier in the day. Ice he'd scooped from the
machine late that afternoon was a little slushy in the container, but
usable.  Finishing the drinks, he waited for Jamie.  "Ready when you are,
Hot Stuff," he called to Jamie.

         Jamie answered from behind the door, "Just a sec." He'd taken time
to wash his face, check his hair and breath, and decided everything was
good.  Allen was more than hot enough to hold his interest and Jamie felt
almost lucky to have met him. He hoped Allen felt the same. As he opened
the door and walked back into the room he saw Allen pulling off his shoes
and socks, dropping them next to a chair by the window. "Are you going to
get naked in front of the whole city?" Jamie teased, smiling as he said it.
He wanted nothing more than to see Allen naked.

         Allen smiled back at him. "I may. That ok with you?"

         "It's more than ok," said Jamie, his voice lower than before as it
responded to all the emotions and hormones building inside him. "Let me
help you." He walked toward Allen, stopping long enough to turn out one
lamp, leaving a second one furthest from the window on. The dimmed light
changed the mood of the room dramatically. Everything was softer, less
defined, but still easy to make out. When he reached Allen he immediately
took the hem of his shirt and lifted it just enough to see Allen's stomach.
Slightly tanned skin and a small amount of soft, dark hair trailing off
into his pants came into view, much to Jamie's delight. "Let's get this
off, I want to see you." His voice was even more subdued, almost too low
for Allen to hear, but he understood from Jamie's lifting of his shirt what
was to happen. Raising his arms over his head, Allen allowed Jamie to
uncover his torso.  Jamie had been correct back at the bar when he'd first
laid eyes on Allen, his chest was toned nicely, but not overly muscular.
His nipples sat perfectly on the plane of his chest, the tips already
slightly hard, just begging for attention, a little more hair spread around
his upper chest. "God, Allen, you're hot."

         Allen reached for the buttons on Jamie's shirt as a pair of hands
began to touch his chest and stomach. Allen loved the soft caresses and
slight tickle, especially as Jamie's fingers circled closer and closer to
his ever-hardening nipples. Taking one between his thumb and finger, Jamie
pinched. Electric jolts of sexual desire shot right to Allen's cock. All he
could manage was a soft, "Mmmmmmmm."

         Jamie pinched again, then let go. "I think I found your on
button," he said, smiling at Allen's reaction. "What's this one do?" he
asked, pinching the other nipple just like the first.

         "Uhhhh, mmmmmm," was all Allen got out of his mouth until Jamie
let go. "That's my other on button." Even though he hadn't been able to
speak, his hands had continued with Jamie's shirt buttons. Pushing back at
the shoulders, Allen removed Jamie's shirt exposing a chest similar to his
own, but with no hair at all. "Beautiful."

         Allen pulled Jamie to him so their chests touched, their arms now
around each other. Warm breath drifted between their faces, the slight
smell of alcohol still there, but not unpleasant. Very slowly they came
together in a kiss. It was soft and delicate, an exploration of each other,
a first taste. Allen took a deep breath, exhaled slowly as he reveled in
the feelings of holding a man's body against his own, then began to move
across Jamie's face toward his ear and neck, frequently planting small
kisses along the way. Jamie was quickly letting his emotions take over,
losing control to his lust and want of the half naked man holding him. He
was perfectly content to let Allen do as he wished, go wherever he wanted,
do whatever he wanted. Allen's lips and tongue at his ear was a major
assault on his senses, but the feelings were exquisitely erotic. Jamie
could feel his whole body pulse with every heartbeat, every firm throb of
his straining cock. Just then a new sensation began as Allen's hands moved
to Jamie's shorts, working open the button and zipper. Pulling open the
shorts Allen moved his hands along the elastic of the boxers underneath,
hooking his thumbs over the top and pushing down slowly. As the clothing
yielded to the pressure, Allen lifted the material out and away from
Jamie's stomach releasing a cock standing hard and almost straight up.
Allen looked down as it came into view. Involuntarily, his mouth watered.
He wanted to taste it, lick its entire length, nurse on it, make love to
it, but most importantly he wanted Jamie to enjoy it, too.  Allen looked
back to Jamie's face to find his eyes closed and his mouth slightly open, a
look of total sexual abandon. Putting his mouth to Jamie once again, he
kissed him, but this time more solidly, more forcefully. Jamie instantly
kissed him back with the same pressure. As their tastes began to mix Allen
probed lightly with his tongue. Slipping in between Jamie's lips he tasted
more and more. But more wasn't enough and he pressed in deeper. Feeling
Jamie's tongue moving against his own spurred on Allen's lust. He could
feel the wetness of precum spreading out around the head of his cock, still
encased in his shorts.  With one arm still around Jamie, Allen reached down
with the other and flicked open the snap on his shorts, then swiftly pulled
down the zipper. Undone, the shorts fell to the floor in a crumpled pile
around his feet. He then felt Jamie's hands moving toward the waistband of
his briefs, slowly removing them as he'd done Jamie's moments earlier. The
release felt like total freedom. He loved being naked and unencumbered.

         Two cocks now sparred between their bodies, the heads rubbing
together as the two young men pressed against each other. The warmth of
their bodies was building, bringing on a slight damp feeling as sweat began
to spread across them. The sensations caused Allen to moan a little more as
he continued to grind his chest, stomach, and cock against his lover. Jamie
felt Allen's hands continue to roam, moving lower down his back, finally
reaching the twin mounds of his ass. The muscle contracted as Allen
squeezed and plied the flesh. It was easy to tell Jamie took pains to keep
in good shape. Allen continued to manipulate Jamie's butt, pulling the
smooth cheeks apart, pressing them back together, lifting them up. Allen
loved the feel of a great ass in his hands and this one was definitely
igniting his lust further. Although versatile, Allen was quickly aware of
how bad he wanted Jamie's ass sliding down over his cock, fantasizing about
how tight and warm it would be. Neither one of them had so far expressed a
desire to be top or bottom, or both, but Allen knew there would be time to
sort it out in a little while. As the thoughts continued to swirl in
Allen's head his mouth moved back along Jamie's neck as he licked and
sucked and kissed the soft skin under his lips.

         Jamie was having ideas of his own, but they centered at his mouth.
The pressure and pulsing of Allen's cock was getting to him. His penchant
for almost anything oral made his mouth water as he desperately wanted to
taste Allen's meat. Taking the initiative he began to slowly change the
situation, pulling back a little and breaking the contact of their bodies.
Looking into Allen's eyes for a second, then down at his cock, Jamie hoped
his wishes had been subtly transmitted to Allen. Allen looked into Jamie's
eyes and watched them move down to take in the view of his cock. Running
one hand along the side of Jamie's head and through his hair, rubbing the
back of his head, as his other hand moved down his back and hip, Allen
spoke his agreement for what he believed Jamie wanted. "Yeah, baby, suck my
dick." Pushing a little on Jamie's shoulder, Allen signaled Jamie to move
downward. He responded immediately, slowly moving to his knees. Allen's
hardness was directly in front of his face now, right where Jamie wanted it.

         Jamie loved sucking cock. He'd never been able to figure out why,
but anything in his mouth made him more horny. He didn't think of himself
as submissive at all, but there was a degree of submissiveness, he thought,
in letting another guy put his cock in his mouth. Jamie loved the feel of
the cylindrical hardness and rounded head sliding over his tongue, his lips
wet with spit moving up and down the shaft, trying to get as much in his
mouth as he could. He hoped Allen would like his mouth as much as Jamie
knew he'd like Allen's cock. Jamie looked at the swollen organ three inches
from his face, so hard it was shiny in the low light, the head wet with
precum as it bubbled out of the tiny hole. Jamie wondered if he liked
sucking too much, but he usually gave in to his desire without much debate.
He gave in this time, as well, opening his mouth and taking the head of
Allen's dripping cock between his lips. He swirled his tongue around it,
licking off Allen's drops, relishing the slick texture and slightly salty
taste. He heard Allen make a noise of approval and felt a hand running
through his hair again. Allen wasn't pulling him onto his cock, but if he
had Jamie would have obliged without question. As it was, Jamie did it,
anyway, slowly moving further down on Allen, then pulling back some, going
further, pulling back again, working up a good layer of saliva to make
things go smoothly. After about three preliminary plunges, Jamie had things
ready for what he wanted, a nice, slow blowjob. All Allen could do was
stand there and enjoy it, which he did eagerly.

         Jamie moved rhythmically, slowly sliding his tongue and mouth
around Allen's cock. Every three or four strokes would bring another smear
of precum to Jamie's tastebuds, mixing with the wetness of his mouth. Allen
had both hands in Jamie's hair now, slightly guiding him as he continued to
suck. Allen was holding back, not wanting to push too hard or deep for
Jamie, secretly wanting to push all the way in, deep to the back of his
throat. An ex of his once told him most guys don't like that, if they want
to deep throat you they'll do it on their own. The fastest way to end a hot
blowjob was to try and force it, he'd said. Allen had taken that to heart,
never thrusting into a guy's mouth unless  it was clear that's what the guy
wanted.  Jamie's mouth was too good, however, to just stand there. Ever so
slowly he began to make small thrusts toward Jamie's face as his mouth
moved down Allen's cock. Allen was breathing harder now, tensing the
muscles in his legs and chest as he moved with Jamie. "God, Jamie, you suck
so good. Fuck."

         Allen continued to enjoy the attention he was getting as his gaze
moved to the window. It simultaneously gave him a great view of the city
below and a mirror effect of Jamie going down on him. For a second he
wondered if anyone out there could see them having sex, but it wasn't
anything that worried him. He knew there were plenty of other people, gay
and straight, having sex at the very same time. Allen had wondered once how
many simultaneous orgasms occurred all over the world every minute, but
hundreds or thousands of miles apart. His mind didn't wander too far right
now, though, Jamie's hot, wet mouth kept him focused on what was going on
between them. Jamie was sucking a little faster and cupping Allen's balls
in one hand. With his other hand, Jamie slowly stroked his own cock. As
great as the blowjob was, Allen was getting tired of standing. Besides, he
thought, I want to get some good out of this huge bed. Bending at the
waste, which caused him to pull completely out of Jamie's mouth, he
whispered, "Let's move to the bed, babe. Ok?"

         Jamie looked up at him as he wiped some of the spit from around
his mouth. "Yeah, that's great." Standing up, Jamie moved to the bed with
Allen. Moving toward the middle, they got comfortable, Allen on his back
with Jamie laying along side him. Taking just a minute to catch their
breath and relax, they laid together, Jamie's arm across Allen's chest, and
Allen's arm around Jamie's shoulders.

         Being unable to resist more contact, Jamie moved on top of Allen,
again pressing their cocks together. All the saliva from Jamie's sucking
made them slide against each other. Jamie humped against Allen's stomach,
loving the feel of his cock moving through Allen's pubic hair. He kept it
trimmed which only made the sensations along Jamie's cock that much more
intense. Their faces came together again, also. Mouths opened and tongues
explored as they kissed deeply over and over. Jamie again felt Allen's
hands moving along his back and down to his ass, the strong fingers
kneading and rolling his butt as he'd done earlier. The activity was slowly
pushing Jamie in one direction, wanting to feel Allen inside him. Allen
wanted something else first, however, and gave Jamie some direction. "Suck
my cock some more." Jamie moved quickly, sliding down past Allen's chest
and stomach, stopping long enough to nuzzle his navel and tickle the hairs
around it, then going further to his cock. Jamie took it in his hand and
stroked a couple of times, loving how it felt in his grip. The shape and
size were perfect and beautiful, he thought. Doing as Allen requested,
Jamie began to suck again in the same slow manner as before. Allen moaned
and thrust upward about two inches into Jamie's mouth. This position gave
him more ideas and he conveyed them to Jamie. "Turn around, Jamie, put your
cock over my face. I want to suck you, too."

         Needing no further encouragement, Jamie moved to his knees and
straddled Allen's head. They matched up perfectly, cocks to mouths, and by
bending his neck back slightly Allen found Jamie's cock hanging right in
front of him. Jamie's shaved balls hung between his cock and his ass and
Allen couldn't help but take a lick or two at them. He liked the smooth
feel. Allen didn't shave, but he kept well trimmed. Pressing his face
upwards he let Jamie's cock and balls rub across his face from his eyes to
his chin in an almost primitive maneuver to get Jamie's scent on himself.
Allen liked the smell, clean, but masculine from the little bit of sweat
that always accumulates from wearing clothes. Moving a little more, Allen
opened his mouth to let Jamie's cock find it's way inside. He started to
suck, trying to match Jamie's rhythm. Alternate sounds of slurps and moans
generated from them as they moved together, finding pleasure with each
other. Jamie loved to 69 as it almost felt as if he was sucking his own
cock. He'd tried that a few times, even getting to the point of cumming in
his own mouth, but it still ended up mostly just jacking off. He couldn't
really ever suck his own dick, but it felt good to try. Before he'd ever
actually sucked another guy's cock, he knew from trying to suck his own
that he wanted a mouth full, not just the tip.

         Continuing to suck, Allen's hands had moved back to Jamie's ass,
feeling and squeezing the flesh. From this angle he could now pull Jamie's
cheeks apart and see the almost smooth hole. A few light colored hairs
surrounded it, making it sort of cute, Allen thought. Wetting a finger, he
wanted a reaction from Jamie, a test of what might happen next. Lightly
touching the puckered opening and circling his finger, Allen got a good
reaction from his partner. Jamie moaned loudly from around the cock in his
mouth, his asshole squeezing tightly closed, then opening again as Allen
continued. Still sucking, Allen kept up the pressure at Jamie's ass. With
each new touch and push against the opening Jamie would moan again. Allen
had a definite idea of what he wanted and had enough experience to know how
to get it. Pulling back from the cock in his mouth, he pressed Jamie
forward enough to get his ass closer to Allen's face. Stuffing a pillow
under his head for support, Allen leaned up. With no reluctance he licked
across Jamie's ass, teasing the hole he wanted. Caught slightly off guard,
Jamie moved away from Allen's tongue, suddenly pulling his mouth off
Allen's cock and taking a deep breath. "Are you ok?" Allen asked, worried
that he may have done something wrong.

         "Yeah, I'm fine, I just wasn't expecting that," Jamie answered.
"Rimming is just really intense for me."

         Allen smiled, but Jamie couldn't see it. "Sit back and enjoy it."
Pulling at Jamie's hips Allen moved him slowly back to his face. Jamie
stroked Allen's cock and went back to sucking him. This time was different,
he had to concentrate on not biting Allen as he tensed over and over from
the tongue moving around his hole. Allen loved the effect it was having.

         As Allen worked his wet, warm tongue slowly around the outside
edge of Jamie's asshole he'd feel his lover breathe and tense, then relax
again. Just as relaxation occurred, Allen would lick again. If Jamie was
this turned on by his tongue, Allen wondered, what would happen when I fuck
him? Wanting to find out, Allen kept going, but this time deeper, pushing
his tongue in a little at a time, wiggling and probing, enjoying the clean,
tight hole as it spasmed around his tongue. Jamie kept making noise as the
assault continued. Allen pulled hard against Jamie's legs as he pushed in
further and further, tongue fucking Jamie's ass. Jamie pulled off of
Allen's cock again, sitting up and grinding his ass onto Allen's face. "OH,
FUCK," he said loudly, feeling Allen's tongue go in deeper still. It was
driving Jamie wild and Allen knew it. He kept going, licking and pushing
inside over and over until he had to have a breath of air. Pushing Jamie up
just far enough, Allen took a couple of deep breaths. Jamie took the
opportunity to breathe, as well, but also spoke. "I want you to fuck me.
Please, Allen, I need your cock." It was exactly what Allen wanted to hear.
Just to make double sure, he jerked Jamie back against his face and quickly
drove his tongue deep into the opening. Jamie visibly shuddered and tensed
his whole body as he felt the invasion. Once more, Allen pushed in as far
as he could, prying Jamie open to make room for his substantial erection.
Breathing hard as if he'd just run a marathon, Jamie stated his demand once
again. "You have to fuck me."

         Without comment Allen pushed Jamie's body up and over to the side,
watching him roll onto his back, his head near Allen's feet. He looked at
the young man naked, shiny with sweat, taking deep breaths. Just under the
smooth skin Allen could see Jamie's musculature, very well toned and
taught, giving him a simultaneous look of both soft and hard. Allen was
quickly sliding into total lust, his thoughts focusing on giving Jamie what
he'd asked for, but fully aware of his own desire to feel himself pushing
into Jamie's body, fucking him for the pleasure of it. It was one of those
rare moments, Allen thought, where both partners were in sync. Mutual
satisfaction made the sex better, he felt, and they both wanted what was
going to happen next.

         Moving to the side of the bed Allen reached down into a small bag
on the floor. Rising up, he placed a bottle of lube and some condoms on the
night table. With the necessary supplies at hand, he moved back to Jamie.
Jamie had been watching Allen as he'd retrieved the lube and rubbers,
enjoying how his body looked. He'd noticed Allen hadn't lost any of his
hardness, his cock standing at the same angle as before. He got a good look
at Allen's ass, too, the light sprinkle of hair on the cheeks, a little
thicker towards the crack of his ass. Jamie's mind flashed with a vision of
what it might be like to fuck Allen. He wasn't about to change his mind
now, the sensations in his saliva slick hole still fresh in his head. After
feeling Allen's tongue dancing inside him he could barely wait for the
fullness of a hard cock.

         Allen moved again, this time on his knees between Jaime's legs.
Jaime's head was at the foot of the bed, but he didn't figure it made any
difference. He hoped they'd end up in different positions all over it
before they were finished. Allen's cock was beautiful as it began to shine
from the lube he dribbled over it. His hand stroked seductively as he
looked Jamie in the eye. Jamie glanced from Allen's face to his cock, then
back, and licked his mouth. He felt a little dry after sucking Allen's cock
for so long, but couldn't break the mood to get a drink of water. With a
small rip Allen tore the square package open and removed the rolled latex.
Jamie watched as he placed it at the end of his cock and began to unroll
the thin material. Allen squeezed some more lube onto the rubber and
stroked himself again. Once more he looked at Jamie. "Your turn."

         Jamie knew what to do, pulling his legs back, his knees now
touching his chest. Allen caressed both thighs and calves, in between
rubbing the palm of his hand against Jamie's smooth balls and cock. He
moved his hand lower and felt the wetness from the earlier action. Rubbing
a finger slowly around the opening he watched Jamie's reaction. This time
he got to see his eyes close and his head tilt back, the muscles in his
arms and chest clench as he pulled harder on his legs, making his hole even
more accessible to Allen. Cool drops of lube added to the intensity as
Allen began to work a finger inside. Jamie was wanting it bad enough that
he forced himself to relax, although that didn't stop him from tightening
against Allen's finger a couple of times. Sliding in as far as he could
reach Allen worked Jamie's ass. He wanted to be very sure once he got
started with his cock they wouldn't have to stop. Another finger joined the
first one, more lube was added, and Jamie was now turning his head from
side to side with his eyes tightly shut as if he couldn't stand it much longer.

         "Are you ok?" Allen asked.

         At first he only moaned a little, but then Jamie answered. "God, yes."

         Allen smiled contentedly, ready to move forward. "Here we go,
babe." Leaning forward, Allen lined up his cock, then moved slowly on his
knees closer to Jamie's waiting ass. He wanted to savor the first push
inside, but also had a strong urge to bury his cock balls deep in one hard
thrust. Hanging on to his last thread of gentlemanly concern for his
partner, he pushed slowly to make sure Jamie didn't get hurt. The initial
resistance was minor as the continued pressure from Allen's body forced
Jamie to yield and open. Steadily, Allen pushed, adjusting his weight on
his knees and hands, holding himself up with an arm on either side of
Jamie's legs, a foot to each side of his head. It was delicious torture as
he began to feel Jamie's flesh creep around the hardness of his cock. Jamie
was pushing back toward Allen at the same time as he let his body give
itself up to the man above him. Anyone watching would have had a difficult
time trying to determine which one was enjoying it more, Jamie getting
fucked, or Allen just beginning to fuck him.

         A long thirty seconds ticked by until Allen was fully inserted,
then he stopped. He could feel the ripples and contractions inside Jamie as
his body became used to being filled so well. Jamie moved slightly,
squirming around under Allen, trying to feel every millimeter of Allen's
length and width. As Jamie took his measure, Allen slowly began to pull
out, but stopped after only an inch or so, then reversed direction and slid
back in deep. Jamie moaned audibly as he became accustomed to Allen's meat.
Once more Allen pulled back, this time about half way out, then inside
slow. He wanted Jamie to be comfortable, but it was getting harder to
restrain his movements. Allen's mind was concentrated almost solely on the
physical pleasure he was feeling and knowing it would only get better if
he'd fuck harder. One more slide half way out, then back in until his hair
was tickling Jamie's balls and Allen was barely containing himself. Jamie
seemed willing for more, too. "Yeah, man, fuck me. Use my ass. You feel so
fucking hot," Jamie encouraged.  Allen took the cue and began to move in
rhythm.

         Moving at a steady pace, but not too fast, Allen began to fuck his
partner. Strong clenches of muscle alternated with silky pressure as his
cock moved in and out. Allen watched Jamie's face for any signs of
discomfort, but if he wasn't enjoying what Allen was doing it didn't show.
Tiny noises began low in Jamie's throat as each push and pull excited the
nerves inside his body. To Jamie it felt like Allen was hitting every hot
spot perfectly. Jamie's cock was hard between them and starting to drip
precum from the pressure of Allen's fucking. As the sex continued Jamie
became more vocal.

         "Fuck. Oh, fuck. God, Allen, you feel so good. So fucking good."

         Allen liked hearing Jamie's talk, it encouraged him to go a little
faster and a little harder. As lustful as he was, he still felt playful, as
well. "You like that, Jamie? Like my cock in your ass? Tell me what you
want," he teased.

         Jamie was more than ready to play harder. "Give me your cock, man.
Deep inside. Give it to me." Both of them were panting and sweating again,
but it only added to the sensations of their bodies rubbing together. Jamie
was lying with his arms above his head now, letting Allen hold his legs
back. A faint smell of sweat coming off of Jamie's body sent shocks into
Allen's brain, increasing his drive to fuck. He took two or three deep
breaths, then began to move even faster.

         "Oh, yeah, fuck me!" Jamie moaned loudly, obviously liking the
added effort from Allen. The sound of wet skin slapping between bodies
filled the hotel room as the pace continued.

         Taking one of Jamie's ankles in each hand Allen pulled his legs
apart further and pushed back, rolling Jamie up a little higher. He was
taking longer, fuller strokes now, pulling almost all the way out, then
back in deep. Jamie would occasionally squeeze his ass tight, causing Allen
to have to push in harder. As good as it was Allen wanted to move to expand
the whole encounter. Slowing down he directed Jamie, "Get on your knees for
me."

         Reluctantly, Jamie let them separate, but only long enough to
change positions. No sooner was he on his knees in the center of the bed
when he felt Allen behind him realigning his cock and pushing in. The
temporary void when Allen had pulled out was gone, much to Jamie's
continued delight. He loved Allen's cock and what it was doing to him. His
own cock was showing the effects of a hot fuck, bouncing with each stroke,
dripping precum, and needing some attention. Holding himself up with one
arm, Jamie began to stroke himself lightly, spreading the slick, clear
drops across the head of his hardon, as Allen worked back up to his
previous rhythm.

         Regaining his speed quickly, Allen fucked the hot ass in front of
him with deep, strong, penetrating thrusts. He knew if this pace continued
he'd cum sooner than he wanted. Bending down onto Jamie's back, he reached
around with one arm and pulled them into an upright position, both of them
on their knees. Allen reached around Jamie now with both arms pulling them
tightly together, his chest slick against Jamie's sweaty back, the fleshy
slapping sound of sex as his abdomen contacted Jamie's rounded ass cheeks
with each stroke. Jamie's cock stood proudly in front of him, curving up at
a very slight angle, totally swollen due to the pressure against his
prostate. Within easy reach now, Jamie began to jerk off in concert to
Allen's fucking. Every time he felt the head of Allen's cock tap his
prostate he'd feel a growing tingle. He knew it wouldn't take much more to
reach orgasm. Without knowing Allen's intentions, Jamie let go of his cock
to make sure he didn't cum by accident. By now his whole body was for
Allen's pleasure, which, in turn, gave Jamie pleasure, as well.

         Allen's mouth was kissing, licking, and sometimes biting, along
Jamie's neck and shoulders as he held them together and continued his
interior assault. It wasn't just his ass, however, that had its hold on
Allen. He loved the way Jamie's whole body felt against him, how they
seemed to mold together, enjoying each other totally. Jamie reached back
with one hand and ran his fingers through Allen's hair and down the side of
his face, tenderly stroking his cheek. As the fingers came in reach of his
mouth, Allen sucked the tips, getting a taste of Jamie's precum from his
earlier handwork. Almost breathlessly, Allen spoke between pants. "I
want...to see...your face. Turn over."

         Once more Jamie felt empty as Allen pulled completely out. He
turned onto his back again expecting Allen to be right there, but as he
raised his legs Allen grabbed both feet and swiveled Jamie around, then
pulled him down to the edge of the bed. Jamie's ass was now right at the
edge of the mattress, the bedcovers waded beneath and around him, and Allen
standing with his hard cock ready to fuck him some more. Taking aim, Allen
pushed in all the way and began to fuck. This position put even more
pressure on Jamie's prostate, driving him crazy. Allen held Jamie's legs up
and open, giving him total access to his ass, but also more room for Jamie
to stroke himself as they fucked.

         "I'm getting really close, babe," Allen announced. "Stroke your
cock, try to cum with me."

         Jamie didn't answer, he just started stroking. Plenty of precum
continued flowing which made his cock nice and slippery, his hand gliding
over the head and shaft as he worked himself toward orgasm. As Allen
watched and fucked, Jamie's body began to tighten. His stomach and chest
muscles, along with his arms and legs, were tensing. Allen sensed something
was about to happen, so he tried to fuck faster. He wanted to make Jamie
cum, wanted to see his load fire out of his cock and splatter across his
chest. Allen was closing in on his own orgasm, too. Letting his body take
over, he fucked with abandon, wanting to cum. With little warning other
than his ass closing like a vise around Allen's cock and a short, gasping,
"OH, FUCK!" Jamie began to cum. A hard thrust from Allen drove the first
wad of cum out of Jamie's cock like a fountain, leaving a long, stringy,
white ribbon across his neck and half way down his chest. The sight of it
pushed Allen over the edge, as his body melted into orgasm. His whole being
felt as if it was going to shoot out the end of his cock and into Jamie as
he rammed as deep as he could, the intensity almost unbearable. Jamie
spurted four or five more times, each shot slightly more diminished than
the last. Allen's juices filled the condom, making it feel squishy around
his cock head, but still totally hard inside Jamie's ass. He continued to
make small pumps as they came down.

         Lowering himself onto Jamie's chest as he tried to catch his
breath, Allen could feel the jizz spread between them, warm and thick. His
cock was still hard and buried inside Jamie. He could feel tiny squeezes as
Jamie's natural reflexes tried pushing him out. Allen looked at Jamie's
face only inches from his own, felt his breath on his face, then slowly
moved closer and kissed Jamie tenderly on the mouth. Jamie moved one hand
slowly to the back of Allen's head and pulled him tighter, probing his
tongue into Allen's mouth.

         Parting from his lover Jamie said, "That was wonderful, totally
wonderful. Thank you."

         "I should be the one to thank you," Allen replied. "I was so glad
when you didn't get up and walk off after I got the courage to talk to you.
Guys like you usually don't even look at me twice."

         "What are you talking about?" asked Jamie. "You're a totally hot
guy. I'm the one who usually gets brushed off."

         Allen looked into Jamie's eyes for a few seconds. "Let's just call
it fate that got us together tonight. I'm happy with that scenario."

         Whatever force had caused them to meet, Jamie was happy with it,
too. "I like that idea." Suddenly, he felt Allen's now less-than-hard dick
slide out.

         Allen raised up on his hands, then moved back, pulling totally
away from Jamie. "I better take care of this," he said, holding the full
condom to stop it from falling off and splatting on the carpet. As he
walked toward the bathroom, Jamie watched the body of the man who had just
made love to him. Once again he thought how handsome Allen was, and how
hot. Thoughts were already creeping in about fucking Allen and what it
might be like. He wanted to do to Allen what he'd just had done to himself.
Jamie's cock twitched slightly, but didn't get hard. Sitting up on the bed,
then quickly standing to keep lube off the sheets, Jamie heard Allen call
from the bathroom.

         "I'm getting in the shower. Want to join me?"

         There was no way Jamie was going to pass up a chance to spend some
more time with this guy, especially in the afterglow of a great fuck.

         As the hot water splashed them and little clouds of steam floated
around their heads, they washed each other slowly, soaping each other and
rinsing off the products of their sex. They playfully teased one another,
taking their time after the soap was gone, continuing to enjoy the warmth
of the shower. Their arms began to encircle their bodies, pulling them
together again. Embracing under the spray, Jamie and Allen began to kiss,
slow at first, tenderly and lightly. Feelings stirred as the kisses
deepened, tongues moving in sync, tasting each other again and again,
bodies melded into one. Their cocks hardened again, as well, but it had
been enough for one night. Reluctantly, the water was turned off and they
dried each other.

         Not much was said as Jamie dressed and Allen pulled on a pair of
shorts. "You know, Jamie, you can stay if you want. I'd love to actually
sleep with you."

         "I'd like that, too," Jamie agreed, "but it's late and I've got a
dog at my apartment who's probably dying to get outside for a few minutes."

         Jamie pulled on his shoes and they walked together to the door. "I
had a really great time. I know it was just a hookup, but it was more than
that, too. Thanks again."

         For the first time in a long while Allen felt more than usual
after a casual encounter. He wanted Jamie to stay, or come back, but he
knew what reality was, he might never see him again. He made one more
offer. "I'm going to be here all week, you know. Can we get together again
for dinner or something?"

         Jamie smiled, then leaned over and kissed Allen. "Yeah, I'd like
that," he answered, then playfully slapped Allen's butt. "Especially the
something."

         Allen smiled broadly. "It's all yours next time, babe."

         They exchanged numbers, kissed one last time at the door, and let
each other go. As Jamie walked down the hallway to the elevators he heard
the door close behind him, then the deadbolt lock. He smiled to himself as
thoughts of their next meeting took shape in his mind. He couldn't help but
let his thoughts leap ahead, fantasizing about seeing Allen over and over,
even dating, being a couple. In the back of his head he knew it had only
been sex, but too many emotions had gone with it. Relationships all start
somewhere, and who was to say it couldn't be with a hot guy he'd met in a
bar. "After all," he said to himself as he walked out the lobby doors and
into the night air, "I don't want to be single forever."

THE END


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