Date: Fri, 17 Aug 2007 23:45:24 -0700
From: Curtis F <curtiswriter@gmail.com>
Subject: Dmitry, Robby, and me Part 2

Disclaimer:

The following story is a work of fiction.  It is not intended to imply
anything about the sexual orientation of the celebrities mentioned in the
story, and the author does not have any personal knowledge of their private
lives.

This story contains graphic depictions of sexual acts between adult males.
If this offends you, or if it is illegal for you to read such materials
where you are located, please do not continue.

The usual disclaimers about having unprotected sex apply.  Just because my
characters are doing it, doesn't mean you should be.



I was happy to see that the locker room was deserted.  I wanted Dreamy
Dmitry all to myself.  We headed over to the shower room.  It was a lot
more low-rent than I had expected, just a white tile room with a dozen
shower heads.

We picked the corner that was least visible to any surprise visitors and
got naked.  I was standing naked next to the perfectly toned body of a
professional athlete.  My body image issues started to kick in.  My best
feature is my face - I'm a handsome guy, brown hair/brown eyes, a nice
smile, and expressive eyes that keep no secrets.  I keep my hair buzzed
short, and have a brown goatee that is getting increasingly greyer.

I'm not as fit as I'd like to be.  I love my beer, and I have the belly to
prove it.  I have a moderately hairy chest and belly.  I work out, so my
chest and arms have some definition.  But, I definitely wasn't built like
the professional athlete that I stood next to.

As far as my dick is concerned, I'm a grower, not a shower.  It never gets
huge, but at the end of the shaft is a fat mushroom head that always finds
its way to a man's prostate.

My anxiety subsided as soon as I began to strip.  Before my shirt was over
my head, Dmitry's hands were caressing my torso.  "You have a beautiful
belly.  Men with bellies are so sexy."

We pulled off each other's shorts and our cocks were standing at full
attention.  Dmitry dropped to his knees and began to tickle it with his
tongue.  "Your cock is beautiful," he said between licks and sucks.  I was
running my fingers through his blonde curls, as I had been longing to do
for years.  I massaged his head as he sucked my cock.  I pulled my dick out
of his mouth and pushed his head down.  He licked my balls and I rubbed my
dick through those curls.

I put my hand on the top of his head and fucked the space between my hand
and his curls.  Seeing this man that I had wanted for so long kneeling in
front of me was too much.  Before I knew it, I shot a load right into his
soft, wet blonde curls and down his back.

I put my dick in his month to suck the rest of the cum out of me.  After I
was emptied, I pulled him up to share a sloppy cum-filled kiss.  We gazed
into each other's eyes for a few minutes.

"I can't believe you came all over my hair."  He smiled as he playfully
punched my chest.

"Don't worry Blondie, we can wash that out right now.  Besides, the protein
probably adds extra body."  I squirted shampoo into my hand and massaged it
into the sticky mess of spunk and blonde curls.  I gave him a slow, sensual
scalp massage and pressed my body against his back.  My dick was growing
hard again, and it poked between his thighs.

I finished shampooing his hair and pushed his head under the showerhead.  I
loved the feeling of control that I had over him.  After rinsing the
shampoo out, he opened his eyes.  His playful gaze had been taken over by a
look of lust.  He pushed me to his knees and shoved his cock into my mouth.
It wasn't long, but it was thick.  I opened wide - his cock filled my whole
mouth.  He grabbed the back of my head and pushed his cock deep inside of
my mouth.  Soon, he was fucking my face, slowly and deeply.

"That's it Castro Gayboy, suck that cock.  Do you like that blonde bush in
your face?  Do you like getting used by a tennis star?  You've been wanting
this forever, haven't you?"

I could only muster a muffled "Mmm Hmm."  I looked up at him.  I could see
the blonde fuzz covering his chest.  I looked into his face and saw
determination in his eyes.  I knew he had gotten the advantage over me and
was going to abuse my throat as long as he could.  And after that, he was
going to turn his attentions to my ass.  I wanted to get the first fuck in
with him, and I was ready to taste his cum.

I grabbed his ass to slow his rhythm and pull his cock farther down my
throat.  I stuck a wet finger into his ass and closed my throat muscles
around the head of his cock.  It was all I could do to keep from choking,
but once my finger found its way to his prostate, he couldn't hold back.

I felt his load rise from his balls through the shaft, and then it blew
into my mouth against the back of my throat.  I tried to drink it all down,
although I felt some of his huge load escape my lips and dribble down my
chin.  Dmitry's body shook with post-coital ecstasy.  I kept fucking his
ass with my finger and wouldn't let his cock leave my mouth.  I felt goose
bumps rise all over his screen.  He shuddered and begged me to stop.  I
pulled my finger out of his ass and stood up.  The head of his semi-soft
cock reached down and brushed against my dick head.  My cock was at full
attention, and the sensation of the sensitive end of my cock touching his
was sensational.

I managed a "woof" before we pushed our mouths back together in another
passionate kiss.  We made out as the water ran down our bodies for several
more minutes.  Finally, I turned the water off, turned Dmitry's back to me,
and gently pushed him into the locker room.