Date: Sun, 2 Dec 2012 10:38:15 -0600
From: Luis <niftyanswers@gmail.com>
Subject: Mad Men On Men: Episode 2: About Pleasures And Guilt

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Mad Men on Men
Episode 2: About Pleasures and Guilt

Don woke up the next morning in the floor of an alleyway. He had only a
vague notion of what had happened the night before. He looked down at his
vomit-covered undershirt and frowned. His hangover was killing him, but he
tried to ignore that. He looked down and saw his cock, covered in dry cum,
completely exposed out of his fly. Suddenly memories came back; memories of
pleasure and the slightest hint of guilt. He was shocked at how actually
slight the guilt was. He stood up also pretending to ignore his growing
dick and zipped up.

Walking out, everyone looked at him with disgust. He simply kept going,
stopping quickly at a shop window to look at the worst state he had ever
been in. However, he surprisingly didn't care. It was as if he wasn't
himself anymore. As he entered the lobby of his hotel, the clerk asks what
had happened to him, horror in his face. "I was mugged last night" he
lied. Although, the fact was that was half true, as his pockets were
completely empty. "Would you happen to have a copy of the key to my room?"
he asks. The boy hands him one and tries to say something, but Don is out
of the judgmental sight of strangers before his own stench makes him vomit
again.

He walks into the room and immediately removes his shirt and throws it in
the trash. His hairy chest is covered in sweat. He smells deeply of man. A
shower is the only thought that crosses his mind. Inside, the water feels
wonderful against his muscles. He lets it drip everywhere, taking away his
thoughts. The blankness of his mind, though, easily reminds him of the one
he had experienced last night as that beautiful, girly kid ate his cock all
the way down to the base. Before he realizes it, Don's hand is jacking away
furiously at his thick, veiny cock. Soon the bathroom walls are splashed in
cum. He comes out, still panting and wraps a towel around his waist. He
desperately needs a nap.

However, upon opening the door his eyes shut open in awe. The kid he had
just jacked off to laid completely naked on his bed. A tall glass of red
liquid stands on the night table. "Hi, Don!" greets the boy as if that was
their usual scenario. "I bought you a Bloody Mary for your hangover" he
says lighting up a cigarette and offering it to Don, who walks over and
takes it getting over his shock. "Don't be too thankful, though. I paid for
it with your money".

Don puffs away at the smoke in silence for a while. "How did you get here?"
he asks. "With your key, of course" says the kid, lighting another smoke
for himself as he walks over to the window butt naked and stares at the
city view. "I always loved this part of town. Always wanted to see it from
above." He walks back smiling and sits on the bed, behind Don, massaging
his back. "I've never done this before, you know?" says Don finishing his
cigarette, drinking a couple gulps of the tomato-colored glass.

"Oh, don't worry, Don!" says the kid kissing the man's shoulders. "No one's
ever done anything until they do." Don closes his eyes and lets the
feelings take over his thoughts. "I have a wife" he says half moaning "and
kids". The boy smiles. "Everyone does." By now, the kid's hands are inside
the towel that Draper was wearing. Precum serving as lube as he rubs the
cock in between the man's legs, right below a thick bush of jet black
pubes. "I'm glad you interrupted me last night" said the boy. "It the most
boring fuck ever". Don loved the way the kid cursed. It felt so wrong. "You
looked like you were having fun" adds the publicist. "Well, they pay me to
look like it. I'm god at my job".

Don steps away, facing the kid. He sits down again, but this time there's a
gap in between them. "You charge for... for doing that?" The kid
laughs. "Oh, like you've never paid for "doing that" before. I know men
like you, Don. It's all I know, actually. Don't worry. There's nothing to
fear. This isn't work. This is me letting you know I had an amazing evening
last night and trying to have an amazing morning today too." Don takes
another sip of the Bloody Mary. As the hangover starts to drift away, he
begins thinking more clearly. "No one can know about this. Ehm, what's your
name again?"

"You can call me Roger Sterling" the kid says biting his lip. Don chokes on
his drink "What? How do you...?" he asks shocked. "Don't worry, Don. I
always do this with my fellas. It's a dangerous place out there for a kid
like me. I need to know how I'm with before I'm with him if I wanna keep
any sense of safety. But I'm also very discrete. No one will find out. No
one." Don stands up and crosses the room. His head is racing. This is the
point of no return. He means to tell the kid to leave, but as he turns
around all he manages to mutter is "Ok".

The kid walks over and kissed him, thrusting his body against Don's and
tonguing his mouth. Don falls prey of lust and stops. He simply lets go. A
few seconds later the kid is sucking his cock again. Don moans. He feels
his balls tighten as he looks down and sees the boy, cock in mouth, looking
directly into his eyes. "Fuck me, Don" says the kid as he stands up and
kisses him softly on the lips. "Come on!" he adds, moving to the bed and
getting on all fours, opening his ass cheeks with his hands.

As Don feels the tight wetness of the kid's ass grasp onto his dick, the
boy moans. "Fuck me, Don. Call me Roger. Think of him as you fuck me!" he
says. Don can't help but do so.



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