Date: Mon, 28 Nov 2005 09:28:11 EST
From: Cnjshore9@aol.com
Subject: Straight Bars .. Part 4
Hey, guys . can you believe!! After that long `dry spell' in
my writing -- here's yet another chapter already!!..
So let's get the "legal stuff" out of the way ...
This story contains graphic sexual activity
between consenting adult males ..
if you are under 18 or in a geo-political area that
prohibits
this type of literature. or you are offended by homo-erotic
story themes.
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you enjoy .
Straight bars can be fun . part 4 by
cnjshore9 ..
There are like 6 or 8 straight bars within about 5 miles of
my house that I like to go to . and, so far, I've `gotten
lucky' in almost every one of them !! Well. it's not like
it's any miracle. The nearest gay bar is over 20 miles
away, so unless you are really `hard core' into that scene
(and willing to risk getting pulled over on the way home),
you make do with the local pubs. That also means you should
really "appear straight". A few of these bars cater to
construction workers, fishermen, and/or bikers and you can
get your butt kicked if you come on a bit `poofty'. But on
the other hand, a few of those rough-and-tumble types are
more than willing to enjoy a nice manly bit of fun, and
there are those `others of us' who are in there at the time.
But that's some other stories. This particular night of
adventure began in one of those `chain' family restaurant
and bar places. Unlike the one across the parking lot,
which won't allow any of their off-duty staff sit at the
bar, this one seems to encourage it. And that's what it's
all about. Yes. that hot, young bartender that I've been
eyeing for several months!!
So what's so hot about that guy? Nothing. Just my own
opinion. He's about 6'4", probably tips the scale at no
more than 160-170, has big hands with long fingers, a very
`prominent' nose (i.e., BIG), large ears (one pierced with
some kind of hardware stuck through it), somewhat longish,
unruly, hair and long, dark sideburns. He looks a bit like
he is stuck in the 70's. ..and I have tried (man, have I
tried!) to see what may be in there behind the fly of his
black slacks -- which is why I also know every scratch in
his very large, silver, cowboy-style buckle! However,
there has never been even the slightest hint of what goodies
might be hidden below it. I can only figure that it's sooo
long it really hangs down and hides. Oh.. and I'd guess him
to be just past 30.
.and me.. Well I'm 55 years old, 5'10", getting a bit
heavier around the middle (actually all over), but still
able to `carry it well' as they say. I have very short hair
that used to be brown, but is pretty much salt-and-pepper
now, with a moustache and beard. (If you have AOL, you can
actually go in and see for yourself in my profile pics.) .
I know. I'm supposed to be too old to play around with a
`kid' . but one can dream can't one?
Anyway. Harrison (and don't call him Harry!). has been
drawing pints for me for some months now, and I just keep
looking and wondering. In fact, this night, he had been
working the end of the bar where I was sitting for the end
of happy-hour when his shift ended. I saw the shift change
coming in, so I pushed some bills over to the edge to make
sure that it went into his shift's tip bucket. (I hate it
when they make the `silent' shift changes and the guys that
have been serving you are gone before you notice, and the
new shift gets their tips !! I know. they say it "evens
out". but I don't like it.)
"Thanks, Peter," he said as he picked it up and dropped it
in the bucket. (I guess I should also add, as I did with
Harrison's name..'and don't call me Pete!')
About that time, a couple of hardy younger guys sat down on
the vacant stools to my right. Of course, that took my
attention for a few minutes as I checked them out. Nice
looking, both in mid- to later-30's. Both wearing jeans and
sweatshirts with a construction company logo on the left and
work boots. The one on the far right appeared to be
slightly older than the one next to me, and as he settled in
on the stool, he opened his legs a bit and you could see a
very appealing package! His face was nice too, very
Italian, and a smile that could brighten up any cloudy day.
The one next to me was a reddish blonde with some scattered
freckles that you could see even through his outdoor-work
tan -- most probably of Irish heritage. I glanced down long
enough to see that there was a man-sized bulge in those
jeans too - obviously not suffering from "the curse" !
I couldn't spend much time checking it out . so I turned my
attention back to the front and watched the new shift of
bartenders going to work, serving a few customers, but also
starting their evening ritual to clean up, wipe bottles,
etc.. A couple of them came over to say "hello" and shake
hands - this is one of those places that prides itself on
knowing the names of their `regular' customers and
acknowledging them by name.
As I looked across the bar, and focused, I saw Harrison
sitting there facing me. Well . not just facing my way -
but looking directly at me. I nodded at him, a half
greeting like you do when you see someone you know who's too
far away to speak to. He nodded back as I turned my gaze
slightly to his right, not wanting to push the eye-contact
too long. Then. I would have sworn . he winked at me!!! My
eyes went back to his, and he smiled. Now we were looking
directly into each others' eyes. No. that's not happening.
Yes it is! Can't be! But it is!
Being as unsure and insecure as I am - yes, I really am - I
broke the contact and looked down at the beer in front of
me, reviewing the past couple minutes over and over in my
mind. Was he really `coming onto me' ? Was I mis-reading
something? It sure seemed to be what had happened. But
there is no way that young stud would be interested in this
old guy. He must meet hundreds of hot guys his age here at
work. And he's never, never shown anything except a wholly
business approach to me. Why would he do that?
I couldn't resist, I looked back up, and there he was -
still looking directly at me! It made me feel very
uncomfortable. Finally the idea dawned in my foggy brain.
He's figured me out!! Somehow he has decided that I'm gay
.and now I'm going to get `outted' to the whole damn place .
and I'm never going to be able to come back here. Oh, shit
!!! Oh, fuck !!!
About that time, my bladder decided to send a message to my
brain, saying "Yoo, hoo. I'm full down here!!" So I stood
up, turned, and went toward the men's room. I know . I've
made more than one trip into there when I didn't have to.
But it's one of the places that has two urinals side-by-side
- without any shield in between - so, if you're lucky, and a
guy comes in next to you and isn't a `hider', you might get
to do a bit of window-shopping. When I went in, no one
else was there, so I took the urinal on the left and had
started to really flow when I heard the door open behind me
and I felt someone step up to the one on my right. As I
turned my head slightly to the right to see who it might be,
I heard someone say "Hi, Peter."
I turned my head fully to the right, and there stood
Harrison! He was looking directly at me and then he looked
down. There was no question that he was indeed `checking
out' what I had in my hand!! Well. that was it!! I
`returned the favor' and looked to see what he was holding.
WOW!! It was definitely what I had guessed! It had to be a
full 6 or more inches - cut and with its deep red head
exposed, it was totally soft lying there across his open
palm. He wasn't doing anything but, in effect, saying "here
it is . all of it. take a good look." Then he closed his
hand around it and slowly began to pull on it. As he did,
it began to plump - and lengthen!! Another one of those
that both `shows' and then `grows' !!!
Needless to say .. what he was still looking at began to
perk up a bit. ".a bit" ?? NO!! it went from `zero-to-
sixty' in about 3 seconds flat !! The bladder was still in
control and determined to empty itself, so the outpouring
had now split into a forked stream as it so often does when
`standing tall', but you could have used it to drive nails
or split wood !! I moved my hand down to where I only had a
hold, right at the base, with my thumb and forefinger. If
he wants a good view.give it to him!
The next thing I knew, his left hand was wrapped around the
hard shaft and squeezing it ever so lightly. At that point
my bladder gave up completely and I watched as the head
swelled even larger. Damn!! That felt good !! That's when
he opened his right hand and let his own swollen dagger
stand out. By now it had to be a good 8 inches in length,
with a very nice helmet-head, rather blunt at the end, but
with a wide flaring corona. The shaft itself was fairly
thin (in keeping with his general build), so it looked more
like the base of a pool cue than a baseball bat. "Hmmmmm,"
I thought. "That would fit nicely!"
I reached over and wrapped my right hand around it and gave
it a squeeze and a light tug. His head responded the same
as mine had done with a pulse and swelling. But it's
really not "safe" there. There is no `warning time' when
someone else comes in.. the door opens and it's right there
behind you! Still in control of at least a few of my
faculties, I knew this and immediately dropped that
wonderfully hard, yet soft as velvet, rod sticking out of
his black slacks. He, in turn, removed his left hand and
began to try and get that big stick back behind his zipper.
Turning to me he said in a near whisper, "My van is right
out back. Meet me there." By then he had succeeded in
zipping up and was starting toward the door. I was still
trying to get my own rigid pole back inside my now too-tight
black levis. Finally, I gave up for a minute and decided to
leave it out and hope it would back-down a little. Willing
it to go down and allow my bladder to finally empty, it
finally began to trickle again. As the stream strengthened
(and the blood was leaving), the door opened again and I
could see someone come from behind me and stand to my right.
I recognized it as the Italian-looking stud who had been on
my right at the bar. Apparently he was not bashful or
modest, and he proved that the package I had checked out
before, was definitely what it appeared to be. He hauled
out a very nice 4-5 inches of dark, uncut manhood!! Then,
as it started to flow, he peeled back the foreskin and you
could see the shiny, smooth, bluish-pink head emerge until
the skin dropped behind the prominent ridge. As `proper
etiquette' in a men's room dictates, his eyes were fixed on
the blank tile in front of his face so I don't think he saw
me check him out. Anyway, I chalked that one up to "look
for this boy again!", squeezed out the last drops, and put
myself away. I had some `business' to attend to!
Leaving the men's room, I went back to the bar to retrieve
my change and glasses (I always leave my glasses or cap at
my place when I go to the loo, so they know I haven't left.
several times when I haven't left them there, I've had the
place cleared and my change taken as a tip. so I've learned
!). I nodded to Jimmy, one of the on-duty barmen, and left.
It was natural that I went out the back door because that's
where I usually park and come in, so no one would think it
unusual that I was going out that way.
Stepping out to the back parking lot, I looked up and down
the rows of cars, jeeps, and SUV's trying to find a van.
Sure enough there one was -- one row over and about 10
spaces to my left. Talk about "stuck in the 70's" . it was
one of those vans that were so popular back then - the kind
you could turn into a camper or whatever. You know .. from
before the day of the SUV - but not quite all the way back
to the VW minibus!!
As I walked over to it, the side door slid open and I saw
Harrison bent over inside, his hand on the door. "Over
here," he said. I smiled at him and nodded as I walked to
where he was parked. Climbing in, I noticed that he had
"outfitted" the van just as I had figured (or maybe he
bought it that way? . what difference?). There was a bed
(really a `sleeping platform') across the back in front of
the doors there. There were a couple of cabinets on the
side opposite the door I had just come through and there was
an ice-chest/cooler on the floor under the cabinets. I was
sort of surprised that I didn't see a bottled-gas burner in
view, that would have just completed the whole picture of a
home-on-wheels. While I was making my quick observations,
he slid the door closed behind me. That's when I also
noticed that there was curtain drawn across the width of the
van just behind the front seats and there was only one seat
in the rear behind the driver's area. The only windows
visible were in the back doors, and they too were curtained.
Very private !!!
"You know I've seen you looking at me and `checking me out'
for quite a while," he said to me. There was nothing
threatening or uneven in his tone. It was just a statement.
In my usual, quick-witted comeback style, I said: "Oh."
"So, I decided last week that I would let you. I'm `bi'.
I've got a girlfriend.but I like to make it with other guys
sometimes. I like the feel and taste of a nice cock, I like
to have mine enjoyed as well, and I like to fuck a nice ass
every now and then." This was all said matter-of-factly.
No games. no circumlocutions. just right out there up-front.
This time, I just outdid myself. I pulled all my resources
together and responded, "Oh.." Finally I got my mouth and
brain in synch and I continued. "And what made you think
that I would be interested in those particular `activities'
you named?"
"Oh. in my work, you learn to `read' people pretty well.
.and somewhere along the line I decided you were into those
things. You are, aren't you?"
"Well.yes," I admitted. "I'm into those things."
"Then why are we still dressed?" he asked. Then turning
around, he lifted the lid on the cooler and asked, "Want a
beer? I didn't get to finish the one I had inside."
"Sure," I answered. I do like to get a little more
`comfortable' with a guy before we `go for it'.
"Sit here," he said, reaching into the cooler with his left
hand as he used his right to point to the empty seat. Then
reaching in with his right, he extracted two Coronas and
popped the tops with the opener he had attached to the side
of the cabinet above. "I know you usually drink Miller-
Lite, but this will have to do."
Handing the cold bottle to me he smiled and sat down on the
edge of the bed.
Damn! I had been attracted to him before, but right now he
was absolutely the sexiest guy I could imagine! Somehow,
the individual parts that weren't that great, were really
something when taken in total. I even noticed then that he
had hazel eyes with flecks of green, and had apparently cost
his parents a few dollars for orthodonture! Very nice
teeth! So why was I sitting all the way over where I was?
There must have been a good 3-4 feet between us.
Getting up (as much as you can in the back of a van), I
moved over and sat next to him on the bed. That's when I
noticed that there wasn't really any mattress on the
platform - just a couple of thick comforters - with some
sheets in between.
I took a swig of my beer and then leaned over and set it
down on top of the cooler. As I sat back up, I turned
toward Harrison and put my right hand up behind his head and
pulled his face toward mine. I wasn't sure what would
happen then. A lot of so-called `bi' guys don't kiss men.
Well. he wasn't one of those. His lips met mine and he
turned toward me. His right hand and arm went around me and
his left edged behind me to pull me closer to him. I
responded by wrapping my left arm under his right and
reaching around his right side to pull him in even tighter.
"Mmmmmmm," he murmured. I felt it more than heard it.
"Unnnhhh hunnnnh," I almost whined in response.
With that he pushed me back onto the bed and was half on top
of me. I opened my lips and teeth and his tongue surged
through into my mouth. He was pressing his lips into mine
as though he were trying to make them flow together. He
moaned and twisted his head, grinding them ever so much
tighter. My eyes were so tightly closed, it almost hurt.but
the feelings running through my whole body were like
electrical heat!! I was sooooo fucking turned on by that
guy and what he was doing.
Suddenly, he broke the kiss, sat up, and pulled his shirt
and t-shirt off over his head. I could see the nice thick
patch of dark, curly hair on his chest - and the two large,
stiff nipples sticking out. This time, I pushed him back,
burying my face in the rug between his pecs, then moving my
head so that I could envelop his left nipple in my hot,
craving mouth. As my tongue circled it several times, and I
bit down lightly, he moaned again. This time his lower body
lifted up off the bed and I looked down enough to see his
totally hardened cock straining to break through his slacks.
I reached down and somehow loosened that big silver buckle.
then I got to the fastener at the top of his pants and had
it opened and the zipper down in record time. Sitting up, I
reached to both sides and pushed my fingers down behind the
elastic of his shorts and then pushed and pulled them and
his slacks down and off. It was only when they were on the
floor below his sock feet that I noticed that he had been
wearing boxers .. and that somehow I had managed in the same
motion to pull his shoes off!!
I looked back up at the `presents' I had just unwrapped. He
was by no means a `gym rat', but he did have some clear
`definition' .and a very tasty looking treasure trail
running from the bottom of his chest hair, around the navel
and down to that incredible piece of meat that was throbbing
and bobbing above it, already beginning to drip its nectar
into the curlies. I also noticed then, that he had a very
nice, proportional set of egg-sized balls resting on his
thighs. I pushed his knees apart and went for them. As
they dropped down between his legs, I drove my face in there
and began to lick.
I could smell his masculine odors. The musk of his manhood,
mixed with the slightly heady smell of sweat that had been
shed during his work hours and just a hint of his last trip
to the urinal. I opened my mouth and felt the wiry bristles
hair on his sack as I enveloped his left baby-maker. He
arched his back again and moaned. Yes. I was definitely "on
the right track" with this guy !! They were really too big
to get them both in my mouth at the same time, so I
alternated left one, right one .. sucking and slurping and
licking and pulling. His ass was moving the whole time. Up
and down - side to side. That's when I realized that I was
still dressed!
Standing up again, I pulled my sweater and turtle-neck off,
dropping them behind me.. then I opened my belt and fly and
dropped my slacks as I kicked off my loafers. All I was
wearing now was my grey boxer briefs and my socks. I left
the shorts on as I bent back down to him. (I like to have
them `taken' off .. and I felt sure he would oblige at some
point.)
This time, I began to rub my hands up and down the tops of
his thighs. Then I started to lick the underside of that 8-
inch ramrod. I felt it twitch and swell under my tongue.
Little by little I worked my way upward until I felt the `v'
at the base of the head. When I licked across that, he
moaned again and bucked his hips upward.
I know what he wanted right then, and I know what I really
wanted to do right then . but I decided to change my tactic.
Lifting my mouth off his engorged cock, I buried my nose in
to his pubes, pushing his rod to the side as I worked up the
trail and tasted the juices he had left behind. Oh, the
flavor of youth !!
That's when he raised himself slightly up off the bed,
grabbed me, twisted and all but threw me around (I told you
he was big!). Suddenly we were all the way on the bed in a
perfect 69 position, my undershorts had disappeared, and his
mouth had just taken my 6-and-half inches all the way to his
throat. Man!! When that fellow is ready.he is READY!
Oh, holy b'jeeze. "furnace mouth" was all I could think !!
Then he started to suck and my mind shifted to "turbo
hoover"! My whole body started to shake from what he was
doing! When he said earlier that he ".liked the.taste of a
cock." he meant what he said !!!
Recovering some little thought pattern, I reached in front
of my face and pulled that now nearly dripping head of his
to my mouth. I licked across the slit and tasted his juice
directly from the tap this time. Oh. it was soooo sweet!!
I opened my mouth, took it in, and sucked for more. His
hips began to wiggle again and he slowly pushed forward to
drive himself deeper. Luckily, once I had stretched my
mouth open enough for the head, the slimmer shaft pushed
forward until he hit my gag-reflex. Unfortuately, I haven't
been able to overcome that most often. I coughed and
sputtered a little and he back off. I moved back a little
more so that I could work on the head, rasping my tongue
over and around the head, and then concentrating on the hot-
spot at the rear bottom in the `v'. I ran my tongue around
it and then nibbled lightly on the little lobe of extra skin
that's there. Apparently he liked that - from the new,
louder moan and back-arch! Letting the head out, I ran my
lips and tongue up and down the long underside, feeling the
wide tube that was going to eventually give up the contents
of those big balls to me. Only to work my way back to the
tip and re-envelop that delicious head. And `delicious' it
was, as he had obviously oozed more of that sweet pre-cum.
I ran my tongue through the swollen slit and felt another
drop issue from deep inside.
I had been so busy enjoying what was going on in my face,
that, although I certainly was still enjoying the heat and
draw of his mouth on me, I just then became aware of the
finger that was sliding over my tightly, closed hole. My
mind focused just long enough to think that it seemed
awfully slick back there . he must have had some lube
somewhere close by.when he bent the finger and pushed it
against the opening. Oh, yes.. I thought.. and I willed it
to relax and open. He did tell me about that earlier, too.
And, quite frankly, I was more than ready - even eager - for
him to take it there. Yes. I am a `true bottom' at heart!!
I can top, and, should I ever get into a real relationship
with another guy, and he is not a `total top', I do want to
be able to `reciprocate'.. but for right now. I like being
the not-so-wide receiver. Even as I was thinking this, I
felt him working a second finger into me. I'm not that
loose, but it doesn't really take much to get me ready -
even for something the size of which I was about to go for.
As I said, his tool is not that wide, so even though it's
long, I should be able to handle it. With that in mind, I
shifted and turned myself so that I was now on top of him
and face-to-face.
Pushing myself down his longer body, I reached around with
my right hand and held his incredibly stiff manhood straight
as I worked my way down to it. As I felt it in place at
the doorway to my chute, I pushed again. The head popped
in. As I had expected, there was no pain, so I moved
further back onto that wonderful rock-hard fuck-stick. It
just kept going deeper!! And deeper!! Oh. I was in heaven
!!!
The head was just enough bigger to really give a little
stretch to the walls of my tunnel while the shaft slid
comfortably through the ring of my sphincter. Finally I
pushed myself up into a sitting position and drove him into
me pubic-deep! "Oh, damn! Oh, fuck! You feel sooo good in
there!!" I muttered. He just looked at me and smiled.
I began to raise myself slightly, then lowered my gripping
ass over that pole again. As I did, he clenched his eyes
shut and his head began to roll side-to-side. "Awww,
fuck!!" he exhaled. "Awww, fuck, that's good!!" I felt his
cock swell and throb inside me. He was right.. it was
damned good !!!
Then his eyes opened and he said one word, "Roll". I knew
what he meant and I leaned to my left toward the back doors
of the van. I'm pretty close to 195 pounds, but he lifted
me and turned me like I was a feather, so that he was now on
top, facing me, my knees pushed up to my shoulders, my
ankles over his shoulders - and he was still buried deep
inside me. He looked me straight in the eyes and said,
"Now. get ready to get fucked!"
I believed him !!! and he started to slowly withdraw and re-
enter, deep dicking me until I was out of my mind with lust.
All I wanted .. all I could focus on.. was that big nail
driving in and out of me!!! I opened my eyes and looked up
at his face. He was still looking at me and ours eyes met
again.
"You have no idea how much I've wanted this ass!" he said.
"I've watched you get up and walk back to the men's room ..
or when you are leaving. and it has just begged me to fuck
it. .and it's every bit as good as I thought it would be."
".and you have no idea how many times I've imagined you
doing this!! And with just such an incredible cock as you
have!! Now ride me, babe. and fill my tank with you hot man-
juice. I want to feel you shoot a major, hot load up there.
I want to watch your face as you pump it into me by the
gallon!! C'mon, babe. fuck me and fill me !!"
"You like this, Peter? You like the way I'm fucking you?"
he asked as his pace quickened and he began to power thrust
into me. "You like this ? You want more of it? You wanna
feel my hot cum shoot up your insides? You gonna tighten
your ass and suck it out of me? Oh, yeah, baby!!! Oh,
yeah!! I'm getting' close. I'm gonna unload every drop out
of my big balls into your ass!!"
"Oh.. goddamn!! Ohhh. that feels good!! Fuck me!! Fuck me!!
Fill my guts with that hot manhood of yours .. that big cock
and then all that juice!!" By this point, my eyes were
clenched shut and my head was now rolling side-to-side. I
had fistsful of comforter gripped in each hand. I had
lifted my ass as far up as I could to give him total access
so that he could get as deep as possible into me for each
slamming return. Holy, fuck!! I don't remember the last
time (if ever) that I had such a masterful plowing. My
whole body was just vibrating. There is no other word to
describe it. Every time his pole rammed into me, he rode
across my walnut-hard prostate, sending me into even greater
ecstacy!!!
"Oh, shit!" I thought. "He's gonna do it! He's gonna make
me cum just by fucking me!!"
I managed to open my eyes for a moment, just in time to see
him close his, to see his lips shut down to only a thin line
and his head arch back. I knew he was on the very edge!!
He drove his shaft into me one last, hard time and then
began to wiggle his hips as his long, iron-hard rod swelled
up to seemingly gigantic proportions inside me.
"NNNNNnggggg!!! Nnnnnnggggg!!" he keened I felt it explode
deep into me, washing the sides of my chute with it's pearly
white cream!!
As he did, I felt the warmth of my own orgasm as it splashed
onto my neck and chest. "Holy fuck!! He did it !!!" I
thought as I nearly passed out - but still barely aware of
the repeated jerks and throbs deep inside me as he totally
drained those delicious big balls. WOW!! That was
definitely in the record books !!!
As I slowly recovered, I heard him take several deep
breaths. Then I felt him lean forward and felt his lips on
mine as he kissed me. This time it was brief, but sweet.
It really just said "thank you", but I didn't expect - or
want - any more that that. I reached up with both hands
around him and gently stroked his back up and down a few
times, before he pushed himself up and I felt the emptiness
as his now softened (but still quite adequate) love tool
slid out of my very well-fucked hole.
I opened my eyes and watched as he stood (or crouched) by
the bed and opened another `cooler' on the opposite side of
the van from the one with beer. I hadn't seen that one
before. But I guess it was more of a `heater', because he
took out a couple wet, warm towels and handed one to me.
While he was cleaning the mixture of cum and ass juices off
his now totally limp cock, I cleaned up the mess I had made
on myself - surprised really at the volume of `mess' that I
had managed to make. That must have been one hell of a load
!!
He looked over at me and said, "I made these up and brought
them over to the van right after I saw you come in tonight.
I hoped I'd get to use them."
"You mean this was all planned?" I asked, as I picked up my
clothes and finally found my boxer briefs tossed all the way
over behind the one seat.
"Yes, . it was. I decided last week that I was going to
figure out a way to get you in here. I told you that I
thought you had a hot ass. I just had to find out. ..and
by the way.. it is `hot' !!"
"Thanks," I muttered. ".and do you think we might do this
again?" I boldly asked, pulling on my clothes.
"There's a good chance for it," he replied honestly, "but. a
good session like this usually holds me for a few weeks.'til
I start needing a good shot of cock again."
"That's fine," I said. "We'll play it by ear. . although I
could use a workout like that damned near every day . at
least for a few of them. We'll just have to see what
happens."
By then, I was fully dressed and slipping my feet back into
my loafers, although Harrison was still wearing nothing but
his socks. I started to move toward the door and he reached
over to grab the handle and open it for me (staying to the
back and side so no one could see him). Then he hesitated a
minute and leaned forward. His right had was still on the
door handle, but his left came up behind my head and pulled
me forward as he kissed me again. "Thanks," he whispered
into my ear.
His right arm moved and the door slid open. I stepped out.
No one was around to see me - that was a relief. "I guess I
better get home," I thought, "before I start to `leak'!"
And I headed over to my car.
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