Date: Sun, 12 Jun 2011 23:11:34 -0400
From: keybedder@aol.com
Subject: Unseen Lover

UNSEEN LOVER by K. Nitsua. Copyright 2011 by the author.

It's past my usual quitting time on a sunny Friday when I finally close the
door to my office and leave the building. It's been a stressful week, and
I'm tired, brain-dead, and ragingly horny.

Hitting the gym takes care of some of the stress. I work through my usual
circuit, resting shorter intervals than usual between my sets. I feel the
blood course into my muscles, pumping them up. By the time I done I'm
looking pretty good. I glance at myself naked in the mirror as I head for
the showers and catch a guy sitting on a bench checking me out. He's cute
and normally I'd consider flirting with him, but not today.

I step into one of the stalls and turn on the warm spray. My cut cock
swells as I soap myself. But I'm not going to jack off here, even though
there's some privacy. There's only one person who can help me with this
itch that I have, and I'm heading for his place as soon as I'm done.  He's
e-mailed me that he's at home, waiting for me. I can't disappoint him. I've
even gone to the gym today, tired as I was, because I wanted to look my
best for him.

Never mind that he's never actually seen me.

His house is in a modest subdivision in the north part of town. It's easy
to get there from either work or the gym, just a quick freeway drive. I'm
always a bit nervous getting out of the car, but that's just me--usually no
one is around, and the few times there have been people they haven't paid
any attention. It's far enough away from where I live that the chance of
seeing friends or co-workers is practically nil.

Even so, I walk quickly up his driveway and to his front door. I know it
will be unlocked but I knock anyway so as not to look suspicious. I step
into the cool silent front hallway.

He has left a chair for me to put my clothes on. I look to the right, to an
open doorway. The dark heavy curtain has been hung across it as usual, a
small rectangular hole cut into it in the center, less than halfway
up. Beyond it the room is dark, but I know he is in there behind the
makeshift barrier.

He is kneeling, blindfolded and naked, waiting.

My cock is hard, hard inside the jockstrap I'm wearing underneath my gray
wool dress pants. I'm still wearing a necktie from the office. I undress in
the hallway, slowly, making him wait. He likes the anticipation, he's told
me. I slip off my black leather shoes and line them up neatly by the
chair. I peel off my dark socks and stuff each inside a shoe.

I undo my belt, making sure the buckle clinks. Then I lower my zipper
slowly, so that he'll hear the raspy buzz as it descends. I pause, and
unfasten the button at the middle of the waist. My pants fall from the
weight of the belt buckle and hit the floor. The air is cool on my bare
butt.

I step out of my pants, pick them up and fold them neatly before I place
them on the chair. I loosen my tie and undo my cuff buttons, but leave my
shirt on. This is part of our foreplay--he likes to finish undressing me.

I sense movement behind the curtain, and imagine I can hear him. I stand
absolutely still and silent, making him wait some more, wondering where I
am and why I don't come. Finally he can't stand it any longer. I see a
finger poke through the slit in the curtain. He parts the opening enough so
I can see his open mouth. My cock leaps up and strains against the elastic
pouch of my jockstrap. I'm through teasing him--I want this as much as he
does.

I walk to the doorway and stand so that my bulging crotch pushes through
the opening. Now for sure I can hear him breathing. Suddenly I feel the
moist heat of his breath seeping through the elastic cloth of the
pouch. His lips find the outline of my hard shaft and take hold. My own
breath is coming quick and shallow now, my heart pounding with excitement
and anticipation. He knows how to make me wait too.

I reach around the curtain with my arms. My hands find his head and grab
it, not roughly, not yet. I stroke his hair.

"Oh yeah," he whispers. His own arms snake around the curtain and take hold
of my butt cheeks, sliding across them, caressing them. His hands slip
under the straps of the jock and pull at it. I help him by pushing the
waistband down in front. My half-hard cock flops out, head already moist
with precum.

"Oh yeah!" he says again, more excited. His hands tug harder until the
waistband is halfway down my thighs. I feel his tongue tickle the head of
my dick. It hardens in response.

"Suck it," I urge him.

He chuckles in response, makes me wait just a little longer. He licks and
kisses the shaft, tantalizing me further. Then, all of a sudden, I'm
engulfed by the sliding, slippery warmth of his mouth as he takes me down
to the root. I let out a grunt of surprise and satisfaction. My clutching
hands force his head deeper into my crotch as I fuck his mouth, shoving my
cock so that it bumps the back of his throat. I hear air whistling from his
nostrils as he tries to catch a breath, then gagging noises. It's okay--he
likes it rough, he's told me. Nevertheless, I let him go. He pulls back,
gasping.

"Fuck that's great," he says. His hands rove up my chest, tweaking my
nipples and making me grunt. They fumble with the knot of my tie. I loosen
it for him and let him draw it off. He unfastens my collar button, slides
my shirt off my shoulders. It falls to the floor. He slides the jockstrap
down the rest of the way and I step out of it. Now I'm naked, shivering in
his air-conditioned hallway, and hard as a rock.

Let me tell you how I met him.

I'd answered an ad for a "private glory hole" on Craigslist. I'd always
been into anonymous sex and a glory hole in the safety and privacy of
someone's house was right up my alley. I'd hoped I'd at least get good suck
job when I walked into his place for the first time. I'd been a little
disappointed when I saw that the glory hole wasn't a real wall, but just a
curtain. Still, now that I was here I thought I might as well go through
with it.

That first time I didn't strip, simply unzipped and stuck my cock through
the slit he'd cut in the heavy dark material. He'd taken his slow, sweet
time with me, driving me crazy with his warm wet mouth, his soft lips and
caressing, flicking tongue. He'd let me pull back when I got too
close--we'd wait, frozen and silent while I cooled off just enough, then he
went back to work. Finally after half a dozen trips to the edge and back,
his hands had clamped onto my butt and pulled me deep into his throat when
I tried the same trick again. He'd slid back and forth harder and faster on
my shaft as my weak protests turned first into whimpers, then roars of
delight as I'd unloaded what felt like a gallon of cum into his eager
mouth.

My legs were rubbery and my hands shook so that I had trouble zipping
myself up in the aftermath. "Thanks, man," I said to the empty air, after
I'd managed to catch my breath a little. "That was awesome."

A soft chuckle. "My pleasure." He paused, then added, "You like edging,
don't you?"

"Edging?"

"Pulling back when you're about to cum. Making it last."

I couldn't keep the eagerness out of my voice. "Yeah. That's my favorite."

"Come back and I'll keep you here twice as long."

I knew then I was going to take him up on his offer.

So my visits to his place had continued. We'd agreed to keep things as
anonymous as we could, no last names, no faces. The house was always in
semidarkness when I walked in. He'd taken to wearing a blindfold, even
behind the partition, so he wouldn't see me. I'd caught glimpses of his
face, his mouth, clutched his head and hair, let my hands rove over his
naked body, tasted his lips, tongue and cock. Yet I wouldn't recognize him
if I passed him on the street, and the thrill of knowing that kept the
chemistry between us going.

Today is maybe the eighth or tenth time we've met. Precum drips from the
head of my cock as I thrust it through the curtain.

"Suck it," I tell him again.

"Mm hmm," he says, and takes it into his mouth. I grab his head and push
his face all the way into my crotch again, thrusting my hips so that my
cock bumps the back of his throat over and over, fucking his face. Then I
push his face against my pubes until I hear him choke, finally letting him
go so he can gasp for air.

"Oh yeah!" he says again, when he can speak.

"You like that?"

"Fuck yeah," he says.

"I like it too," I tell him. He begins to suck me again, more gently this
time, occasionally teasing the head with his tongue, or sliding along the
length of my shaft with his lips, before taking me full into his mouth
again. His hands are in constant motion too, grabbing or slapping my butt
cheeks, sliding on my stomach and up to my pecs, flicking and twisting my
nipples while he sucka me. This last especially drives me crazy and I can't
keep from moaning with delight when he does that.

"God, I love your body. Smooth butt. Tight abs. So hot."

After a while I get dangerously close to cumming and pull back. He lets me
go and I kneel, whispering through the gap in the curtain, "Kiss me."

Our mouths find each other and meet in a long, wet, passionate kiss, lips
and tongues tangling while muffled moans and whimpers of delight rise from
our throats. We break apart, then come back together, over and over
again. Finally he pulls back and gets to his feet. A moment later his
thick, stubby, circumcised cock pokes through.

"Suck me."

Since he's giving me a fantastic blowjob I'm happy to oblige, though I'm
not nearly as good a cocksucker as he is. I take his cock in and work on
it, back and forth, while he moans encouragement. Salty precum flows into
my mouth. Even though he hasn't sucked me for minutes my own cock is still
rock hard. By now a film of sweat coats my body and dampens my hair despite
the air conditioning. All trace of the cool, well-dressed professional who
left the office a couple of hours ago is gone. I'm naked and disheveled, in
a stranger's house, taking his cock down my throat and sucking it like an
animal. There's nothing better than dirty, sweaty, totally anonymous sex
between two men whose only thought is to get each other off.

He doesn't usually get off in our encounters, actually. Today, though, I
want him to come too. I think of a way to get him there. I wet his prick
with as much spit as I can before I stand up and turn around. His cock
nudges at my crack.

"Oh yeah!" he mutters excitedly. "You want it up your ass?"

"Yeah," I say. "Fuck me."

I bend over, pull my cheeks apart, push back against him. He's thick, but
not that big, and gets inside me pretty easy with a little help. I feel the
swelling heat of his prick force me open. My own cock takes another jump
upward and a thread of my precum drips onto the hall rug. I wonder if I've
ever been this turned on.

He grunts with satisfaction as he begins to thrust into me. I don't have
anything to hold on to and have to put my hands on the floor, painfully
stretching my hamstrings, making the blood rush to my head. I look up
between my legs and watch his bare shaft pistoning in and out of my hole,
making my balls shake every time he hits bottom. He's exactly the right
length to give maximum stimulation to my prostate and the fire builds up
higher inside me.

As he fucks me harder he grabs my hips with his hands, keeping me from
falling forward. He grunts louder and I know he's getting close. I push
back on his cock and urge him on. "C'mon, fucker. Give me that load. Breed
my hole."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah...Oh God!" His words turn into harsh gasps as he thrusts
all the way into me and holds himself there. I squeeze my ass muscles as
tight as I can and feel his shaft throbbing as he empties his load into my
innards.

We stay that way, joined together, as long as we can. Finally he lets go of
me. My exhausted thigh muscles give way and I fall to my hands and knees,
but right away I'm up and turning around, aiming for his cock. I take his
softening organ, slick with my spit and ass juices and his cum, in my
mouth, hearing him gasp as my tongue makes contact. I know he's sensitive
in the aftermath so I clean him off gently.

He pulls back and his cock disappears back behind the partition. "Your
turn," he whispers.

"I got your cum inside me. You want mine now?" I know the answer to that
one.

"Damn right. Give it to me."

I stand and push my cock back through the curtain. His mouth surrounds it
and he goes to work. No more pulling back from the brink, no more
edging. He's sliding back and forth with maximum pressure, his spit coating
my shaft and dripping off, bent on pushing me over the edge. I reach behind
the heavy cloth with both my arms, grab his head and fuck his face. He
moans encouragement.

"Take my load man. It's going to be a big one. Ready for it?"

"Mm hmm," he says, sliding even faster.

"Oh god...here it comes...Take it, fucker!" I shout. I lose all control as
the sperm boils up from my tense balls, mixing with the fluid from my
engorged prostate and exploding out the head of my cock, hitting the back
of his throat and filling his eager mouth. My head whips back as I utter
wordless cries of delight, my hands holding his head in a viselike grip as
I push him as far as I can into my crotch, thrusting my cock as far down
his throat as he can take it.

Dimly I'm aware that he's making small whimpering noises, choked by my
hands and the flood of sperm filling his mouth. I realize he needs to
breathe and relax my grip. I hear a noisy expulsion of air and spittle,
then great gasping breaths as he catches some oxygen.

I take a step back, withdrawing my still twitching cock from the glory
hole. My chest is heaving. I'm covered with sweat from head to toe. My
thighs are aching from being tensed for so long. My asshole is burning from
the recent fucking it's gotten. I feel something wet on my leg and realize
that his cum has leaked out of my butt and is running down my thigh.

"You okay man?" I ask.

No answer for moments, just more gasps. "Fuck yeah!" he finally says. "That
was fantastic."

I laugh, a bit shakily. "You're telling me."

"You taste wonderful. Like always. Thanks for the great load."

I can't help chuckling a bit at how polite he is, considering we've just
been fucking like dogs. "My pleasure. And thanks for yours."

Now it's his turn to chuckle. "I wasn't planning on that. But you got me so
turned on..."

"It's running out of me," I tell him. "I need to get cleaned up before I
go."

"You can use the shower right behind you in the hall. I've put a fresh
towel there in case you needed it."

I head into the bathroom he's pointed out, leaving my clothes in the
hall. I turn on the warm spray and wash my sweat and his cum off of me,
taking my time. I can't help hoping there's a bit left inside to take with
me from today's encounter. It's only fair since he has so much of mine.

I towel myself off and head back into the hall. As I pick up my clothes and
start to get dressed I look at the curtain. He's still back there, and I
see a finger poking through the hole, beckoning.

"One last taste. Please," I hear him whisper.

I walk over, let him have my now soft cock. He licks at it, puts it in his
mouth gently, finally releases it with a kiss on its head. His hand pats my
behind.

"I know you have to go. Have a great weekend. Till next time."

"Take care man. Thanks again."

Moments later I shut his front door behind me. I'm dressed and put
together, at least on the outside. My heart is still beating faster than
normal and my balls are aching from the aftermath. There's a smile on my
face and a spring in my step, though. I'm going to get a good night's sleep
and have a relaxed weekend, thanks to my unseen lover.

END