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He wasn't smiling, but he never smiled when he was concentrating and boy, was he concentrating. He was making waves in the tub, agitating the water so much it slopped over the side. I put my book down on the bed, pulled my knees up so my feet were planted on the sex mattress. I couldn’t see his hand, but I knew where it was, so I mimicked this motion, rubbing myself beneath the fabric of my trousers. I was half hard already just thinking about what I was seeing. I held my breath and bit my lip, wanting to hold back any noises I might make that would give the show away. Coyle threw his head back so hard against the raised edge of the tub I was surprised it didn’t hurt. Maybe it did and maybe he didn't notice. He was working hard now, more water sloshing out of the tub. The moans were louder, every few punctuated with a breathy ‘uh’ sound. It was those noises that were driving me to distraction. Something about the sound of him caught in the throes of passion that just pushed me to the edge. I unbuttoned my fly, slipped my hand inside my trousers, inside my long johns. It was a tight fit, but I wiggled and adjusted until my fingers were firmly wrapped around my hardened member. Now I had to work at staying quiet. The need to vocalize my rising lust was just so overwhelming, but I knew if I made a sound I’d pull Coyle away from his dream and that was the last thing I wanted to do. The bed squeaked. I held still, waited, watched him continue without notice. His lips were parted, the cigar tossed aside, head rolling side to side 2 (and video set). Ian massaged Stephen’s balls and relished in this now come to life fantasy. He'd always wanted to suck Stephen off, and now he was doing just that. Stephen was notably more relaxed as he started to slow fuck the back of Ian’s throat. The rhythm was perfect, the pace maddening for both men. Ian wanted to suck Stephen dry, wanted to swallow every drop of jiz Stephen could gay hairy hairy hairy hunk man blow his way. But, he’d be patient, afterall he’d waited 6 years and who knew how much longer he'd have to wait before getting another taste? Stephen barely made a sound, but his movements spoke volumes. Ian knew Stephen was enjoying it, what little of Stephen's body Ian could see was visibly more relaxed. Ian bobbed back slowly, then took the length of Stephen's shaft hard and deep, and continued this for what seemed an eternity. Intermittently he’d tease the tip of Stephen's throbbing dick with his tongue, then bury it deep down his throat once again. Then, he could taste it, the sweet juice he’d longed for. Stephen was getting ready to come. Ian squeezed Stephen’s balls gently, then tighter, and firmer. He wanted every last drop. He catalog fashion hunk mail man order orally rode Stephen's cock a little faster now, hungry for the full load. And a full load Ian did get. Stephen started spurting loads and loads of jism as Ian greedily sucked for more. Savoring every swallow Ian didn’t let one drop go to waste. Ian kept Stephen in his mouth until he was sure there was nothing left to take. Then, he gently put Stephen beach boy hairy hunk muscle stud back together, zipping him up and slipping out from under the desk. Stephen was still asleep! Ian didn’t mind, he got what he wanted and quietly left Stephen to his slumber. About an hour later, Stephen buzzed him. "Better extend our daily meetings to two hours from now on," Stephen didn’t wait for a reply. He sat there quietly for a few moments, his hand between his thighs, slowly moving it back and forth, as if he was playing with himself. I sat back, pulled up my own shirt and adjusted myself so that my erection stood tall and straight as I slowly stroked it with my right hand. With anticipation I watched the hole, which soon darkened, as the stranger bent over and peered through into my stall. I was very excited that this stranger wanted to peek into my stall to spy out my nakedness. I gently fondled my throbbing erection, making sure he could see all six inches of its fullness and swollen glory. Pre-seminal fluid began to leak profusely from the deep urinal slit on the perfectly circumcised plumb-sized head of my penis. After a few minutes of displaying my erection to this stranger, I saw the light reappear in the peephole, so I leaned over to look. I was greeted by the sight of his massive erection, standing tall between his thighs. This stranger clearly had the largest penis I had ever seen in person. It was a good seven or eight inches long, similar to the shape of a cucumber, and as thick as my wrist. He was stroking it slowly, up and down, and rubbing his pre-seminal fluid all over the widely flared glans with his thumb. Just then, I glanced down and saw him handing me a piece of paper under the stall. I reached down and took it from him and leaned back as I opened it up and read the words, "Hi. You have a very attractive cock. May I touch it?"

WARNING: nude hunk for always in the bath. He enjoyed bathing like I enjoyed poker. Hot water and suds up to his chin, a cigar in his mouth, brandy at hand, like a gentleman of leisure. As was his habit, he had the tub arranged so it faced the hotel room door. I was sitting on the bed to his right and back a little so he couldn’t even see me peering over my book unless he turned his head a good ways in my direction. He wasn’t going to turn. He was in a world of his own and didn’t even know I existed. That was another thing that fascinated me about Coyle. The way he could lose himself in a dream. This morning I woke up with the worst headache imaginable. My apartment was a mess and there were bills to be paid. Etc, etc. Just when I thought my luck couldn’t get any worse, in walks my girlfriend, a furious scowl on her pretty face. She found out I was bisexual. In the most melodramatic way you can possibly imagine. Well, screw that, I told her. Apparently Alex, my Tuesday night fuck, had bitched on me. Motherfucker. We broke up, of course. I wasn’t gonna lose any sleep over it, I told myself - she wasn't worth it. I made a mental note to give Samantha, Alex’s wife, a little phone call. But feeling kinda bummed anyway, I trudged to my favourite sleazy gay bar. I needed some loving – a stress-relief fuck, that was what I needed. I wanted some cute stranger, legs spread and lying beneath me, screaming in pleasure, and not just screaming at me. I pushed open the swinging doors of the bar. The place was so damn obvious; it was called The Closet, for fuck’s sake. I quickly got down on my own knees and slid my right thigh between his, placing my own balls and stiff penis as close to his own as possible. The feeling of his soft hairy thigh rubbing against my own thighs, balls and erection, as I slid forward, was heavenly. We then began to fondle each other. It was so exciting, as I grasp his thick, fully erect shaft with my right hand and cupped his egg-sized balls with my left. He was so large. I was thrilled with the size and weight of his throbbing rod and egg-sized balls in my hands, and pleased that he was so sexually aroused by my own stiff erection. I rubbed the copious amounts of pre seminal fluid, that oozed from the head of his penis, all over his widely flared glans with my thumb. It glistened under the overhead lights of the restroom and slipped easily between my fingers as I continued to rub him. I guess the thought that we were doing this in a public restroom added even more to the thrill. Soon we began to mutually masturbate each other and I could hear him begin to gasp and breath very deep and rhythmically. He whispered, "Do you want to suck my penis?" I suddenly realized that yes I did, very much, want to suck his magnificent piece of flesh. I quickly adjusted myself onto my hands and knees and bent over to get a very close look at what I was about to suck into my mouth. The red swollen glans of his penis was slightly wider than his thick shaft. The skin of his shaft was smooth and unblemished, and revealed several bulging veins running up and down its length. The head of his penis was very clean looking and perfectly circumcised, just like my own. His penis suddenly became very attractive to my lust filled gaze as I lowered my mouth and slid the shiny head of his member past my pursed lips. His skin had a slightly salty taste, but otherwise I found it a very pleasant experience. I breathed deeply through my nostrils as his penis completely filled my mouth, and his musky sex-scent, emanating from his thick tangled pubic bush, filled the air as I started to masturbate him into my mouth. I could hear him begin to groan and his heavy balls began to retract and bunch up in my hand, in anticipation of his approaching orgasm. I suddenly realized that I must decide what to do about his sperm, when he started to ejaculate. I decided I wanted to swallow it, but I wanted him to tell me when he was going to cum so I could prepare myself, mentally. This was something I had never done before.