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Sarah. College Freshman. Odd person. Admirer of people.

Fic: Room 412 (part 5/?)

Rating: NC-17
Summary: Kurt and Blaine are assigned as roommates at NYADA. Over time, their friendship blooms into a complicated wing-man situation, choc full of benefits.
Warnings: there’s just a bunch of sex stuff okay
A/N: I’M SORRY IT TOOK SO DAMN LONG. my life got pretty damn crazy. also, this isn’t beta’d. so i’m sorry. i’ll do it tomorrow

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When Kurt finally began to wake up, Blaine took him fully into his mouth, not stopping until his nose was buried in pubic hair and Kurt’s length was nudging against the back of his throat.

                “Jesus, Blaine. What time is it?” Kurt had asked with a raspy voice, staring down at Blaine in bewilderment. He ignored the question, and continued to bob his head and suck until Kurt forgot that he had asked

Weeks began to fly by with a strange ambiance hovering over Kurt and Blaine’s friendship. There were never really any sex rules set by either Kurt or Blaine about their relations. `The only sort of rules that they had in place were that they were allowed to have sex with each other, but they couldn’t make it weird. For example - staring into each other’s eyes for longer than five or six seconds would be considered weird - lazy, long, closed mouth kisses that were not used in the context of sex would also be considered weird.

However, long, lazy sessions of worshiping the other’s body were not considered weird. After their first few times together, they both discovered that they each definitely had certain fascinations with the other’s body. Blaine was literally obsessed with Kurt’s cock. He was amazed by how perfect the size and shape of it was. He’d fantasize about Kurt pinning him against their bedroom wall and fucking him, but never said a word about it, not wanting to nudge towards the subject of Kurt’s virginity. Instead he simply reveled in the moments when he was able to have Kurt’s dick in his hand or in his mouth.

In fact, one morning Blaine woke up in the middle of the night from a very inappropriate dream. He had fallen asleep while studying for an exam that he had the next day. He couldn’t remember exactly whose dick he was sucking, but the vague images that hadn’t faded from his memory yet had left him wanting and needy. Blaine looked across the room at Kurt, peacefully sleeping. His roommate was once again sleeping in only underwear, his bare chest gloriously exposed in the room’s yellow light, with a hand gracefully lying on top of his stomach. His comforter was tucked just under his hips, and Blaine could see the waistband of purple briefs edging out from view. Blaine palmed the erection that he had developed in his sleep as he stared at Kurt’s lower chest, letting his mind drift and reminisce of the taste and feel of his cock from a couple of nights ago, when he and his roommate had been in a 69 position.

A combination of horniness and confidence allowed Blaine to get up from his bed and kneel at Kurt’s. He very carefully pulled his comforter down so that it revealed a half-hard cock, tenting in dark purple underwear. Blaine very carefully slid a hand into the slit of the briefs and pulled Kurt’s penis out, smiling as he ran his thumb along the length of it. He leisurely traced his tongue along the veins running from the base. Soon enough Kurt’s cock was fully hard, he was still asleep, and Blaine was still making kitten-like licks at his head. The thought ‘God, I am so gay’ ran through his mind multiple times throughout the whole experience.

When Kurt finally began to wake up, Blaine took him fully into his mouth, not stopping until his nose was buried in pubic hair and Kurt’s length was nudging against the back of his throat.

                Jesus, Blaine. What time is it?” Kurt had asked with a raspy voice, staring down at Blaine in bewilderment. He ignored the question, and continued to bob his head and suck until Kurt forgot that he had asked.

Kurt was addicted to the lines along Blaine’s body. The veins that occasionally stuck out from his arms drove Kurt crazy with desire. He felt like he could spend hours running his hands and mouth and tongue along Blaine’s expanses of skin.  They had a few dance classes together, and watching Blaine move with a female partner - the way his biceps flexed while doing lifts, the strain of his calves during jumps – was nothing short of torture. The only thing that kept his spirits up was knowing that his attraction to Blaine’s body was not in vain. Kurt would smirk to himself in the middle of class, because he knew exactly what it felt like to grip one of Blaine’s flexed biceps, or better yet his ass.

One day, Kurt was sitting at his desk, working on a sewing piece when Blaine came back in the room from a shower. He was very damp, his hair clung to his forehead and a white towel was knotted very lowly on his hips. Kurt spun around a little in his chair, watching Blaine move about the room, looking for clothes to wear and applying deodorant. In a quick motion he unwrapped his towel from around his waist, and began to dry his hair with it. There Blaine stood in the middle of the room, stark naked, torso and arms stretched out as he dried his hair with the towel. Kurt ran a finger along his lip as he stared at the lines of Blaine’s legs, which disappeared into the lines of his abs, which disappeared into his chest and arms and neck and holy fuck everything looked so perfect.

                “You did this on purpose,” Kurt blurted before jumping up from his seat and moving towards Blaine. He pulled the towel out of his hands in one swift motion, throwing it on the floor and surging himself forward to press a burning kiss against his roommate’s lips. Blaine’s stretched out arms slowly settled around Kurt’s shoulders, and he angled his head to give himself better access as he kissed him back.

                “Can’t say that I did,” Blaine breathed as Kurt began to mouth along his jaw and neck. “But I’m definitely not complaining.”

                “I don’t believe you.” Kurt pushed Blaine back so that they tumbled onto his bed together.

                “Oh the joy of theatre history lectures,” Blaine sighed as he slumped into the seat next to Kurt. “This is for you.” He handed Kurt a grande starbucks cup.

                “You are adorable,” Sarah said, sticking her head out from the other side of him.

                “Can’t argue with that one,” Blaine mumbled.

                “He does this all the time,” Kurt expanded.

Sarah leaned herself over to talk to Blaine again. “And where’s my coffee, sir?”

                “I’m afraid I don’t know your coffee order, Sarah,” Blaine shrugged. “But there’s a blueberry muffin if you want it?”

                “I’ll pass.” The professor walked to the front of the room, and began his powerpoint. She reached down to grab a notebook and pen out of her bag. “But for next time,” she whispered, “skinny caramel macchiato, please and thank you.”

                “So are you going home for Thanksgiving?” Blaine whispered to Kurt as their professor began to talk.

                “We haven’t talked about this yet?” Kurt whispered back with a furrowed brow. He’d been thinking about it for weeks now, and Thanksgiving was literally the next day.

                “We haven’t talked about it yet,” Blaine confirmed.

                “Oh. Well I’m taking a train back to Ohio tonight…”

                “Yeah, it leaves at eight.”

Blaine nodded thoughtfully.

                “Are you staying in New York?” Kurt asked

                “My brother wants to come pick me up and bring me back to his place in Connecticut for Thanksgiving dinner with his girlfriend. I haven’t decided if I’m going to take him up on his offer.”

Kurt looked over at the professor, making sure that he hadn’t taken notice of their conversation before he whispered to Blaine again. “What about your parents?”

                “They have conveniently gone to Italy for the week,” Blaine elaborated with a sigh. “Because apparently the best way to celebrate an American holiday is to run away to Europe.”

                “That’s…unusual…”

                “Believe me, if you knew my parents you wouldn’t be surprised.”

                “Let’s continue this conversation after class, yeah? I’ll buy you lunch,” Blaine proposed as he opened his own notebook.

                “Sure, but how about I buy instead this time.”

Blaine looked at Kurt with a baffled look.

                “You’ve bought me breakfast about every other day for the past three months, Blaine.”

                “Fine,” he grumbled, jotting down some notes from the professor.

                “Looks like you’ll have the dorm to yourself for a couple of days,” Kurt commented as he and Blaine sat in a café on NYADA’s campus.

                “Looks like it.”

                “You’ll finally be able to bring home a nice hookup without your meddling roommate getting in the way.”

He laughed and looked up at Kurt’s smirk. “Yeah? You’d allow it?”

                “Hey, if I’m not in the room, you have an all access pass to defile whoever you want,” he declared with a raised hand. “With the exception of prostitutes.”

Blaine scoffed.

                “And they’re not allowed anywhere near my bed.”

                “Just the prostitutes?”

Kurt gave Blaine a certain glaring look, and was then rewarded with another ring of laughter from him.

                “I’ll doubt that I’ll be able to find a hookup on Thanksgiving weekend, Kurt.”

                “Not with that attitude,” Kurt said, smirking when he saw Blaine’s smile. “Just promise me you won’t stay in the dorm for the whole weekend while everyone’s gone.”

                “I told you, I’m thinking about going to Cooper’s!”

                “Yeah? And what’s the other option?”

                “Staying in our dorm for the entire weekend watching ‘Across the Universe’ twenty more times…” he joked with a grin, “…or hiding in one of your bags and sneaking on the train with you.”

                “You’re definitely small enough.”

Needless to say, Blaine did not end up hiding in his suitcase that night, and Kurt caught his train back to Lima alone.

From: Kurt 7:14 PM
Happy Thanksgiving, Blaine! I’m thankful for all those times you bought me breakfast. I hope you’re in Connecticut and not by yourself in our dorm.

From: Blaine 7:43 PM
Happy Thanksgiving to you too! I’m thankful for your beautiful, beautiful ass. And your friendship too… I guess…as a side note.

From: Kurt 7:52 PM
Very funny. Are you at your brother’s?

From: Blaine 7:55 PM
Yes, darling. I am safe and sound in the suburbs of southern Connecticut. Cooper says hello.

From: Kurt 8:01 PM
Hello Cooper. My dad says hello as well.

From: Blaine 8:06 PM
Happy Thanksgiving, Mr. Hummel

A couple of days later, while on a train back to New York, Kurt received a text from a guy in his speech class. A bunch of people were going to get together at a club that night, and he decided to invite Kurt. He accepted the invitation, and spent the hour that he had left on the train mentally going through his wardrobe in his head, trying to come up with a good outfit for the occasion - possibly a dark blue blazer over his Vogue t-shirt, and some slim fitting khaki’s.

Five hours later Kurt was standing at a high-table, sipping a mojito and trying his best to listen to a few acquaintances’ yelled conversation over the booming music. A friend named Gordon tried to say something to him, but he couldn’t hear. Gordon stepped closer and yelled louder.

                “Don’t you know that guy?” he yelled into Kurt’s ear. “The guy in the white shirt?”

He pointed over to the dance floor, where a crowd was pulsing and dancing along with the music. At the edge of the crowd, dancing with his hands in the air, was Blaine. He seemed like he was having a good time, smiling at some girls that Kurt didn’t know.

                “Yeah, he’s my roommate,” Kurt answered.

                “Is he single?” Gordon replied hopefully.

Kurt looked back at where Blaine was letting one of his girlfriends playfully smack his butt, and narrowed his eyes a little.

                “Yeah….no he’s unattached.”

                “Do you think you could introduce us?” Gordon asked with hopeful eyes.

Kurt let his mouth drop open slightly, and looked back over where Blaine was dancing. Could he introduce them? Well of course he could but…did he want to?

                “Yeah…yeah sure, I can. Let me go talk to him,” he decided before taking long last sips of his mojito.

                “Thanks, Kurt. I owe you one.”

                “Yeah you do,” Kurt mumbled to himself before walking away from the table as Gordon went back to another conversation.

Kurt walked over to the dance floor, finding himself staring at Blaine’s ass as he got closer. Once he was within reach, he put a hand on the small of Blaine’s back and leaned in close.

                “Hey roomie,” Kurt greeted over the music.

Blaine turned his head and his face lit up. “Kurt! I thought you were in Ohio!” He immediately tugged Kurt by the waist, bringing him nearer to himself.

                “I just got back…a friend asked me to come.”

                “Well I’m glad you’re here,” Blaine beamed as he continued to move his hips. “Dance with me.”

Blaine lifted a hand and dangled it off Kurt’s right shoulder, absentmindedly brushing the end of Kurt’s hairline with the tips of his fingers. Kurt looked down at Blaine’s body, at the tight long-sleeved white shirt he was wearing and light blue ripped skinny jeans. There was an inch or two of revealed skin where his shirt rode up at his hips. Kurt couldn’t help but let his hand drift over to it, rubbing his thumb across the skin and dipping into the shirt.

                “Are those my pants?” Kurt asked, looking back up at where Blaine staring back with a lighthearted smirk. He had thought that seeing other people wearing his clothes would be more of an annoyance than a turn on, but god Blaine looked amazing in those jeans.

                “Like I said, I thought you were in Ohio.”

                “They look good on you,” Kurt blurted.

                “Yeah?” Blaine looked down at Kurt’s attire, checking him out. “You look hot tonight too.”

Kurt’s eyes locked with Blaine’s and two thoughts rushed to his mind. The first thought was about how great it would be to lean forward and kiss Blaine senseless as a form of appreciation. Or to drag him back to their dorm building so they could rut against each other in the elevator. However, the second thought beat out the first.

                “There’s this guy who wants to meet you.”

Suddenly Gordon appeared next to them, with a hand on Kurt’s shoulder. Kurt immediately took his hand off Blaine’s waist and stepped back a foot or two. “Hey! I’m Gordon,” he introduced. Blaine tore his eyes away from Kurt’s face, then politely smiled at the man in front of him.

                “Who’s this, Blaine?” Someone asked from behind Blaine. A tall blonde, with coiffed hair and a muscular build. He was pretty darn good looking, Kurt had to admit.

                “This is um…this is Kurt. Kurt, this is Vinny.”

Vinny grinned brightly at Kurt, and he couldn’t help but smile back because wow that man was attractive. He was wearing an oxford blue collared shirt that was unbuttoned halfway – dipping into his abs - and there was a bit of sweat from dancing and everything about him just reeked runway model and sexy.

                “Would it be alright if I danced with you?” Vinny asked, moving into his space.  Kurt nodded, and by the next song the two were moving together, rotating hips and occasionally brushing limbs.

Blaine found himself stealing glances at the other pair while he danced with Gordon. There was an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach that left him utterly bemused. It was if something was wrong, something that he couldn’t quite place.

Gordon, focus on Gordon, Blaine thought to himself, forcing his eyes back over to the man in front of him. Gordon was smiling, staring at the shape of Blaine’s dancing form and obviously not paying attention to the fact that Blaine’s mind was somewhere else.  He sighed to himself as he watched the other man move a hand to his waist, pressing him closer. Blaine could tell it was nothing special, just another fuck. Another good time that ended within an hour or two, with no attachments and no stability.

But isn’t this what Blaine wanted? Isn’t this what he loved? Spontaneity and adventure and just sex in general? Having an attractive man undressing him with his eyes had always completely done it for him. That combined with New York City and the school of his dreams should be heaven. Why wasn’t it working this time?

Blaine put on a smile for Gordon and hooked his arms around his shoulders, trying to at least get something going so that the unwanted thoughts would leave his head. For a few minutes it worked, as he focused on the music and Gordon’s body. However it wasn’t long before his eyes wandered back to Kurt and Vinny, whose hips were pressed close and were pretty much grinding at that point. Blaine couldn’t take his eyes off the way Kurt’s hand ran down the man’s bicep, squeezing lightly before moving across and up his chest. Why the hell was Blaine staring at his roommate and…was…—was that…jealousy that Blaine felt stirring in his stomach?

A moment later Kurt’s eyes wandered and found his.

God, Blaine must have looked so pathetic. He quickly looked away and moved his hips closer to Gordon’s in an attempt to make it look like he wasn’t creeping on Vinny and him. But Blaine couldn’t help himself, and after a while his eyes were back on Kurt, and once again Kurt caught his stare.

Shit, he’d just made it weird.

Blaine hung his head in aggravation, letting it fall on Gordon’s shoulder. When he looked at Kurt again, the asshole was actually smirking.

                “Is that some sort of sex ritual?” Blaine asked as he walked back into their dorm room at 2 AM that same night. Kurt was on the floor, leaning his shoulders off the ground and lifting the rest of his body with his feet.

                “Pilates, Blaine,” he answered, continuing another set. “How did things go with Gordon?”

                “Unexciting,” Blaine sighed, plopping himself down on his bed. “I’m 90% sure he came in his pants on the dance floor.

Kurt winced. “And what about you?”

                “I was only about half hard, it was kind of hard to get into it with him.” Because I was watching you get gyrated against a couple of feet away. “I guess I was just a little distracted,” he admitted with a smirk.

Kurt looked at Blaine warily.

                “And how did your night go?” Blaine asked to swiftly change the topic.

                “It was good,” he decided. “Got a blowjob in the bathroom.”

Blaine laughed to himself. “That’s Vinny for ya.” He watched as Kurt lifted his lower body into the air once again. “Is there a reason that you’re doing Pilates at two-o-clock in the morning?”

                “You’re gonna laugh at me,” Kurt warned, before huffing out a breath of strangled air from the exercise.

                “I kind of already am laughing at you. But you should try me anyways.”

Kurt got up off the floor with a sigh and sat at the edge of his bed. “I was practicing for um…penetration.”

Blaine gave him a befuddled look. “Okay…”

                “I…I don’t know. I just wanted to make sure I had the right stamina in certain muscle areas for things. But I think this is all just stemming off from disappointment that more didn’t happen between that guy Vinny and I.”

                “Wait…you would have been willing to lose your virginity to Vinny?”

Kurt shrugged.

                “You’re kidding me right?” Blaine asked.

                “Vinny is a sleazeball, Kurt. He’s…he’s…I mean I shouldn’t even have to explain it to you considering he sucked your dick in a unisex bathroom.”

                “I just want to get it over with,” Kurt said tiredly. “I mean, I want to be able to do it with people. I just have to breach that one little concept and I’ll be sexually free. I just want to know what to expect.”

                “Your first time shouldn’t be with Vinny,” Blaine articulated. “It should be with someone that you’ll be able to look back at and not cringe.”

Kurt huffed out a breath of ironic laughter and leaned back on his hands, looking towards the ceiling. “Vinny is still very gorgeous and I’m sure that there would be very little cringing involved, had the act actually happened.”

                “It should be with someone you trust…” Blaine looked down at his feet.

                “…yeah well guys here don’t exactly have the words ‘trustee’ printed on their foreheads…”

                “…it should be with someone like me.”

Kurt looked back at Blaine, watching him for a moment in silence. He raised an eyebrow. “You want me to give you my v-card?”

                “I—I’m just saying that it’s an important thing…and I’d rather you did it with someone who wouldn’t be taking advantage of you.”

Kurt laughed. “You so take advantage of me.

                “You know what I mean,” Blaine smiled back. “And plus, we’ve been playing with each other’s cocks for a few good weeks now. I mean…why not?”

                “And you’re eloquent about it too,” Kurt noted sarcastically.

                “It’s a good idea,” Blaine stated simply. “It’s only weird if we make it weird.”

                “I wouldn’t make it weird.”

                “So, is that a yes?”

Kurt got up from his bed, and walked over to their sink, getting ready for his nightly facial routine. “That’s an ‘I’ll think about it’.”

Blaine took off his shirt and tossed it in his laundry basket, walking over to his dresser to get some pajamas. “Well my ass is ready when you are.” He unbuttoned Kurt’s jeans that he had been wearing and began to pull them down. “Thanks for letting me borrow these.”

                “Speaking of your ass,” Kurt remarked while rubbing exfoliants into his skin, “even though you took them without my consent, those pants actually do look really good on you.”

                “Oh really?” Blaine slowed his motions, swaying his hips seductively – albeit comically – as he faced his backside towards Kurt. “And how good do I look without them.”

Kurt glanced over at him, while still massaging his skin. Blaine stood in the middle of the room, clad in only boxers and bending to accentuate his ass. “Meh,” he shrugged, “I’d prefer it with the jeans on.”

                “Dick,” Blaine retorted, throwing the pants at the rightful owner. Kurt squeaked, maneuvering himself to try and not get any of his facial gel on the pants. “So how are Vinny’s infamous blowjobs?”

                “They’re infamous?”

                “A little.”

                “I mean, it was hot…but…”

Blaine pulled on a t-shirt and began getting into bed. “Let me ask this again. On a scale of one to Blaine Anderson, how was Vinny’s blowjob.”

Kurt looked over at his roommate’s ridiculous smile. “Honestly, I was just focusing on coming as fast as possible and not touching any of the bathroom walls.”

                Sexy,” Blaine whispered sarcastically.

                “Like your situation was any better, mister.”

A couple of days went by without the mentioning of Kurt’s virginity. Classes started up again and both of them were once again never in the dorm at the same time, and never awake enough to initiate any kind of sex.

One day after coming home from a piano class, Blaine entered their dorm building elevator alone, pressed the fourth floor button and leaned against the back wall. He sighed to himself, knowing that the elevator was always abnormally slow. Some days he would just take the stairs in order to avoid the creaky old mechanism.

                “Hold the door!” a voice came from outside the hallway. Blaine immediately lurched forward to put a hand between the sliding doors, and waited as Kurt jogged down the hallway to the elevator.

                “Thanks,” Kurt said, out of breath as he sagged against the same wall as Blaine. There were a couple of moments of silence, filled with only the creaking of the elevator as it slowly lifted up. “So when is this thing going to happen?” he asked in a rush.

                “When’s what going to happen?”

                “The um…the sex.”

                “Oh,” Blaine lifted his head in thought. “When do you want it to happen?”

                “I mean…whenever is…when are you free?”

                “Tomorrow, actually. After our acting class. Are you free?”

Blaine smiled to himself and casually folded his arms as the elevator finally reached the fourth floor. “Did we just schedule anal penetration?”

Kurt stepped forward as the doors opened and turned around, walking backwards. “Yes, we did.” He turned back around and continued down the hall to their room. Blaine still stood in the elevator. “And it’s not weird,” Kurt yelled, after waiting for Blaine to respond.

                “It’s totally weird,” Blaine muttered to himself, rubbing a hand over his face.

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Erotic Story: Working the late shift

By Hugh Banton.

I was tired. But that’s not what this story is about.

First, some preamble.

I’m one of those lucky guys. I have a full-time job with benefits. I work Monday through Friday, 9 a.m. to 5 p.m. I rarely work nights or weekends, and never on holidays.

It’s enough to make you sick, right?

But here I was, working a late shift. I’m an editor at a graphic arts company. I think “facilitator” would be a better job title, because I rarely edit anything. I pull together writers and artists for various jobs, then tweak the results. It doesn’t sound like much but it’s difficult work. Art being so subjective, it takes talent to put together the best combination of artist and writer. So much of what they do depends on their chemistry; issues of creativity, workflow, and the ability to meet deadlines also figure into the equation. Then, the client must be convinced what they produce is what he or she wanted. I could go on, but that’s not why you’re reading this.

It was late on a Thursday night, I’d say about 8-ish, and I was still at the job, sweating out a problematic newsletter for a local contractor. The guy was German and true to his Teutonic roots, he was a stickler for detail – an excruciating stickler. I was all but done and the rest could wait for morning, but I needed to take a leak and maybe grab a Diet Coke from the machine in the mailroom – that’s where the closest bathroom was.

The mailroom was dark, but the light was on in the break room where the Coke machine was located. I entered the men’s room and stood before the only urinal, which sat in a cubbyhole between the sinks and the stalls.

As I was peeing, the men’s room door suddenly opened and somebody came inside. They saw the urinal was occupied and went to a stall, slamming the door shut and latching it. I could hear the rustle of fabric, a shuffled step, and silence for a moment.

Then, the sound of a firehouse being emptied into the toilet.

I stood there, flabbergasted. That a pee-hole on a male organ could be that big – it was a thing of wonder. For the love of God, it really sounded like somebody had hauled a hose into the stall and was spraying it full force into the toilet. Then suddenness, loudness and, well, the violence of it had my own pee-hole shrinking, as if my bladder were intimidated by the brute in the stall. Whoever was in there must have had a horse dick.

I finished up and zipped, then washed my hands and left the restroom. I was standing in front of the Coke machine in the break room, wondering if I really wanted a Diet Coke, when I heard the men’s room door open and somebody start down the hallway. My curiosity got the best of me and I feigned an excuse to glance at the hallway as the guy walked by.

I couldn’t believe it.

Our company does not directly employ any writers and only a single artist, Kevin, who was middle aged but nonetheless talented and creative. He frequently has to jump in and modify another artist’s work at the last second. He’s a widower and has two sons. The oldest has already graduated from college and works for a software company. I couldn’t remember his name. The youngest was Andrew.

How to describe Andrew?

If you had to guess his age you’d swear he was 15 or 16, but I know for a fact he’s already graduated from high school and is attending the local community college. What does that make him? Eighteen? Nineteen? Twenty? He’s got a sloppy mop of blonde-ish-brown hair, his skin seems perpetually tanned, and as our friends in the UK might say, he’s a fit lad. He coaches a travel soccer team and has to keep up with kids, with all that running and whatnot. So he’s got very muscular legs. Another thing about him – despite that baby face, he’s hairy. I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t checked him out from time to time as he stopped by the office to see his dad.

As he passed the opening to the break room he saw me and said, “Hey.” Like a lot of kids these days, he wasn’t very talkative with anyone over the age of 30.

I said “Hey” back, then asked, “What are you doing here at this time of night?”

He backed up down the hallway so he could see me. “I just got off practice. I was hoping Dad was still here so I could catch a ride home.”

I shook my head. “He’s been gone for hours.”

His face fell. “Shit. That means I have to walk another 3 miles to get home.”

I fed a dollar into the Coke machine and hit the Diet Coke button. “I can give you a ride but you’ve gotta wait till I finish this,” I said, holding up the can that clunked its way into the dispenser. I pulled out a chair at the break room table and sat down. He came in and sat down across from me.

God, he was a good looking kid, that hair falling into his eyes and his cheekbones showing just enough of an outline to give his face a slender definition. I found myself imagining what his chest looked like – nicely defined pecs and blemish-free skin, the kind that begs you to run your hands, then your tongue, up and down and across. His torso would narrow to a flat waist, then flare into a muscle-bound bubble butt, that horse dick counterbalancing all that weight to the interior. Throw in those sturdy legs and big clodhopper, puppy-like feet, and you’ve got a sexual feast that could keep you busy for years.

He looked at me strangely, as if he could sense what I was thinking. I shook my head and offered an embarrassed smile. “Sorry, it’s been a long day,” I said. “Just trying to get my eyes uncrossed from all this work.”

He didn’t say anything, so I asked, “How’s school? What are you studying? How much longer before you go to university.”

He nodded. “School is good. I’m majoring in sports medicine so I’ve got all these anatomy and physiology classes, in addition to all the required crap they make you take, like philosophy and English. I hate those classes.”

I worked on my Diet Coke as we chatted about school, then shifted to his dad, then talked about his girlfriend, who was now his ex-girlfriend, and he was not happy with that, not happy at all, which allowed the conversation to become much more personal … and sexual.

I told him a story, and I was making it up as I went along but truth be told that sometime between hearing him piss and seeing him walk down the hallway, I had decided I would get into this hot guy’s pants, and if I were to ever have a chance of doing that, now was the time. Clearly he wasn’t gay, but there are times when a guy’s sexual orientation can be, let’s say, stretched to accommodate other boundaries. And what needed stretching right now, apart from his orientation boundaries, were my jaws as his horse dick plunged in and out.

So I told him about my girlfriend in college, and how she had suddenly and without forewarning dumped me, and how it shattered me. I told him how my roommate and I went out and got drunk that night – slobbery, meanderingly shitfaced – and how he had to carry me back to our dorm room, and when I started crying, instead of dumping me into my bed like most guys would have done, he sat there with me, and held me. And then … oh, and then, somehow his holding me became kissing, and before either one of us knew what was happening I was taking him into my mouth. We spent the night in the same bed, and when I woke up in the morning, splitting headache and all, I looked over at him and knew that I had enlarged my world, that I would never again think of men, or women, in the same way.

Andrew was staring at me.

I chuckled and said, “Well, there it is. If I’ve learned anything in my 39 years on this planet, it’s that nothing is set in stone. You’re taught from birth that men must be attracted to women, but that’s not the whole story. Sure, be attracted to women.” I looked at him with half a smile which I felt slowly leaving my face. “But understand it’s not a horrible thing if you sometimes hook up with a guy, because that can be fun too. A whole lot of fun.”

Andrew looked down at the tabletop. “I don’t know. …”

I patted the table at a spot in front of me. I pushed back my chair a little.

“Get up and come over here,” I said.

He just stared, so I said, “C’mon. Take a chance for once in your life.”

He seemed to think about that, then shrugged, got up, walked around to my side of the table and planted his butt on the edge of the table, right in front of me.

I looked up at him, through his feathery hair, and stared deeply into his soft eyes. “Drop ’em.”

He was wearing a pair of silky, shimmery nylon soccer shorts. He slid them over the mounds of his ass and they fell to the floor with a slinky whisper. I gazed at his … firehose.

Jesus Christ. That such a slight-framed young man could be so wonderfully endowed. Who was the comedian who said, speaking about big dicks, “You never know who’s gonna get one”? Andrew had one – a huge one, sheathed in a mantle of uncircumcised glory as it hung from a nest of wiry black pubic hair. It was the dividing line between a pair of giant balls nestled in a bristly, saggy scrotum. My God, anything and everything a gay man could want.

I sat there for a long moment, just admiring this wonderment that lay before me. Then I grabbed his bubble butt and buried my face in his crotch.

The smell. I could have gotten off on that alone. Sweat, of course. He’d been out running. But a trenchant musky odor, thick with pheromones that begged me to let him get that thing inside me. I ran my nose and my face through his crotch, across his superheated cock and through that dense forest of pubes and down around his giant, penduluming balls, where the musky scent became overpowering. I swallowed spit because my mouth would not stop watering. I refused to open my eyes because I was saving the sight of him for that moment of lust when I could no longer resist his temptations.

I took his cock in my hand and skinned back the loose folds. Usually when I’m going down on a guy I like to start by licking the underside of his cockhead, tickling it with my tongue, then allowing my tongue to explore the pisshole for any precum that might be leaking. But this guy was so sexy I couldn’t resist – I slid my mouth over the head, opened my throat and took him all the way down. The move elicited a gasp from him, which is how I knew I had him. I started a gentle sucking and I massaged the underside of that fat guy in mouth with my tongue, flattening it and running it up and down in a steady rubbing motion. THEN I pulled off and used my tongue to rub the underside of his dick.

I sneaked a peek at him. He was lying back on the table, framed by his oh-so-hairy thighs, and his eyes had a slightly glazed look as if he had just taken a hit of some euphoric and was enjoying a moment of bliss. I set back to work on his cock, but by then my attention had shifted to those luscious, hairy balls. I was cupping them with my right hand and simply fed them into my face, rolling them across my lips as his scrotal hairs tickled my nose. The smell was heavenly. The heat was divine.

My tongue found its way under his balls and began exploring that sweaty, hairy channel between testicles and his love socket, and I wondered – Will he let me taste that, too? A lot of guys, especially the straight ones, are overly protective of their assholes. They’re afraid you’re going to stick something in it (and they’re right). But some know that second to the spine, the asshole as the biggest bundle of nerves in the human body.

I slowly inched my way in that direction. Was it my imagination or did I feel him raise himself up slightly? I put my hands on the underside of this thighs and pushed back, spreading his butt cheeks and exposing his treasure.

The crack of his ass was just as hairy as the rest of his crotch, but there, nestled within that forest of pubes, lay his puckered rosebud. I paused a moment to collect my courage, then dove in with my tongue.

The heat was amazing, as was the musk – not the sharp, acrid tang of shit but a strong, earthy, manly musk, as if his hormones had cranked up into overdrive. I buried my tongue in his crack and rubbed it against his hole, his balls draped over my nose, and when I did that he let out a whimper and lay back, giving me even greater access. Seems our guy here liked having his ass toyed with.

I poked at it with my tongue and lapped both sides of his crack, and I heard a rhythmic rustling. He was jerking his cock. Seeing that I attacked his hole, probing with my tongue and licking and planting my mouth directly over that region of his crack to maximize my coverage. His crack became a furnace of sex-fueled heat, and his free hand slipped around to the back of my head as he pulled me deeper into his crack. I couldn’t believe the amazing taste and scent of this guy, and I marveled that I could even have this opportunity. My own cock was throbbing in my pants and I wanted to grab it but that would have meant letting go of his hairy leg, and the feel of his flesh and muscles was too much of a turn-on to do that.

He pulled my face into him with greater force and began rocking his ass so that my tongue rubbed over even more of his crack, and then suddenly he cried out, and I heard something I have never, ever heard before: the sound of cum blasting out of his balls, through his tubes out the end of his glorious cock. Multiple jets of cum, traveling through his package with a swishing sound. I wanted to see it but I didn’t dare take my face out of his ass. He had begun to sweat with his exertions and now I tasted salt and an even more pungent funk – God this was a sexy guy.

We remained in that position for a moment, and then he slowly lowered his legs and I backed away from his crack. His cock was losing its bone. His shirt was splotched with cum. I leaned up and licked one gob of spooge, tasting its velvety goodness. Assuming they haven’t been out eating or drinking something weird, the cum of a young man is delicious, and this was the best I’d ever tasted. I rolled it around on my tongue then swallowed, knowing my mouth would retain the taste and feel of his seed for hours afterwards.

I got up and looked down at myself. For the first time ever I had cum without touching myself. My pants were soaked. Good thing it was night, or I’d have to sneak out and drive myself home to change.

He got up and pulled up his shorts. His eyes were glazed, as if he’d just smoked a joint. That cute mop of hair was in disarray. Only I knew why.

“Now, how about that ride home?” I offered. He nodded, his eyes averted, as if he were embarrassed about what just happened.

“Mind if I make a quick pit stop at my place on the way?” I asked. “I need to change these,” and I pointed at the wet stains in my crotch. He said it was cool.

We left. As I drove, I planned another scenario, one that might take place once I got him inside my house.

But that’s another story.

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Roto-Bator masturbator by Pipedream - review by Penguin

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The Robo-Bator was a unique experience for my penis, partner, and I. Although it wasn't a perfect fit, it was a lot of fun to experiment with and did feel good for a while. It isn't something that I would use a lot, but if they come out with a larger size, I would like to own that as well.
Unique, good materials, easy to use, stimulating
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When I requested the Robo-Bator Masturbator for assignment, I honestly didn't know what it really was (there was a different picture when I requested it and not nearly as much info). I knew it was a masturbator of some sort, but I was expecting something "ordinary", not the unique instrument that arrived at our apartment door.

It is the world's first rotating and vibrating cordless masturbator. With two attachments, it is fun for couples to experiment with - solo or on each other. The sensations of the rotating cylinder mimic a hand job and could make a man finish if he is the right size and straightness. This might be the only instance where I wish my penis was a little thinner. It didn't work best for me, but I recommend it for average guys who want a unique sensation. The other attachment is good for nipples, other body areas, and on the balls.
    • Solo men

Material / Texture

The attachments are high quality silicone. It is medical grade (ironically, it lightly smells like hospital) so there are less worries about germies harboring. The material is also very flexible, holds its shape, is very smooth, and not sticky. It just doesn't work with silicone lubes which is a bummer (you will read why later on). Not that you would want to share your masturbator with your frat bros, but this can be sterilized for safe sharing. The rest of the toy is made of a velvety and smooth plastic.
    • Light odor
    • Not porous at all

Shape / Design / Size / Fit

I have never seen anything like this. The operating part looks like a big electric razor but with a weird end. This end has grooves that allow the attachments to screw in. It is almost as tall as a beer bottle (~8.5") and as thick as it needs to be to fit comfortably in my hand or my girlfriends. It is kind of heavy though, so keep that in mind if you plan on using this a long time.

The main attachment is a hollow cylinder with an inner lining of raised ridges (they are placed every 1/4" or so). They are very flexible and are designed to bend and rotate around the penis. It has a little over 5" of length that can cover the penis. I am longer than this by a few inches, but it still was long enough to be stimulating. The thickness was the problem for me. It is 2 1/4" in diameter on the inside, but then you add the ridges, so this reduces the inside by a 1/4" or so. I fit in it, but with it turned on, my thickness posed problems (read on...). The second attachment is a concave disc that is 2" inches across. It has dozens of raised spines. It can be flattened on any body part or cupped around things like nipples or balls.
    • May be too tight for some

Functions / Performance / Controls

There are two functions to the Robo-Bator. One is vibration and the other is the rotation. Both have two levels-low and high. All of them are loud. This is too loud to use in a dorm or an apartment with a roommate or if you are one of those guys who wants to keep this kind of thing from his partner. The rotation only worked for me on the highest level (but this may be due to size) and the vibration could be felt on either level but vibration isn't my thing. We turned it off to save battery and make the rotation as strong as possible. Both are controlled easily by pushing sliding buttons. They work independent from one another which is nice.
    • Dual control/function
    • Easy to use

Care and Maintenance

You can sterilize the silicone by dipping it in boiling water for a minute or so, but don't submerge because of the plastic part. If you are not sharing, using a toy cleaner and rubbing the cylinder in your hands to create a washboard sound (or ticker sound from the wheel from The Price is Right) is good to clean the inside and dislodge any semen. I didn't cum in mine, but I did have pre-cum and it came out easily. Drying was the hard part. It takes forever! I recommend putting a paper towel inside to absorb the water. Also, like I said earlier, don't use silicone lube.

The packaging is very nice. It comes in a satin lined and padded hard cardboard box that opens like a shoe box. Inside, the toy is very nicely displayed and stored. The top only has a small logo of Pipedream in the corner so it is discreet if you want to leave it in a closet or on a night stand etc. There is a cardboard sleeve over all of this, but it can be ditched. It contains info about the product and some whimsical pictures of a cartoon silhouette using the product.
    • Discreet looking packaging
    • Good for storage
    • Very informative

We lubed me up with some water based lubricant and then put some inside the toy. Sliding the toy on didn't hurt at all, and at this point, it didn't feel too tight. She turned on both the vibration and rotation to the highest level. At first, the rotation stopped and wouldn't go unless she kind of nudged it. This is why girth is a problem. I think if I could use silicone lubricant, it might make it rotate easier and not create the painful friction I experienced after a while.

It did feel good though. It felt like a very slow hand job. I had my girl play with my balls and thighs at the same time (Girls beware! Your hair can get caught and rotate up into or around the toy). I got close a few times, but then my size would get in the way of actually finishing. I think it slowed down the rotation too much. It also twisted my penis (and a bit of my ball sack) a bit, which was awkward after awhile. Pumping the toy up and down wasn't as great as leaving it down either.

Using the other attachment, is hurt on my penis but felt okay on my balls. It was best for my girls nipples, but was painful on her delicate lady parts. We still had a hell of a lot of fun exploring this mystery toy together and I honestly would give it 5 stars if it were a bit bigger. I am going to hold onto this in hopes that they come out with other attachments that fit larger guys.
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I thought this was a really cool product, but it isn't made for larger guys. Because of that, this hasn't come out of the box again. Still waiting on the larger size attachments if they ever make any...

Since it is useless to me as it is, I've thought about trying to modify it by trimming the inner flaps that rotate around the penis. That might cause more problems. It's worth keeping to see if attachments are made though. If you are an average size guy in thickness, length aside, this is a cool masturbator that you might find fun to use with a a partner.
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    A rotating masturbator, what an interesting toy! Too bad it doesn't work as well for girthy guys. Great review
    Such an odd concept! Very nice review.
    Such a neat idea. I kinda want to try it now. Good review.
    Great job love! This was fun to try
    It will be neat to see some different/bigger attachments.
    Great review.
    Very interesting review - you were rather brave to test this toy. I was worried that it might cause someone to get all tied up in knots At least it didn't hurt!
    I had no idea what this was.. LOL Great Review!
    Dwtim-yea me too

    B8trDude-actually after a while it does start to twist up the skin on the balls which can hurt

    Thanks everyone!
    Penquin - kind of thought it might. You're a brave man for trying this!
    lol thanks! I'm up for anything that doesn't have metal spikes!
    LOL! Sharks' teeth would be bad too
    I definitely wouldn't use it, but it is interesting. Great review.
    Yes they would lol

    Thanks Sarah
    thanks for the review!
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The sun was setting as he let himself out the front door. The evening was slightly cool and the shopkeepers were closing up. The cafes were just starting to get busy with dinner business. He passed a few people in a hurry to get home with arms filled with flowers and groceries for dinner. Turning the corner he found himself on a deserted street. His footsteps echoed along the cobblestones. At the end of the street there was small cafe with two empty tables out front. The door was open and he saw the lone bartender polishing glasses.

Hesitating for only a second he walked through the door. The bartender looked at him and indicated he could sit wherever he wanted. The cafe was small and had room for eight tables inside and four seats at the bar. An older couple was in the corner having dinner and twon young women shared a bottle of wine and cheese. He chose a small table near the door. The table was set for two. A small printed menu was on the table next to a bright red gerbera daisy.

Settling back in the chair he allowed himself to relax. Looking at the menu he saw the cafe featured a handful of items and several wines. The bartender came over with a bottle of sparkling water and a baguette. He quickly decided on the coq au vin and a glass of burgundy. The waiter returned with the wine and after the first sip felt the day leave him.

The food was simple but expertly prepared and the second glass of wine mellowed him out. He watched as a handful of people trickled into the cafe for a late dinner. He was enjoying watching the other guests in the cafe and creating stories about each table in his mind.

He first noticed her as he was waiting for an espresso. She walked into the cafe and took a seat at the bar. She was tall with dark hair pulled into a loose chignon. She wore a black trench coat with boots and had a bright scarf around her neck.

The bartender dropped off the espresso and returned to the bar. She lit a cigarette and asked for a glass of wine. He watched her drink her wine and blow smoke rings. She was completely unaware of anyone else in the cafe. She was an attractive woman and so clearly French.

He studied her profile as he drank his espresso. He idly wondered about her. What was her story? Did she have someone in her life? Where was he? What did she do? What was underneath the trenchcoat?

The espresso was gone and he couldn't really make an excuse to linger any longer. He motioned to the bartender for his check. The bartender returned with another espresso and said in heavily accented English "From the woman at the bar...so you can stare longer". His cheeks warm, he mumbled a thank you to the bartender. She turned around and met his eyes. She smiled and then turned back to her wine.

She finished the glass and left a few coins on the bar. She gathered her things and met his gaze. He noticed she had green eyes and a strong nose. Her skin was clear but her mouth was a little lopsided. He lifted his espresso cup and nodded in her direction. As she passed by his table on her way out he could smell her perfume.

Curious about her but not wanting to appear as if he was following her he waited a few minutes before he walked outside. He paused and looked around but didn't see her. He turned the corner to walk back to the hotel and saw her standing under the streetlamp smoking a cigarette.

He walked over to her. Neither of them said anything. She tossed her cigarette and grabbed his hand and le him down the street. She pulled him into an alley and pushed him against the wall. Curiosity quickly turned into desire for him. She traced his lower lip with her finger. He opened his mouth and she slipped her finger inside. He sucked the tip of her finger and gently bit down. She pulled her finger out and slipped it into her mouth. He watched her slowly pull her finger out of her mouthNeither of them were saying anything. He held his breath as he waited for her next move. She smiled and pushed him back up against the wall. She grabbed his hands and held them over his head. Using one hand she slipped it into his trenchcoat and felt his chest. She ran her hand up and down the sides of his chest. Stepping a foot closer she wedged her leg between his legs.

She quickly pulled his shirt out of his pants and slipped her hands under his shirt. Her hands were cold but his skin was warm to the touch. She moved her hands to his ass and held it in her hands, squeezing. She moved closer to him and used her tongue to trace his earlobe. His breathing grew shallow as she poked her tongue in his ear. His cock was solid and straining at his pants. She seemed not to notice. She kissed his neck and nipped the skin between her teeth. Her perfume was in his nose.

Her hands were unbuttoning his shirt. She licked and sucked his nipples and continued sqeezing his as. He tried to push himself closer to her but she pulled away. Her teasing was both maddening and erotic.

As she stepped back she loosened the belt on her coat. She was in a black sweater and a short black skirt with boots. She ran her hands over her chest and touched her breasts. She slowly lifted her skirt a few inches. He could see the tops of her stockings and a garter belt. She teased him by raising and lowering the skirt.

She then moved his hands behind his ass. Kissing him she grabbed his belt buckle. She undid the buckle and felt his cock through his pants. She traced the sides of it with her fingers and reached back to squeeze his balls.

She straddled his leg and rubbed herself up against him. She wriggled out of her coat and took off her sweater. She was wearing a lacy black bra. Her nipples were hard and poking through the flimsy fabric.

He reached for her and nuzzled her chest. He bit her nipples through the bra and lifted up her skirt to grab her ass. He licked her neck and buried his face between her breasts as she rode his leg.

She pushed him off of her and stood back. She lowered his zipper and tugged his pants down. His cock sprang free and his pants pooled around his ankles. He was against the wall with his coat and shirt open and his pants were around his ankles. She looked into his eyes then gazed down at his body. He felt exposed in the alley and a bit at her mercy but he made no move to cover himself or to reach for her.

She pulled him closer to her and kissed him while reaching for his ass. She grabbed his cock and started stroking it with both hands. She started in the middle and moved one hand to the tip and the other to the base of his shaft. He bucked his hips and started moaning quietly. She dropped to her knees and ran her hands up and down his thighs. She moved closer to his cock and kissed the tip of it. Precome oozed out of the tip. She licked it away and licked the underside of the head.

She took the head in her mouth and swirled her tongue around the ridge. He spread his legs. She reached up and tugged at his balls. She took him deeper into her mouth and began sucking him. He pushed into her and she swallowed him deep. She pressed against the sweet spot between the balls and the cock and felt him shudder. She knew she had him right where she wanted him.

Her mouth was like velvet - warm and soft and wet. She greedily sucked his cock, grazing her teeth along the sides. He knew he wasn't going to last very long. She sensed he was about to come and her pace quickened. Unable to hold back any longer he groaned and exploded into her mouth. She swallowed everything and licked her lips as she disengaged herself.

As his breathing returned to normal she stood up and moved against the wall. She started playing with her breasts, twisting her nipples and squeezing. She lifted up her skirt and ran a finger along her clit. He turned to her and dropped to his knees. He pushed her hands away from her skirt and lifted it himself.

She was a black lace garter but no panties. He could smell her musk and her pussy was dripping. Her thighs were shiny with her juices. She was expertly waxed and her clit was hard. He slid a finger along her wetness and she responded with a moan. He traced the sides of her clit with two fingers. She pushed against his hand. He slipped a finger deep inside her, then two. She bucked against his hand and pushed his head into her pussy.

He inhaled her scent and his face became covered with her juices. He licked her velvety folds and tasted her. He flicked her clit with his tongue then sucked on it. He kept his fingers inside her as he sucked on her clit. She spread her legs as far as she could so he wouldn't miss anything. She was grabbing and squeezing her breasts as he buried his face in her pussy. He stuck his tongue deep inside and squeezed her ass. He moved a finger to her rosebud. Slick with her wetness he inserted his middle finger into her ass. She gasped and tensed up but then relaxed and he was able to move his finger. He put his index finger back inside her cunt and worked the two together. HIs mouth was on her clit and she had two fingers deep inside. She cried out and bucked against his hand. She shuddered and exploded in an orgasm as she came hard on his face. He licked her clean.

They were both ready for something more. His cock was hard and he rubbed himself a few times. He pulled her to him and kissed her, their tongues exploring each other. They both tasted their sex on each other.

He turned her around to face the wall. He lifted her skirt and stared at her ass. It was round and firm and so inviting. He rubbed himself against her and she pushed back. But that ass...it was so cute. He reached around and roughly grabbed a breast, kneading it between his fingers. He knew what she wanted. He pulled his hand back and spanked her hard. She stopped moving for a second then pushed her ass back against him. He spanked her again. He reached between her legs and felt her wetness. He slid his fingers into her pussy again. He spanked her again. Her ass was hot to the touch so he bent down to kiss it.

Not able to control himself any longer he spread her ass cheeks and sunk himself deep into her cunt. She moaned and moved back. He was big and he filled her up inside. He held onto her hips as he moved in and out. She moved back to meet every thrust. Her hand was on her pussy stroking her clit. He increased the tempo and his balls were slapping her ass. He quicly pulled out and spanked her again before fucking her deep. He reached around and pushed her hand away as he rubbed her clit. She was swearing in French.

She was so warm and wet and tight. His cock was sliding in and out. He pulled his hand away from her clit and leaned back a little so he could finger her ass again. She cried out and pushed back hard.

He felt her come. Her pussy tightened and clenched against his cock. It was more than he could take. He let himself go and exploded deep within her. They were both on fire as they felt each other's sex.

She pulled her skirt down and pulled her sweater over her head. Grabbing her coat she kissed him on the mouth and walked down the alley toward the streetlamp.

End of Story


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Gloria was glad she finally convinced her husband, Gary, to visit their old friends, the Porters in Orlando.

Oh, Gary could be an old curmudgeon, sure enough. Everyone knew that. But even he admitted it would be nice to see the Porters again and Gloria was looking forward to seeing the Potters’ daughter and son-in-law at the same time. They lived in a nice old home (or so she heard) right on the beach and they would be hosting Gary and Gloria during their stay in Orlando.

One of the reasons Gloria was so eager to make the visit is that she and hubby Gary weren’t getting any younger. At 75, she was moving a lot more slowly these days and Gary had a stroke a few years back and wasn’t supposed to climb stairs or exert himself any more than necessary. This, of course, didn’t help his crabby disposition.

And Gloria had a nasty little secret that she was ashamed to admit even to herself. Unlike many of her friends who were getting older, Gloria found her “needs” (as she referred to the matter) increasing as she aged. Gary was unable to have sex any longer and he refused to try any of the new drugs (“It ain’t natural, goddammit!”) that would make it possible.

So Gloria would reach down into her bushy nether regions while watching television after Gary had gone to bed. Her screams while watching old reruns of Magnum P.I. were not because any violence on the program. It was old Gloria finding a little piece of heaven between her chunky thighs while watching a young and handsome Tom Selleck playing detective.

One time after watching the show, she climbed on top of Gary and rubbed herself against his flaccid member until he finally pushed her off (“What are you doing, woman?”) and Gloria could only whimper into her pillow, yank up her flannel nightie and strum herself to a quiet orgasm.

“Jesus, Gary is coming here? To stay in our home? What were you thinking?”

Robert was talking with his wife, Melissa, about the pending visit of Gloria and Gary. They were old friends of Melissa’s folks and while Robert liked Gloria well enough, Gary was a royal pain in the ass.

“He’s irritable, bossy, cheap and his breath stinks.”

“Well,” said Melissa shrugging, “they’re family – practically.”

“How am I supposed to get any work done while they’re here?” Robert asked. “I need to work in my office.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Melissa said. “They’ll be spending most of their time at mom and dad’s anyway and your office is upstairs. They’re sleeping downstairs. It’s just a few days, honey.”

Robert acquiesced, as he did with most things. He loved his wife even if she didn’t always provide as much action in the bedroom as he would have liked. She was an only child and her mother had given birth when she was almost 40. Her parents were aging and Robert spent more and more time at their house replacing light bulbs and making small fixes that her dad was too old to handle any longer.

“Fine,” he said. “I’ll live with it for three days.”

When Gary and Gloria arrived at Robert and Melissa’s home there were hugs and kisses all around although Gary looked as though someone had jabbed him with a hot poker when Melissa kissed him on the cheek.

Gloria was just the opposite. She gave a big hug and kiss to both Robert and Melissa and Robert got over his original peevishness at hosting these two old folks. Everyone settled in and Gloria caught up on the news of family and friends while Gary complained about the unavailability of his favorite courtroom show on television.

“Get me a beer, wouldja?” he said to Gloria who, unsure where to go, looked helplessly at Melissa.

“I’ll get it,” she said and Gary just grunted.

Gloria was pretending to watch some old soap opera (she actually hated watching them) but in actuality she was stealing little peaks at Robert. She hadn’t seen him in a number of years, at least since her “needs” started increasing. She never realized how much he looked like an older Tom Selleck.

“So Robert,” she said, “Are you staying busy?” And she was surprised to realize she was blushing. For his part, Robert didn’t notice anything unusual.

“Business is good, Gloria,” he smiled (what a pretty smile). “I wish it were better but, hey, what are you going to do?”

“What kind of dumb question was that to ask?” said Gary. “You don’t ask questions like that. Jeezus!”

Robert smiled and winked at Gloria and she flushed again.

Things were pretty uneventful on that first day after that. Gary and Gloria spent most of the day over at Melissa’s folks’ house, got home (they had gone out to eat) and went to bed. Robert decided he had overreacted and that this visit wasn’t going to be so bad after all.

He was annoyed – as expected – with Gary’s bossing of Gloria. And anytime she left the room, it was always “where are you going now?, or “what are you up to now?”. Gloria was pretty patient with tuzla escort it all and answered sweetly every bellowed question or command.

Robert genuinely liked Gloria. He always had – and not just because she was so saintly in dealing with Gary. She was always willing to go the extra mile for friends and strangers alike, never had a bad word to say about anyone and was about as honest and sweet a personality as Robert had ever known.

She was wearing new shorts that she bought because they were in Florida and not Michigan any longer. Robert, a little frustrated himself, checked her out as she walked to and fro delivering beer, crackers, the channel changer, magazines and a catalog to her ornery old husband.

Nice, big ass, he decided, then he caught himself. For the luvagod, he said to himself, this is a dear friend and a woman in her mid-70s. What was he thinking?

He was thinking that Gloria’s ass stretched out those new shorts very appealingly and even though she had chunky thighs, she had cute knees and manicured toes that poked out through her sandals.

Gary decided it was time to return to his office and see if he could talk Melissa into some late night action – and soon.

The next morning Gloria was ready to get cleaned up when she realized the downstairs bathroom did not have a shower. All it had was a claw foot tub that she could barely climb into anyway.

Well, she would just have Melissa help her upstairs to their shower. And then she remembered that Melissa had gone off to work. And Robert was at the gym.

“Good morning,” said a cheery Robert as he opened the front door, a towel around his neck. He was just returning from the gym and was wearing tight shorts and a simple t-shirt that showed off a handsome physique from his regular workouts. Gloria flushed again and felt an all-too-familiar warmth in her loins as he smiled at her.

“Problem?” he asked.

“I want to take a shower, Robert, but there’s no shower downstairs.” Then a little quieter. “And I don’t think I can make it upstairs on my own. Is it okay if I shower upstairs? And would you help me get up the stairs, please?”

When Robert walked into the house after coming back from the gym, he was a little shocked to see Gloria standing there in a red satin bathrobe – not what he would have expected from Gloria.

There were little padded slippers on her feet and only a satin tie keeping the robe closed and the package inside from spilling into view. But it wasn’t working all that well. Robert could see that it was a handsome package, indeed. He was able to view a shocking exposure of breast that Gloria only closed after a few moments and he could see a pleasant little paunch straining at the robe tie.

He was shocked to find himself gasping a little but he was able to disguise it as a result of his gym workout. He wiped he head with the towel and said he would be happy to escort Gloria up the stairs.

“Where are you going, Gloria? What are you up to?” bellowed Gary, still in bed.

“I’m going to take a shower. Go back to sleep.”

“Hurry up,” he said. “I want breakfast.”

Gloria turned to Robert with an expression that suggested she wasn’t always pleased with Gary’s attitude. Robert smiled and took her arm.

They moved slowly up the steps and at each step, Gloria’s robe seemed to fall open more and more. At first, Robert tried not to look over at her but in the interest of safety (he wanted to make sure she was holding onto the opposite handrail) he finally cast a glance and could see her left breast almost fully exposed with the nipple swinging against the open front of the robe – slowly hardening.

Gloria was breathing pretty heavily herself when she saw Robert in his gym attire. She felt frustrated by her need for help and she was a bit more irritated than usual at Gary’s constant harangues on this trip.

Then she did something that surprised her. She consciously pushed her chest out and the robe opened just a bit more than was, well, ladylike.

Gloria pretended she didn’t realize what she was doing while talking with Robert but she could tell he took notice and this excited her in a way she had not been excited in quite a number of years. Yes, she still had a handsome set of breasts. And Robert appreciated them.

She slowly closed the robe and let Robert help her upstairs and into the shower.

“I’m hungry!” Gary shouted just as they reached the top of the stairs.

Gloria took a deep breath as she pulled herself onto the landing and she looked at Robert and smiled, either at Gary’s call or the fact that her breasts were on display, Robert couldn’t tell.

Robert went into the shower stall and turned the water on. While doing so he wondered if Gloria’s apparent openness with regard to her body ümraniye escort was just “familial” or some kind of come-on. No, he decided. It couldn’t be that.

“Here’s a clean towel,” Robert said and as he handed it to her, she let the robe tie come loose completely. Now she was standing there naked except for some loose cotton panties. Despite his earlier excitement, Robert was now decidedly uncomfortable.

Gloria flushed a little and patted his hand when she saw his discomfort. “It’s okay, honey, we’re practically family.”

But, Robert thought to himself, we are not family and as he watched those pendulous breast swing against each other he wanted nothing more than to suckle at them.

But with a force of will (how can I have such thoughts about such a wonderful lady?) he turned and walked out of the bathroom not knowing if it was the humidity in the bathroom, his recent workout or seeing Gloria in the all-together that had caused beads of sweat to pop out of his brow.

Gloria dropped the robe to the floor but Robert had already turned around. She was a little disappointed but resigned. What would he want with an old lady like her?

When they were climbing the steps, she could feel her breasts swinging in the open and it was wonderfully free, especially with a handsome man standing next to her. That thought and the brushing of her breasts against the robe caused her nipples to grow hard, as they often did while watching Tom Selleck cavort while her pudgy fingers danced between her legs.

Gloria stepped into the shower stall and her foot slid across the floor and soon she was on her knees. “Ohh,” she called out. “Ohhh….” The water poured down on her head and in a matter of moments, Robert was there to help her, reaching out to pull her up.

He was absolutely naked.

Gloria stood up, murmured a “thank you” and turned around to look at Robert while the warm water poured onto her naked flesh.

She was amazed at how comfortable she felt. And how alive. Her nipples tingled and her loins ached. And there was something else. Something quite pleasant, indeed.

Robert was wearing an unmistakable look of lust across his features. Despite that, she said something very strange.

“I have to pee.”

It was hearing Gary call out stupidly to Gloria one more time that caused Robert to turn around.

To hell with it, he said to himself. To hell with trying to do the right thing. To hell with Gary. To hell with trying to fight down his dark urges.

He pulled off his gym clothes and tossed them in a pile outside the door just in time to hear Gloria calling out. He immediately rushed to help her up and was struck dead by her old, pudgy body, the long dugs with the fattened nipples, the soft thatch between her legs and a look of absolute honesty and openness.

“I have to pee,” Gloria said, ignoring the fact that two people who were not related or involved in any way were standing naked together in the shower.

Robert closed the stall door. “Then just pee,” he said. “Just do it here. Go ahead. It’s okay.”

Ironically, Gloria seemed more shocked by this than anything else. “Oh, I could never. It’s so . . . improper.”

“You know, something?” Robert said. “We spend our whole lifetime holding piss in either because it’s inappropriate or we’re wearing clothing. We’re always ‘holding it in.’ When you’re in the shower, you don’t have to hold it in. You can be like the animals of the forest. If you feel like peeing, than just do it. You have a beautiful body, Gloria.”

And with that, Gloria, for the first time in her long life, peed in the shower and Robert watched. The stream spurted from between her legs, than along her legs while the warm shower water washed over her.

Gloria smiled and looked into Robert’s eyes but couldn’t help noticing that he was growing erect – and quite an erection it was.

“Oh, my,” was all Gloria could say.

Robert moved closer to her and kissed her full on the lips while holding onto her left ass cheek. Her tongue, tentative at first, danced in his mouth and her right hand reached out to grab his erect cock. It was heaven.

Gloria was breathing quite heavily now and she needed to sit down on the bench in the shower. Robert’s hard body reached down and pulled a faucet sprayer from the wall and turned a knob on the shower.

“This is a personal shower,” Robert said. “Do you have one of these?”

All Gloria could do was shake her head no, and smile.

“It’s used to get to those special places. Here, let me show you.”

They both could hear Gary downstairs calling. It was too bad he couldn’t make it up the stairs or he might have been surprised at the goings on in the shower. Of course, Gary never went looking for Gloria anyway. He just summoned her.

But not now.

Robert turned the personal shower on spray üsküdar escort and held it to Gloria’s pussy. It was full of soft hair and, surprisingly, most of it was still black. So soft. Robert grabbed a soap bar and massaged Gloria’s pubic hair.

“oh. . . .” was all she could say.

He moved his fingers inside her cunt and could feel her wetness – and it was not caused by the personal shower. Robert washed her chunky legs, licked her knees which had tempted him yesterday and ran the spray over her toes. Gloria threw her head back and Robert took her right foot and jiggled it against his erect member.

“Oh, God,” she said. “Robert, don’t stop.”

He had no intention. “Stand up and turn around, sweetheart.”

Robert helped Gloria stand up but before she turned around, he grabbed her left breast then suckled and bit at the other while her fingers quickly and naturally started stroking her cunt. Her breathing was picking up. “Turn around,” he said.

Gloria put her head against the wall and Robert took the personal shower and ran it along the length of her back, her ass and her legs. She had a firm, old woman’s back that was pudgy and soft, but it was her ass that attracted his attention now. He wanted it since yesterday and now it was right there in front of him in all its cold white, fat and flabby beauty.

Robert put the personal shower on a harder spray and ran it along the length of her ass crack. He took soap and massaged it into the crack then rinsed it off with the hard spray of the shower.

“Take it sweetie,” he said to Gloria, handing her the shower. She immediately put the nozzle against her vagina and began moaning. The moans grew louder when Robert started taking little nips at her ass with his teeth, then probed her anal opening with his tongue, all the while spray from above and the personal shower were splashing on his face and body.

“I want to eat your ass, Gloria. It tastes delicious,” he said, tonguing her asshole mercilessly, forcing it past the rosette. Gloria alternately bucked against the personal shower and against his eager tongue.

“Glo-ooo—oria!” They could both hear the shout from downstairs.

For her part, she was almost laughing from the crazy scenario of her husband screaming at her from downstairs while this horny young man assaulted her virgin asshole.

“Can you put, you know, your thing in there?” Gloria panted. Then she laughed to herself again. “I’ll handle the front.”

Robert leaned against her ear, the water pouring down on them, her breath increasing. He bit her ear and she moaned again. “You want me to fuck you in the ass, darling Gloria.”

She nodded. An echo of Gary’s last bellow was still ringing in their ears. “I want you to fuck me in the ass, darling Robert, while I use your personal shower.”

Robert grabbed the bar of soap and liberally soaped her ass crack. She was incredibly hot, moaning and pushing against even this. He grabbed his cock, played with her, ran it along the length of her ass, poked at one globe, than the other.

“Do it,” said sweet-voiced Gloria. “Do it now.”

Robert plunged into her ass so quickly that her breath stopped abruptly, then started again. Her sphincter had reflexively closed from the unexpected assault, then had eased. “Okay,” she said. “Okay, I’m ready now. I want it all.”

Robert didn’t need a second invitation. The purple tip of his cock was past the sphincter and with remarkable ease the remaining 7 inches slid into that hot and forbidden cavern between the great globes that had tempted him so deliciously yesterday.

“I’m doing it, Gloria. I’m fucking your ass. And it feels wonderful, sweetheart.”

“Gloo—ooo—ria!!”

“I’ve never felt anything like this. Oh. Pump faster, baby. Give it to Gloria. Give it all to me. I want to hurt with your cock in me I want you to fuck me forever.”

Robert did, indeed, want to fuck her for a long time but his own frustrations and her surprisingly nasty talk were pushing him over the edge. And she was going along for the ride.

“Oh, yes, oh yes, oh yesssss!”

“Glo—ooooooooooooo-oooooo-ria!! Where the hell are you??”

Now she was bucking in both directions, toward the personal shower which she seemed to have placed wholly in her cunt and forcing even more cock meat into her ass. Robert banged in and out of her asshole, ramming his entire length each time, seemingly growing longer with each stroke. It excited him beyond all expectation as he watched his gleaming rod pounding her fat, old ass.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Robert said. “You are the best fuck I have ever had,” he said, and he meant it.

“The same here, baby. Cock me. Cock me!” She couldn’t believe the words coming out of her own mouth.

Robert pounded like a steam engine, held her ass with his hands, then stroked her tits which were swinging wildly now amid the water and the steam. He pulled at her nipples. More moaning. It was coming now finally, mercifully.

But Gloria came first and Robert was glad. She yelled, her head raised as though she had finally conquered Everest and Robert poured weeks worth of semen into her aged bowels while both shouted, ‘yes, yes, yes!’.

Robert’s cock plopped out of her ass and she fell, spent, relieved and satisfied, to the shower bench.

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