The Tight End and the Art Director

I work in

Advertising. There, I said it. Nasty industry. I agree. But the perks! 3-hour lunches, an office with a sofa (to take those naps after my 3-hour lunch). First-class business trips, 2 or 3 nights in some great cities. And an expense account. And tickets to any sports or concert event I desire. So much playtime, so little work. So many men and plenty of time. That right there covers my excuses for being in advertising, Throw in a great salary for a BMW 2 series coupe, a great apartment, and clothes.

This is not a perk, but I love the people I work with. Made lots of friends, some are very close friends too. We work hard, at times I'll find myself in some bad part of town at 2 AM on a press check but have a lot of fun too. A group of us frequent an Irish bar around the corner from the agency. At the end of a stressful Friday, Art Directors, Copy Writers, Production Directors, and support staff (no suits!) would de-stress at Molly Malone's. My co-workers are cool and fun all the time but we have a much more open attitude after work.

So here's where the real story starts. Our group is very responsible and is sober before they head home for the weekend. There was that one Friday when all but a couple of us had left. One of our interns, Sara, and I like to hang out. She knows I'm gay and we have a lot of fun. At some point in the evening, a group of seven men careened loudly through the doorway. Not a second passed before I noticed they were big, broad-shouldered, narrow-waisted, buff men.

Football players. I don't know much about the game (sounds like a stereotype...), but I recognize players from watching games and the sports pages. These were guys from the Tornados. Hugely popular team and the players are worshipped. My mind spun till I was dizzy. We picture players as 275-pound behemoths but there are also tall and lean wide receivers and running backs with broad shoulders, tight butts, and beautiful sculpted muscular arms. Big hands too. These are the men I pay attention to watching games. So perfectly proportioned from shoulders to rock-hard asses. Another positive, skin-tight pants that show those muscled butts, thighs, and calves. 

As the group moved toward the back of the bar (and where my friend and I were luckily placed) My co-worker and I looked at each other, eyes wide, with the intent to have fun, and at the time, I thought maybe my co-worker would hook up.

My co-worker and I are pretty outgoing and assertive (me in a boy way and Sara in a girl way). We showed excitement and thrills at seeing some of the Tornados close up. They all seemed to acknowledge us and worked their way around the two of us to sit down. There were smiles and high fives, Sara looking cute reaching up to high five these hunks. 

Well, we did have fun! we all know players can be tough-looking and bad boys off the field but in real-time, they can be outgoing, funny, and very friendly. They seemed to be interested in us and what we had to say. Sara did a great job conversing by giving out the stats of the players there while I agreed by enthusiastically moving my head up and down. They seemed impressed...

The assertiveness that masculine, confident men have is a big turn-on. These guys are gods in the public eye and that makes some of them shits but tonight I'm believing all the guys are good people, kind and thoughtful, sometimes even sweet. 

As the evening passed there was lots of beer and whiskey, and occasionally the guys would buy us boilermakers and then cheer us on to down them in one gulp. Sara and I gladly accepted the challenge...As the evening wore on, all the players co-mingled except for one who kinda kept to himself, and was he always looking at me?

When I realized I was the only one left in the group, I headed for the door. When I stepped out into the cold, my buzz hit a little harder than I expected. Still, I knew the general way to my car so I aimed that way. Just then a player walked up to me and in a voice that I recognized, saying he had waited for you in case you tried to drive. He suggested he help me. It was Mr. Hottie that was looking at me in the bar. I said sure, my name is Jaxson and you are? I said I should probably know the name of the man who is leading me somewhere. He laughed and said I'm Khalan and I'm happy to lead you somewhere. so I'm going to drive you home. Remember about the assertiveness?

We walked to my car while making small talk. As we walked, he would rub up against me and I could feel myself getting hard. It was easy for me to put my hand on his shoulder and I could tell he welcomed it. Even when I moved my hand down his back and wrapped my arm around he went along. When we got to the car, he walked me to the passenger door, unlocked the door, and slid me in. When we left the parking lot, I said turn left to 6th but instead, he drove across the street and into the entrance to an apartment complex with tower and garden apartments that I'd been to several times before...When he said home, he meant his and I was intrigued. Players get paid big bucks so I figured he had a very nice apartment. I was all for it. I was getting turned on. Khalan was wearing a masculine cologne that was getting me horny. Looking over at that tall lean man, my head was reeling with all sorts of sexy ideas. I was sobering up quickly and by the time we got to his place, my mind was clear. Once through the door, he dragged me right to the bedroom and we were stripped down and grappling and kissing.  We were both so hard, and although I was able to keep in the size game he was obviously larger. I deemed it my job to start with a blow job. So dropping to my knees, I grabbed his hard veiny cock and started to lick and suck from the top of the tip slowly south catching every drop of pre-cum as I slid down his beautiful black cock. I moved my hands down his thickly muscled thighs, reaching up to grasp his huge, heavy balls (OK he wins this one) and lifting them to my mouth. Drawing them in one at a time, I licked and sucked ever so softly, rolling each around and savoring the taste. I'm sure Khalan had showered at some point in the day because he had this wonderful male/clean scent but his balls and crotch were just sweaty enough for me to delight in the musty man smell and taste. 

Khalan walked backward to the bed with me following on my knees. He sat and pushed across the bed and leaned back against pillows. I crawled up toward him, imitating a lust-filled animal, and, spreading my legs, straddled him, pushing my hard, thick cock into his eager mouth. He was really good at this and I wondered how many guys he'd blown to get this good. No mind, just keep doing it I said to myself. We rocked back and forth, he leaning over to catch my cock in his mouth moving up and down while I pushed him down onto my cock. We had backed and forth for some time until he pushed me off and threw me on my back. He was showing his dominance and it so turned me on. I could feel my butt hole quivering. Khalan reaches into the bedside table, grabbed a bottle of lube, and smeared it up and down his engorged cock. I eagerly angled myself over Khalan, my ass begging me to sit down so I can have a big hard cock inside me.

I was shaking with excitement and anticipation for him to be deep inside me. His first push was gentle but firm at the same time. Again, he knew what he was doing. He would be inside me with just enough pain to make it pleasurable. He did it slow and it drove me crazy.  All of this and that big, lean beautiful black man on top of me. Can this go on forever? Well until the sun comes up anyway.

Time did move slowly so the sex became forever. From blow job to deep penetration and back. We would cum and shoot so much cum on each other. We did this over and over. Each time, we would shower attention on each of our bodies. He was physically perfect in every way. Each bend of his vascular veined arms showed his big biceps and as he snaked up and down me, his abs would contract and tighten. He had beautiful smooth and soft skin. I felt like it was early morning when we uncoupled after I swear, the best climax of the night. We lay in bed close to each other. Khalan out of nowhere, sprang up and rolled over on top of me and covered me with kisses right down to my cock. I was beginning to hard again when I realized it was, Oh Boy! it's Saturday so I made sure Khalan wanted me to be around and then went all Little Boy on him. He was on top of me like that and thus, we began 48 hours of extreme sexual workouts. 

I'll check back in 48 hours to let you know how it came out😄

The truck driver and the college student

My first Spring break

from college went 

extremely well! Being that I spent the last half of my senior year in high school and the Summer working out at the school gym before entering San Francisco State, my newfound hard body and renewed confidence made it possible to meet a lot of people in my freshman year. I went from a couple of gay friends in school I messed around with to constant attention by several hot gay men and some very fun attractive lesbians too.

The connections I made with my new friends made it possible for me to take spring break in Cabo for a week with a great group of men and women. A group whose idea of fun had no limits. After a week of nonstop drinking and sex, I was kinda ready to return to school. Not that nonstop drinking and sex would stop back at college.

I stopped off in LA to visit my family. My father always gave me spending money some of which I was to use to fly back to school, but I would always pocket it and hitchhike. Extra money for drugs and/or drinking. My plan was to have a friend drive me to my regular truck stop on the freeway going North and drop me off. I would hang out until I spotted the hottest driver there and then chat him up pushing for a ride while hinting that I could be handy when he was ready for sex.

It never took long to find the right guy. When I spotted the one, a certain look would get a reaction and I knew that driver knew what I was offering. 

Today, my choice was a tall and lean guy, long dark blond hair and scruff. Tight jeans and western shirt open to show his hairy chest completed the look.

As I approached the tall, lean one, I acted kind of shy and in need of attention. At 19 years old, and with a look of a lost puppy, somehow the truck drivers seemed to show a soft heart and would want to take me under their wing. This would set me up for easily convincing the guys to give me a ride.

I could easily tell this guy had a tight, sinewy muscular body and although
looks usually are not that important, this guy had a beautiful, chiseled face that made me go all googly eyed. This he seemed to like. I guess I had chosen right because he immediately started to walk toward me in an assertive way. When he got close, he asked if I needed a ride! So easy. 

All this took about 15 minutes and we were on our way. I have learned a lot about trucks (and truck drivers) in my hitchhiking so I can converse in trucker speak to make the drive go faster. I always admire their rig, ask what kind of load they're carrying (not that kind of load...that comes later), and other pertinent questions to show enthusiasm. I also always look directly at them so if they look over at me, they can see admiration for the masculinity they exude in my eyes. Maybe not surprising, these drivers can be very nice and sweet and kind and that doesn't always show with their crusty, grouchy look. Many are lonely and any affection whether showing interest and acknowledgment or hitting on them in a sexual way is welcomed.

Time went by pretty fast and we were soon heading down into the Central Valley. After several more miles and some steamy conversation, we reached a rest stop and he pulled in. He parked and sat for a while, not saying anything and I read that to be waiting for me to "pop the question" I came right out, asking if he would consider me servicing him. By the bulge growing in his jeans, and my dick swelling, I knew the answer. No time was lost in my unbuttoning his jeans and lifting his hard round butt, he pushed his jeans and tighty whiteys down to his ankles so he could spread those muscular hairy legs wide for me. when he yanked his jockey shorts down, his cock popped out and then snapped back against his hard belly with a thwack. Fantasy does come true because it must have been a good 10 inches and already oozing pre-cum. I took a deep break and attacked with total commitment. I like to build up slowly with soft kisses and licks moving up and down the shaft before I go all the way down to the base. Having as many cocks as I have had in my mouth, I still gag until I've fully accepted the length down my throat. Drool was running down my chin and I kept up a rhythm down to the base up to the tip and back down again until he was moaning and pushing deep into my throat. Just to prove my ability, I sucked him until he shot rope after rope of white hot cum into my mouth. I gulped down as much of his sweet cum as I could, but there was so much that It gushed out the sides of my mouth and down my chin onto the seat between his hairy legs. My truck driver was breathing heavily as he came down from the sex-driven high he experienced. Without hesitation, I spread his legs so I could reach down and lick up every drop of his thick musty cum. When I looked up, he had a big smile of satisfaction and he pulled me close to his face and gave me a big wet French kiss, licking his cum from my chin and mouth. We both laid back on the seat to recover when he suggested we pull off at the next truck stop where we could rest and shower! 

The truck driver drove to the truck stop leaving his jeans around his ankles while I did a lick clean up of his hairy crotch, cock and balls. And he kept hard as a rock all the way to the stop which I thought impressive.

First off, I'm picturing a quick strip down and heading to the showers where I planned to show off my creativity on the truck driver. But the reality is he probably meant dinner and rest! We entered the facilities, I could see we were going to the shower area. Oh goody, I thought I was a boy in a candy shop. There were about 8 men in the showers and six of them were hot. Younger and all with great bodies from muscley and slender to big broad shoulders and narrow waist. After I came down from floating, I realized that there would be really only one who'd play with me and he was all mine. I liked that. Spending time with a driver on a long haul, you get to know the person and they get to know you. I had developed and real liking to this truck driver and knew the sex would be even better now that I was closer to him. We went into the locker room and I wasn't sure how'd he approach this but as soon as we started stripping, he got real friendly so I was pretty sure this would lead to a hot, wet session.

With all the showers having only a half wall to separate the stalls how was this hot, wet action gonna happen? Two of the stalls became open (two of the not-so-hot ones had left.)
I assumed and started walking toward one when my truck driver put his hand on my shoulder and walked me beyond those stalls to one at the end that was private, with full walls and a curtain! I could only guess as to the reason, but it worked for us. We quickly slipped in and had total privacy to get dirty...

Having someone tall and muscular standing in front of me and looking down at my face is such a big turn-on.  Since we had talked about each other on the drive, the truck driver had such a look of passion on his face that I could melt...wet sloppy, deep kisses started on my lips and then moved down my chest and belly to my cock. Previously all attention had been paid to him and now he was reciprocating. A kiss on the tip of my cock and a full enveloping down to the base gave me ecstatic chills and as I moaned loudly, he reached up and softly put his hand over my mouth to quiet me. He gave me a well-practiced, fantastic blow job and made me so close to cumming, I had to slowly pull him up to my face. I then repeated the moves, wet kisses down to his cock. Of course, he knew what to expect...another amazing blow job that I planned on making even better than the last one I gave him. We were both very hard and totally into each other and in the back of my mind, I wondered if he was going to take me all the way. I would have welcomed it except I had never gone that far with any of my drivers. I was really falling for this guy and thought how great it would be if we would wait and do it in his cabin bed. He even seemed to foresee my needs and that made me even more hot for this guy.

We continued our drive towards completion moving up and down each other bodies, hot water streaming down and soap suds adding to the sensations. as we got closer to total ecstasy, we both reach down in unison and grabbed each other's cock and stroked slowly at first then increase our grips and finished each other off. We actually came together, a super turn-on for me, and our thick cum shot up to our chests then hugged each other tight, smearing and mixing our creamy spunk on our chests and bellies. we scrubbed each other down, towel off, and walk out into the shower room as if it was the most natural thing to do. We had spent some time in that shower and we walked out, all of the guys were different. They all glanced at us and turned back to their showers. I did notice a couple of the guys had slight smiles on their faces which gave me giggles.

We dressed, grabbed some snacks, and headed back to the truck. We were on our final leg of the trip. We reached SF and he had to go through town to stay on the 101 so he dropped me off so I could take the bus home. As we parted, I gave him the most passionate kiss I could muster and said I hope I will see you again.

As to that fucking I had envisioned, I might tell that story next time...

The Artist and the Motorcyclist

The Artist and the Motorcyclist

Having recently moved 

from a landlocked state 

to Southern California, I couldn't wait to take a run on my new Honda CRB650 up Hwy 1 and visit one of the most beautiful coasts in the U.S., Big Sur. I imagined it must be a fantastic ride on a motorcycle. For my trip, I planned to stop in San Francisco to spend time with friends, then continue North to stay at a gay bed and breakfast in the tiny town of Westport 6 hours from Big Sur. 

As anyone knows, It is a miracle of a drive and I was prepared to be dazzled. It was a beautiful day, clear and cloudless (of course...) heading out from LA, I just knew that it would be a great trip. The first part is just bad. From Pasadena to Ventura, nothing but commercial on both sides of Hwy 101. From Ventura north, it's a very nice ride and it only gets better.

At Gaviota, I switched to Hwy 1, headed toward Pismo Beach, picked up some food, then rode north to a nice spot off the highway to have lunch and enjoy the scenery. After a relaxed meal (and a joint), I was ready to hit the road for Big Sur. Heading nowhere, in particular, I had heard of a bakery that makes delicious pie! So I cruised along trying to be attentive to the scenery and my riding. Occasional, I would stop at a pull-out where I was sure I'd get some fantastic photos.

The ride was exhilarating and so smooth. I moved my 650 through the curves easily and felt the rush as I took the turns faster and faster. As I headed north, I noticed dark clouds overhead and I'm thinking what's up. It's always sunny in California, right? I approached the bakery pulled in and parked. As I went into the store I could see clouds definitely getting darker (if this was a novel, the clouds would be ominous...) 

I was so looking forward to that pie, that I wasn't too concerned until it started to rain or monsoon? Now I was concerned. I wasn't used to the coast and its weather patterns, but being in California, the rain would pass quickly. Or so they say.   

I decided to stay at the bakery and have my pie and coffee. Assuming the rain would pass quickly eat and enjoyed the view overlooking the Pacific ocean. An hour later, with the rain still falling, I was getting a little nervous. When the owner said the shop was closing and that she and her employees wanted to get home I began to really worry. I acted like no big deal, paid, and walked outside. Five minutes later, everyone had driven off and there I sat, on my bike barely underneath an overhang, feeling like a rat about to drown. 

Just then, a bright red Mercedes SLK 350 coupe drove up. The guy jumped out, ran to the door only to discover the bakery had closed. He looked over at me and I returned his look with the wettest and saddest puppy dog look I could muster. I caught his eye and wearing a tight Lacoste shirt with my pecs and biceps clearly defined sure helped. As he walked closer, I realized he was maybe late 40's and even with a raincoat, I could see he was in great shape with long lean legs and a square-jawed face and scruff too. (Was I crushing on this guy already?) He was also wearing a big shiny white-toothed smile! 

He could see I was distressed and offered a warm greeting and questioned if all was OK. I gave a masculine "oh I'm doing great" and then laughed and stated if I had clear skies and a dry road, I'd really be great.

The rain was coming down pretty hard so my predicament looked grim until my new friend's face lightened and he said I was welcome to follow him home about two miles north for shelter. I took it to mean I could hang out outside his place until the skies cleared.

I bundled up as best I could and took off following my "savior" He did look very hot and driving the two-seater coupe made things very sexy. After a few minutes, we came to a steep driveway on a rise opposite the ocean. It looked tricky what with rain running down the drive like a river but I gunned my bike and rode smoothly up to a flat spot next to a very large, very cool house with glass walls and no doubt an amazing view of the Pacific. 

My new friend had pulled into the garage and motioned me to follow. So OK, I'm really getting good treatment, even my bike was out of the weather. As the garage door closed, he said, come on into the house, and by the way, my name is Preston. I'm David I replied. You know that feeling one gets when he is about to enter into a very pleasant adventure? My ruined coast ride appeared to turn into some real excitement. I was going to be relaxing with a very attractive guy with possibly a glass (or two) of wine.

The more I saw of the house, the more I noticed what good taste this guy has. Of course, the view of the ocean was spectacular, and the dark clouds and heavy rain gave an ethereal look.

Within a few minutes, after deciding on red or white, my new friend opened a bottle of rich, red wine and we were seated on a wrap-around sofa with a warming fire burning in the huge stone fireplace. The dreamy looks I was getting, assured me this was going to be a fun night of play.

Small talk followed and the more we talked the more attractive Preston became. Very interesting story. He's an artist and has done well by age thirty-five so he opened a gallery. Of course, it would be in Carmel, an artist colony up the coast from his house, pretty much the top echelon of artists and galleries.

I pretty much stared dreamily into his eyes as he talked, being a twenty-four-year-old with not a whole lot of experience. Since my income came from drug sales, I felt I should come up with a better career so I used my fathers' business as a cover. I said I am the vice president of a publishing company. His incredulous look made me think he was impressed but in fact, my position was in name only. My father gave me the title just so I could impress people. Otherwise, I really didn't care for that kind of work. 

I think we were both pretty assertive but being younger, I made the move on him first and within a minute we were at it hot and heavy. Shirts came off, jean buttons opened and we quickly progressed. I have learned that when the passive partner (OK, yes I'm a bottom) really teases it out, the hotter and harder the top becomes.

Preston stood, lifted me from the sofa, grabbed the wine and glasses, and pulled me to the bedroom. Being a dizzy fag, I stopped the action to look around his bedroom and comment "love the layout". Beautifully appointed as an artist would do it and the bed faced the ocean. God, what a place to be taken...

Preston pushed me down onto the bed and proceeded to smoothly ravished me. Preston was proving to be a great sex partner and with my youthful exuberance, I totally went for it. Starting at Prestons' feet, I moved slowly north. He had such beautiful feet, perfectly proportioned toes, high arch, and veins! I could go on about his narrow ankles and muscular calves but now I'm in between his thighs, munching toward a delicious cock. Preston was so hard (and had been that way since he dropped his pants.) Tip oozing precum (a lot too), I opened wide and took in as much shaft as I could without stopping. I couldn't make it to the base, I could really feel how long Prestons' cock was, pushing at my throat until I leaned back giving his cock a straight line as he pushed in until he was forcing the base hard against my throat. I held off gagging until he pulled his cock out just long enough to catch my breath and drool out saliva before he plowed it back in and out. He was rough and gentle at the same time, giving me total ecstasy. He then pulled out and climbed down my body and took my broad, big-headed cock in his mouth, increasing intensity with each gulp. I arched my back and sighed loudly indicating how fantastic this felt.

We entwined ourselves, savoring each lick, bite, kiss, and stroke. We were sweating from the heat we were generating and those salty licks were divine. As we moved together, we became harder and harder and as I started to pant, I began to beg Preston to fuck me.  

He climbed between my thighs, lifted me up, and slowly entered.  I was surprised by how easily he penetrated me so I pushed forward to get him as deep as possible. Preston was in ecstasy as he slid in smoothly up to the base of his substantial cock. He was so good, pulling out and pushing at just the right tempo for me. I was in rapture and begged to go deep and fast. His cock was the perfect length, sliding past my prostate rubbing it hard, sending me to Nirvana. He did that to me until I was dripping sweat, arching my back to meet him full-on, and bringing him closer and closer to erupting, filling me with his hot semen. I hoped too, that by reaching up, hugging, and licking his muscular body, I was going to bring about a monster orgasm for both of us. Preston was getting ready to cum. I could feel his cock getting harder and his thrusts deeper and faster. The rumbling in my balls signaled that I was also close. We were going to cum together!  I could feel it in his body and see in his face as he reached orgasm and my ecstasy drove me to orgasm in unison with Preston. We both came so fucking hard. I could feel the blast of his hot cum fill my ass. My thick rope of cum covered his belly and chest. Preston collapsed on top of me and rubbed his white-hot muscular hairy chest on mine, and spread my cum all over our chests and bellies. The euphoria I felt was like a heroin high and I didn't it want to end. I put my arms around Preston, held him tight, and wouldn't let go. He gave me deep French kisses and his muscled, sweat glistened body on top of me made me fell so safe. All the while, his hard cock stiil in my ass

After a long blissful momment, we uncoupled, Preston rolled off of me and after curling up together, we drifted off to a raptured sleep.