Wet Dreams

I became so involved with sucking my customer’s big dick
that I nearly forgot where I was. The young patron was very
close to giving up his gooey reward when the gruff sound of
Lance clearing his throat abruptly jogged my memory.

I promptly spit out the delicious cock and leapt to my
feet. I looked over my shoulder, expecting to see Lance, but
no one was there. The guy in the changing stall and I were
still quite alone. I knew I hadn’t imagined hearing Lance.
He wasn’t there now, but I was sure he had been.

Not to be denied his moment of ecstasy, the gorgeous guy
in the stall grabbed his big, spit covered prick and
stroked his pud until he had shot a sticky wad of semen down
one wall of the narrow fitting cubical. The sight of his
erupting manhood nearly made me cum in my pants.

The rest of the day was pure hell. My tender, young
balls ached so bad I could hardly walk. If Lance had seen me
with the guy in the fitting room, he wasn’t letting on. I
tried not to think about sex - about cock, but then I would
catch a glimpse of Lance, and immediately fucking and
sucking was all I could think about.

After work, as we stepped from the air conditioning into
the heat and humidity that awaited us in the parking lot, I
was surprised when Lance invited me to his apartment for a
beer. Of course I accepted.

Lance’s second floor apartment was only slightly cooler
than it was outside. “Sorry about the air conditioning,” he
apologized, taking off his shirt and tie. The window unit
rattled like it was on its last leg. “I’ve got some cooler
cloths, if you’d like to change?”

The sight of his smooth, tan chest and flat, washboard
belly was making me far hotter than the heavy, dank air..
“Sure, that would be great,” I said, following him into the
bedroom.

I tried not to stare as Lance stripped down to his
skimp, bikini briefs, but I just couldn’t resist his manly
beauty. The thin, flexible fabric of his underwear clung so
tightly to the muscular contours of his shapely, round ass
that it gave me goose bumps. I was taking off my pants when
he turned to hand me a pair of shorts, giving me an
opportunity to scope out the fullness of his pouch. Even at
a glance, it was obvious that his cock was semi—erect.

I noticed his eyes dropped to size up the stiff,
cylinder shaped bulge of my cock. His eyes were caressing, I
could almost feel them gliding over my skin. Liking what he
saw brought a smile to his face. Without uttering a sound,
he had answered the most pressing question on my mind. I
knew now that he was attracted to me, and the thought of us
being together made my head swim.

“I think I’ll take a quick shower,” Lance said, peeling
off his briefs to show off his sleek, uncut cock and weighty,
down covered balls. “You’re welcome to join me if you like.”

I folded my pants and laid them neatly across the foot
of the bed. My seven inch erection was all but ripping
through the crotch of my Jockey shorts.

“That sound’s great,” I replied excitedly, practically
ripping off my underwear.

Lance grinned wickedly as he gazed upon my liberated
cock. I had the feeling he wanted to reach out and touch me
as much as I wanted to touch him, but neither of us made a
move to seduce the other.

Lance’s back was to me as we stood drying ourselves. I
was spellbound by the view when he propped one foot up on the
edge of the bathtub. His pose presented a spectacle that was
beyond belief. I was completely mesmerized by the gaping,
down filled crevice that sheltered the crimson pucker of his
ass. My heart beat passionately against the inner wall of my
chest as his huge balls swayed back and forth between his
firm thighs. The silent clanging of his velvety clappers
made me tingle all over.

Lance turned around and caught me staring, but I didn’t
care. It nearly took my breath away when he reached down and
started playing with himself, squeezing the meaty shaft of
his thick cock until its bloated knob burst beyond the
confines of his tightly stretched foreskin.

My youthful lust was raging out of control. I had never
felt so horny in my life, but then Lance wasn’t like anyone I
had ever known. There was something different about him,
something special, something far more substantial than his
incredible good looks.

Looking me dead in the eyes, Lance reached out and
stroked the side of my face. “I’ve had my eye on you since
the first day you started work. You have no idea how many
times I’ve fell asleep at night wondering what it would be
like to fuck that beautiful ass of yours, but I wasn’t sure
how you would feel about making love with another man. Then,
today, when I saw you with that customer in the fitting room,
I knew I had to have you.”

I reached out to him and we melted into one another’s
arms. Intertwined in a lover’s embrace, I felt the firmness
of his cock rise up between my legs. The raw power of his
lust lifted my sagging nuts so that my weighty ballsac draped
over the shaft of his powerful organ. I shivered blissfully
as the head of his cock wallowed in the crop of sparse man
fur that blanketed the narrow space that separated my balls
from my ass. I desperately wanted to feel his flexing cock
inside me, but at the same time, I hated the thought of
letting him go.

Lance rhythmically ground the coarseness of his dense
pubic thatch against the sensitive underbelly of my trapped
cock. The abrasiveness of his manly hair sent me into orbit.
Panting ruttishly, I put my mouth over his, tasting the
sweetness of his trembling lips. When his hot tongue entered
my mouth it turned my knees into jelly. The distance between
the bathroom and his bed was only a few feet, but it seemed
more like a mile.

Once we reached our destination our passion literally
exploded. We were like two sex starved predators out to
devour one another.