Sex in the Sky

As James approached the front door he reached absently for the keys in his back jeans pocket, striding up the steps to the door. Without thinking he reached for the door handle, and to his surprise it opened without any need for the key. He paused momentarily. Strange. Even if Michael was at home it was unlikely that he would have left it unlocked.

James cursed the luck that had him watching over Jack and Wendy’s house while they enjoyed a three week European vacation. He understood, though – Michael was staying behind, and even at 18 he still seemed very young. Even effeminate. James didn’t know if he would have trusted Michael to watch over things either.

Conscious that there may be strangers in the house, James stepped in quietly, slipped his shoes off as he shut it gently behind him. He surveyed the house briefly: nothing appeared to be out of place. He stepped forward gingerly, his feet making no sound on the tiled floor as he moved from the entranceway into the lounge. And then he heard – did he? – a murmur, a voice perhaps, a whisper from upstairs. The hairs on the back of his neck rose in warning. Even though he hesitated, he knew that he would have to go up; and so he moved to the stairway, stepping carefully as he climbed, counting the sixteen treads that that took him to the passageway between the bedrooms.

Here it was carpeted, and everything seemed normal, except for the reflected light that was seeping out under the half open door to the main bedroom. He slipped quickly to the side, peering into the room through the gap at the hinges, surveying the room quickly to see who was there. Of everything he had expected, though, the sight before him caught him unprepared.

The main bedroom was large. To the left stood the double bed, slightly out of James’ vision. Wendy’s closet was against the far wall, standing open. To the right was a full-length mirror, and standing with her back to the doorway was a woman – a girl perhaps – dressed in a full length formal dress. James recognised the dress as one belonging to Wendy – but it certainly wasn’t Wendy evaluating herself: this woman was thing, gangly even, and the dress hung slightly loose on her frame. James wondered if anyone else was in the room – it was conceivable that someone was on the bed out of view. He stood without moving, waiting quietly to see what was happening.

And then a voice – Michael’s voice – spoke: “Very nice. Now turn around.”

The woman rotated, still looking at the mirror over her shoulder to keep herself in view, but James saw her face, lipstick, rouge, mascara, blush, earrings, girlish tilt of the head and realised with a shock of amazement that he was staring at Michael. Michael – dressed in his mother’s clothing, parading before a mirror, made up like a woman, obviously using the opportunity while his parents were gone to explore personal fantasies. James realised that he had wandered into a private sexual exploration – Michael playing out a scenario for himself, watching himself, as a woman, in the mirror.

For a moment he wanted to turn and leave – but Michael was facing the doorway now – any movement might alert him to James’ presence. Motionlessly he appraised the scene. Apart from the makeup, Michael had obviously taken some time to prepare himself for this: James could make out the shape of breasts beneath the dress. Michael’s hair – always long – was blown back, hanging to his shoulders. James could make out strappy black shoes matching the black sheen dress, over grey pantyhose. Michael looked anything but a parody – he was deliberately dressed and posing to look like a sensual woman, and for all the world he did. As Michael spoke again, James began to understand the fantasy that was being played out – he alternated between two voices, a feminine lilt that was obviously the role he was portraying, and a deeper voice that belonged to an imaginary man – who James came to realise was supposedly interviewing Michael for a job.

Female voice: There. I hope you like what you see. I’m not used to being asked to do this for a job interview. Male: Well – we both know that you have interviewed for a lot of jobs, don’t we? And that you haven’t had any luck? Turn around again.

Michael dropped his head resignedly as he rotated to again face the mirror. James could leave now, but he was fascinated by this play taking place before him – by the voyeuristic opportunity that had presented itself. From the back Michael looked like a woman again – he had obviously posed this way a lot, and this was perhaps old sensual territory for him. He appeared to be a shy, coy woman as he spoke again.

Female: I haven’t had much luck, no. Jobs are not easy to find. I really do need this one. Male: There are many candidates that I have to interview. Work is hard to find. If you want this, you’ll have to prove that you have something to offer.

Michael raised his head and looked at the mirror, lips pouting slightly in feigned anger.

Female: I work hard. You’ll never have to worry about the quality of what I do. Male: That’s not what I meant. I meant that you’ll have to show me some of what you have. Female: I don’t understand. Male: Some of what you have under that pretty dress.

James was fascinated by the scenario: Michael fulfilling both the role of the aggressive, demanding, controlling manager – and the woman reluctantly being drawn into exposing herself. James recognised the type of fantasy – he had had it himself. How many men had not imagined having an attractive woman obeying his every command? It was built into most men’s psyche. And yet this was different; Michael was deliberately positioning himself not as the domineering manager, but as the submissive, reluctant victim obliged to obey these instructions in order to get employment – and James was intrigued. More than intrigued … as Michael mouthed the next words James felt a movement in his groin that alerted him to the impact this was having. This pretty boy/girl (for Michael was unquestionably attractive – as he shifted his stance slightly the movement of his ass under the dress caught James’ eye) wanted to be controlled, wanted to be a submissive little girl to a controlling male figure. Michael wanted to explore his femininity by pretending to be made to do this.

James had explored his dominant preferences more than once. Early in his marriage he had started to tie his wife up, once taking photographs of her as she lay helpless on the bed. That day had been a long, slow exploration in which he had bound her while still dressed, and then unexpectedly pulled out the camera when she could do nothing to stop him. He had taken pictures as he stripped her, and her first attempts to pull out of the ropes had only added to the erotic nature of the images. She had become progressively humiliated, especially when he pulled up her skirt and pulled the panties to one side, holding her knees apart and ensuring that her face was in each photograph, particularly the most intimate. Her muffled anger through the gag had no impact at all, until he pulled it away so that she could take him in her mouth. He remembered how angry and turned on she was simultaneously, tearing against the bonds, but still taking him fully into first her mouth, and then when he turned her over, between her soaked lips. No matter how she had raged afterwards, they both knew that she had been left drenched and wanting: she had bucked under him with abandon. And as time progressed ropes, scarves, and eventually even some handcuffs had progressively found their way into the bedroom. As the marriage had turned bad the domination had remained, becoming more overt. Once, as they stood against the back wall in an elevator, he had reached under her dress, pulling her panties down and letting them fall to the floor out of sight of the unsuspecting patrons; he had been too strong for her to stop him even though she frantically tried to hold them up for a few brief moments. Each time there would be anger followed by lust. As the marriage irreparably shred he started doing it in more public situations, pulling down her bathing suit in the pool once so their friends could see her breasts, reaching into her pants and cupping her while she tried unsuccessfully to pull his hand away, and all their friends laughed. However madly she had twisted away, even in those brief moments he felt how wet she was.

So the scene before him set his heart to beating, and even though he had never thought of himself as anything but heterosexual, Michael was just so feminine, so little-girl innocent as he shifted his weight to one leg and spoke again, that James suddenly realised that he wanted this woman – wanted to take her under his control, to make her satisfy his escalating desire.

Female: What do you mean? Male: You know what I mean. I mean that it’s time for you to show me some of what you’re wearing under there. Pull down the zipper on that dress.

Michael paused, dramatically, as if staring uncertainly as his tormentor. James was now erect and prepared to progress this to a more overt stage. As Michael reached behind him and drew the zipper down, exposing the indentations of spine crossed by a black brassiere strap James stepped out and stood in the doorway. For a moment Michael didn’t see him as he was concentrating on sliding it open, but then he looked up and James could see the shock cross his face as they looked into each other’s eyes in the mirror. For long moments neither moved, then Michael spun around, reached behind himself to hold the dress closed, and took two steps away, backing against the mirror. His face reddened furiously under the makeup, his eyes dropped to the floor – James knew that Michael was frantically trying to find an excuse, an escape from the shameful situation in which he had found himself.

James spoke first: “It’s alright Michael.”

Michael said nothing, continued looking at the floor.

“It’s alright Michael – I understand. You have to explore. We all explored things at some point in our lives. There’s no need to be embarrassed.”

Michael’s eyes flickered angrily up at him. “You’re not the one standing here in your mother’s dress!”

“That’s true.” James closed the door behind him. It was a meaningless action, but it seemed to reinforce the privacy of the situation in which they found themselves. “But you look very feminine like that.”

Michael didn’t react. There was a lounge chair off to the right of the door. James moved towards it and sat down, relaxing, comfortable in the role that he was creating. “You look very pretty like that, Michael. You know that, don’t you?”

Michael still didn’t move, pouting in frustrated anger now, looking more girlish than ever. “You look very … desirable.”

The words hung in the air, Michael’s eyes flickering across the floor from side to side as he absorbed their meaning. James crossed his legs now. “We could keep this all a secret, Michael. Nobody needs to know. Our secret.” Michael didn’t move, just listening, becoming the role that he had been portraying just moments before. “If you want it to stay our secret, all you have to do is follow my lead. Girls like you know what that means. Unemployed, needing whatever job they can find. Doing whatever they have to.”

Michael raised his eyes now – were there tears there? – and looked confrontationally at James. He opened his mouth to speak, but stopped before any words came out. James smiled. “I’m not like other managers, Michael – I’m not that interested in your tits. I want to look at panties, and pussy. Lift the hem of your skirt, and then come stand here in front of me.”

Michael didn’t move, still staring at James, then finally spoke – and his first words were angry: “I’m not your toy!”

“Oh but you are, Michael. If you want this to be our secret, you are exactly what I want you to be. Do you understand?”

Michael was pouting, lips trembling, so … beautiful. So desirable. James’ cock was raging, a steel bar that couldn’t wait to be released. “You are my toy, my slut, my plaything, Michael. You want to be. And I am going to make you. Again – do you understand?”

And again Michael opened his mouth to speak but no words emerged. He stood, at a loss, his fantasy suddenly a hard reality – what was so easy when he had the control of the fantasy had become quiet frightening, insecure, when he was a pawn.

“Lift up your skirt, Michael. Do it now.” Michael didn’t move for long moments, staring at James intense eyes, slight aggressive smile. Then he let go of the zipper he was holding shut, and the front of the dress fell loose. He bent over, eyes still on the floor, and his fingers hooked around the hem, drawing it up as he stood straight. “More”, said James. “Right up. Hike it up around your belly. I want to see panties.”

As the boy exposed legs encased in thigh-high pantyhose, with patterned, elasticized tops, and then black drum-tight panties James found it difficult to contain himself to the chair. He savoured the view: Michael had dressed for self-seduction, with semi-transparent underwear, his manhood almost visible through the gossamer stuff. His legs, sheer, womanly, trembling perhaps. The hands holding the skirt showing false red nails amongst the crumpled material. “You like showing yourself to me, don’t you Michael? You fantasy is coming true, isn’t it?”

Michael just turned his head to the side, non-commital. James reached out one hand and let his head fall to one side, but his eyes never left the image before him. “Come here – come stand in front of me”.

Michael walked across the floor, balance still unsure on his mother’s high heels, until he stopped, exposed to James examination, inches away from the chair. James placed the back of one finger against the inside of a knee, and then trailed it up across nylon, flesh, the softness of the inner leg, to the hollow just below the panty mound. Michael’s eyes closed, and James could see the slight movement inside the panties that belied Michael’s emotions. He restrained himself from reaching up for the front of the panties, savouring rather the agony of confusion and lust crossing the boy’s face. “Turn around Michael. Keep the skirt up - I want to see your ass.”

Michael swivelled, perhaps relieved to be turning away, but James suspected that Michael was beginning to enjoy the realisation of his desire. The dress may have been slightly loose, but the black French-cut panties fit neatly, the light reflecting erotically across the curves of his ass. James ran his fingers across the smooth material, trailing down the crack of Michael’s butt, slipping two fingers between his legs to find the stretched material encasing Michael’s testicles. “Turn around”. As he spoke, he realised how dry his throat was.

And now, as Michael turned into view, it was evident how turned on the boy had become: the panties were stretched into a tent with the head of his cock peering out beyond the elastic at the belly. Staring into Michael’s eyes, James reached forward and pulled the front of the panties down, exposing Michael fully for the first time. As his fingers brushed against another man’s cock for the first time, he heard Michael sigh and push his hips forward, cock standing out like a tower, demanding attention. “You’re so pretty”, said James, touching it with his fingertips, exploring this new experience, listening to Michael’s laboured breathing.

It was strange how erotic this sight was: Michael’s cock, distended with lust, the panties bunched under his testicles, pushing them forward. It was as intimate as the first moments when a woman exposed herself, lying back for him and spreading open her legs for his gaze. As erotic as it was for them both, it was also true that their passion play contributed to the lust of the moment. And so James continued to play it out: looking up into Michael’s eyes, and with a cruel smile on his face he said: “Naughty girls showing themselves to strangers. Pussies this naughty need to be slapped –pussy slaps so hard that your eyes water and your mouth goes dry.” His hands had wrapped around the shaft now, was masturbating Michael with slow, measured strokes that caused Michael to move his hips in rhythm. “What do you think.”

Michael spoke almost in a whisper. “I’m not that naughty – it’s the job. You’re making me misbehave.”

“Then perhaps it deserves a licking?” At this James moved forward, and for the first time (what a day for firsts this was!) he felt the pulsing hardness of a man’s cock across his tongue. How strange that this should feel so natural. How strange that he should know to draw the length of the cock into his mouth, moisten it then withdraw, leaving Michael to suddenly feel coolness against his flesh; how strange to know that the tip of his tongue could find the sensitive channel between shaft and head to tease, or that it could press into the opening at the tip and split it just slightly, just enough for Michael to lose composure, drop his hem which fell about James shoulders, and to take James head in his hands as he pressed forwards into his mouth, filling him, embracing him with the cloth of the dress. And now James found himself under this boy-girls’s clothing, the eroticism heightened by the voyeuristic sense of being up Michael’s skirt, light coming through the material to this hot, confining place of sex, Michael’s hands cupping his hair through the stuff of the fabric, pulling him forward onto the rod. He drew back until the cock-head was held in his lips (for a sudden, ludicrous moment he remembered referring to woman as having CSLs – cock sucking lips – and wandered if that applied to him too); and then reached for the panty-fabric and pulled it down to Michael’s knees. God this looked sexy – pantihosed legs open, panties stretched between them, red, moist cock demanding attention under the tent of the skirt.

After savouring the view for long moments, James pulled back from under the skirt to look up at Michael’s face, flushed with requited lust now; his fantasies suddenly, gloriously realised, his unremitting desire expressed in hard breathing, focused gaze. James hands were still under the skirt, one hand cupping Michael’s ass, the other still stroking him tenderly, enjoying the sensation. “I think you should sit on my lap, little girl”, he whispered.

But now, for the first time, when Michael responded, there was a new timbre to his words – and he progressed the game in a wholly unexpected direction. He dropped his head girlishly to the left, brushed back some hair from his eyes: “Yes daddy, if you want”.

Ohhhh. How could words evoke such a response from James’ cock? Michael moved to the left, tripping slightly over the panties still binding his knees together, then sat across James lap, putting arms around James’ neck, nuzzling his face into James neck. “Like this, daddy?”

“Yes my girl – just like that”. James reached down and pulled the hem back up, hiking it to where he could again see the boy cock, knees held by the panty. He touched Michael’s shaft softly, again starting to stroke him, still in wonder at the rigidity and beauty of the rod between his fingers.

Michael was whispering now: “Are you going to kiss me, daddy?” It was a girl’s coquettish question. James turned his face, their lips coming together for the first, soft gentle exploration that added an emotive, sensual depth to this discovery. They kissed forever, slowly, hesitatingly at first, then tongue tips testing until finally it was an embrace, an acceptance. Again James was struck how natural it seemed to be catching Michael’s lips between his as he felt the contours of this wonderful girl cock in the palm of his hand, both men breathing deeply, hearts racing – but with a different sense: this had turned from coercion to shared seduction now. They withdrew slowly, Michael whispering again: “Are you going to fuck me, daddy?”

“Scott! Shut up!” Blushing, Rusty looked at Cooper. “He’s drunk.”

“No kidding,” Cooper said.

“Scott, look at me. Look at me.”

Scott looked at Rusty. “What?

“Give me you’re keys or I’m taking you home and you won’t get any pussy tonight.”

“Well, fuck, since you put it that way,” Scott said and dug out his keys.

Rusty grabbed Scott’s key ring and then looked around for the waitress. “Hang on, I’ll be right back,” he said to Cooper. Rusty got up and went to the Gina. He handed her the keys while she explained she didn’t get off for another 30 minutes. “Just get him home, ok?”

“Ok, honey,” Gina said. Then she added, “I’ve got a friend. I think she’d like you. You’re handsome.”

“Does she have a brother?” Rusty asked.

“Yes, I think so. Why?”

“I’d want to take him home, instead,” Rusty winked at her.

“Oh,” Gina said, understanding.

“Just make sure Scott gets home.”

Rusty went back to the table. Scott had moved next to Cooper and had his arm around him. He was talking, “…love him like a brother. I do. He’s been so good to me.”

“Yeah, I know, Scott.” Cooper looked up at Rusty and grinned. “He’s fucking wasted.”

“Scott!”

“Hey, there he is, my Brother! Sit down here, Bro! Get me another beer!”

“Scott?” Rusty began.

“What?”

“I gave Gina your keys. She’s gonna take you home, ok?”

“I’m gonna fuck her tits!”

“Ok, fine, fuck her tits.” Then to Cooper, Rusty asked, “Can you take me home?”

“Sure, but do you think its ok to leave him in this condition?”

“I’ve seen him worse. Gina’s going to bring him home. Scott’s a big boy.”

“I’m a big boy with a big DICK!” Scott announced and they laughed at him.

“I’m leaving now, Scott.”

“Ok Bro.”

“Don’t drink anymore or you won’t be able to get it up.”

“Fuck, it’s up NOW! Wanna see?” Scott reached for his zipper.

“Scott, I don’t want to see your dick.”

“Do you want to see my dick?” Scott asked Cooper in a drunken slur.

Cooper waved him off, “No, but thanks for the offer.” Cooper grinned at Rusty who rolled his eyes.

“We’re outta here,” Rusty said.

“Ok” Scott said and drank from his beer.

Rusty and Coop headed for the door. They walked outside the bar. Rusty put his arm around Cooper as they walked to Cooper’s car. “I feel bad about leaving him like that,” Cooper told Rusty.

“He’s gonna be ok. Gina promised me she’d get him home and I believe her. He’ll be fine.”

“Does he always get so drunk?”

“Sometimes, but not very often. Tonight, he has a reason.”

“Why?” Cooper asked.

Rusty hesitated for a few seconds. “It’s a long story. Ask me again sometime.”

Cooper drove Rusty to his home he shared with Scott. Cooper followed Rusty through the garage and into the house. Once inside, Rusty offered Cooper a beer and he accepted. Rusty returned from the kitchen, two beers in hand and found Cooper sitting on the sofa. He handed an opened beer to him and they drank as Rusty sat down next to Cooper.

“Tell me something,” Rusty began.

“What’s on your mind?”

“When Scott brought you to the table tonight, he whispered something in your ear. What did he say?”

Cooper grinned at Rusty. “He said you said I had a nice ass.”

“That fucker.”

“Did you say that?” Cooper asked.

“Yes. And you do.”

“I have to tell you I’ve heard that before.”

“I’m not surprised.”

Cooper moved closer to Rusty. “Has anyone told you YOU have a nice ass?”

“Yes.”

“Ok, fine. But has anyone ever told you that you have a great body to go with that nice ass?” Cooper asked.

“Yes,” Rusty said, smiling at Cooper.

“And are these guys still in your life?”

“No.”

“Good. Because I want to do something.”

“What do you want to do?”

“This.” Cooper leaned to Rusty and kissed him. It was a quick kiss. Their lips met for a second or two. Then Cooper pulled away, just slightly, gazing into Rusty’s eyes. Rusty leaned to Cooper and resumed the kiss, this time it lasted for several seconds.

“Mmmm, you kiss well,” Rusty told him.

“Thanks.”

“Now there is something I want to do.”

“What?” Cooper asked.

“Stand up.” Rusty told him. Cooper leaned forward, set his beer on the coffee table and stood.

“Turn around,” Rusty instructed. Cooper turned around and Rusty raised a hand. He put it on Cooper’s round ass and rubbed him there, feeling the hard flesh through his striped baseball pants. “I’ve wanted to do this all night.” His fingers traced along his jock straps. “You’re wearing a jock strap.”

“Yes, most catcher’s do, along with a cup, if their smart.”

“You still have the cup on?”

“No, I took it off after the game. It’s with the rest of my gear in the trunk of my car.”

Rusty continued to rub Cooper’s ass. Then he saw Cooper’s hands move to the front of his pants. Rusty heard him unbutton his pants and the zipper being pulled down. Next, Rusty saw Cooper push his pants down revealing his solid butt. “Oh man!” Rusty whispered as his hands rubbed the two hard globes of flesh which were covered with dark black hair. “That’s fucking awesome.” Rusty said.

Cooper turned around to face Rusty. He grabbed the bottom of his baseball jersey and pulled it over his head. Rusty smiled as Cooper’s broad shoulders, thick arms, well defined chest and tapered torso came into view. There was a small patch of dark hair between his pectoral muscles, which where capped with nickle-sized nipples each surrounded by a thin line of dark hair. His chest stood out almost an inch from his lower body. Below, Cooper was hairless, except for a swoop of hair around his navel and which disappeared into his jock strap. His stomach was round and yet flat at the same time. Cooper took off his shirt and then fished his cap out of it and replaced it on his head.

“You are so sexy!” Rusty said.

“Thanks. You are sexy, too.”

Then Rusty stood up. He quickly set his beer on the table next to Cooper’s. He pulled Cooper to him and kissed him hard, their lips meshed together and pulled on themselves. Rusty felt Cooper’s breath on his mouth. It drove him wild. He felt Cooper’s hot flesh with his hands and arms as he held Cooper tightly. Next, he felt Cooper pulling on his shirt and allowed him to unbutton his shirt and strip it from his body. It fell to the floor next to Cooper’s.

Rusty stood over Cooper by three inches, looking down on the man’s stocky body. He attacked Cooper’s neck, sucking and biting him there. Then up to his chin, tracing his tongue to Cooper’s chin and explored the cleft which divided it into two distinct halves. His tongue grazed over Coop’s one day-old beard stubble and it sent waves of pleasure throughout his body.

Cooper dove his head to Rusty’s chest and engulfed his left nipple, passing his tongue over the engorged tip. He ran his hands over Rusty’s muscled back. Rusty ran his hand down Cooper’s toned stomach and shoved it into the man’s jock. There he found Cooper’s erect cock throbbing with desire. Cooper gasped with pleasure.

Then Rusty pulled away from Cooper. They two men simultaneously reached for their beers. They drank while looking at each other and both gasped as the cool beer ran down their throats.

Next, Rusty reached out and grasped Cooper’s hand in his own. “Follow me.” Rusty said.

“Certainly,” Cooper replied. Rusty led Cooper to his bedroom. Once they were inside the room, Rusty closed the door. He kissed Cooper passionately and while doing so, pushed him so Cooper fell onto the bed. Rusty kneeled down before Cooper who sat up quickly. Rusty pulled Cooper’s pants down to his ankles, pausing only to pull his shoes off before removing his pants completely. Next, he spread Cooper’s legs as they hung over the bed and shoved his face into Cooper’s crotch. Cooper fell back on the bed and placed a hand on the back of Rusty’s head. He ground Rusty’s face into his crotch. “Ahhh yeah, suck my jock.” Cooper whispered.

Rusty sucked and pulled on Cooper’s jock, feeling the hard flesh it contained. He reached under the straps and grabbed Cooper’s nuts. Rusty massaged the huge, hairy balls and then, pulled Cooper’s uncircumcised cock out of the side of the pouch. Cooper’s cock head remained half-way sheathed in its skin. Rusty licked the precum from the piss slit. Cooper moaned in appreciation.

Next, Rusty grabbed the wide waistband of the jock and pulled it down, exposing Cooper’s six inch, and thick dick. It sprung over and landed on Cooper’s stomach and then held itself suspended over his flat belly. Rusty removed Cooper’s jock, tossing it over his shoulder. He held Cooper’s cock and pulled the foreskin down to reveal a huge, plum shaped head. Rusty took Cooper’s cock into his mouth and sucked on the head and played with his foreskin. He ran his hands over Coop’s taught stomach and played with his nipples.

After a few minutes, Rusty stood up and took his off his clothes. All of a sudden Rusty heard noises from outside his room. He silently quieted Cooper with a finger to his own lips and they listened. They heard muffled giggles of laughter and then Scott’s bedroom door closed. “Scott is home.” Rusty said as he pulled his pants off and tossed them aside. “I have to admit I feel better knowing he is here.”

“I can make you feel even better,” Cooper said.

He sat up and grabbed Rusty’s briefs, pulling them down. He looked at Rusty’s seven inch cock and reached out to touch it. He grasped Rusty’s dick and slowly pumped it as he leaned to him and they kissed. Then he licked Rusty’s neck and licked his earlobes. He kissed and licked his way down Rusty’s body pausing to suck on his nipples. Next, he lowered his head and took Rusty’s cock into his mouth. He sucked on the glans and flicked his tongue around the shaft and then, down to Rusty’s nuts. Cooper licked and sucked on them while Rusty’s cock rested on his face.

Rusty pushed Cooper on the bed and rolled him over onto his stomach. Rusty slid between his legs and massaged Cooper’s ass. “Damn, I love feeling your ass!” Rusty exclaimed.

Cooper looked back at him. “Want to feel it from the inside?”

“Hell yes!” Rusty said. He spread himself behind Cooper and moved his lips to Cooper’s butt. Starting just above his balls, Rusty ran his tongue up and into Cooper’s crack which hugged his tongue tightly. He flicked his tongue into the thick hair there, licking and kissing him all the way to the base of Cooper’s spine and then, down, pushing his tongue into the deep, hairy crevice. Cooper tried to open his legs but Rusty held them closed. He loved the feeling Cooper’s thick ass cheeks against his tongue. Rusty licked to where Cooper was hairyest, right at his opening. He parted the hair with his tongue and probed the tight ring.

Cooper moaned and tossed his head back. He grasped the mattress with both hands and moved his hips around slowly, feeling Rusty’s tongue pressing to gain entrance. Finally, Rusty released Cooper who spread his legs. Rusty pushed his entire mouth and nose into Cooper’s crack. “Ah yes, Rusty!” Cooper whispered to him.

A few minutes went by and Rusty pleasured Cooper. Then he sat up and kneeled between Cooper’s legs. Cooper looked back and watched over his shoulder as Rusty moved his cock to Cooper’s butt. The hot flesh of Rusty’s hard dick pushed into his ass, probing his opening and Rusty laid his entire cock between those luscious, rounds, hard, hairy mountains. Rusty thrusted his cock up and down as Cooper clenched.

Soon, Rusty leaned down onto Cooper. He whispered in his ear. “Ready?”

Cooper turned his head to Rusty and they kissed. “Yeah, I’m ready. Do it.”

Rusty got up on his knees and reached into the table by the bed. He produced a small vial of lubricant and spread some on his hard cock. Cooper lifted his hips, keeping his broad, muscled shoulders and head on the bed. He grasped the mattress again in both hands, spread his legs and relaxed. Rusty grabbed his cock and aimed it for Cooper’s hairy opening. Again, he parted the thick, jet black hair growing around Cooper’s asshole with his cock and pushed. His cock slipped down and pushed against Cooper’s nuts. Rusty repositioned himself and pushed. Same thing happened.

“You ok back there?” Cooper asked jokingly.

“Sorry, it’s sort of slippery.” Rusty replied.

Cooper moved his knees further apart and Rusty grasped his cock just behind the head. He pushed again and this time, his dick head slipped in, only about a half-inch. He froze, not wanting to lose ground. He thrusted his hips and punched the entire head into Cooper.

“YES!” Cooper gasped.

Rusty pushed again and another two inches disappeared into Cooper’s stretched hole.

“Wait.” Cooper said. Rusty looked at Cooper. He was grimacing while grasping the mattress even tighter. Then his face relaxed. “Ok, ok,” Cooper said. “Give me the rest of it, now.”

Rusty grabbed Cooper’s hips. He slowly inched three more inches of cock into the Cooper’s tight opening. He pulled back until just the head remained clasped by Cooper’s ring. Then he thrusted one more time and all seven inches of his cock slipped easily into Cooper who grunted like an animal.

“Ah fuck! Fucking hell, your cock feels good in there.”

“Damn, you are TIGHT!” Rusty said.

“Don’t stop now, man. Fuck me, Rusty.”

Rusty started out slowly, easing his cock in and out of Cooper’s tight entrance. Occasionally, he looked down to watch his cock stretching the handsome man’s delicious ass. However, he more enjoyed watching Cooper’s muscled body reacting under him. Cooper’s shoulder’s bulged; his biceps and triceps bulged also, holding onto the bed. The muscles in his back flexed and relaxed. His meaty ass clinched tightly around Rusty’s cock. Faster now, in and out, harder, more determined. His balls bounced under him, sometimes colliding with Cooper’s big nuts.

From somewhere, far off it seemed, he heard Scott cry out. Immediately, he knew why. Back now, to the man under him. Rusty’s cock was immensely hard, being held almost captive by Cooper’s tight ass. Then Cooper shifted under him. Rusty rolled with Cooper, keeping his cock buried in the man. On their sides now, Rusty grabbed Cooper’s thick leg and pulled it up to Cooper’s chest, grinding his cock deeper and deeper with each thrust.

Cooper grunted and groaned, called out Rusty’s name and urged him to continue. Rusty kissed and licked Cooper’s back, tasting his sweat and feeling his muscles contracting. Faster now, he drove his cock into the vise grip formerly known as Cooper’s asshole. Rusty reached around Cooper and grabbed onto his cock. Cooper was completely hard and Rusty felt the foreskin moving against the hard flesh under it. Rusty felt his balls pulling up and his cock growing even harder. He knew he was close to shooting a huge load in Cooper’s ass. However, Cooper then pushed Rusty over onto his back. Rusty’s cock slipped from him as Cooper rolled onto Rusty. He grabbed Rusty’s long hard cock and held it perpendicular to Rusty’s body. Cooper positioned his feet on either side of Rusty’s torso and with one easy motion, squatted down on Rusty’s cock, as if getting ready to receive a pitch. Rusty remembered his thought from earlier in the evening and smiled.

Cooper put his hands on Rusty’s chest and held himself over Rusty, easing himself up and down while tossing his head back. Cooper’s cock thumped on Rusty’s hard stomach.

Then, Cooper looked down at Rusty and their eyes met. “Fuck me. Fuck me, Rusty.” he said, gasping. “Goddamn, you’re good.”

“You’re so tight, Cooper. Ah man, I’m gonna come.” Rusty lifted his head some and Cooper leaned to him. They kissed. For several minutes, they sucked and licked each other’s lips, chin, cheeks, earlobes, eyes, foreheads and tongues. They tasted each other’s sweat and it drove them wild.

“Come inside me, Rusty. Shoot your huge, hot load inside me. I want to feel you come inside me.”

Rusty grabbed Cooper’s thick arms. He held onto Cooper tightly and shoved his cock deep into him. His body tensed like a twisted rubber band and then all of a sudden, Rusty felt his entire body seize up as a massive orgasm racked his soul. Cooper met Rusty’s up thrust. Rusty shot his hot load deep into Cooper. Over and over and over and over, he came, hoping it would never end. Then all of a sudden, Rusty relaxed. Still, his cock throbbed in Cooper’s ass, emptying his nuts of all available sperm. Cooper continued to rock back and forth on Rusty, feeling his cock throbbing inside him until Rusty was done. Cooper laid on Rusty, kissing and licking his lips, while Rusty’s chest heaved under him until, finally, Rusty kissed him back. Then, very slowly, Cooper rolled off of Rusty and laid beside the man. He kissed Rusty’s chest.

“Awesome,” Rusty whispered. “That was fucking awesome.”

After a few minutes, Cooper moved up and over Rusty. His cock was hard. Rusty took the uncut cock Cooper offered him into his mouth. He sucked Coopers cock, feeling the foreskin with his tongue while Cooper’s balls banged on his chin. Cooper fucked Rusty’s face for several minutes before shoving his entire cock deep into Rusty’s willing mouth. The huge head pushed into Rusty’s throat, almost choking him. He relaxed his mouth around the thick dick. Cooper grunted over him and while Rusty had the head in his throat. Cooper came, shooting his hot wad right down Rusty’s throat.

Cooper fell onto the bed and Rusty rolled with him, keeping Cooper’s softening cock in his mouth. He laid his head on Cooper’s slightly hairy stomach and suckled his cock for ten minutes before releasing it from his lips. He continued to suck and kiss Cooper’s sheathed cock head while Cooper ran his hands through Rusty’s hair. Soon, they fell asleep.

About fifteen minutes later, the door to Rusty’s room opened. Scott looked in and saw the two men were naked and asleep. Rusty had his head on Cooper’s stomach not far from his crotch. Scott grinned and chuckled once silently to himself. Satisfied Rusty was ok, he closed the door. Scott went back to his room and told Gina it was time for her to leave.

*****

The next morning Scott, dressed for work, knocked on Rusty’s bedroom door. There was no answer so he slowly opened it. The bed was empty and a light was on in Rusty’s bathroom. He walked to the bathroom and saw Rusty standing naked in front of the vanity, rubbing shaving cream on his face.

“Hey.” Rusty said to Scott’s image in the mirror.

“Coop leave already?” Scott asked.

“Yes.” Rusty said as he began shaving.

“Is that his cap you’re wearing?”

Rusty blushed. “Yes. He gave it to me. Said he has many more.” He shrugged. “I like it.”

“Are you going to wear it all day at work?”

“I was thinking about it, but I’ll probably take it off in the car.”

Scott walked to Rusty and stood behind him, watching Rusty shave. In a quiet voice, he said. “Rusty, last night, I heard you guys.”

“I heard you, too.” Rusty told him.

“No, wait, you don’t understand.”

“What do you mean?” Rusty asked.

“I was just making sure you were ok.”

“What are you trying to say?”

Scott moved closer to Rusty. “I looked in on you guys, you know, afterwards.”

“You did WHAT?”

“I opened your bedroom door and looked in to make sure you were ok.”

“Why the hell did you do that?”

Scott looked at Rusty. “Think about “last” time.”

“Oh.” Rusty’s half face not covered with shaving cream blushed with embarrassment.

“I’m sorry, man, I don’t mean to get into your business, but I had to make sure.”

Rusty looked at Scott. “Scott, I appreciate what you did but Coop isn’t like that. He’s a nice guy.”

“I know. I know. Well, actually I don’t know him very well but yeah, he seems like a nice guy. I just had to make sure.”

“Scott,” Rusty began, “Thanks. I appreciate you looking out for me. But I’m fine. Cooper is a great guy.”

“That’s what the guy’s say about him, too.”

“What? You didn’t?”