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Sammy and Xander (July 5) - Excerpt from "Vacancy / No Vacancy 2"

**An excerpt from "Vacancy / No Vacancy 2: Sammy's Story," 
What has Sammy been up to during those 10 years apart from Peter? Book 2 explores Sammy's romances and sexcapades that eventually lead him to his reunion with Peter from Book 1**

Sammy didn't have a type. His sexual appetite could be stimulated by the hunger in another man's eyes, a majestic smile that warmed his heart, jeans that perfectly framed an ass and cock, or a man who showed genuine interest when he strikes up a conversation. This was Xander's spell over Sammy when they first met three years ago at their neighbourhood gay bar. Xander, with his enormous smile and hearty laugh, approached Sammy in the crowded bar and swept him to the bedroom with his quirky humour and beautiful soul. A tight butt and thick cock helped too! Their first night was animalistic and raw: Sammy pushed Xander against the wall of his apartment immediately after the door was open. His mouth snapped onto Xander's mouth, tongues exploring, hands itching to tear clothing, and erect cocks grinding against each other. With ability and ease, Sammy was on his knees, pulling Xander's pants and underwear with him, and exposing Xander's beautiful, thick, uncut cock. Sammy licked the tip of the cock and used his hand to pull back the foreskin and expose its majestic mushroom head. He licked around the head, sucking it a few times, and then moved his tongue down the length of the cock to the scrotum. The musty smell of Xander's scrotum heightened Sammy's sexual appetite; he took both balls into his mouth and sucked hard, making Xander gasp in pleasurable pain. Swiftly, he moved his mouth back to Xander's erect shaft and took it in his mouth. He licked and sucked with desperate need. Xander held Sammy's head while he cried in agonized pleasure. "If you keep this up I'm going to cum very soon," Xander growled at Sammy, so Sammy increased his speed and pressure on Xander's cock. Within seconds, Xander was pumping streams of cum down Sammy's throat and Sammy swallowed every drop like a pro.
The orgasm sent Xander spiraling into a light-headed wonderland filled with sequential pulses of tingles throughout his body. Unbeknownst to him, Xander found himself turned around with his face and chest pressed against the wall. He heard Sammy spit and then felt wetness against his opening. More spitting and more wetness followed until Xander felt the pressure of Sammy's cock head trying to push its way into the opening. Xander cried from the unexpected intrusion and Sammy moved his cock away, kissing the back of Xander's neck, and used his hands to play with Xander's nipples, chest, and thighs. Quickly, Xander's cries turned to gasps and groans, and he arched his back to allow his ass to rise and push against Sammy, feeling Sammy's erection against his hole. Using both hands, Xander spread his ass cheeks and allowed Sammy to push his cock into his opening. Xander cried again when Sammy's cock head entered but he used his sphincter to squeeze against it, telling Sammy not to move. After adjusting to the intrusion, Xander relaxed and allowed Sammy's cock to fill him completely. Sammy kept his erect cock inside Xander, without moving, and kissed the back of his neck and his shoulder.
When it was apparent that Xander's hole was well-adjusted to Sammy's cock, Sammy pumped it without restraint; he took hold of Xander’s hair and pulled his head back while slamming his body firm against Xander's body, pushing his hard, pulsating cock deeper into Xander's hole. Both men were panting, and gasping, and pushing their bodies to new, heightened levels of saturated ecstasy. Xander's hungry hole was forcing itself harder onto Sammy's cock, begging to be filled with its seed. Sammy abused Xander's body like a cheap whore, paid to take every and anything that Sammy wanted to give it. Their sweat-drenched bodies continued their ferocious dance until Sammy screamed an agonized cry of pleasure and filled Xander's tender hole with his cum, stream after stream after stream. Xander felt Sammy's cock pulse inside him as he unloaded, and he squeezed against Sammy's cock, milking as much cum as possible into his hungry hole.
Spent and depleted of energy, Sammy collapsed against Xander. His head rested on Xander's shoulder with his cheek pressed tightly against Xander's cheek. As Sammy's cock began to soften, Xander loosened his hole and released hold of Sammy's cock. A tiny pop indicated the escape of Sammy's cock and some of his cum dripped from Xander's hole. Once he regained his breath and some energy, Sammy knelt and investigated Xander's hole with his tongue. He sucked as much cum possible out of Xander's hole, raised himself off the floor, and deep-kissed Xander. The taste of Sammy's cum in Xander's mouth made him hungry for more and Xander grabbed tightly on Sammy's flaccid cock. Sammy tried to squirm away, but Xander kept a strong hold until Sammy's cock began to twitch into a new erection. Xander was eagerly awaiting a repeat performance as was Sammy's neighbour who had watched the entire show from the moment Sammy and Xander slammed into the wall and left the door open.

Sammy and Xander (July 5)

**For those who read "Vacancy / No Vacancy," Sammy returns to an extremely erotic scene, one that happened a few years before his reunion with Peter.**
Sammy didn't have a type. His sexual appetite could be stimulated by the hunger in another man's eyes, a majestic smile that warmed his heart, jeans that perfectly framed an ass and cock, or a man who showed genuine interest when he strikes up a conversation. This was Xander's spell over Sammy when they first met three years ago at their neighbourhood gay bar. Xander, with his enormous smile and hearty laugh, approached Sammy in the crowded bar and swept him to the bedroom with his quirky humour and beautiful soul. A tight butt and thick cock helped too! Their first night was animalistic and raw: Sammy pushed Xander against the wall of his apartment immediately after the door was open. His mouth was snapped onto Xander's mouth, tongues exploring, hands itching to tear clothing, and erect cocks grinding against each other. With expertise and ease, Sammy was on his knees, pulling Xander's pants and underwear with him, and exposing Xander's beautiful, thick, uncut cock. Sammy licked the tip of the cock and used his hand to pull back the foreskin and expose its magestic mushroom head. He licked around the head, sucking it a few times, and then moved his tongue down the length of the cock to the scrotum. The musty smell of Xander's scrotum heightened Sammy's sexual appetite; he took both balls into his mouth and sucked hard, making Xander gasp in pleasurable pain. Swiftly, he moved his mouth back to Xander's erect shaft and took it fully in his mouth. He licked and sucked with desperate need. Xander held onto Sammy's head while he cried in agonized pleasure. "If you keep this up I'm going to cum very soon," Xander growled at Sammy, so Sammy increased his speed and pressure on Xander's cock. Within seconds, Xander was pumping streams of cum down Sammy's throat and Sammy swallowed every drop like a pro.
The orgasm sent Xander spiraling into a light-headed wonderland filled with sequential pulses of tingles throughout his body. Unbeknownst to him, Xander found himself turned around with his face and chest pressed against the wall. He heard Sammy spit and then felt a wettness against his opening. More spitting and more wettness followed until Xander felt the pressure of Sammy's cock head trying to push its way into the opening. Xander cried from the unexpected intrusion and Sammy moved his cock away, kissing the back of Xander's neck, and used his hands to play with Xander's nipples, chest, and thighs. Quickly, Xander's cries turned to gasps and groans, and he arched his back to allow his ass to rise and push itself against Sammy, feeling Sammy's erection against his hole. Using both hands, Xander spread his ass cheeks and allowed Sammy to push his cock against his opening. Xander cried again when Sammy's cock head entered but he used his sphincter to squeeze against it, telling Sammy not to move. After adjusting to the intrusion, Xander relaxed and allowed Sammy's cock to fill him completely. Sammy kept his erect cock inside Xander, without moving, and kissed the back of his neck and his shoulder. 
When it was apparent that Xander's hole was well adjusted to Sammy's cock, Sammy pumped it without restraint; he took hold of Xander's hair and pulled his head back while slamming his body hard against Xander's body, pushing his hard, pulsating cock deeper into Xander's hole. Both men were panting, and gasping, and pushing their bodies to new, heightened levels of saturated ecstasy. Xander's hungry hole was pushing itself harder against Sammy's cock, begging to be filled with its seed. Sammy's body was abusing Xander's body like a cheap whore, paid to take every and anything that Sammy wanted to give it. Their sweat-drenched bodies continued their ferocious dance until Sammy screamed an agonized cry of pleasure and filled Xander's abused hole with his cum, stream after stream after stream. Xander felt Sammy's cock pulse inside him as he unloaded inside his tender hole, and he squeezed against Sammy's cock with his sphincter, milking as much cum as possible into his hungry hole.
Spent and depleted of energy, Sammy collapsed his body against Xander. His head rested against Xander's shoulder with his cheek pressed tightly against Xander's cheek. As Sammy's cock began to soften, Xander loosened his hole and released hold of Sammy's cock. A tiny pop indicated the escape of Sammy's cock and some of his cum dripped from Xander's hole. Once he regained his breath and some energy, Sammy knelt down and investigated Xander's hole with his tongue. He sucked as much cum possible out of Xander's hole, raised himself off the floor, and deep-kissed Xander. The taste of Sammy's cum in Xander's mouth made him hungry for more and Xander grabbed tightly on Sammy's flacid cock. Sammy tried to squirm away, but Xander kept a strong hold until Sammy's cock began to twitch into a new erection. Xander was eagerly awaiting a repeat performance as was Sammy's neighbour who had been watching the entire show from the moment Sammy and Xander slammed into the wall and left the door open.

RISKS (June 20)

This is an excerpt from my self-published, short story, Infected Thoughts, a story about a gay man, Gus, who struggles with reality as he battles mental illness with drugs, alcohol and sex. 

Maybe it’s the vodka but I don’t realize how long Justin's been on the bed, with no shirt, and applying a soothing cream on my wound.
"That feels really nice," I say very groggy. The vodka is definitely affecting me.
"I told you it would."
I close my eyes again and revel in the touch of Justin's fingers. "You have a very nice chest Guy. Do you workout?"
"I used to."
"I can tell. I'm trying to bulk up to have pecs and biceps like you."
"I'm sure most girls would enjoy your tight young body."
"Yeah. I like my abs but I want more meat. I prefer my men with more meat and some hair on their chest, like yours."
Justin strokes my chest and runs his hands through its hair as he speaks. Mesmerized by the touch and floating from the vodka, I don't realize that Justin straddles my crotch. It feels nice and it doesn't freak me out. I don't feel anxious or uncertain. I love vodka!
"Would you like another drink or a hit from the bong?" asks Justin.
"Both!"
Justin laughs and smiles with those two sexy dimples. I open my eyes to see his reaction and it is pure fun and joy. He hops off, sets up two more drinks, carries them in one hand and brings the bong with the other.

"Here, have a toke first, then drink," says Justin as he passes me the bong. It’s been so long since I smoked. The rush is euphoric and I start to giggle. Justin does too. He straddles me again and starts to stroke my arms, my chest, and my neck. He brushes his fingers on my lips. I give them a playful lick. He smiles, reaches down to kiss me, and hands me the vodka drink. We both drink quickly and continue our kissing. I’m enjoying the high, the kisses and the touch from this sexy young man. I feel a hand make its way into my pants and wrap itself around my erect cock. I moan and he repeats it. The more I moan the more he enjoys teasing it. "Do you like that?" he says, in a scruffy whisper. I nod with a smile, giving Justin full reign to explore my body.
***
I woke up with a really bad headache. Ugh, it’s a hangover!Looking around I don’t recognize my surroundings and I hear heavy breathing to my right. I turn over and immediately recognize Justin. He looks peaceful while he sleeps. Although it’s winter, his small apartment is so hot we are both sleeping without covers and we are both naked. I don't remember removing any clothing below my waist but my chest has flaky, crusty cum stains. It must've been a great time. I wish I could remember it. I vaguely remember his beautiful eyes, dimples when he smiles, his caresses, and his kisses. The thought of it brings stirring back to my cock. I scrutinize his body – he is an unbelievably sexy guy. I can get used to him.
I slowly rise from the bed trying not to wake up Justin. I head towards the two doors next to his bed and open the first one. It’s the bathroom. I walk in and close the door. I open his medicine cabinet looking for some ibuprofen. It’s amazing to see a medicine cabinet filled with this variety of prescriptions – Valium, oxycodone, Paxil, clonazepam, Viagra, and trazedone, to name a few. I don’t find any ibuprofen so I pop a Valium instead; I think it helps with everything. I drink water directly from the tap and it feels really good. My throat is so dry it hurts at first to drink. Once hydrated, I look at the mirror. I look 50 years old! Dark bags, unkempt hair, a beard that needs a trim...what does Justin see in me? I splash my face with water trying to bring the puffiness down when I feel the Valium start to kick in. I should return to bed.
When I return, Justin is still asleep. He isn't snoring but his breathing is heavy and he looks so peaceful in a fetal position. I kiss him on his forehead and lay next to him on my back. The Valium is kicking in and it feels really good. It'll give me a few more hours of needed sleep.
***
On the verge of waking up, I feel someone touching me. It startles me and I jump up out of bed. In the process, I hit something with my head.
"Ouch! Fuck Guy! What the fuck?!?" screams Justin. I didn't realize that in the process of my startled jump my head hit his mouth and he cut his lip with his teeth. He quickly disappears into the bathroom and I lay back disappointed. It’s typical of me to fuck up everything.
Within minutes Justin returns. The bleeding stops and his lips look coated with Vaseline. "It's the herbal cream. No kissing until they're healed!" he tells me, his voice strict with a touch of playfulness. We're still both naked as he slides next to me and strokes my neck and my arm. He proceeds to touch my shoulder and the wound. I flinch from habit, but it doesn't hurt. "It's healed quite nicely," says Justin. Healed? Did I hear him correctly?
"What do you mean it's healed? It was a big gash with stitches yesterday."
"The wonder of herbal creams!"
I go to the bathroom to look at my shoulder but there is nothing – no scar, no stitches, no pain. Is this possible? Was I asleep for days?
"Justin, how long have I been here?"
"Umm, we got here around 6 am and it's almost 4 pm. We should decide on dinner because I work later tonight."
"But how did..."
"It's the cream. It heals. Don't worry about it. The important thing is you're better and you can continue on your quest to this unknown destination."
That's right. I was running away and I didn't know where I was going or what I was running away from. The voice in my left ear has yet to return. Could the voice be a manifestation of delirium from the accident and my pain?
"I don't remember everything from today. Did I mention anything that might give me a clue of where I should go?"
"No. I helped you with your wound, we got high and drunk, we fucked and then we passed out. You're a really good fuck Guy...loved riding your cock. You made me cum three times while you were inside me. I hope you don't mind my DNA all over your chest."
Justin licks his lips and gives me that beautiful dimpled smile. "I didn't have condoms but I'm HIV negative. I figured you'd be negative too. I have a feeling we're very much alike."
I barely register what he’s telling me but it’s not turning out so well. I had unprotected sex and I don't remember anything.
"Justin, please tell me you're teasing. We didn't have bareback sex last night, right?"
"I could lie and tell you no, but you won't find any used condoms in the apartment. The moment was right, you were right and I wanted you to seed me. And boy did you fill me up!"
I shrink back on the bed and stare at the ceiling. I haven’t been tested in a while but I haven't had unsafe sex. Russ and I barely have sex anymore and lately I don't have the stamina to find sex on the side. But is Justin negative? He's young but that doesn't mean he’s HIV negative. My anxiety starts to creep itself back and panic appears. I'm having difficulty breathing, which worsens as I think about Justin experiencing one of my panic attacks.
"Guy, are you ok? Your eyes look really weird and scared."
I can’t respond. I simply keep breathing short breaths and I'm barely able to say "Pills. I need some pills."
Justin returns from the bathroom with his collection of pharmaceuticals and I take another Valium. I try some breathing techniques until the Valium kicks in. Justin is really sweet – he holds my hand and strokes my forehead until I calm down. It reminds me a lot of Russ while I was in "death.”
"Will you be okay Guy? I find that Valium helps me when I'm dealing with panic attacks. I've been working through them for a few years now. I work the night shift because I can't deal with daytime people."
I still can't speak but I feel comforted with Justin being there by my side. He kisses my forehead and smiles. I smile back as my anxiety begins to dissipate. Oddly, I feel safe, so I kiss Justin and he doesn't resist...I guess his lips are healed. He responds with a long, desire-filled kiss; it’s so deep that I can feel his tongue down my throat. He straddles me again and my cock hardens under his ass. I see his cock harden in front of me and I am immensely turned on. Justin reaches for the lube and covers my cock from tip to base. He clutches it firmly in his hand and slides himself on it, raw. It feels incredible! I feel the skin of my uncut cock rub against his interior skin and it’s euphoric. He takes a while to adjust to the girth of my cock but eventually he’s able to take it all in. A tiny part of my brain is telling me this is wrong but I stop listening to it. Here we are, fucking bareback again and I am enjoying the bliss. I feel his sphincter tense around my cock, his face displays pleasure and pain, and loud moans escape his mouth. The tensing around my cock increases as he rides my cock more quickly. I feel his ejaculate all over my chest and his spasms cause my cock to spasm too, filling him up with my ejaculate. He continues to ride and squeeze my cock trying to get every drop out of it. He bends over, my cock still inside him, and licks his cum off my chest. He brings his cum-filled lips to my lips and kisses me, deeply. I taste his cum and it excites me. I feel my cock harden again while still inside him. He moans at the feel of my growing cock. He doesn’t stop kissing me and I don't want him to. This is bliss and it’s something that’s been missing between Russ and me for a very long time. Life is about taking risks and Justin is one risk I am willing to ride.

TGIFF Story #6: His T-Shirt (June 13)

His soft, finger-tipped touches across my body, from the crevices between my neck and shoulders to the tips of my toes, make my skin crawl with agonized heat and arousal. His tongue caressing and lubricating my nipples, with an occasional bite, brings sharp and pleasurable shocks through my body. He sexually electrifies me to the brink of orgasm, but he slows down and allows me to ride the height of these sensations. I don’t speak. My brain can only muster raw sounds that he interrupts as my wanting of more pleasure. My body squirms under his weight, begging to feel more, and yearning for his enormous erection to fill me. He teases my hole with his finger while his smiling lips brush my aching lips and I stick out my tongue trying to taste him. He inserts two fingers and I release a growl. I pump my body hard against his fingers, taking them both in, completely. He uses his free hand to squeeze tightly around my erection and the intensity of it overcomes my body. I feel my body buckle and my erection spasm, soaking his hand and my chest in the process. He keeps his fingers inside me as I pump them further into my hole and allow my spasms to continue. While my body comes down from the intensity, the sweat suspended over every inch of my body cools my skin. He pulls his fingers out and flips me over when he realizes I’ve come down from this sexual high. He shifts down, using his tongue to lubricate my thirsty hole, and my body showers me with endorphins, pushing my ass into his face, and trying to swallow his tongue with my hole. As he senses the urgency in my need, he removes his tongue and forces his precum-dripping erection completely inside me. The sudden pain of his enormous intrusion transforms to pleasure as my muscles relax and I use them to strangle his cock, trying to help pump out his man juices inside me. He pumps my hole furiously like a beast hungry for its prey. His one hand pushes my face into the pillow while the other rests on my lower back, forcing my newly erect cock into the bed and providing him with balance. I scream my ecstatic pleasures into the pillow and he doesn’t break from his rough, deep, and fast pumps. Our bodies are pools of sweat and I can feel his dripping against my back. I tense my sphincter muscles hard against his pumping cock and he pushes deeper, holding his cock in place, as he screams a welcoming to the start of his cum pulsating into my hole. I feel each spasm from his cock inside me and it allows me a second wave of ejaculation. When his body is fully devoid of his man juices, with some spilling out of my filled hole, he collapses his body against mine, with his cock still inside me. I feel his warm breath against the back of my neck. Once his breathing is under control, he kisses my neck and licks the sweat off my shoulders. He moves his body down, forcing his flaccid cock out, and he sucks the sweat off every inch of my back. A stream of his cum awaits him when he arrives at my ass. He licks some of it while the rest he pushes back inside me with his fingers. He replaces his fingers with his tongue, pushing his cum deep inside me while tasting its saltiness and inhaling the musty aroma that only sex produces. He exhales into my hole, sending shivers throughout my body, and never letting go with his tongue. His hands massage my ass and my lower back while I use my feet to knead into his body. He removes his tongue from my hole, but maintains contact with my skin, and glides his tongue over my ass, up my back and around my neck. He turns my head to one side and kisses me. The kiss is so deep and passionate that I can taste the musty saltiness from his cum. My mouth is hungry from more so I release my tongue into his mouth trying to devour as much flavour possible. He releases his tongue and his lips, opens his eyes, looks at me, and offers a satisfied smile. I smile too and I give him a quick kiss on the lips. He pulls himself off my body and grabs his t-shirt from the ground. He wipes the sex off him with the t-shirt and then throws it playfully at me. I take the t-shirt and deeply inhale his sex aroma. He continues to put on his pants, without underwear, socks and shoes, and walks towards the door. He turns around, smiles again, with a wink, and walks out. I lay naked on my bed, drenched in sweat and cum, and with his t-shirt in my hand. We never exchanged names or phone numbers. We’ll probably never see each other again, but that’s ok. We took from each other what we wanted and what we needed. Anything else would’ve ruined the experience.

TGIFF Story #4: SEE-SAW (May 30)

This week's story is an excerpt from the draft of a story I am currently writing, "Vacancy / No Vacancy." If you're reading this, I would LOVE some feedback - the good, the bad and the ugly! :)  Enjoy :)
Note: VACANCY / NO VACANCY is now available as a short story eBook on Smashwords
My timing is impeccable. I arrive at the liquor store momentarily after I’ve enjoyed my cigarette, and I head directly to the aisle with my favourite spirit – scotch. I always purchase the same one, single malt, in a 1.14 L bottle, and pay with my points-rewarding credit card. I swear that one day I’ll be able to purchase my own airplane with all the points I gain from my purchases of single malt scotch.
Leaving the store with the paper bag in one hand, I eagerly head home, barely capable of maintaining the excitement of pouring myself a glass of scotch on the rocks. My memory of the first time I tried scotch, choking at the intense vapours that clogged my throat, not much different from the first time I smoked a cigarette, always appears when I buy a new bottle. Regardless of the choking hazard, the scotch tasted wonderful, leaving my taste buds eager for a second round. By the end of that night, I helped my best friend finish an entire bottle. Luckily we were hanging around his apartment because I could barely pull myself off the chair to pee in the bathroom without stumbling, banging into furniture, and unintentionally dropping a few trinkets to the ground. My best friend laughed continuously as he tried to help me to the bathroom, being similarly unstable as I. We both fell to the ground near the bathroom door with my best friend on top of me. He laughed into my face, filling the air above it with an acrid yet sweet aroma of breath contaminated by an abundant amount of alcohol. His laughing was contagious. We both laid there laughing uncontrollably, and I instinctively put my arms around him and gave him a big bear hug. Our laughing subsided but our smiles remained. He looked at me with his glassy, drunken eyes, licked his lips, and kissed me. With help from the alcohol in my system, the touch of his wet lips against my dry lips sent a surge of new wonderful sensations across every nerve ending on my skin. I released on arm from the hug, placed it behind his head, and pushed him closer to me. Our lips were hungry for each other and soon our tongues were exploring each other’s throats. The sensations continued, growing exponentially and appearing in a multitude of places. I felt his erection against my own and he started to rub his into mine, with firm, circulated motions. I moaned into his mouth and he increased his pace with added pressure. Whether it was from being drunk or the need to pee, I ejaculated quickly into my pants, releasing a tremendous moan and convulsive shakes from my body caused by an intense orgasm. This was followed by my friend unzipping his pants, releasing his long, erect penis, and jerking himself until he came…and he came all over the clothes on my body. With a final squirt of ejaculate from his penis, his body gave in and he collapsed back onto my body. His glassy, drunken eyes were closed and his body shook a couple of times freeing the final remnants of his orgasm, and he released a huge sigh into my ear. I held him again with both arms, moving his body to one side so that we were still holding each other, and lay together on the floor until we both passed out. It wasn’t until a few hours later that I woke up sore having fallen asleep on the floor that I realized I was left alone. My clothes had DNA evidence of last night’s experience so I knew it was more than just a drunken dream. I searched the apartment for my friend but he was gone. There was a note on the kitchen table that read:
I had to go. Lock the door behind you when you leave.
That was the last time I had a night out with my best friend. We talked briefly a few times when we would run into each other but he never called me and I didn’t have the courage to call him and talk to him about that night. It was my first kiss with another man, and it was really special for me because it was with someone I loved…my best friend. I still love him, regardless that we haven’t spoken to each other in over ten years. I don’t hold any grudges with him because every time I enjoy a glass of scotch, I am reminded of that wonderful sensation that came with the feeling of his wet lips pressed against mine, and I masturbate furiously to that memory. Unfortunately, this memory returns while I’m walking home from the liquor store and I’m suddenly aware of the obvious erection in my pants…and the paper bag is poorly hiding it.
***
It was an excellent release. My mind feels lighter and clearer, my balls feel less tense, and I drink my glass of scotch without the vivid memory of my former best friend.
I carry my glass of scotch, with one ice cube, in one hand, my uTablet in the other, and relax my body on my sofa, where moments earlier I was rubbing out evidence of ejaculate off my chest using toilet paper. I revel in the feeling of its stickiness among the hairs on my chest and my tummy. It’s looking a little more round than I’m used to but I have no desire to working out and sweating off the extra layer of fat. I enjoy being alone, coming and going as I please, smoking my cigarettes without anyone nagging that they’ll kill me, and I can drink my scotch while tweeting, chatting, and surfing porn until I pass out and wake for another day’s adventure.
With my lit cigarette ready, I turn on my uTablet and begin. I always check my email first. It’s mostly junk but I sift through it daily to reduce a week’s worth of deleting on the weekend. As usual, nothing of interest except a sex party this Friday at the Big Boy Den. I’ll put that in my calendar as a reminder and maybe I’ll find someone to do the wanking for me. Once I clear my email, I tap on the Twitter app and begin my usual pursuit of witty, slutty, and erotic tweets. Those with pics are always a plus…sometimes they lead to another cumming.
There’s nothing special tonight on Twitter, mostly #humpday tweets and pics for the Wednesday social media crowd. I respond with a picture of my ass in a jock and await all the compliments and fuck requests. It’s neither the roundest, nor the firmest ass, but it’s within the range of large enough but not too large that it looks fat, and my growing love handles are barely noticeable. And there it is, four stars, two retweets, and a reply:
Nice ass. Would luv 2 fill it up! ;-)
I love the winks, ;-). For some reason, they make me horny. I can already feel a stirring in my pants. I don’t recognize the person’s pic or twitter name but who cares, this person shows interest and I’ve been complimented; at the very least I can reply:
Thanks! It’s up for grabs tonight. ;-) ;-)
The double wink – my usual signature for sexual Twitter fun. Most of these tweets lead only to my fantasies since most of my followers are not from Toronto. Actually, most are from countries other than Canada. I have a liking for international cock and ass.
A few more retweets and stars of my #humpday rump pic until it’s buried within everyone’s Twitter timeline after its first appearance three minutes ago. The replies cease, I have no direct messages, and so I flick the Twitter app off and light a second cigarette. I chase each drag with a sip of my scotch and lay back with my eyes closed, enjoying the lovely sensations coursing through my veins.
I’m jerked out from my daydreaming when my cellphone beeps – it’s a text message. I look at the screen but I don’t recognize the number. It’s nameless, meaning this person is not in my contact list. Hmmm, I’m intrigued. I click on the message and it reads:
Hey buddy it’s been a while. Want to meet for drinks? S.
Who’s S? I mentally scroll through all my recent one timers but I never exchange names or numbers…and he said it’s been a while. Hmmm. Let’s text S back:
Would love to but who are you? P.
Seconds later, it reads:
Sammy, your best bud! ;-)
In most movies and stories, I would be skipping a heartbeat, trying to figure out why Sammy has waited so long to contact me. And what a coincidence that I get a text the same day that I fantasize about our first and only kiss – although I fantasize about that a lot so it’s probably more chance than coincidence. But I don’t feel anything. It’s more of a shrug-kind-of-feeling, as in “So what? He texted me.”  Sammy was a lifetime ago and besides the occasional masturbating ritual I do when I buy a new bottle of scotch, there’s no room in my life for Sammy anymore. It’s me, my scotch, my cigarettes, my porn, my bed…everything for me…yet I still reply:
Where should I meet you?
Whatever. I’ve got a free evening and maybe I’ll feel good about myself if he’s become a fat, balding, married, closeted politician itching with genital warts from the last male prostitute he picked up at hooker Harvey’s. But there’s no quick reply and I don’t think twice about it. I place my phone down on the sofa and walk to the kitchen to replenish my drink. I return with the bottle of scotch and I check my phone, but there’s still no reply from Sammy. I down the drink in one gulp and repeat until half the bottle is empty. I release a final puff from another cigarette, lay my head back on the sofa, and fall asleep.
***
I’m jolted awake from the buzzing noise of my alarm clock. With my eyes closed and my head pounding, I frantically search for the off button. I can’t find the alarm clock but the buzzing stops. I lay back on the sofa and as my head touches the pillow, the buzzing returns. It’s a short buzz, not like that of an alarm clock. Where’s that buzz coming from? And there it is again followed by a knock. It’s the door. I lie back on the sofa and ignore it; they’ll eventually get the hint that I’m not home.
Buzz, buzz, buzz.
Knock, knock, knock.
Pause.
Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock…
“What the fuck!?!” I yell at door.
“Peter! Open the door! It’s me, Sammy,” I hear faintly from the other side of the door. I’m too hung over to make any sense of the situation besides being frustrated by a buzzing and a knocking that fails to cease. I grumpily get up and make my way to the door.
“What do you want?” I ask as I open it. And standing in front of me is my old pal Sammy. I easily recognize him through my puffy, glassy eyes. I take a few steps back without saying anything and stumble to the ground.
“Here, let me help you,” says Sammy. He bends over to help me up but midway we both lose balance and I smack my body against the hardwood floor, followed by the weight of another man on top of me. I lose my breath for a few seconds and my head spins for a while. I finally realize that my buddy Sammy, my former best friend Sammy, is on top of me, again, and he has that same big smile that I remember so well. My cock remembers too because all the blood in my system has rushed in its aid to provide a welcome home erection for Sammy…and apparently Sammy’s cock has a similar habit.
“I’m glad I caught you,” smiles Sammy, staring directly into my eyes.
“Actually, you fell on top of me and I can’t breathe.”
Sammy struggles off me and pulls me up with one arm. He is bigger than I remember, but in a very good way. His body is all muscle and age goes well with his face. His dimples are much more noticeable, he has some scruffy facial hair and just a touch of grey on his head. His eyes are heavenly blue, with some distinguishing looking wrinkles beneath, and his smile is paired with full lips and a very bright white set of teeth. The fucker is hot and I hate him for it. Yet he continues to smile at me and I can’t help but fall under the spell that is Sammy.
“It’s been a long time Peter. You’re looking good. Drunk, but good.”
“Me, drunk, nah! You just caught me in the middle of my REM cycle,” and I stumble as I try to walk my way back towards the sofa. Luckily, I don’t bring my body to the floor, again, but I’m definitely providing Sammy with evidence of my drunken state. “Come on, let’s grab a seat on the sofa.”
Sammy follows me to sofa. I try to sit gracefully but it’s more of an awkward move, that of a man trying to make bearings of an unknown environment. Sammy sits at the opposite end with his body turned and facing me.
“So, buddy,” begins Sammy, “I’m glad you texted me tonight.”
“You’re the one who texted me.”
“I mean, I’m glad you responded. I didn’t know if I should call you, or just show up, so I thought that a text would be harmless if you decided that you didn’t want to see me.”
“I don’t. I didn’t. I wasn’t going to see you but you caught me on a good night.”
“You always did drunk very well,” laughed Sammy. I tried to laugh along but the alcohol was still swimming in my blood and I was feeling awkward by the situation. It didn’t help that our conversation stalled and the room went quiet.
“Can I get you a drink?” I ask, not knowing what else to say.
“Sure. I’ll have what you’re having.”
“Great! See that bottle by your feet, it’s scotch. Take a few swigs from the bottle and pass it over.”
Sammy gives an arched eyebrow look my way before he grabs the bottle. He takes a very long swig, wipes his mouth with his sleeve, and passes it my way. I take a couple small swigs and place it on the coffee table when I’m done. I grab the cigarette pack and light one for me and then offer the pack to Sammy. “No thanks,” he replies, “I quit.”
“I hope you don’t mind me smoking,” I respond while blowing out my first drag, not caring whether it bothers him or not.
“No, no, not at all…it’s your home.”
I smoke my cigarette while Sammy nervously looks around the room by turning his head in various directions. At one point he takes the bottle of scotch and drinks another large swig. I’m thinking that at this rate we’ll be out of scotch and out of things to occupy the uncomfortable interaction.
“Why are you here Sammy?” I ask while he’s in mid swallow. The question catches Sammy by surprise as he chokes on the scotch. After clearing his throat and placing the bottle back on the coffee table, he responds, “To catch up with my old bud…best bud. It’s been too long and I thought we could start to make up for lost time.”
“And whose fault is that?” I bluntly blurt out, unaware of the sharp bitterness in the tone of my voice. Sammy stares at me with his mouth partly open and speechless. I’m unapologetic because I never wanted to lose him as a friend, I never planned to have that kiss with him, but it happened and he allowed a loss of ten years to our friendship, one that was the strongest and closest I had with any person.
“I’m sorry, Peter,” he finally replies. He sadly looks away from me and I sense he’s readying for an escape. I place my hand on his knee and pat it, somewhat consolingly, until he returns his gaze back at me. “I forgive you Sammy. My feelings for you were scary, unknowing at the time that I was gay, but these past years...” but he interrupts me with his familiar wet lips against my lips, his tongue searching hungrily inside my mouth, his hands traveling up my legs and towards my growing erection. “Where’s the bedroom?” he asks mid-kiss. “Follow me,” I respond, and I clumsily pull him up from the couch and lead him to my bedroom.

TGIFF Story #5: I'm Yours, Forever (June 4)

A special "hump day" TGIFF story this week! I couldn't wait until Friday!
I smell his weakness in the air; it’s a sweet, delicious aroma delivering hunger sensations to my core. I hear his heartbeat quicken as the prospect of our bodies colliding becomes a greater reality. I lick my lips anticipating the touch of human flesh, its flavour rousing my taste buds while devouring the sweet nectar of life.
I wait for him in the darkness of the alley. I know he’s close as his aroma grows stronger. I can barely contain my savage urges. I yearn for every inch of his body. I want to shred him, to devour him, to take him whole, and to mark him as mine. His dark thick hair, so lush and so full, awaits entanglement with my hands. Blood red lips, plump and full, crave attention from my teeth and my tongue. Dark brown eyes make him mysterious and sexy. Long exposed neck, salivating my mouth, readying for the attention of my lips. A tight and thick body, very stable, very masculine, that will crush the sex out from mine.
His footsteps are near. I walk out from behind the dark, smoke my cigarette, and blow in his direction. It catches him off guard. I stare directly into his eyes, burning his with my desire. He smiles in recognition but I continue to stare and smoke. He tries to walk past me but I grab him by the shoulder, telling him to stop. He does. He turns around and returns his gaze to mine. His eyes tell me he’s surrendering to me; he’s mine. I approach him, place my free hand behind his head and bring him close to my face. My lips make contact with his, creating a tight seal, and I blow my cigarette smoke into his mouth as I devour his lips into our first passionate kiss. He doesn’t choke. He’s aroused. I can feel his cock grow tight, pressed against my erection, and his tongue ferociously invades my mouth, going deep to taste every flavour it can offer. I flick the remainder of the cigarette out of my hand and begin to explore his body. I move my hands from his head, to his neck, down his back, and around his ass. I squeeze his tight, round ass and push him closer to me, allowing our erections to jab harder against each other. He moans into my mouth and his hands play a similar game, instead they stop at my waist and begin to unbuckle my belt, unbutton and unzip my pants, and in one swift movement, pull my pants down around my ankles. He notices my lack of underwear as his face is hit by my massive erection. He remains in his position, kneeled down, observing my cock, and tasting its tip with his tongue. My cock jerks up and I moan with assurance, wanting him to swallow every inch. He licks it from tip to base, slowly, until he reaches my balls and takes each one, whole, into his mouth. He pushes me against the wall and turns my body around. I brace myself with my hands, allowing my ass to stick out and meet his face. His tongue dives deep into my hole, forcing its muscles to open and take it all in. He tongue-fucks my hole, taking in all its sweaty saltiness, until I’m whimpering for more. Suddenly he stops, gets back up to his feet and presses his body against mine. His mouth is breathing heavily against my neck while I hear him unzip his pants. Seconds later, he spits into his hands, rubbing it onto his cock as lubrication, and with one harsh push, his big, raw, cock forces its way into my hole. I scream in temporary agony, but it’s quickly replaced with a hungry pleasure. He pushes his cock deep, hitting my prostate every time, sending surges of painful pleasure zaps throughout my body. He pulls his cock back, to the tip, almost completely out of my hole, and then pushes back in, all the way in, hard and rough. He repeats this, increasing his speed with every moan that escapes my mouth. I don’t know how much longer my body can take this abuse before it spasms into orgasm. He can sense I’m getting really close, so he takes me to the brink by biting my neck at the same time that he pushes his cock deep into my hole. My entire body shakes and my cock begins to spasm. I ejaculate on the wall while my sphincter squeezes ravenously around his cock. He moans into the bite on my neck and I feel a warm spray of fluid filling me up. There’s so much that it spills out of my hole, onto his cock, and onto the ground. He doesn’t let go of my neck until his cock is completely void of ejaculate. He pulls out and turns me around. He licks the blood that runs down my neck from his bite. He shares my blood with me with a deep passionate kiss, while our cocks dangle between us, spilling the remainder of our ejaculate. I take a sample of his cum with one finger, place it in my mouth to taste, and then offer him my finger. He takes its, sucks it clean, and kisses me again. He lets go of my mouth and pulls up his pants. I do the same. He takes me hand and leads me out of the alley, whispering into my ear, “I’m yours, forever.”

TGIFF Story #3: From the Dark Room to the Chat Room (Fri May 23)

**Note: Contains penis images**
Their eyes begin to adjust to the lack of light inside a room filled with male bodies. Outlines are distinguishable but it is much too dark to observe details that could be used to help a man determine if others are of copulating pedigree. Decisions are made based on height, girth and proximity. A hand reaches from behind and placed on a chest while pulling a body back towards his chest. His chest is hairy and his hand feels rough and manly. The mysterious body responds by stretching his neck back and brushes his cheek against the man’s cheek. They’re both bearded. He takes his hand from the chest and slowly traces a path down a taut, firm stomach. As he approaches the man’s pelvis he hits something and it’s not the hard, erect penis he was expecting; it’s another man’s head with his mouth around the penis. The man lets go knowing that the cheek-to-cheek touching wasn’t a mating call of approval; it was a reaction to the sensation of another man’s lips to one’s erect penis. He walks away in search of another silhouette in the darkness and stumbles. As graceful as he can, in this environment, he tries to redistribute his body mass to rebalance, but it’s too late; gravity pulls him down. One hand makes contact with the wet, sticky concrete floor while his other hand lands on a body. He hears a loud groan and expletive language as his knee jabs into another body. It’s the first time tonight that he can appreciate the darkness of the room. No one can tell who he is; they can only recognize the silhouette of a man who quickly brings himself up off the floor and tries to quickly exit the room…unsatisfied.
The man returns home defeated. In a room filled with naked, horny men, he was unable to fulfill his sexual needs. His boyfriend won’t be home for at least another hour… enough time to chat and play online. He logs on to Twitter and finds a direct message from his Twitter crush. A rush of blood to his cock and he’s already sprouting an erection before reading the message. It’s a simple, “Hey sexy  ;-)” and the mischievous wink in the message permits him to begin his word play; but before he gets a chance to reply…





...and with those words, he throws his head back, moans, and ejaculates so hard that he’s covered in his cum from neck, to chest, to groin. The cum spills over his fingers as he holds tightly on his cock.
“Sounds like someone had a good time with himself,” he hears in the background. When he looks up, it’s his boyfriend. He quickly closes the direct message screen.
“Oh, hey! Just one of those horny nights…”


P.S. Thanks to my Twitter Buddy for giving me permission to use our DM chat and pics :) *lick*

TGIFF Story #2: Suits and Skin (Fri May 16)

Hot men in tailored business suits fill this busy city. They work in the financial district with their nicely coiffed hair, eye-blinding shined shoes, and pockets full of cash. I watch them from my wall; one leg bent up with its foot against the wall, back slightly arched, sunglasses on, and a cigarette hanging from the corner of my mouth, unlit.
“Need a light?” I’m asked from a voice to my left. I turn to face the voice and it’s a business suit. I lift my sunglasses, give him a look over and turn away.
“Asshole,” he mumbles and he walks away from me. I notice him huffing and puffing, bringing his chest up towards the sky, trying to make himself look a bigger man than he is. Good for him; we all need something to heighten our self-esteem when it’s momentarily shot down by the irrelevant opinions of others, even if that opinion is mine. But I don’t let just any business suit light my cigarette. I’ve been playing this game for years and I know what I like. And I know what I can get.
My lunch break is an hour long but nobody’ll notice if I’m late. I’ve been standing here for almost thirty minutes and I’m beginning to sweat in my business suit. Yeah, that’s right, I’m a suit too. I take my breaks more seriously than my work. They are the opportunities for fresh air, cigarettes, and window shopping. On a good day, I grab the attention of at least half a dozen high quality suits willing to offer me a light and if I give myself an extra-long break, I can satisfy them all. I take a couple of puffs from my cigarette before the suit tells me what he wants. I throw my barely smoked cigarette into the street and lead my newest friend to the depths of the building’s basement. He tells me what he wants and I tell him my price. When I’m done they always tip very well because I’m very good at what I do. Many suits have been served and satisfied; never a complaint and plenty of return customers.
Today is lacking. It’s the height of the summer’s heat wave and my business suffers for it. I’m tempted to light my cigarette before heading back to work. I pull out my lighter when I notice someone approach me. “Got another cigarette?” he asks. I turn towards him and I don’t need to take off my glasses to recognize it’s one of the other cubical workers in my office.
“Boss isn’t paying you enough to buy your own cigarettes?” I reply, as I light my cigarette, take in a drag, and blow it into his face.
“I’d rather wrap my lips around one of yours,” is his response. Hmmm, this could be interesting. He’s relatively attractive for a young, preppy, trying-to-climb-the-business-ladder type. I take another drag and offer him my cigarette. “It’s a special edition today – comes with the flavour of my lips,” I tell him as he takes the cigarette from me. He takes a few drags from the cigarette, staring forward towards the street. “I’ve noticed you here before. Do you always take your breaks outside?”
“I dunno, you tell me since you’ve been watching me.” And I take the cigarette back. I can taste a slight hint of his lips while I take in the last few drags and throw the cigarette butt into the street. I’m turned on but I don’t show it. I always keep my cock positioned in tight underwear so that my growing erection is hidden. This suit is creating a stir in my pants and I’m curious to hear what he has to offer.
“Thanks for the cigarette. See you inside.” He smiles at me and walks towards the building. I look at my watch and realize it’s almost time to get back to work so I follow him inside. His pants are not too tight, but tight enough to show off a curved, well worked, hard ass…an ass that would sit nicely on my face. I lick my lips at the thought of eating him out. He turns around and smiles at me as I walk behind him, keeping him a few paces ahead of me. He walks past the elevators and heads to the bathroom. I don’t do suits in bathroom stalls on the ground floor but I follow him regardless, to see how far we can play this game.
The bathroom is empty and I see him at a urinal. I use the one next to him, standing very close to his side that our arms are almost touching. I hear the stream of his urine against the ceramic as he stares directly at the wall in front of his face. He doesn’t smile and he doesn’t acknowledge me. I pull down my zipper and release my cock from its tight position in my underwear. It’s almost a full erection and I stroke it a few times while looking at him. He continues to urinate. When he’s done, his cock is flaccid, returned to its place in his underwear, he zips up his pants and walks away towards the sinks positioned behind us. I turn my head around but he’s not looking at me from the mirror. His apathy is such a turn on that my erection is full on and the tip of my cock almost hits the back of the ceramic urinal. I continue to stand with the erection in my hand and watching him with my head still turned back towards him. He finally notices me after he dries his washed hands. He smiles and says, “Nice cock,” and walks out of the bathroom. I’m impressed. No one’s ever played me this way. I must have him!
***
I'm sitting at my desk waiting for the workday to end. Having missed out on lunchtime pleasure and pay, my blue balls are aching for a release. I discretely try to shift my balls when I hear a voice over my cubicle. "Is it a little tight in there?" I jump from the sound of his recognizable voice. I look up and it's the suit from this afternoon. He smiles at me and walks away. I watch him walk to the end of the cubicles as he disappears behind a wall. I contemplate following him or killing the remaining few minutes of work at my desk. My balls twitch, telling me to follow, so I obey. As I'm walking I can feel the onset of an erection while my mind conjures multiple fantasies over finding the suit. Once I reach the end of the cubicles, I begin to look for him. I receive multiple confused stares as my head pops in, out and over various cubicles. If I knew his name I'd call it out. Without luck, and having searched all the cubicles, he's nowhere...and the work day is over. I return to my desk to collect my belongings, give my balls one more shift, and head towards the elevators.
***
I'm the only one standing at the elevators today. Having spent extra time searching for the suit, I missed the massive exodus of cubicle workers. The elevator arrives shortly, I walk in, and press 'B' for basement; it wouldn't hurt to check out its offerings. As the doors are ready to close, a hand interrupts their flow and they move back to their open state...and in walks the suit. "Hey there," he says to me. I give him a half nod to acknowledge his greeting without exchanging words.
"Heading to the basement?" he asks.
"So it seems."
"Me too," he smiles and stands next to me.
The elevator begins the 36 floor descent and neither of us says a word. I can smell an erotic mixture of sweat, underarm deodorant and cologne. I bet his balls would taste deliciously salty from being trapped between this man's legs. I feel a familiar tingle in my cock as it readies for an erection. I'm tempted to push this man against the elevator wall, strip him from his suit and lick his salty balls, his sweaty hole, and the erogenous patch between the two...but the elevator reaches its destination. The doors open and the suit walks out first. I realize the doors are about to close when I bring myself out of my fantasy and out of the elevator. And I follow the suit.
The basement is more deserted than usual. It feels as though we're the only two walking the dark, damp hallway. I turn the corner when I reach the end of the first hallway and bang into someone. It's the suit. He's standing there, waiting for me, with a huge smirk on his face, the kind one wears when he knows he's been victorious at a challenge. "I knew you'd follow me," he says as I try to look unfazed by the collision.
"Who said I was following you? This is my way out."
"There's no exit at the end of this hallway."
Fuck! He's right. But I quickly retaliate.
"That says just as much about you as it does me."
"I wanted you to follow me."
"Why?"
"I want to see how far you will go to have me."
"And in which way do you think I want you?"
"The way that makes your cock as hard as it was in the bathroom earlier."
"Well you can start by pulling your sweaty balls out for my tasting."
"Sure, but everything on this menu has a price," he replies as he motions his hands across his body. Well played, suit, well played!
"Do you do this often?" I ask.
"I have a steady clientele in this building."
"Why haven't I seen you before?"
"I've watched you and kept my distance."
"What made you approach me today?"
"I wanted a free cigarette and noticed you were still at your corner and alone."
"You do realize that this menu," and now it's my turn to move my hands across my body, "comes with its own prices."
"I'm not interested in anything on your menu. But I have plenty to offer men of a more distinguished age."
Ouch!
"So, what's it gonna be? Time is money."
I'm feeling a little confused, straddling a fine line between being turned on and off. But I won't let this suit get to me. I smile, turn around, and walk back towards the elevators.
"Hey, what about me?" I hear him ask loudly behind me. "I may not give you a second opportunity."
"I'll take my chances," I reply, waving my hand in the air as I continue my walk towards the elevators.
After a few seconds, I hear a pair of shoes walking fast towards me. I make it to the elevator to press the call button before the suit reaches the elevator to meet me.
"What's the problem? I thought you wanted me."
"I do. But I never pay."
The suit ponders over the words for a few seconds and approaches me, close enough that his nose is almost touching mine. "For you, and today only, half-price." I laugh in his face. The elevator arrives and I step in. He follows. I make my way to the ground floor and walk towards the exit. He follows. Once outside the doors of the building, I immediately stop and turn around. The suit's timing is impeccable as he stands inches away from me without slamming into me. "Are you following me now?" I ask.
"Yes. I'll give you a free tasting if you take me to your place."
"I never take paying customers to my place."
"I'm not a customer. I'm the meal."
I smile. I can't help myself. I'm breaking all my rules for this boy. I never bring anyone home but my balls continue screaming blue so I fold. "Ok. Let's go."
***
His hands furiously work on my belt while his lips hungrily kiss mine as I barely make it through the door to my condo. With my pants down to my ankles, he pulls my suit jacket around my elbows and rips open my shirt, buttons flying across the room. His lips make their way down my neck, through my chest, across my abs, and stop as they reach the elastic band of my underwear. He uses his teeth to pull my underwear down, exposing my erect cock and achingly full balls. He wastes no time and takes the entire shaft down his throat without gagging. I feel his fingers make their way to my hole and with one swift push he is three knuckles deep inside me. I wince and I groan at this intrusive yet ecstatic sensation. It's too much for me to handle and I can feel my balls ready to explode. I try to pull him off but I'm tangled in the mess of my clothing. He continues to suck my cock and finger fuck my ass until my body spasms every drop of cum into his mouth. I feel light-headed from the extreme sensations that I barely register his lips returning to my lips. I taste the salty sweetness of my cum as he shares it with me in a long passionate kiss. He doesn't let go from the kiss until all my cum is drained from his mouth to mine. I swallow and take it all in, eagerly. As his lips separate from mine, he smiles, wipes his mouth with the back of his sleeve and walks out the door. I'm left standing with a limp cock exposed and my hands held behind my back from my jacket. He says one last statement before he leaves, "That definitely is one nice cock. Thanks for the snack." I stand dumbfounded with the door left open. I watch as my neighbour walks by, checks out my exposure, and giggles. I use my foot to close the door and anchor myself with the wall as I slowly slide myself down to the floor. My balls feel better for their release but I'm left unsatisfied. Tomorrow he's mine.

TGIFF Story #1: I Promised Myself to Stop (Friday May 9)

I promised myself to stop.  This would be the last.  I promised.
“Hi.”
“Hi.”
He walked in with his hands in his pockets.  His jeans were very tight and his shirt, well, he was almost shirtless.  I couldn’t help myself.  I grabbed him and squeezed him and touched him and kissed him and…I came all over his face.  I offered the box of tissues to wipe his face.  He washed up in the bathroom and left.  I didn’t offer to help him release.  I didn’t care.  I was done.  This would be the last.
***
“Guy, help me with the dishes!”  I heard my mom screaming from behind my closed bedroom door.  Fuck.  I have to leave my hot online chat to tend to her demands.  I keep reminding myself that in two years I’ll be done.  I’ll have my degree.  I can leave.
“Busy with your school work?” she asked while I dried the dishes.  “Sure,” I replied.
***
The clock flashed 2:13 a.m.  I was desperate so I typed “yes” to his offer.  I quietly left the house and drove twenty minutes to his home.  He left the door unlocked; I walked in, took off my clothes, and found my way to his bedroom.  He was laying there with his face in the pillow and his ass in the air.  He smelled like vanilla. 
I lubed up but he had no condom and I was unbearably horny so I fucked him…and I came inside.  Then I grabbed my clothes and left.  I never saw his face.
I crawled into bed around 4 a.m.  I had my final exam at 8:30 a.m.  I couldn’t remember which course it was.  It didn’t matter. 
***
I was sitting in the examination room…waiting.  He walked by and he smelled like vanilla.  I turned around but only saw the back of his head.
11:30 a.m. and the exam was over.  It was my last exam of the year.  I have four months of summer vacation:  full-time work in the day, anonymous sex encounters at night.  I had a permanent erection at the thought so I decided to head to the basement bathroom.  It was dark and dirty.  Cum stains became part of the décor.  There was a man at the urinal.  I unzipped and stood at the urinal next to him.  I heard him pee but he didn’t turn towards me.  I held my penis with one hand and rubbed my chest with the other.  The man zipped his pants and walked out the door.  No flush.  No hand washing.  I felt rejected.  Then I heard the door open so I kept my place at the urinal.  I heard him lock the stall door…so I waited.  And then the aroma of vanilla filled my nose.  It must be him.  I heard him flush so I zipped up and headed towards the sink.  I washed my hands over and over again until the vanilla-scented man walked out.  I looked him directly in his eyes.  It was my professor…my hot professor.  He smiled at me and I just stared.  I wanted to ask him if he enjoyed last night but I was speechless.  He washed his hands, wiped them dry, headed to the door, and left.  I was still speechless.  And wet.  I looked down and noticed that I came in my pants.
***
I helped my mom with the dishes that night.  She was talking to me, but I didn’t hear one word she said. I was lost in thoughts of my hot professor:  his bare ass in the air, my raw cock inside his hole, my cum filling his hole.  I wanted it again.
I ran to my room after helping my mom.  I logged into the chat room but he wasn’t there.  I waited. It was 3 a.m. and I was still waiting.  Should I drive to his place again?  It sounded crazy, but I was desperate.  Once again, I quietly left the house.  I drove to the hot professor’s home and it was completely dark.  There was a car in the driveway.  It wasn’t there yesterday.  I stepped out of my car and walked around the house to the bedroom window.  I looked in and saw someone in the bed.  Was it him?  I couldn’t tell because his ass was under the covers.  I kept staring with hope that he’d turn over and I’d see his face or the sheets would roll off his body and I could verify his ass.  It was probably an hour of staring when I felt someone tap me on the shoulder.  I turned around and it was the hot professor.  He looked at me with uncertainty.  “Should I call the police?” he said.  I shook my head no.  “Then I expect a really good explanation.”  I stood still, dumbfounded.  What do I say?  What do I do?  “I looked for you online tonight.”  He didn’t reply.  He just looked at me with a sad face.  “Can I fuck you again?”  I said shyly.  Why?  I am usually so confident.  He paused before he replied.  “Come inside and I will get you something to drink.”
Inside, I sat on one of the kitchen chairs.  He disappeared into the darkness of the hallway.  He probably went to the bedroom.  He returned shortly but he wasn’t alone.  There was another man…another hot man...a very hot man.  Hot professor has a hot boyfriend.  Damn!
“Guy, I would like to introduce you to my partner Adrian.”
“Hi.”
“Hi.”
“I’ll get you that drink I offered.” 
Adrian sat next to me and smiled.  He looked sleepy but I noticed a semi hard-on in his boxers.  He was only wearing boxers.  “So I hear that you are one of Jamie’s students.”  I nodded yes.  “I guess he can’t keep his school work away from home.”  Adrian laughed at his own joke and rubbed my knee which sent a shiver up my body.  I smiled shyly and licked my lips.  “I think you’re ready for your drink.”  Jamie returned with something clear.  He handed it to me saying, “I hope you like gin on ice.  There is no mix in the house.”  I took a sip.  It was strong, but I kept drinking quickly. Within seconds I was finished my drink.  Adrian and Jamie looked surprisingly at me.  “Wow, that was quick,” was Adrian’s remark.  “Jamie, get him another.”  He smiled and rubbed my knee a second time.  Eventually, I had three refills.  Adriandid most of the talking.  Jamie smiled at me.  I smiled with occasional shivers inside.  What was I doing?  What was going to happen?  I’m drunk and I can’t drive home.  “I guess he’s staying over tonight,” Adrian said to Jamie, as though he could read my mind.  “I’ll get the bed ready,” replied Jamie as he walked towards the bedroom.  Adriantook my hand and said, “Follow me.”  And he smiled a huge smile.
The bedroom was how I remembered it.  It was big with only a king-sized bed and a lamp.  The lamp was turned off.  Jamie was fixing up the bed as we walked in.  Adrian let go of my hand and walked towards the bed while removing his boxers.  He had an immaculate smooth ass.  He gave Jamie a really deep kiss, unzipped Jamie’s pants and bent down on his knees.  He started to lick Jamie’s balls and the image gave me an instant erection.  “Come over here,” Jamie told me.  I followed his command.  Jamie held out his hand and I gave him mine.  He pulled me over and kissed me.  I could feel a hand on my ass while Jamie kissed me.  It was Adrian.  He moved his hands to my zipper, unzipped my pants, pulled them down and he tongued the tip of my cock.  It sent another shiver through my body.  I shook with ecstasy.  They both smiled at me and pushed me on the bed.  Adrian laid to my left and Jamie to my right.  I faced Jamie.  He smiled and kissed me, again.  His hot tongue went deep down my throat and his cock pressed hard against mine.  Adrian’s cock was pressed firmly between the cheeks of my ass while he kissed the back of my neck.  With the help of the gin, this sent me into a euphoric bliss.  Jamie pulled his tongue out of my mouth and whispered, “Fuck me”.  He turned around and his ass pressed against my cock.  He grabbed my cock, lubed it up, and slid it fully and completely into his ass.  He squeezed his sphincter around my cock so hard that I thought I would instantly cum.  Suddenly, I felt Adrian lick my hole which stirred other euphoric tingles throughout my body.  I heard Jamie moan loudly as I slowly fucked him and I could feel Adrian dig deeper with his tongue.  Shortly after, Adrian removed his tongue and replaced it with one finger. A single poke into my hole sent me moaning.  He kissed my neck and teased my hole with the one finger, then two, and three, until finally I felt him push his cock deep inside me.  Did he have a condom on?  I wasn’t sure, but it felt too good to stop and ask.  Adrian fucked me in harmony with my fucking of Jamie.  One motion sent my hole into his cock and the next motion sent my cock into Jamie’s hole.  We were all moaning and thrusting faster...and harder...and I was ready to blow.  I came so hard and long inside Jamie’s hole again.  Then I heard Adrian moan really loud.  I felt something warm inside my hole.  He came inside me and I could feel it drip from my hole, down my thigh and his cock.  He kissed my neck again and it sent shivers throughout my body.  I kept my cock inside Jamie, Adrian kept his cock inside me, and we fell asleep.

I woke up the next morning alone in their bed. I was slick and crusty with remnants of lube and cum from last night. Moments later, both Jamie and Adrian entered the room, naked, holding two trays with food and coffee. “Good morning sexy,” Adrian said as he sat next to me and placed his tray on the bed. “You need to replenish your energy,” continued Jamie as he also joined us on the bed. “We want to spend the day repeating our moments from last night.” Without giving me a chance to say anything, Jamie placed a slice of watermelon into my mouth while Adrian began to suck my morning glory…and I promised myself never to stop. 

TGIFF's New Home!

Thank Goodness It's FUCKING Friday!(NSFW)I decided to set up a new blog for my TGIFF stories so that each story will have it's own page.
Every Friday I will post a new "Fucking" story - original gay erotic tales to get you off to a good start before the weekend. Enjoy! 
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