More than BJs for DJs
Happy Hump Day! A special #TGIFF story to get you through the hump.
His hands delicately graze over each record spinning on their respective players. With a stylish hat and funky retro sunglasses, he is swooned over by his good looks and sexy beats. The crowd goes into a frenzy and the DJ joins them, jumping up to the rhythm and pumping his fist in the air.
I stand with my back against the bar, sipping on my gin and tonic, watching his ritual. More than his ritual, I'm staring at his form: a huge smile with glowing white teeth, tight biceps exposed from his tank top and covered in tattoos, and a dark shadow around his plump, red lips.
I watch him tongue his lips, wetting them as sweat rolls from his forehead. I imagine those lips on my cock...and the arousal begins. My cock swells inside my tight jeans; an erection quite noticeable to the crotch-grabbing hands and cruising eyes of passersby. But my body yearns the DJ.
And then he notices me. He looks my way and smiles. I smile back with a wink. He waves his hand and invites me to the booth.
"Hi, I'm Guy," I say.
"Justin."
Justin smiles but doesn't shake my hand...they're busy with his records.
His round, firm ass fills his tight, low-riding jeans. I slip a licked finger through the top of his jeans, feeling the start of the crease that leads to the pink flesh that both my lips and cock desire. He accepts my invitation by pushing his ass in my direction, meeting my erection in the process.
I moan into his ear and he whispers "fuck me" before he kisses my cheek; so I push my finger further down the crease. I unbutton his jeans with my free hand and my finger finally makes its way to its desired destination. His man pussy is wet; prelubed for quick access. My finger slides inside and he squeezes tight around it.
"More," he says. I add a second finger...then a third.
The heat of the experience, the desire of my flesh inside his flesh, and the rhythm of the bass matching the pounding of my heart releases a surge of urgency inside me. I pull my fingers out, bring my knees to the ground, and pull his jeans down to his knees. His jockstrap frames his ass perfectly and my tongue takes action, tasting the salty, musty juices from his eager hole.
Triggered by my frenzied taste buds, I fall into an ecstatic hole and suddenly it's only me and the DJ. I rise, pull out my cock, and feed it to his hungry hole. It swallows me whole and raw. My balls smack against his cheeks and his sphincter squeezes tight, keeping me in place. He rocks slowly, back and forth, relishing the intruded sensations.
"Fuck me hard," he says...and I obey. I push my cock in deep, and then quickly pull it out with only the tip left inside. Then I push it back inside, deep and hard, over and over, until his ass matches the rhythm of my thrusts. I yearn to lick the sweat off his drenched body but my cock is in control and it has one mission: to fill Justin's hole with my cum.
A moan escapes his mouth as his sphincter spasms against my cock. Unable to withhold, my cock spasms in unison. I release a growl into his neck and keep my cock buried deep inside him while the warm ejaculate fills his hole and covers my cock.
I lick his neck, tasting the salty sweat I yearned, and he whispers one last time, "Thank you."
I pull out, cover up, zip up, and kiss him on his cheek. I can feel him smile with my lips. A slight smack on his butt cheek before I pull his pants over his dripping man pussy and crawl out of my ecstatic hole. I can feel the rhythm of the bass in my ears and in my chest as I walk away from the DJ booth.
I turn around and he's still wearing that hat and those retro glasses. His hand pumps the air with the beat and the crowd of shirtless men respond with their usual frenzy.
I wink, smile, and walk out into the dark, cool street.
His hands delicately graze over each record spinning on their respective players. With a stylish hat and funky retro sunglasses, he is swooned over by his good looks and sexy beats. The crowd goes into a frenzy and the DJ joins them, jumping up to the rhythm and pumping his fist in the air.
I stand with my back against the bar, sipping on my gin and tonic, watching his ritual. More than his ritual, I'm staring at his form: a huge smile with glowing white teeth, tight biceps exposed from his tank top and covered in tattoos, and a dark shadow around his plump, red lips.
I watch him tongue his lips, wetting them as sweat rolls from his forehead. I imagine those lips on my cock...and the arousal begins. My cock swells inside my tight jeans; an erection quite noticeable to the crotch-grabbing hands and cruising eyes of passersby. But my body yearns the DJ.
And then he notices me. He looks my way and smiles. I smile back with a wink. He waves his hand and invites me to the booth.
"Hi, I'm Guy," I say.
"Justin."
Justin smiles but doesn't shake my hand...they're busy with his records.
His round, firm ass fills his tight, low-riding jeans. I slip a licked finger through the top of his jeans, feeling the start of the crease that leads to the pink flesh that both my lips and cock desire. He accepts my invitation by pushing his ass in my direction, meeting my erection in the process.
I moan into his ear and he whispers "fuck me" before he kisses my cheek; so I push my finger further down the crease. I unbutton his jeans with my free hand and my finger finally makes its way to its desired destination. His man pussy is wet; prelubed for quick access. My finger slides inside and he squeezes tight around it.
"More," he says. I add a second finger...then a third.
The heat of the experience, the desire of my flesh inside his flesh, and the rhythm of the bass matching the pounding of my heart releases a surge of urgency inside me. I pull my fingers out, bring my knees to the ground, and pull his jeans down to his knees. His jockstrap frames his ass perfectly and my tongue takes action, tasting the salty, musty juices from his eager hole.
Triggered by my frenzied taste buds, I fall into an ecstatic hole and suddenly it's only me and the DJ. I rise, pull out my cock, and feed it to his hungry hole. It swallows me whole and raw. My balls smack against his cheeks and his sphincter squeezes tight, keeping me in place. He rocks slowly, back and forth, relishing the intruded sensations.
"Fuck me hard," he says...and I obey. I push my cock in deep, and then quickly pull it out with only the tip left inside. Then I push it back inside, deep and hard, over and over, until his ass matches the rhythm of my thrusts. I yearn to lick the sweat off his drenched body but my cock is in control and it has one mission: to fill Justin's hole with my cum.
A moan escapes his mouth as his sphincter spasms against my cock. Unable to withhold, my cock spasms in unison. I release a growl into his neck and keep my cock buried deep inside him while the warm ejaculate fills his hole and covers my cock.
I lick his neck, tasting the salty sweat I yearned, and he whispers one last time, "Thank you."
I pull out, cover up, zip up, and kiss him on his cheek. I can feel him smile with my lips. A slight smack on his butt cheek before I pull his pants over his dripping man pussy and crawl out of my ecstatic hole. I can feel the rhythm of the bass in my ears and in my chest as I walk away from the DJ booth.
I turn around and he's still wearing that hat and those retro glasses. His hand pumps the air with the beat and the crowd of shirtless men respond with their usual frenzy.
I wink, smile, and walk out into the dark, cool street.
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