A young, tattooed man was having
anal sex with a pretty, blonde woman on the 120-inch screen. Tom studied Dale
as he stood at the door, wondering if he should go in or turn and run. Tom muted
the movie and motioned him forward. Dale walked tentatively in the wedge
sandals and stopped five feet in front of Tom. “Turn and let me see you from
behind.” Dale blushed as he spun slowly around. “Come here.” Tom smelled of
Scotch whisky, but was clear-eyed and definitely not tipsy. “Care for a drink?”
“Sure, I’m pretty nervous.” Tom patted the bench seat.
“Sit down.” He dropped two ice cubes in a tumbler and
splashed light brown whiskey into it. He handed it to Dale and settled next to
him on the seat. Dale jumped when Tom ran his fingers lightly over his thigh.
“Ever been with a man?” Dale swallowed hard.
“No.” The word barely made it out of his lips.
“By the look of the bulge in that teddy, you want to.”
“I don’t know, Tom. I guess I’m scared.” Tom put his drink
down and pulled Dale onto his lap.
“I was mad enough to kill you an hour ago. Now when I say
I’m not going to hurt you, I mean it.” The wedge sandals dropped onto the floor.
Tom ran his fingers over Dale’s smooth legs and caressed his left foot. “You’re
very beautiful, Dale.” He caressed Dale’s upper arm, raising gooseflesh. He
brushed Dale’s hair off his cheek and pulled him forward. Their first kiss was
gentle, even romantic. Dale closed his eyes and relaxed his body as the big man
took control of him. He didn’t resist when Tom pulled the teddy over his head,
leaving him naked and vulnerable.
Tom pulled his tee shirt over his head and dropped his
shorts onto the floor. Dale stared at his muscular body and tight fitting black
underwear. His package looked huge. “Take them off.” Dale knelt in front of Tom
and tugged at the black cotton briefs. Tom Reed was all man and all hard
muscle. His thick, cut cock came to life as soon as the air hit it. Dale almost
gasped as it began to swell. “Get to know it, sweetheart. It’s going to get to
know you.” Dale leaned in, an inch from the beast. Tom shaved his scrotum and
trimmed his pubic hair, exposing his large, low-hanging balls. Dale breathed in
his musky scent and tentatively brought the large, mushroom-shaped head to his
lips. “Ever sucked a cock, Dale?”
“No,” he whispered.
“Not yet,” Tom said as Dale pressed his lips against his
spongy flesh. The shaft was hard, eight-inches, and had a large vein running
along the top. The head was spongy, soft, and pliable. Dale opened his mouth
and wrapped his lips around Tom’s flesh. The salty taste of pre-cum, musky man
scent, and hard flesh created the perfect storm in Dale’s head. I am a cock-sucking tranny, he told
himself. He grabbed his own hard cock and began to masturbate himself.
Tom lifted him up by the shoulders, turned him around, and
made him kneel on the padded bench, with his elbows on the backrest. Dale
gasped as he felt Tom’s big hands spread his buttocks, and strong fingers
massage his anus. “Oh, god,” Dale said out loud as Tom knelt behind him and
pressed his tongue against the pink ring of flesh. “Oh, god that feels good,
Tom.” The big man caressed his smooth legs and buttocks as he worked over
Dale’s ass hole with his tongue. Dale arched his back and pressed back.
Dale looked over his shoulder when Tom suddenly stopped
pleasuring him. He watched the big man spread lube over his stiff cock, tear
open a gold foil pack, and roll a condom over his penis. His cock was massive,
even bigger than Evelyn’s black dildo. He spread lube over the condom and then
fingered Dale, first sticking in one finger, then two, then three. Tom draped a
towel over the bench seat and sat down on it. He held Dale by the hips and
moved him so that he straddled Tom’s thick, muscled thighs. “I want you to do
this at your own pace, Dale.” Tom sucked on Dale’s nipples as he reached behind
his back and guided Tom’s cock between his slick butt-cheeks. He rocked and
rotated his hips, tightening and then loosening his sphincter muscle, easing
himself down on Tom’s flesh pole.
Tom held him gently, almost reverently. So this is how a gentleman treats a lady. Where did the anger go? An hour ago he was ready to kill me. Dale
raised and lowered his bottom until his buttocks was flat against Tom’s thighs.
“I need a kiss, Tom, please.” Their tongues danced a ballet as Dale rocked on
Tom’s hard cock, luxuriating in the feel of Tom’s hairy chest and hard muscles
against his smooth skin. Tom held him close, and stood without pulling out.
Dale wrapped his long legs around Tom’s waist. Tom turned and gently lay Dale
on the bench, pulled Dale’s feet to his chest and began fucking Dale with a
slow, easy rhythm. Dale’s smooth skin and painted toenails contrasted with
Tom’s beefy, hairy chest.
“I’m going to come, now, Tom, Dale said in a throaty
whisper.” Dale masturbated himself and closed his eyes, concentrating on the
sensation of Tom’s massive cock sliding in and out of his anus. Tom kissed his
toes as he climaxed, spurting semen over his chest. Tom pulled out, removed the
condom, and leaned over Dale’s supine body.
“Open up.” Dale opened his mouth as the big man closed his
eyes and masturbated himself. Dale willingly, even greedily, took Tom’s huge
load. He’d never tasted semen before and it thrilled him to the bone. He waited
for Tom to open his eyes to slightly open his mouth and then swallow. He wanted
Tom to see it. Tom collapsed on the bench and pulled Dale to him. “You were
good, Dale.” Dale leaned against Tom’s firm body.
“So were you.”
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