BazzaBear
12-08-2009, 05:57 PM
The next day being Saturday and all, knew that there would be no follow up, as there would be no mail delivery. So, went about my business; course my thoughts kept turning to my new found friend throughout the day, and each time would get hard just thinking about what I hoped would become the final outcome of what we had started!
That evening, with thoughts of my "friend" and nothing else to do, I decided to log on to my favourite site- called privateforgay- was admiring the views when a knock came to my door. Not sure who it could be and not expecting any guests, I closed my laptop and went to answer the door.
And there stood my redhaired friend!!! What an unexpected... surprise, shock.. which dear reader you can surely understand left me speechless, as I stood there like a dumb idjet, not inviting him in, nothing except staring!
He wasn't looking at me, but at the floor (not even at my crotch which would have been nice!)
"Can I use your washroom?" he quietly asked, as I had not got my wits together to invite him in.
"Uh,... sure... "Will you need help with that?" (no I did not say that out loud but it sure crossed my mind.)
"Uh,... Come on in..Can I... Can I get you something to drink?"
"A beer if you got one."
I directed him to the washroom as I rushed to the kitchen to grab a couple bottles of beer. Returning to the living room with bottles in hand, my eyes almost popped outta my head as he was just standing there-but he had undone his belt and the button of his fly.
With shaking hands I handed him a bottle and swear to God, that when my hand touched his an electrical shock went through my whole body.
"Thanks.".. he mumbled not looking up (What's up with that anyway???) and raised the bottle to his mouth (OH, GOD, let those lips wrap around my cock tonight, please!)
He took a swig and then set the bottle down on a bookcase shelf. He slowly started to unbutton his shirt (which, by the way was denim, with snaps).As one snap was opened at a time, I got my first look at a gorgeous diamond of dark red hair, nestled on his chest. Extending from that diamond was a small band of lighter golden hair that travelled down to his belly button (which was an outtie in case your interested- I was). He pulled his shirt tails out of his jeans and suddenly his whole chest was exposed. He had a small linked silver chain around his neck with some sort of medalian resting in that diamond of hair. His left nipple was pierced with a silver ring, surrounded by whisps of golden hair. Above his other breast was a tattoo, but I couldn't make out what it was, my eyes were more interested in looking at that unpierced tit with its hard nubby and strands of ginger hair.
His hands moved down to his jeans and agonizingly slow, he unzipped his zipper, exposing a (for me) beautiful nest of gold, trimmed hair. He bent over slightly and started to shove his jeans down to his ankles. Odd, that the first thing I noticed was that he had a well defined tan line, clearly achieved while wearing speedos. And that where the sun had not had access to his body, it was a beautiful creamy white.
Of course, my eyes immeidately searched out his cock. There it was fully erect, uncut, and at least 10 inches long, with a noticeable bend to the right, major vein action going on, and soooo.. creamy white with a purple tip of a cockhead just peeping out of his foreskin. His balls were shaved, and hanging just right, begging to be cupped and fondled. They were slowly lowering down since they were now released from his tight jeans, and then just as slowly started to move back up forming a tight sac against the base of his cock, which was bobbing in anticipation.
As he stood there with his jeans bunched around his ankles, quietly giving me time to take it all in, he reached over and grabbed his beer. He slid his mouth over the bottle and all the way down to the base of the neck, drinking in almost all of its contents.
Then, again very slowly, he reached around and started to insert the bottle between his ass cheeks. With his knees slightly bent, he continued to slide the bottle up until it was a lot farther in than when he took it into his mouth. A low growl escaped from his throat as he started to slide the bottle in and out of his ass. He took hold of his cock with his free hand and with his thumb slid the foreskin back off his cockhead. What an amazing sight, the head already shinny with pre cum. He started to move his hand up and down the shaft insynic with his gentle pushing of the beer bottle in and out of his ass. His movements started to gather in momentum, moving faster and faster until it was a blur. I saw his leg muscles tense as he started thrusting his pelvis, in time with his hand and bottle... all the while he continued to make this low growling sound that started to increase in volume.
His stomach muscles tightened up, and he stopped pumping his cock, squeezing it tightly, making every vein stand out in stark contrast to the white shaft, while still sliding the bottle in and out of his ass. I swear it grew another two inches. His pelvic thrusts were now wild and uncontroled, and with a loud growl, a major spurt of come was shot out of that pisshole, almost reaching where I was standing, and landing on my hardwood floor. A second shot of cream boiled out almost as thick as his first spurt. A third, dribbled down the head, and onto his hand which was slowly loosing its momentum up and down the shaft. A few seconds more, he took his hand away from his still bobbing cock and slowly slid the bottle out of his ass, placing it back on the bookcase. He then started to bend forward as if he was going to suck the still dripping cum of the tip of his cock which there is no doubt that he could do--but in fact what he did was grab his jeans, slid them up his legs, tucked his balls and cock inside, buttoned his shirt back up, tucked it into his jeans, zipped up and did his belt.
"Thanks for the beer", he said, and walked out the door.........
That evening, with thoughts of my "friend" and nothing else to do, I decided to log on to my favourite site- called privateforgay- was admiring the views when a knock came to my door. Not sure who it could be and not expecting any guests, I closed my laptop and went to answer the door.
And there stood my redhaired friend!!! What an unexpected... surprise, shock.. which dear reader you can surely understand left me speechless, as I stood there like a dumb idjet, not inviting him in, nothing except staring!
He wasn't looking at me, but at the floor (not even at my crotch which would have been nice!)
"Can I use your washroom?" he quietly asked, as I had not got my wits together to invite him in.
"Uh,... sure... "Will you need help with that?" (no I did not say that out loud but it sure crossed my mind.)
"Uh,... Come on in..Can I... Can I get you something to drink?"
"A beer if you got one."
I directed him to the washroom as I rushed to the kitchen to grab a couple bottles of beer. Returning to the living room with bottles in hand, my eyes almost popped outta my head as he was just standing there-but he had undone his belt and the button of his fly.
With shaking hands I handed him a bottle and swear to God, that when my hand touched his an electrical shock went through my whole body.
"Thanks.".. he mumbled not looking up (What's up with that anyway???) and raised the bottle to his mouth (OH, GOD, let those lips wrap around my cock tonight, please!)
He took a swig and then set the bottle down on a bookcase shelf. He slowly started to unbutton his shirt (which, by the way was denim, with snaps).As one snap was opened at a time, I got my first look at a gorgeous diamond of dark red hair, nestled on his chest. Extending from that diamond was a small band of lighter golden hair that travelled down to his belly button (which was an outtie in case your interested- I was). He pulled his shirt tails out of his jeans and suddenly his whole chest was exposed. He had a small linked silver chain around his neck with some sort of medalian resting in that diamond of hair. His left nipple was pierced with a silver ring, surrounded by whisps of golden hair. Above his other breast was a tattoo, but I couldn't make out what it was, my eyes were more interested in looking at that unpierced tit with its hard nubby and strands of ginger hair.
His hands moved down to his jeans and agonizingly slow, he unzipped his zipper, exposing a (for me) beautiful nest of gold, trimmed hair. He bent over slightly and started to shove his jeans down to his ankles. Odd, that the first thing I noticed was that he had a well defined tan line, clearly achieved while wearing speedos. And that where the sun had not had access to his body, it was a beautiful creamy white.
Of course, my eyes immeidately searched out his cock. There it was fully erect, uncut, and at least 10 inches long, with a noticeable bend to the right, major vein action going on, and soooo.. creamy white with a purple tip of a cockhead just peeping out of his foreskin. His balls were shaved, and hanging just right, begging to be cupped and fondled. They were slowly lowering down since they were now released from his tight jeans, and then just as slowly started to move back up forming a tight sac against the base of his cock, which was bobbing in anticipation.
As he stood there with his jeans bunched around his ankles, quietly giving me time to take it all in, he reached over and grabbed his beer. He slid his mouth over the bottle and all the way down to the base of the neck, drinking in almost all of its contents.
Then, again very slowly, he reached around and started to insert the bottle between his ass cheeks. With his knees slightly bent, he continued to slide the bottle up until it was a lot farther in than when he took it into his mouth. A low growl escaped from his throat as he started to slide the bottle in and out of his ass. He took hold of his cock with his free hand and with his thumb slid the foreskin back off his cockhead. What an amazing sight, the head already shinny with pre cum. He started to move his hand up and down the shaft insynic with his gentle pushing of the beer bottle in and out of his ass. His movements started to gather in momentum, moving faster and faster until it was a blur. I saw his leg muscles tense as he started thrusting his pelvis, in time with his hand and bottle... all the while he continued to make this low growling sound that started to increase in volume.
His stomach muscles tightened up, and he stopped pumping his cock, squeezing it tightly, making every vein stand out in stark contrast to the white shaft, while still sliding the bottle in and out of his ass. I swear it grew another two inches. His pelvic thrusts were now wild and uncontroled, and with a loud growl, a major spurt of come was shot out of that pisshole, almost reaching where I was standing, and landing on my hardwood floor. A second shot of cream boiled out almost as thick as his first spurt. A third, dribbled down the head, and onto his hand which was slowly loosing its momentum up and down the shaft. A few seconds more, he took his hand away from his still bobbing cock and slowly slid the bottle out of his ass, placing it back on the bookcase. He then started to bend forward as if he was going to suck the still dripping cum of the tip of his cock which there is no doubt that he could do--but in fact what he did was grab his jeans, slid them up his legs, tucked his balls and cock inside, buttoned his shirt back up, tucked it into his jeans, zipped up and did his belt.
"Thanks for the beer", he said, and walked out the door.........