"Cally's Move: Chapter 7

I slept longer than usual but was up quite a bit before Cally, whom I assumed to still be sleeping. We both had been dead to the world, but I had come to sleep with mixed feelings of unrequited lust and the quiet gratitude of a new friend: a sexy one at that.

After preparing what amounted to a heavy breakfast, leaving it to keep warm in the oven, pouring the juice and putting on a respectable pair of briefs which didn't show so much of my abundant package, I threw on a terry cloth wrap around my waist and
bare-chested but comfortable with my appearance, headed for the guest bedroom in which Cally had drifted off.

I was unprepared for that moment when I entered. Cally lay there, blankets aside, tossed in a bundle, his legs spread, one foot slightly crossed beneath his thigh, revealing a magnificent display of male in its rawest form. His eyes were closed and soft slumber like sounds indicated that he was in the state of awakening, but not quite there.



God, I felt an instant arousal. My dick sprang to life within seconds, before I could pull back off the lust that had so quickly gripped me. I was truly enthralled as I beheld the physical perfection of a male in his prime. I wanted that moment to linger. With Cally still in his slumber, laying there, naked, my eyes taking in the sheer beauty of primal male, I touched myself ever so briefly as for a momentary arousal,and then in the next moment, tried to calm my nerves. I was literally exploding from within.

The sight of his nakedness, so pure, so casual had sent my senses into overload.I wanted to be there, down there in his groin, tasting the sweet, raw, delectable pungency of male, savoring the subtle nuances of warm breath as his flavor spilled over into my senses. I was there alone, in that unique place, uninterrupted and lost in a cloud of euphoria and need. I wanted to touch him.

He lay there, a man clothed in the essentials of nothing: gratified through his own beauty, lost in the slumber of a beautiful Saturday morning and the inherent laziness of a last dream before awakening. I wondered what he he was dreaming. I watched him as I slowly moved closer to his bed, forsaking any idea of distance. This was there for me to witness and i intended to take full advantage of the moment. I had always loved the primal, unrehearsed aspect of early morning nakedness.

Every male was about this in the morning. There was nothing more spectacular than the natural which came to every guy in his morning arousal, and the way each sought to ease that urgency of the morning piss. There was a special state of affairs in a guy's zone, down there, tempting, pungent sweetness that mixed of undertones of sweat
and yesterday's soap. It was wonderful, exhilarating, so complete in its delivery to one's sense's. It was unique to males and i doubted that females possessed such splendor upon awakening.

Literally, I could feel my pulse accelerate and my heart beat faster as I approached his bed. My God, he was so beautiful as seen from the short distance away. I wanted to be nearer and so there I was, gradually moving slowly toward his bed, careful not to disturb the bliss of his preawakening. He was too beautiful for that, too male, too primal as he lay there, legs spread, spirals of deeply wooven tufts curling beneath his thighs.

I approached hesitantly. naturally, I could have called out to him from the entrance to the room. if he awakened suddenly, questioning my proximity, I could always say that I had tried to call out to him, but he had been unresponsive. That would be believeable. No one really knows how deep their sleep is, unless they're truly almost awake or in a hald-dream state, which might be the case.

I didn't care at that moment. I was full in my lust, which I recognized as a prolonged problem in the early stages of development. My actions were those of a lecher and not a suitably fashioned and physically attractive male, in my own right. I didn't care. I wanted a closer look.

Caution to the wind, I made my way to his bedside, stopping a few steps short of the bed. He lay there, seemingly unaware of my presence, emitting the soft groans of slumber. Then it occurred to me, "What next"? I didn't know what to do.

I decided to linger there for just a bit to feast my eyes on the statehood of his engorged cock. When he awakened, there was gonna' be a strong and healthy piss from his meat. I stared at it, interrupting my diligence with fantasy. I was totally capable of creating an entire picture in my mind of a suitable scenario. Any such manifestation, would involve being taken by this stud and all the extrasensory garbage that fosters an overdeveloped libido.

I wanted to reach out and touch Cally's cock. It was so beautiful, engorged with blood, his juices wallowing in those thick veiny sacs which hung between his muscular thighs. I looked closer at the veins in his dick. They were deep red, running along the prodigious shaft which was cut with a thick bulbous head, itself sporting tiny channels of capillaries that spread across the entire surface of his dick head.

The tip of the head was almost purple, fanning out in a tight skin that seemed as if it could break away from the mere substance beneath. The ridge of his cock head was taut and shiny. A natural glean highlighted the mushroom artistry of a finely sculpted cock, thick, heavy with hardened veins that lay exposed at the surface of his substantial piece and which gradually wound to the tip of his bone, disappearing into the symmetry of a splendid cap where his piss slit cut into the mystery of a finely chiseled head, cloaked in the tautness of his rock hard erection.

Surrounding all this maleness was a forest of lush fur, male bush that had been allowed to remain in its natural state and which now gave notice to a dense dark mane of pubes, interspersed with curls and lavish to a degree. I could feel my fingers intertwine the dark lengths of his pubes, rolling the splendid hairs, feel the silky mesh of curls surround my fingers. I could taste their surface as my teeth gingerly pulled at their length, resplendent, nestled their as primal growth: a rich, dense mess of pubes that bore a beauty on their own. They were simply magnificent to look at. such majesty in his groin, so virgin in its natural plushness, complimenting his substantial rise and the bone which lay near his belly, distended, gently bobbing with a mind of its own.

He would soon wake. I could tell by the gentle lunges of his cock, the abrupt spasms that indicated the need to piss. The natural state of things would awaken him to this need, as was the deal for every male. With my mind so completely fueled with lust, I made the better decision to back off. I was about to turn away and move back to the door, when the soft sounds of awakening broke through the silence of that moment. Before I could make my way fully back to the door, I was stopped in mid stride by the gentle sounds of Cally's greeting.

"Good morning." he said.

I certainly didn't know how to respond to that considering I was in the middle of the room, my back to him, but heading toward the exit. A sensible response would require me to turn back to him, which is what I did. Doing so, I was quite surprised that Cally had made no attempts to cover his nakedness or for that matter, his glorious cock. It lay there now, slightly bent, still insisting on righting itself as Cally turned to rise from the bed.

He had to have known that I had seen all that splendid manmeat in its full glory and yet his reaction was surprisingly docile, submissive, as though my presence was just a natural course of events. This was strange to me, strange indeed.

"Breakfast is waiting." I said it with all the composure I could wrestle. I could sense beneath my wrap that my dick was still hard. In a way, I wanted Cally to notice, to realize how he had moved me to such a state; however, I felt risk in that equation and left the course of my erection to its own accord. If he was looking, he could probably tell what that bulge was about.

"Morning Wood." Cally was turning the corner into the bath as he spoke back at me. Jesus, I couldn't believe the casualness of his demeanor. The fact that I had seen him naked, with a roaring hard on didn't seem to bother him in the least. I stood there for a moment. Listening to the steady stream of his piss as it hit the toilet water was mesmerizing. Without realizing my predicament and my cock rapidly rising to its former state, I was too late to preclude his view of my bulge as he exited the bathroom. I stood there like a choir boy.
"Looks like I'm not the only one." He said.
"Huh." damn, I felt stupid, like a kid.
He pointed to my wrap. I looked down. The head of my dick was just poking from beneath the fold of the terry cloth wrap which I had rushed to throw around me before entering the room. Even with briefs on, it was apparent. I looked down quickly.
"Sorry." I tried to make the best of the embarrassment. I really did and at the same time, did not, want him to know how much he stirred me.
"How long did I sleep?" By this time Cally had tied a towel around his waist, making for a sexy contrast: the dark hair which crept from the top of his pecs through the center of his belly, flowing in luscious waves to his navel, further down to his chiseled abdomen where it was stopped by the towel. Wow!
"Roughly eleven hours?" I said.
"No?" Cally fumbled for his cell in disbelief, "that long?"
"It's noon. Late breakfast in the oven." I said, "now, how 'bout I hit the showers. I feel a little...yuk.."
Cally smiled. I wasn't sure what that meant, but I wasn't about to read more into it. He walked over to me, his dick subsided now, the load of piss released. I could still see the beautiful form of his prominent member beneath the briefs. He stopped just in front of me.I got that feeling that he definitely wanted to say something, but he just stood there for a moment, smiled and then turned back to the bath.
"I need to clean up." Those were his last words as the first blast of hot water hit the shower floor.
"Get in here!" I heard him call out.
Was I imagining things now?
I cautiously walked over to the bath, looked in to find him casually stepping into the large walk in shower with three double shower heads.
"This thing is huge" Cally called out, the heavy stream of water cascading against the glass, "Come on in." he indicated, "This is the biggest shower in a house I've ever s seen."
"You like it." I had walked up and was standing by the door as he entered.
"Fucking..eh. It's awesome," he said, "Come on. get in." He again indicated.
Well, I guess I just have to tell you that my dick was still hard and I knew that soon as i dropped my wrap and slipped out of my briefs that it would all be evident.
"Don't piss in the shower." Cally joked, pointing down to the obvious, "lotta backup there."
I simply couldn't believe my ears. This dude was inviting me to shower with him and I was standing before him with my dick about to explode and he comes at me with this casualness that offset all of my previous notions about supposedly straight males. Just maybe, Cally wasn't as straight as I had assumed. Before I could even throw that idea around in my mind any longer, he answered my question.
"This is my first." he said.
"First what?" I feigned ignorance and in reality I really didn't know what he was talkng about and so for the most part, it was truth.
"On the DL" He followed.
"The DL?" I asked. Now you've got to understand, coming from my background and even as well read as I am, I had no idea what he meant. My ignorance was true. He looked at me, examining, and then realizing that I was on the up, made an effort to explain.
"The Down Low," he said. "You know...DL?" He looked at me, somewhat puzzled.
“Never heard of it.” I said.
“You’re shittin''’ me?” Cally questioned. “You really never heard of that term?”
“Never.” I replied. I felt a bit behind the times, but my readings hadn’t fallen on that phrase and I seriously couldn’t pretend because I had this feeling that he’d use it again and then I be in the same predicament of ignorance. Since we were both standing there, him butt naked and me, well I guess, me-about to join him and see where this would lead, it would be best to deal with this minor oversight in our communication.
“Guys, specifically black guys that hook up with other guys.” Cally moved away from the shower head, closer to me. It really was a big shower. I’d say at least six people could fit in there, each with their own space.

Cally’s cock hung magnificently. I’d rather talk about this than the “DL” as he called it, but I’ll get back to that. I can’t get the thoughts of his splendid piece hanging there between those beautiful thighs, casual with me as though I was an old friend. Male to male, no hang-ups about his nakedness, no shyness about his willingness to share his space with me. After all there were three showers in the house. I’m sure he could surmise that after seeing the interior. It was obvious, he wanted me there with him and i definitely wanted to see where this innocent experience would lead.

It didn’t take long. I dropped my wrap and walked into the oversized shower. I have to say, i was bit nervous and yes, even a bit intimidated by this stud. I couldn’t recall when any dude had been so forthcoming about himself, so willing to let himself be exposed. Not that it was bad. You know what I mean, just the mere act of letting another guy this close to you in a private setting, minus the hangups or social taboos?

As much as I wanted to get on with what ever would go down in this secluded section of our private world, my mind keep drifting or just maybe I was intentionally forecasting. The drive to control my dick and my mind weren't completely in sync. I did start thinking about the fact that guys always shower together in locker rooms. Would they be so free if the space and opportunity presented itself, in a private setting, like our situation. Would they be as willing? Anyway...

Cally turned his shower head back to him. The stream began its downpour onto his back. Initially, as I stepped in, the steam was already rising and fogging against the glass. The water was definitely hot in this particular shower and he backed away for a second to adjust it, before leisurely letting it pour down over his face.

For a moment, he said nothing. Trying not to appear obvious, I likewise began the indulgent ritual of adjusting the jets on my shower head, after which I moved into the he same routine and let the water flow in deep cascading torrents down onto my face and chest initially. Even though it was apparent that this could turn into something more, I wasn’t certain that this was the moment exactly. In the short time I’d come to access Cally, his moves weren’t those of the normal male and so I needed to proceed cautiously.

Maybe he was just comfortable with other guys and nothing more than that. I didn’t want to read into it more than a surface value, and yet my loins deeply longed for his touch as did other parts. He was so damn good looking, so finely presented as he stood there in his nakedness, water cascading over his tanned body.

For the longest moment, we just stood there, enjoying the luxury of the hot stream as it soon fogged most of the interior glass in the shower, misting over the shower itself, gradually settling on the exterior mirrors. As I thought on this, I looked over to see the water steadily falling from the tip of Cally’s dick; a steady direct stream that spilled onto the floor with the force of a hard piss.

Now here's’ another area that I was comfortable with and I knew that it turned a lot of straight guys on. I have my particular fetish with watersports . Let’s just come out and say it-I like the drink. You know what I mean. I’m limited to that, but I must say that on occasion, after watching some porn that I’ve been tempted to try the further extension of water sports-that being, letting a guy piss on me. That’s a whole other topic and I’m gonna deal with that one a lot, so let me finish.

Cally never saw me looking over at him. His face was directed upward as the hot stream flowed over his face. This was the usual first move in showering, getting used to the enjoyable sensation of the flow over your face and then body. Watching that forced stream as it left the tip of his dick and pounded down onto the shower floor really turned me on. It took all my control to turn away as my dick was slowly on the rise again. I quickly let my mind drift, just a moment, because I wouldn’t be denied the pleasure of witnessing such a fine male in his early ritual.

About this time, Cally turned sideways, leaving me to my own imagination. The spill of the water now ran down, over and across his body in its normal trajectory. He seemed oblivious, like most of us, to any action around him. The shower was his time, but I couldn’t help but feel that his invite had been a signal that he was willing to share that time.

Cally began to soap his cock. Once again, trying not to be obvious, I caught him slowly prolonging the act as he gingerly let the soap coat his now distended member, which was slowly rising but not to an unusual degree. Cally lingered there for a moment, after which he looked over at me and smiled. It was a beautiful site: the water streaming down his face, his beautiful scruff, a second day’s, growth which he had neglected; his maleness, gleaming under the casual drift of spray as it misted against his face.

I took to my own cock around then. As if beckoning me, he directed his eyes squarely at my dick, not making any effort to disguise his admiration. At least I think that’s what it was; however, the act of a guy soaping his cock in the shower is so natural that he could have just been signaling his implicit approve;. To my credit, my endowment was there and without getting into specifics about length and girth at this point, after all this narrative is about him, I have always been comfortable naked in the presence of other males. Certainly Cally’s nod was an approval.

It was possibly a male moment and nothing more; one of those more subtle ways that guys bond, without the deeper feelings of conflict that emerge, given an outright expression of approval. The look was a type of closeted approval of my dick, or whatever that means. You get where I’m coming from.

He kept on soaping, yes, to the point that I could tell that he was doing so with the intent to get a rise from his member and the better for it was that he didn’t seemed to lack any conviction in his effort to arouse himself. While he soaped his dick, he watche

It was too obvious in the changes of my anatomy. His show had definitely put my emotions in play. I was getting’ real horny. keeping my cock at bay was soon becoming futile. I acquiesced on the attempt to control my rising member and let it gradually creep upward, the head slowly emerging from the sheath which covered it.

I took my tent between two fingers and began to massage it, deliberately pulling it beyond its natural extension. For the longest, even being uncircumcised, I had always been attracted to uncircumcised guys, but age and fascination had driven me to deeper eroticism. Now, there was nothing more enjoyable than toying with the beautiful sheath of an uncut guy.

This fascination had been gradual. Although I had never been embarrassed or felt less a dude because I was uncut, it hadn’t been ny natural preference. The majority of guys that I had messed around with had also been uncut. I now see that more as a sign of inculturation than preference. The moment I let myself go to the eroticism that lay deep within, that moment freed me from the constraints of sexual norms. I was then able to accept the beauty of a man’s cock without bounds.

Cally watched me as he continued to soap. I could see his cock gradually coming to full splendor as he kneaded the edge of his mushroom head with one finger, gripping the base with his palm. Unbelievably, we had moved to this state so quickly, without justification, just pure raw need. The morning is always a challenging time for guys.

The horniness of males seems tantamount in the early hours, at least from discussions and what I’ve seen during my years. It’s the same with me. My cock was now rising at a much faster rate and the head had creeped from beneath its shield, completely exposed, and bearing the purple symmetry of capillaries that ran along its length and highlighted the deep purple that follows a really hard dick.

Cally’s skin was taut, his head gloriously exposed as the stream continued from the head of his dick to the floor. For a brief moment which I tried to hold on to, I longed to have my mouth beneath his dick, a full stream of male piss for the drink. This little fetish had developed in the last few years and was a vital stimulus in my mental wanderings and sexual urges; however, I controlled it.

Yet, I’d never had a guy refuse to do it. The thought of subservience, the domination factor was so strong in males that they relished giving you the drink with full stream. They would look down on you as you kneeled before them, gulping their fluids as it ran down your throat. I had perfected the flow of the “drink” so readily, that I cold take in great quantities and the thought of a guy’s piss after three or four beers could arouse me immediately.

Once again, I’ve regressed, but it all comes together for the benefit. I guess so, at least it seems to flow with my mindset. Watching him do the prewank and the stream from his dickhead was bound to get me going.

Cally’s dick was complete. Christ, I looked at him and he looked back at me, and somehow I knew. He moved a little closer, away from the direct stream of the water. It was clear to both of us what he intended. Before I could react to the suddenness of the moment, I was there with him, hard, standing out, bold, ready to let go, but I didn’t want the moment to pass to quickly.

Without the slightest hesitation, he reached out and grabbed my dick. His hand felt so good wrapped around my meat as he simultaneously started the rub up and down his shaft. The eyes said it all. He was into this and it so much benefited my libido that he released this part of himself, this secret place apart from that which the world had access. This was indeed the little boy reaching out, who had never lost his youth. It was there with me in that moment and I was grateful. I could have teared up over such simplicity and its accompanying joy. It was real, set free from the constraints of growing up male in America.

This part was probably in the play book of more guys than would care to admit. Knowing so little about him, I just found his ease amazing as I closed my eyes momentarily while he worked my cock with his hand. It felt great, so normal, yet so unexpected. I could feel myself struggle for breath as I reached for his organ, palmed it and felt the girth enfold beneath my fingers.

It took a moment to register that I actually had this stud’s dick in my hand. Cally had taken to the deep rub on my cock and I could tell that he was impressed by its proportions. All the better for his meat, he certainly had nothing to be envious of and he moved his hand up and down my meat with the skill of a seasoned wanker. An inbred skill in guys, nonetheless, his innate application of pressure on my sensitive head was automatic, indicating that he also was sensitive there.

It felt so fucking good, but just as I was about to take over on my own, preferring not to get off so quickly, he went back to his meat, putting the rub on strong and skillfully working his shaft from top to bottom, back, thumb to the head, pressure, twisting the head, back and forth, pressure, then down the shaft It was beautiful just to watch him. I was actually trying to keep up with him.

The funny thing is that we said nothing. It was so tangible, the act, the mutual sharing of our maleness and no words would have done it justice. We preferred to let it pass with as little conversation as possible. I could see that Cally’s need had carried over from last night. He’d probably fallen asleep while in the process of choking his dick. That wold explain the covers asunder and his nakedness. The fatigue had probably overcome him before his release. I found myself grateful for the course of events and then I went on with my jack which was accelerated by my deliberate observation of his skill manipulating his beautiful cock.

Something crazy and yet wonderful was happening here. In truth, I felt like a kid again, the circle jerk, the attempts to outdo the other boys. Who could shoot the furthest. This man fare was nothing but latent need, regressed feelings that had carried into adulthood. It was evident that I certainly wasn’t his first male on male experience, not the way he’d grabbed my dick without hesitation. This was almost too real to be true, but it was happening in real time.

He watched me, whispered some soft, sensual sounds as he pumped the juice up from his balls. I wanted to explode with him, get it in sync so that we could be full in our admiration for the other’s load. More than that, I wanted to taste the flow of his spunk as he jettisoned it from his engorged cockhead.

We were both at that point where it became impossible to stand up straight. The application of brute force to our cocks made us bend somewhat. I’ve never seen a guy yet, stand perfectly straight when he’s about to blow. You bend one way or the other, but standing tall isn’t something you can maintain when the juice is rising and you’re about to throw off that pearly ooze.

We were both close, enraptured with the wank and it had settled on us completely .We worked with the agility of early school boys in the clubhouse or somewhere down along the tracks. This was our pure circle jerk in all its intent and we were going'’ for it.

My balls were about to explode. The nut was on the rise and I was getting hold of some powerful anticipation as I worked my hand to its deadliest pace. Cally was closer to me now, just inches away, stroking his thick schlong with a rapid up and down reserved for the heaviest loads. Maybe, he knew something that I didn’t or just maybe he was pumping his juice up through through his balls and out that wide slit on his head. Yes, Cally had the widest slit on his dick that I had ever seen on a guy.

When I was stroking his cock for that second, don’t think i didn’t let my thumb separate that beautiful center, put a little pressure right down there in that slit. The membrane right below a guy’s slit is extremely sensitive but it has to be handled with care. I usually like to take my tongue and tease the slit, gently forcing the tip of it to the center. It can drive’em crazy; however, seeing as I wasn’t sucking Cally’s cock at this point and we were both engaged in mutual masturbation, I’d save that for later.

I know I’m assuming a lot, but after this, I certainly could count on Cally letting me go down on his member. He seemed to have no reluctance about our coupling at this level and I looked forward to the rest, but I could be satisfied with just this. Hell! who couldn’t?

I could tell he was ready. His knees were buckling as were mine. That release was churning its way up our balls. I had a second or two to grasp the full force of my release and then it came. Cally was right there with me.

My load shot out with such force that the first squirt hit him dead center in the chest. Then a second, which landed on his arm and it kept going in shorter bursts until my nuts were emptied.

Instead of projecting forward, Cally’s angle and the way in which he jacked his dick caused his load to fire back onto his abdomen. Several violent jerks emptied his ooze out in thick creamy pools which grouped at the midsection of his six pack.

It was so thick and rich that it remained there long enough for me to scoop down on it before it seeped down. With two fingers, I hungrily swopped up his cream, returning several times to clean his belly. Each time, I held it to my mouth, savoring the sweet load , and so he could see, I then let it flow down my throat like the creamy goodness it was.

Cally kept staring at my load. I had blasted him hard and now it had mixed with his. The entire product of our balls ran from his upper pecs down to his groin where it mixed with his thick mane. His shot had mixed with some of my jizz and so I took the time to savor some of my own cream.

We had done the deed and words had no expression for the extent of our release. Cally and I had mutually pleasured each other in the simplest of ways; timeless acts of friendship and affection between males. We had gone there and made it real in our lives and this was to be the first in a litany of adventures in our lives.

We finished showering. Without saying a word, we both knew the value of that moment and the conditions under which it could remain a secret between us. Little did I know, that more lay ahead.

" Cally's Move": Chapter Six

It's been a while since that fateful wedding and the not so cool actions of Jason's step mother. In fact, it's been quite a while since I've heard Cally even speak of Jason. After detailing the events of that day, maybe in a braggart fashion and to somehow give me notice as to his stud skills, Cally slipped into a mode of pensiveness.

The times we've hooked up since then have been measured, somewhat subdued. His usual zest seems to have taken leave and in place of it I get this problematic mindset. He seems to be down, at times confused, reluctant to spill any details on the whereabouts of his friend, Jason, although he does bring up Nathan occasionally. Since, I met them this past summer, I've never spent any time with either guy, alone. I think they may be on to Cally and I, but I'm not sure.


I met Cally during the summer also if my memory serves me well, just a couple months before that the August Wedding of Jason's sister and that hunk of a man that she married. I remember jason being very cautious in his assessment of the guy. To this day, I still don't even know if he likes his sister's new husband, but it's none of my business. I've got my own set of problems.

Where was I? Oh yeah, Cally was running through the deeply wooded trails which bordered my property. I'd often looked out through the thick mesh of pines
to see him running his usual course. The trails skirted a sinuous grove of fairly established evergreens and a deep wooded ravine, which dipped and eventually rose to level ground, only to extend further into a more expansive range of trails. I'd moved into the secluded area for just that reason: the beauty.

There were only a handful of homes at that time and it just so happened that this gorgeous man named Cally always ran within eyesight of my back patio. It got to a point where I deliberately set out to watch for him as he fastidiously ran the paths, each day. I so wanted to race out there and grab him, my hormones in disarray, but I was no runner, at least not compared to him.

With that in mind, and with all the skill of the lecher within me, I set out to corner this stud. How I intended to accomplish that, remained a mystery to me. The fact that I'm detailing a past event in the present, obviously means that something happened. As it turns out, that something was good, much better than I'd anticipated for a first run-in.

Did I call myself a lecher? Well, I am, but I happen to be a sophisticated, healthy well respected, well known, physically developed type of lecher. I'm no Couch Potato as the compliments from some of my patients attest.

I casually practice what I preach to my patients on the value of exercise and diet; however, no amount of physical agility was going to catch up with a twenty something guy who ran every day, rain or shine. I was on my own and it was that thought that let me loose on those imposing trails to somehow strike up a conversation with this guy. I was crazy, but I'd always taken risks.

I ran out there in a "tizzy'. I 'd just seen him running through the thick swath of pines moments before, and now I was about the duty of trying to either cut him off. when he came back around or at make myself known on the trail. That way I cut strike up a conversation with him. I even know where he stopped his jogs each day, having watched him meticulously for weeks.

It was my time to go after this beautiful guy. Who knows, maybe he was gay or bi, that might make it all the easier, but that wasn't any guarantee. Past experience has taught me that sometimes its easier to strike up a conversation with a straight dude. They don't expect the come on and usually it's after the fact that they realize your intentions. Sometimes they've softened enough to let you into their head and that's when you pizazz them. It could take months. I know all about that effort.

I huff and puffed my way through a grueling run: down the hill, up the Hill, through the ravine, sprint to my house. At this point I wanted to stop, but I kept on going, down another hill, through a long stretch of God knows what underbrush where the trail had been washed out by a heavy rain, back onto the trail, around a tortuous bend which had the audacity to curve upward. I found myself gasping for breath when I finally decided enough was enough. The whole time I hadn't seen that gorgeous guy who I now know as Cally.

I came out in a clearing, a short distance from my house. My eyes watered, my side ached and before I could feel better, I had to feel like shit from the exhaustion. Exercise does that and so I let it take its momentary course before the exhilaration came on. Funny thing, but around that same time, finally catching my breath and wiping the sweat from my eyes, I looked over and very near to me was the object of my desire, He sat there on that bench, water bottle in hand, sweat evaporating from his well conditioned physique. Screw it, I was walking up to this guy. My fatigue was a good excuse to plop down beside him.

He looked at me with those soft brown eyes, skin glowing from the robust application of workout and good health. His lips seemed to twitch slightly as the cooling breeze blew our way. I hoped he wouldn't stutter because I could see the intermittent twitch in his lips. It was a foolish thought; nevertheless, it was mine. I would hold on to it until he said more than one or two sentences, then I would know.

I felt demoted in my thinking when he greeted me with the most alluring, somewhat cosmopolitan smile. He moved to one side, allowing me berth next to him, in a simple but congenial act. I was delighted! All my masculine fag genes were turning on me and I was fast becoming a parasol flussy, effete, melting in my own disguise, weakened by the seeming innocence of a stranger who just happened to be my Lancelot.

By the way, as you probably know by now, I'm given to exaggeration at times. I am however, solvent in my thinking, enough to know that I was working my tail off in order to lure this guy into my clutches.

He smiled. I smiled. We both were smiling and for the moment it was somewhat awkward until he offered up his name.

"I'm Cally." he extended his hand to me.
"Perrin." I returned the greeting.
"Another unusual name." He said.
"Yeah, " I tried to act nonchalant about my baptismal name
"This is the first time, that I've seen you out here."
"I live over there." I lifted my hand, gestured over my shoulder without once loosing eye contact. I was being a prefect gentleman. "This is my first time." I paused, "Can you tell?"
" The outta breath thing?" he laughed.
"That and the 'hard to breathe thing." I added.
"You need to take it easy at first." He said, "this is a rough run with all the dips and climbs." He asked, "How far did you run?"
"How far?" I was finally catching my breath.
"Yeah," he offered, "These trails go on for miles."
"They do?" I was actually dumbfounded, but I felt ignorant, living within walking distance from the bench where we sat. I had that puzzled look on my face, but that was good because it hid the rapture in my mind as I gazed upon this hunky male next to me.
"Yeah,judging the way you're sweating and breathing hard, you must have run a hefty course."
" If you say so." I added, "I thought exercise was supposed to make you make you feel better. I feel like shit."
He laughed. "Fist time thing." He paused, "If you don't run you obviously work out."
"It shows?" I took the opportunity for a little self deprecating humor. Being who I am, and in my line of work, I'm always aware of this angle.
"You're in good shape."
I could have melted at that one. This beautiful thing beside me was complimenting me and I was old enough to be his daddy, at least I assumed so.
I changed the subject.
"You live close to here?"
"Not far."
For some reason at that moment, Cally reached down, casually adjusted his dick in those wonderful, baggy, silky shorts that hang loose and show the gift that keeps on giving. It was the first time I dared to glance down at him. When he adjusted himself, he looked away momentarily and I took advantage of the time to stare at his crotch.
It wasn't one of those simple adjustments. He seemed to prolong it, pressing the folds of his shorts together several times and thinking nothing of me sitting a foot or so away from him.

Maybe this was my mind, the mind of a lecher. Most guys probably aren't even concerned about that type of move. They most likely don't give another guy's presence a second thought. They just do it when the need arises. Makes sense; however, in this case, Cally was treading on dangerous ground. I wanted some of that and that type of thing made him all the more irresistible. I felt the slight rise in my shorts before I quickly willed the thought away.

"So you ready for a beer?" I chanced the move.
Cally didn't look at me at first. It was like he was weighing his options or just be a little cautious, but my chance pulled through.
"Sure." he said with that wonderful full of life smile, "I'm ready."
Somehow, I knew there was more to his answer, but I wasn't certain, It could have been my overactive want in high gear and I decided to leave it at that. I got up from the bench.
"This way." I offered.

It only took a few minutes for Cally and I to reach my house. Yes,I lived in that beautiful secluded, wooded area that we had just been running through. I've always loved nature and it was here that I chose to reside for a combination of factors, but mainly for the privacy. I also loved the trails which bore the look of regular maintenance along with that primitive aspect.

You actually feel like you are enmeshed deep within a forest s you walk or run the gamut. They seem to go on endlessly; the deliberate planning of a estate broken down into several tracts. There are only seven of us back here in this area, although unbeknownst to the public. There are no signs or visible barriers to keep people away. Anyone venturing back far enough off the road would run into this sort of remote, sort of off the beaten path community. The homes within it represent the individual tastes of the owners, of which mine is one.

I'm not going to get on to all the details about my property. That's too drawn out. Suffice it to say, that I've done quite well in my Endocrinology practice, having built up a considerable reputation and a slew of centers across the country. I've also developed several well known products used on the market today by millions of Americans, So yes, I am wealthy but so is everyone who lives back here.

"How did you find this place?" I asked Cally.
"I just drove back here one day. I'm sort of curious in general." Cally went on to explain." I thought that eventually I'd probably run upon some private property with the "No Trespassing" signs in plain view, but I never did.
"Surprised." I asked.
"Hell yeah!" Cally responded urgently, " this place is awesome!" He spoke with the energy and enthusiasm of a youngster. "I haven't told anybody about it."
"I'm glad you like our little homestead." I offered.
"Like it. I love it." Cally looked at me with those soft sensual eyes, "I took a chance one day, parked my bike and got out and just started to run. I guess I thought that if I ran across anyone they might just think that I belong here and not hassle me."
"Have you?" I asked
"What?" he looked at me,
"Run into anyone?"
"Nope." he responded, " And I've been running here for several months now."
"This is the first time I've seen anyone back here. I don't even see the neighbors that much."
"That's good." Cally responded, "I'm not much into crowds."
"How far do you live from here?"
"A few miles." He answered, giving more detail. "It's pretty quiet where I live, but not this secluded. My pop built our house in a wooded place, not far from the city, but I'm long gone outta there. For now, I live by myself, while I build up my business."
"And that would be?" I asked,
"Pest, bugs termites, you name it. I'm up to seven employees now. Not bad for three years."
"I guess not." I was duly impressed, "I guess there's a need."
"Yep." Some of Cally's answers were short, maybe even a little distancing. but I certainly didn't get the feel that he was hiding anything and I decided to press on.
We were approaching my house. Cally was silent as we came up to the entrance, crossed the threshold and entered the foyer.
"Wow," he said, "Nice place."
"Thank you." I offered, not wanting to get into specifics about my home, "I like it."
"How long have you lived here?" He asked,
"Eleven years."

We walked through the foyer with its seventeen foot ceilings and massive chandelier. We peered up at the balcony bordered with rich cherry, the winding staircase off to the left, the library leading to the den and a host of other rooms through which we passed before we finally came to the back room in my house which overlooked the sylvan depth of my homestead and the woods beyond.
"This is unbelievable." Cally was smiling, "simply awesome," he said.
"Please have a seat." I motioned Cally over to the plush sectional, "I'll grab a couple of beers."

Cally gave me that approving look. His eyes seemed to betray his coming ease. He sat back, sinking deep into the sofa, his well developed thighs accented by the sky blue
shorts which hung loose exposing the dark underside of his thighs.

I could see the dark fabric of hair that flowed in delicate waves up and down his legs, blending into the soft tufts which covered his thighs, gradually disappearing beneath his shorts where the imagination took over.

His legs were spread wide, inviting and yet I knew it for what it was-an unpretentious
exercise of the obvious. He was at ease. Returning, I glimpsed the weight of the day
take over as his eyes grew heavy. That sudden overwhelming relaxation had seduced him, if only momentarily, into a type of stupor. He sat back in the quiet comfort of an old friend. I thought to myself.."amazing".

A few minutes later he opened his eyes to find me watching him.
"I'm sorry." He said.
"No reason to be." I followed, "the beer's still cold."
Cally rubbed his eyes and forced himself forward. He had sank back comfortably, so his initial efforts sent him back against the sectional. His legs flew up slightly. I halfheartedly chuckled at his attempts to right himself. Frankly, it was all about the joy of seeing this wonderful male so completely relaxed in my presence. It gave me a feeling of warmth within that transcended my sexual motives. The daddy was there, the comforting center of my existence where I could connect with the pure physical beauty
of youth, as if a spawn of my own making.

He managed to correct himself and get to his beer. His legs were still spread, slightly less, but apart enough that I could see the glorious development between his thighs, hanging, slightly loose in those revealing shorts, nut sack dipping slightly below the fold at his crotch.

A definite bulge indicated the resting place for this dude's pouch. The pointed tip, a little above and laying slightly to the right indicated the lay of his cock. From a respectful distance, say two or three feet, which is where I sat( well, where did you expect me to sit? across the room form him?)

Hell no, I was right there upon that, but not to close for my interest to be obvious....anyway, as I was indicating, I could see the slight swell of the tip of his cock head through his shorts. It was driving me crazy. This part was always the sexiest.When you could imagine, be so close and yet not have full access to the source of your dreams. Half naked, under clad guys showing box, like in GQ had always turned me on. I let my imagination run free and I was certainly there at that moment so I had to contain myself.

Cally slurped his beer, seemingly ignorant of my fantasy. If he was aware of my admiration, he took it all in stride. Between gulps, which is the way he drank, he was simply gazing around at everything as if he were in a museum.

"It seems a bit overwhelming, doesn't it?" I asked.
"Where'd you get all this stuff?"
"I loved the simplicity of his question. There was no pretentiousness there, no attempt to intellectually curry any type of favor with me. There was implicit flattery in the statement, but not deliberate. It was one of those genuine curiousities. I could see it in his eyes as he looked around.
"This is some neat shit." he added. "Excuse me!" he caught himself, "need to watch my mouth. We both smiled at that, he, out of his embarrassment, me, for other reasons. You figure it out.
"Just some things from different countries." I added. "keepsakes. souvenirs." I really didn't' want to get into the story behind all my accumulated crap that others could find beauty in. Well yeah, I guess some of it was special or I wouldn't have carted it all the way home from the God fearing regions of the world, but here and now, I didn't want to talk about it. I merely wanted to sit there and stare at his beautiful thighs, marvel at the sculpture beneath the fabric, snug, pressed there against the warmth of his inner thigh, yearning to be free.

There I go again with my active imagination. In reality, his dick was there and I could see the head poke out beneath the cloth and so I knew what that was, and that his nuts had obviously dropped into that position, revealing a sturdy bulge. It was a simple choice and so I chose horniness over composure, but I wasn't about to let this guy slip from my hold by some premature advance. I'd bide my time.

Truthfully, since this was the first time I'd had the chance to hook up with Cally, the extent of his presence known only through his frequent forays onto the trials through the deep woods bordering my property, I couldn't very well gauge his reactions; however, as he looked around I did detect a bit of reserve the way he offered up his opinions.

Also, on more than one occasion, and understanding the male libido quite well, I could see an underlying mischief in the way he looked intently at me as he spoke. Our conversation was true, not strained, but relaxed as if to offer up the suggestion that any topic could be broached. As we sat there, both of us chugging one then another beer, feeling it go to our heads after a long day, it truly became an inspirational first meeting. I felt good and I could tell by Cally's banter back and forth with me that he felt the same.

Several times, he let his hands run down across his thighs, briefly lifting the fabric, exposing a swath of man fur that creeped up into his crotch, disappearing from sight. He rubbed his thighs gingerly, occasionally grabbing the tip of his dick with two fingers, rolling the head as to counteract an itch. He probably wasn't aware that I noticed each occurrence of said act, but it was on my mind.

My folly was in the unique lecher that I had become, clever and indeed treacherous. that's why I kept mind, body and spirit together. I needed to look good for my pleasure. A pretty picture with a broken frame would serve no use in my hunt, and the hunt was so much the better of my joy.

The second beer, and the timing was perfect. Twilight had just settled in and the balcony overlooking the wooded ravine was welcoming. We moved from the comforts
of the den to table side, where an inlay mosaic, framed in oak, supported by a sturdy
base of rosewood, served as the centerpiece for our beers.

Cally was initially hesitant to sit his beer on such a masterful table, but I saw the hesitation and handed him a coaster. I sat mine down without one. You couldn't hurt this mosaic. I had it shipped here from Peru and it seemed impervious to abuse. All the same, it was a beauty and being full of my collection, I valued his thoughtfulness.

The sun set full over the horizon and the mesh of tightly connected underbrush formed a foundation for the weave of stately pines, deeply embedded in the ravine, then rising to level off into a sinuous network of old and new growth which ran along the trails. We could look out from our view and capture the beauty of this place-this small area of the world, within the metropolis, where all seemed to be outside of worry as twilight moved to night. This was my home and I felt blessed to be so fortunate.

I guess that was the overall feeling because in a short span of time we had become comfortable with each other. The approach of night had taken us from rushed mode to the ease that flows with evening tide. For the longest moment Cally sat there sort of mesmerized by the view. I knew it to be one of the most beautiful in the county, but I wasn't willing to offer up my prejudiced angle on my home. I let it rest, let him enjoy that which was before him. I said nothing, keeping my distance from his thoughts so that he take it all in. I wanted the moment perfect and it was.

I don't think either of us wanted to admit how tired we were. The day had been full of events and the presence of Cally was emotionally draining for me. I wanted this guy to like me; to take me as a confidante, and of course to lead him into the throes of pure male to male comaraderie.

It existed, I had known bits of it at different points of my life with other males, but marriage and family had interrupted this cycle in my life. I, like most males had let go to conformity, ignored my own feelings in favor of accepted social norms. Truth be told, I had never been in love with the mother of my two children. Now, alone. my wife deceased of her own psychotic wanderings, my kids grown, successful, my time was finally my own, at last.

Cally was at that point, at least I felt that way about his driff into the ease of the evening. That release, made it easy for him to warm up to me. He looked at me with the special sentiment of an early friendship. I truly felt that truth could evolve from this and that our mutual bond could develop, unhindered.

I wanted to touch him so bad, to feel his maleness, savor the aroma of his masculating presence, maybe take a pinch of his flavor for memory. He was about me, near me and leisurely prolonging the moment. Even in my need, I recognized the unpredictable and so chose the safe company of distance. I wasn't sure, but that's always the case. I needed to feel the signs more deeply, to let them cross my path, feed more into my sensibilties about the moment. Then, I would feel more confident, free to explore.

Cally let his hand brush slightly against his thigh. For a moment it lingered there, a small pinch of his dick head between his fingers: the typical male scratch or stimulation. I couldn't tell, but I surmised that Cally might be throwing me conscious signals to act on, comfortable ways by which straight males make known their ease and willingness, but I still needed more.

"Wow, I'm tired." Cally said, "I hate to ruin the moment but I think if I don't get going, I won't make it home."
"Stay here tonight." I was forward. It was a deliberate, but measured in its intent. There was no indicator to give away my thoughts. In reality, I was tired also and the beers made rest imminent.
"Maybe I'll take you up on that." Cally said.
"This way." I motioned as I got up from the table. It was definitely hard to leave the moment, but sleep beckoned.

We slowly made our way to the bedroom where Cally would sleep. I could tell you about the slow revelations of a straight male, many fashioned from fatique, and the dreamy
concourse of expressions gradually spilling from his tongue, but that would ruin later moments. These were the tired times, the special times when guys let down their defenses.

On the way to the bedroom, he slipped off his shirt to reveal a beautifully sculpted torso. He was so carefree about the way he showed himself to me, and the closeness
of his approach made me feel wonderful. This guy was taking all the challenge, well at least some of it, out of my quest.

After indicating the whereabouts of bathroom and toiletry items, I moved to the door, unrepentent about my desires, but careful. I stood there and looked at him as he slipped his shoes off and with the casualness of an old friend, swiftly slid his briefs down and over his magnificent ass. He stood there naked, his stately, but relaxed man piece hanging, his balls falling slightly beneath. I salivated and hoped
he didn't notice.

"Goodnight." Those were his last words as he lay down on the bed, his beautiful spread accented by the depth of his tan against the white linen. The rest was up to me.

"Cally's Move": An Erotic Novel in Progress

Prologue:

What I'm about to detail here, may seem strange to you. Indeed my experiences as a gay man have been quite different than other men that I've talked to over the years. While my conversations with other guys have revealed how much they would love to seduce straight men, very few do, or know how to truly get a bisexual or straight guy
as a friend and willing sex partner.

Put simply, I've had my share of experiences with guys
who identified themselves as gay. I’ve always enjoyed the pleasures of the straight male. Its not something new or an acquired taste, but rather, something I’ve experienced since I was young.

Yes, I’m older than you think and my sexual encounters are replete with illicit trysts. My masculine buddies have made sexual life one of complete fulfillment. When they’re not around, my imagination is
without bounds, and I can willingly borrow from my experiences to whip myself into a sexual frenzy in no time. I am a lover of masculine gay, bi and especially, straight men .

It is this fact alone which has led me down the road to having sex with more straight men . Oh, there is another reason,: All men love a good blow job and I’m no exception. Second to having a stupor inducing set of lips around one’s organ, wanking, or as they call it in the hood, ‘rubbing one out’ is the quickest way to euphoria, if only for a moment.

I don’t mean to undermine the pleasures of a good screw, but that takes planning. Blow jobs also require a willing participant., but masturbation is by far the quickest route to satisfaction and it here that I’ve generated the greatest pleasure,

Men love to pleasure themselves and will readily do so if a nice pair of lips, a tight pussy or willing bunghole is unavailable. Very few men reach total orgasm from a set of lips unless a guy has an unbelievable technique coupled with amazing endurance, The end result of getting your cock sucked is usually you or your partner finishing the job with your hand. The typical mouth simply can’t endure the rigors of bringing a guy to nut without help. That’s why they both work together well.

By the way, I know there’s that group of ya’ll that fancy yourselves as the greatest cock suckers in the world. You probably take offense at the suggestion that in the end, you need to jack your guy some to finish the job, but it’s true. Unless the dude’s incredibly horny and ready to blow the instant your lips surround his meat, you’ll need to help him along at the end. Cumming requires intensity and no let up. The average mouth can’t endure that long and you all know it. So, with that out of the way, lets get on with my story. It’s a good one.

Cally's Move-Chapter 1

Chapter One: (1)

“Come here,” Cally motioned to me. He had stopped in the middle of working that beautiful piece over. His other two buddies briefly noticed the pause, but continued on. The moment was too right. At the back of their minds, they must have wondered why he’d stopped. A moment ago, he was lost in the fast stroke of his cock as he slid his left, then right hand down and up the shaft, intermittently pausing to use
both hands. He was proud of that and I could see it on his face. The once shy boy had now become confident.

Yes, there were two of his buddies there on that gorgeous spring day. It was a little after 11:AM, and with the workout over, they were willing and ready and so they had landed at my place.

No, it wasn't accidental, I had planned it in that way and could only hope for the best. Now as I made the effort to move toward Cally, I felt something akin to pure joy as I watched these three guys pump their willing cocks into a frenzy. I moved between the three. It was all about the camaraderie and the erotic nature of what was happening. Three fine males, all willing, and anxious to get a nut had chosen me as the token gay guy to watch them jack their dicks to orgasm. These boys were gonna cum for me and I wanted it all.

I could tell by the intensity in their eyes that each wanted to outdo the other and it was here that I found the eroticism unbelievable. Two of them were on the couch and Cally was seated on the love seat, his ample legs spread wide, his back hunched into the material so his ass was close to the edge of the seat. From this view, you could see the ample hair which wound its way from his inner thighs to the crack of his ass. It grouped there and it was a beautiful sight to behold. This was pure stud meat and Cally and his two buds were at their finest as they performed the ageless ritual of masturbation.

I got up o move to him, briefly letting go of my cock. I let my shorts fall down around my ankles. I started to hobble, but then impatiently kicked the shorts away. I was all too curious, in fact each move was grinding into my need, the desire to please each of them. This has been a long time coming, almost two years. With so many thoughts raging through my mind, it was hard to believe that this could be the start of something special. More than that, it was the culmination of something that I
knew possible, but which very few guys had experienced, Eroticism.

I didn't want to carry it too far but I also realized that these moments didn't come that often and the chance of getting these three studs to work a little more than their cocks was tempting, but I didn't want to push the envelope. So it wasn't strange that one of them, Nathan , had more than casually taken notice of me moving toward Cally.

Nathan, wow what a man. I'll get into the specifics later but here was a dude that at age 27, was the epitome of a sexy man. He was confident, in some ways, much more than Cally, and he had been with me since our first encounter, two years back. They all had, I basically met them together and our friendship had developed in that time, the four of us, slowly, deliberately moving toward this point, although they may have been unaware that any relationship with me would open them up to more than their young egos were ready for. Maybe, I say just maybe, because it occurred to me that I could be the pawn in a long sought after grouping. Who knows? It didn't matter. Any guy would cherish a moment like this, and I intended to do so.

I couldn't take my eyes off Cally's cock. Jason was too noticeable. Like Nathan, he stretched back on that couch, his legs, spread wide, barely allowing himself to touch Nathan. He was the competitor and he was damn proud of that meat between his legs. He slapped it back it back and forth. I knew he was doing it so that I would notice the muscled symmetry of his dick. It was proportionally perfect, cut, with thick veins which were accented in winding spirals as they wound their way up and down his shaft. A soft purple head, accented with a hue of pink blended into his piss-slit , which was wide, deep into the head, I remember thinking when I had first seen it that it was the deepest slit I'd ever seen on a guy, that his piss must be powerful, that his cum would explode from that momentous head in a seeking torrent. And, it had, on many occasions.

Then there was Nathan and the uncut smoothness of his cock, contrasted against the other two. Covering the head, Nate's dick was covered with a sheath of skin that gave way at the head, folding into a extended foreskin that hung away from his dick at least a half inch, or so it seemed. That sucker was a perfect docking place with another dude like him, but I knew he had never done that, at least I let myself believe that. I wanted it all for me and it was difficult for me to continue on with my prejudices against this uncut guy after seeing Nate's dick.

It was heavy, you know what I mean. When you took it in your hand you could feel the weight and it was smooth. Nathan didn't need any lube to jack his gift. An abundance of natural lubrication, precum and a natural sliding motion of his skin, made his masturbation a work of art.

It was erotic as hell to watch this stud, lay back and start his heavy handed wank on his dick. There was something about Nathan's dick that was ripe for every man's want. His shy, and yet aggressive way that he beat up on it could bring out the best in Cally and Jason.

I caught him fingering a strand of precum, lifting it from his head slowly so the others could see. He was a show off. They all were. He slowly pressed his foreskin together, letting the ample fluid seep from the head of his cock as he pulled back the skin to expose a very pink head, engorged, and seeming way too big to hide under that cloak. The he let the skin fold back over it, taking his time so the rest of them could see his manhood in its true beauty.

Cally had briefly looked over at the display. They were smiling and it was evident that each wanted to turn the other on. They were feeding off of one another. I approached Cally.. As I walked up to him, the dude looked at me, and I have to say it was one of most sensual moments that I had ever experienced with my friend. There was subtle, hidden allure in the way that he looked at me, his lips curving in gently to a small whisper as the throes of his ecstasy increased.

Blinded, by what was no ore than pure lust, my heart was racing. This wasn't the first, our times together had been countless in the past two years, but there was something about his look this time. Cally had something to prove, I could see it in his eyes.

He slowed his motion on his cock, temporarily gorging it at the base of his shaft, letting the veins surface prominently along its length. Holding his meat with his left hand, he slowly edged the head of his dick, encircling it with his fingers, touching it ever so lightly, caressing the the engorged head and circling it with his fingers. It was an open invitation and Cally had never before invited me in to his eroticism this way.

I knew Jason and Nathan were curious. I knew what to do, and unafraid of the others reaction, I bent down in front of him, all the while stroking my dick slowly. I wanted the moment to last. I watched Cally throw a quick glance down at my dick as I kept up the stroke, but focused more on what was before me.

He once again smiled at me as the words came in an almost forced whisper, I heard them, damn it! I heard them and it almost made me blow right there. But it was too early. Cally pressed the slit of his dick together. Early semen slipped through the opening as he watched my reaction. I was hungry and he knew it. This was the tease.

Then he did something I had never seen him do. He let it gather on his finger and brought it up to his mouth, pausing to look at the early release and then he stuck his finger in his mouth. He smiled again. I don't know if Nathan or Jason caught the action, but Cally was in his own world..

"Come on," he whispered, pointing to his cock, he moved his hand away, God,was it freaking beautiful. It took all of my control as I slowly bent down in front of him. Jason and Nathan were looking over at us. I could see the look of surprise and yet I felt that they somehow weren't even about to judge Cally. In fact, it was one of those looks that indicated that they could be willing.

When they saw the first bobb of my head, both went back to jacking, I could see with the eyes in the back of my head that they were excited. "Fuck," I heard one of them say. I wouldn't turn around. By this time I was immersed in the pleasure of Cally's cock.

I slid my mouth and down, gasping at times , slow and smooth on the next stroke as my hungry throat stole the thunder from his dick and waited for it to flood my gullet. I could taste his juices and I was in heaven as I tried to contain myself, keep some skill in my cock-sucking.

If I got too hungry, I could ruin his momentum, throw his build up off. So I slowed a bit, hoping to entice him even more. I took a quick look at Jason and Nathan. Just as I suspected, both had turned away from the porn DVD and were watching me suck Cally's cock.

There was a look of amazement in their eyes as Cally, for the first time, looked directly at them. He gave a thumbs up. One of those signs between straight boys. That was all the time he had before I skillfully engulfed his entire cock, head to base, in my mouth.

I held my head there for a moment, suckling at the base of his dick as I released and applied pressure with my lips. Cally moaned in delight. I could hear soft whispers coming from his mouth, dirty talk, that always turned me on and something that Cally was good at. I was his bitch in that pose, kneeled before him, jacking my cock as I sucked. I wanted nothing else.

Before I go on, I need to explain something, which is no more than my theory on the male libido. Put simply, males, and I'm no exception, wanna get off. They want you to do what gets them off and they're more concerned about busting a nut than your feelings.

In other words, they know that a great deal of your pleasure is derived from servicing them; therefore, they're not so hung up on you getting off because they know, especially straight guys, that after it's over, you'll love jacking to the experience over and over, long after its done. They know you'll hold it in your mind and in a way, your joy is so much more than there's.

Yours is lasting. That's the life of a fag. Some out there may disagree, but I believe this wholeheartedly. They're not selfish, but they know. They really do, and they're right.

Back to the sex. This shit doesn't come to mind when I'm sucking or fucking with some dude. I just thought I'd explain how I really feel. So I'm sucking this luscious cock, and Cally is loving it.

All of a sudden Jason stands up. and starts beating his cock furiously. He motions for Nathan to join him. The two of them leave the couch and move toward Cally and I. Well, I don't know what to say except that my adrenaline was going into overdrive. I was trying to control myself nut I saw coming what I'd dreamed about for a long time.
I had three stud guys within my grasp and each was turning the other on. I knew I was taking a chance when I initiated the mutual thing, but I really wasn't ready for them to be so willing.

Wow! As I sucked Cally's cock, I started drawing out the motion, carefully letting my lips gently cuff around his shaft as I moved slowly up and down. Cally's cock was perfect for this and I could see that he was enjoying the hell out of the this. I heard a few soft whispers escape his mouth and I knew he was into that euphoria thing. I could also feel him relaxing totally so that I could milk his shaft, long and deep. I felt his muscles tighten in his cock as I moved up and down..

At the end of an up and down motion with my lips, I stopped. I paused right at the tip of his cock head and began to ever so gently tease it with my tongue. then I covered half the head with my mouth while moving my tongue around the inside of his head.

Cally was breathing deeply at this point. What I hadn't noticed was that Jason had slowly eased himself slightly to the right of me. He was
moving his hand up and down that awesome meat.

His legs were slightly bent and his stance was strained,- a high intensity jacking stance. He moved his hand with a smooth agility along his shaft, intermittently titillating the shaft head with a finger, letting the precum coat the tip of his dick. he rubbed it around gently, as he jerked his head back in a gentle spasm of ecstasy.

Even with my mouth ensconced around Cally's shaft, I could see his slow and deliberate turn on, as he eagerly waxed heavy on his dick,, diligently stroking the entire length. He was showing off. He had some nice meat and he knew it. Cally had opened his eyes and was watching him.

Nathan was to the right of me. I was delirious with Cally's cock. It was almost as if I didn't want it to end. I mean, I had sucked this guy off so many times and each had been a journey into ecstasy. I couldn't get enough of him, but I'd also done the others.

Now, as if in an involuntary movement, my ass muscles began quivering, I shit you not! they began twitching. I know this because I work those muscles back there on a regular basis and I've gotten to know the twitching feel. It comes when I'm excited or have taken the quads to the limit.; lost like a lactic acid buildup that feels invigorating, intoxicating in its fullness. It sometimes seems like a faux
fuck when they start to twitch. It drives me crazy.

I saw Cally motion for Jason to come sit at his left side. For a moment, Cally disengaged his gorged cock from my needy moth and I was able to see it in all its
shiny magnificence. It gleamed in the filtered light which drifted into the rooms.

The sun was at that point where it cast shadows across the rooms. From our vantage point, we were outside of the rays as they streamed through the sheer drapes which spanned the large window. no one could see us but for that matter that was the last thing on our minds as we visited the stuff of dreams, at least my dreams .

Maybe they had known this would eventually happen. It was going fast. In a short period of time, Cally had moved the others, to come sit beside him. he motioned for Nathan to sit at his right as he moved to center. It was pure imagination, but it was real! they were there, these three stud guys before me, legs spread willingly and I in my missionary pose . I had waited for this moment and I intended to make the best of it.

"Slow down guys." the words escaped my mouth before I realized it. There was too much to do. I wasn't about to let them get over the edge before they feel the full pleasure of what I could offer them. And that's why they were there, after all.

Hell I know about these things with hetero guys. I know what their girlfriends aren't giving them. That's where I step in. More about that later. I had a choice now. Reluctantly, and torn between the torture of which beauty to cuff my lips around, I moved a bit to Nathan.

I was new to foreskin, but Nate's cock was, wow...it was so beautiful as his head tucked into the creased sheath which covered it slightly. As he stroked, he would take
he head, gently pushing it out so that you could see the wide piss slit of his dick. then he'd let is slip back, gripping the foreskin in his fingers and mussing it together.

His front load of early ejaculate was seeping from his head. I licked at it, let my tongue roll around the inside of his sheath, gathering up the sweet juice, salivating in its soothing pungency. I heard a slow, lamenting moan escape him as he wickedly thrust more of his dick into my mouth. He threw his head back and turned to Cally.

For a minute I thought that he was going to kiss him, but that thought was fleeting, as was the motion. He might have wanted to, because even a guy can get caught up in the eroticism of another dude. It was only the nature or better yet, the intensity of
the moment that had caused them to look at each other for that small fraction of
their wank.

There was definitely a glaze. I could see it in Nate's eyes and I knew I wasn't imagining it, but Cally seemed to be the same way or at least caught up in that time-that brief period of the erotic that has passed between them.

Jason was moving slowly over his cock, taking a second to follow the action of Nathan and Cally. If there was surprise in his eyes, it was hidden or absorbed in the timeliness of his stroke. He swallowed hard, that attempt for the mind to come to terms with the pure euphoria of the movement His strong lithe fingers gripped his cock, He was making love to his dick and it was pure man need.

He was centered and it was awesome to see him give in so freely to that need. as he slowly stroked. Jason was building in his lust. After a number of times, up and down the uncut shaft of Nathan, I moved quickly to Jason. I had something wicked in mind. Nathan was the darkest of the two, with an olive complexion and smooth as silk. He
looked to be a mixture of Indian and Polynesian.

His cock was the third in a trio of stud meat that was there, in front of me, towering like three obelisks to masculinity. You couldn't have pulled a more beautiful scene from any movie. It was just plain magic.

I got the feeling that amidst their delirium as the joy of manseed gradually made its way up their shafts, that they were in the moment and removed from any preconceived notions to their roles. Nathan didn't hesitate a second as I moved my wanting tongue to his source.

He let his hands fall way freely. He had cuffed one hand over the other. The head inched into view. It was real, bulging with blood, pulsing deeply within the head and ripe around the rim. It throbbed as I felt his pulse heighten in his dick.

I could feel the momentum as I increased my sucking. I wanted to taste this man, to salivate wildly as I tried my skill at moving him to orgasm without taking him over the
limit.

There were a couple more moves and he seemed a bit perplexed for that initial moment, when suddenly I stopped sucking his cock and drew away. But ti was only to be a minute and I knew that my next move might be controversial in the orchestrated ecstasy that I had engineered it.

I wasn't about to seek his approval or even solicit a moment of
curiosity. I had to make the move quickly and my actions needed to be so pronounced that he wouldn't have time to object.

With that, I took my mouth off his dick, lifted his hairy leg, and without aim, thrust my hungry mouth into his cherry. I found the soft center and dug deep, furrowing my tongue inward into his crack.

It tasted of man pungency, an intoxicating aroma of last bath and new sweat. He let out a surpassed moan that belied the newness. This was virgin territory. Once, a guy feels this, he's hooked. I also know that few hetero males have experience with this area of their bodies. its simply not done on a consistent basis by their female counterparts, as is true with males to females.

So back to where my tongue was: eating hungrily into that beautiful passion fruit. Nathan was overwhelmed .I know he didn't want to reveal the full extent of how this felt to him, but I could tell.

It's probably a first time male thing: he didn't allow Jason and Cally to know about the weakness that was the inexplicable ecstasy of getting rimmed. My face was buried in his crack and openly the momentary lapses for breath caught them jacking and looking down.

I saw Cally take his alternate hand and poke just beneath his balls with a single finger, just at the rim, searching, wondering about what Nathan was now experiencing. None of these guys had done this with me before.

I was burrowing so hard and yet trying to be gentle that I became lightheaded for a second and had to back off, but I wasn't taking my face out of this fine dude's ass. I was going to make him understand the sheer pleasure of getting his ass rimmed.

I stopped jacking my dick because it took two hands to handle his sculpted buns. When my tongue went deep, I could also feel the warmth of his bung channel, like a gentle mist that grouped in my nostrils.

My breath came back at me in the delight of that narrow confine. I could fall back on memories as pure male scent flooded my senses. But this could only last for so long. I had to stop and so it was with reluctance that I skillfully brought my tongue away from that tender confine. I was salivating the aroma of his ass juices had overtaken my senses and my face was wet, soaked with them.

I moved to Jason, who without any hesitation seemed to raise his legs for me. He had both of them up, whereas initially, I only had lifted one of Nathan;s. He was ready and he was damn well letting me know that if I wanted to eat his ass, he had no objection. There certainly wasn't any judgment there. I reveled in the ease with
which he welcomed me over.

My tongue went to work on him. Like Nathan, I couldn't get enough. Jason had slouched back deep into the couch by now. His legs were above my shoulders and his strong muscular thighs were covered with a deep pattern of dark fur, a weave of thick mass,
curling and intertwining, winding its way to the crack of his ass . It bunched there, tufts of splendid furry masculinity giving way to his center.

It pulsed as I hurriedly buried my mouth in his opening, creating a way for my excited tongue to slide deep, right past his crack, into the lining, where I rolled my tongue just inside, tasting the sweet inner membrane of his all so sweet anus. After a few minutes of pure heaven, my tongue tired, but best from the wear,

I was once again at my closest pal, While I was doing the other three, I was thinking about Cally. God, how I wanted for so long to broach the subject with him; to even get him to let me show him where I could take him sexually.

And now, it was there, waiting for me. Jason's and Nathan's willing acceptance of my overtures had all but solidified his acquiescence. I could tell, that what he'd said to me, almost two years ago, wouldn't ring true in this movement.

Back then he hadn't been into anal of any kind. In fact he even shied away from the
subject. It was sort of taboo. So I bid my time in the hope that I could bring him about. Recognize, that I didn't want to fuck him. Hell no, this was too much male substance to reduce my efforts to that. I wanted it and I wanted it badly.

So with much patience, I had endured our frequent gatherings, he and I. alone, sucking but no fucking. It had been fucking miserable, if not for the grace of his captivating tool which hung so wonderfully between those legs.

Cally's legs were like a stable horse, split and defined with sleek muscle that developed into solid thighs and formed the foundation for an exquisite ass. damn, how I had wanted to part those cheeks with my tongue, to let him feel, if only in a small way what it would be like to penetrate, to bury his weapon deep in my canal.

This time, I did lift both of his legs and unlike Jason, who was back to jacking his piece, he let them rise, but I could feel a slight resistance. I determined to ignore it and moved in somewhat forcefully, skillfully bringing both of them up, his ass directly in front of my face, and I slapped my face against his hole. Literally,

Jason and Nate's juices were still wet on my face as I made my way to his center: that parting, in his gorgeous development, the soft gratuitous cherry of a straight guy. This time, I lapped at his hole.

Although I couldn't see Cally's face, I could tell by the soft moans and once I heard him softly say "goddamn." I got an instant rush. from that. More than Jason or Nathan. It was important that Cally like what I was doing to him.

There had been so much between the sheets with us. The times when we'd known what we would be doing later and the girls with us didn't, yeah, we were the consummate fuck buddies.

Jason and Nathan had come after. More about them later. both of them have a story for me to tell and they fit well within the trio of my buds. Cally was prepped. He smelled like gym shorts. I don't how to put any other way, except he had that deep masculine smell that could drive me crazy. I could literally taste the sweat from his balls as a few drops of it settled down around my mouth as I licked at his sweet orifice. I
stopped my lapping and furrowed my tongue, sharply sending it into his hole.

Yeah. I could immediately taste that sweet flavor of the inner lining of his hole. I don't know if that was his sphincter or further into his rectum, but it did me good. My hard was throbbing and I couldn't touch it.

There was too much intensity at that moment and I needed to concentrate on my boys, in particular, this one. I forced myself, yes forced myself to pull my face from Cally's redolent hole. Jason and Nathan had gathered a sizable amount of pre cum seeping from their dicks. I could tell by the way they squeezed the slits together, forcing it out. They were watching me tongue Cally's hole and mixing with one another in their emotions. I could tell it was coming. I looked up from between Cally's magnificent thighs.

"Now," I asked him. he nodded his head with great reluctance and sort of rolled his eyes. The others got the clue. Nathan reached over, took the tip of his finger and I could tell Jason was just as surprised,- ran it around of Jason's dick head where a large visible bead of the glorious early release had slipped from between his
fingers.

He let it rest on the tip of his finger. Slowly, he brought it to his mouth . sticking his finger slightly in his mouth, he tasted his buddies ooze. He smiled. They released their cocks from their holds. We had agreed to play this game. The rest would have to wait. Man..! this was sheer torture. We all thought that as we gathered our clothes, dressed and walked out of the room. There would be another time.

"Cally's Move"- Chapter 2

Chapter 2:

Two years ago Cally followed me into the house, locked the door behind him, walked over and turned the set on. Then he came to me. In the meantime, I had turned away from him and was sorting through my mail. He walked up to me, and playfully grabbed my ass, careful to squeeze each bun for maximum reaction, and then he began to laugh, softly. It was a teasing, lustful laugh and I knew what that meant.

Unfortunately, I was in no mood for that at the moment. I had undergone a rough week and all the attention from this straight guy, who had only recently become enlightened by my talents-none of it changing my demeanor, was unwanted. I loved the attention, but the day had been long with sorrow and my loins were unmoved. Burying my friend had taken its toll on me.

Cally sensed my sorrow as he had not known my long time friend. The grief was still consuming me and as much as I wanted to bury my head in the warmth of his arms, I resisted. So with grace of an idiot, or more like a hurt puppy, I pulled back from him, preferring the loneliness of my moment. It was stupid and I knew that. Any guy would have given his right nut to be with a stud like Cally.

I didn’t feel like I had any balls after what I’d just endured the last week and so I appropriately chose to dwell with my grief in that small part of my mind that could contain it. I didn’t feel like opening up because it would expose me and that what certainly ruin what I was all about.

I needed to cry. I hadn't cried for the longest and I somehow felt that Cally could sense the need. Yet, he wouldn’t be deterred when I had halfheartedly, wanting his touch but confused in my sorrow, attempted to push him away. He held me, pulling me closer to him. I saw that gleam in his eyes, and I alas understood that he was about me at that moment, that he did indeed understand my feelings. His advance was meant as a comforting move, a way to take my mind off the unplesantries of the week.

For the longest moment he just held me, surrounding me with the rugged masculinity of his developed body. Cally was an experience and the first among many who had been so open with his feelings and wasn’t afraid to touch me. He did do often. When he did, I felt the world would cease for that specific moment, because everything else certainly did, I thought of nothing during those times except the perfect heaven in his embrace.

This was one of those times and I let myself go. He nudged me or more like motioned me over to the couch, where we planted ourselves as I momentarily lay with my head against his shoulders. He didn’t move and for the longest moment, we sat there motionless, my eyes finally tearing. He let me cry and I knew that that this guy could really feel the agony within my heart, and I cried so hard. A week of crying that had been pinned up inside me let go.

Even in my grief, I found a change come over me. Perhaps it was knowing that he understood and that could somehow make it better. I prefer to say that even grief can’t hold back horniness, because it didn’’t take long, safely ensconced there in his arms, for me to react. It was impossible to deny or allay the feelings that came between us when we were this close.

That didn’t happen often, save the times when we had sex. Although that was real and acted upon at every moment that we had free, that was sex and there was no way of having sex without being close unless you did it mechanically. There was nothing about our prowess in the sack that was mechanical and so this was very special and I didn’t want to let go of it.

That lasted about about as much time as my initial efforts to repel him. I couldn’t. Cally could heat any guy’s loins and I willingly let him take me to that place of dreams. Everything stopped and I mean everything when we were ready, although I’d never mentioned it, learning early on that you don’t do a lot of talking with straight guys about sex. They just don't’ seem to be into it. A lot of that has to do with the denial involved. A denial that can’t overrule their loins and their choices at the time.

I told you earlier about Cally so I’m not going into every specific about his fine, developed body or the way he seemed to exist in some wonder in my mind, an angel come to life to greet me, take me under his arm and show me his way.

Finally, I stirred a little, the tears subsiding for a moment. The bottom of his chin rested on the top of my head. He kept it there, waiting for my move. He had said nothing and it was time to move into the fullness of this man who had come of age in such splendid manner and who now held me like the big brother I never knew,

My own father had never hugged or held me like this. I can’t recall any time, dating back to my earliest years when I felt a similar affection coming from him. He hadn’t been that type of man and so, maybe from him, maybe just from the way i grew up.

I didn't do a lot of hugging or embracing or kissing or any of those things that show real affection. Looking back, and even now I know that possibly I had wanted to, but the magic wasn’t there.

The distance between us had left me void of that particular and lacking in my ability to show affection. I carried my affection on my sleeve and today, still do although I’m definitely more open and sincerely enjoy the touch from a stud guy. I’m really not sure how I feel about touching in general. I guess I deal with it, okay, but find myself sometimes alarmed if I’m not expecting it.

That’s all crazy, I know, but it's the real me. Cally has somehow found a way to make me let go of that distraction. I feel full when I'm with him, none like my past partners. Looking back, it probably wasn’t all them, although their machismo caused them to keep a distance between us when we weren’t sexing it up, but it worked. I had found enough vitality in those encounters that I could substitute them for real feelings. That had carried me through and kept the loneliness at bay.

Cally let his arm fall down around my neck, softly moving past my ears, where he let the tips of his fingers softly brush against them. It sent shivers through me. I could sense his need, his own type of loneliness in the gentle but commanding way that he led me, moved me to lust. I could feel that his moves were left over from a displaced or never actualized feeling in his life. His touch wasn’t just for me and I knew that, but for all those he had wanted to touch and it never happened.

It might be carrying it to far to say that was a type of love in those moments. but maybe so. Perhaps, I was actually his real time substitute for a life of misplaced and unsaid feelings, for a life governed under society’s directive for males.

For males, there always existed that unwritten moral code, a code of conduct that was institutionalized at birth. I don’t fool myself into believing that I’m his only one, but I’m satisfied to just be the recipient of his affection. Maybe that shows an insecurity on my part, I’m not sure. Maybe it’s none of that and it’s pure fact that I’ve come to like the touch of a male. That comfort has made me more comfortable with male or female. I do like that.

Cally didn’t stop at my ears. He let the slow slip of his fingers move to my shoulders and down onto my arms, where he kneeded my skin with this undulating motion of his lithe fingers, so strong yet so compelling as he moved them agilely up and down my arm.

I could feel the reaction rapidly building in my loins and I wanted it so, in place of my misery. I think he knew that, and so he began to let go, to take me to that wonderland of bliss,to reach me through his control and to move me in ways untold as he slowly took my comfort into his hands . I was hard.

Chapter 3-"Cally's Move: An Erotic Novel In Progress

Cally moved my lifted and moved my legs slowly toward him. He let them rest on his lap as I lay back.

“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Just getting you to relax.”
“That feels good.” I was getting turned on by him touching the bottom of my legs, letting his agile fingers rub up and down beneath them. At times he’d stop, let his fingers slip beneath the hem of my shorts and just pick that small area, enclosed by the fabric.

He ran his hands around that area over and over again and it somehow got me going. His hands were strong, yet gentle. Hell, it didn't t matter, I liked the firmness of his touch, the way the tips of his fingers sent a pleasing chill through me. He stopped, looked at me. He knew I was hard. I took my leg, brought it up
around his crotch and gently moved my foot across his crotch. I loved the feel of my heel as it slid across the head of his dick.

“Wait a minute.” he said, , releasing my leg and abruptly moving from the couch. He went to the windows and drew the blinds. In the midst of my anguish over my friends death and his come on play, I had completely forgotten about the drapes. He hadn’t. Cally liked what we did too much for it to be ruined by some unforeseen voyeur.
“ Nervous?” I teased him.
“What/” he asked, surprised.
“Wouldn’t it be nice for them to look in here and see us going at it?”
“Right,” he answered, “ why not invite my mom and dad?”
“We don’t have to go that far.” I smiled, “just a few neighbors.”

Cally smiled. He knew I wasn't serious but the more I thought about it, I realized that I might be serious. I’d always had that bit of voyeurism in the back of my mind, although I had seldom acted on it, save those back rooms in sleazy bars, where i had willingly dropped my drawers at the hands of some dude who wanted to give me a makeover.

“What about you buddies, Nathan and Jason?” I asked. “You ever gonna turn them on to us.”
“Why?” Cally seemed a little agitated at the suggestion. I don’t know if he was into the threesome idea as much as me or if he was just pretending not to be. I’d seen him in some pretty damn alluring positions with those two, harmless, yeah, nevertheless. enough to have me salivate when the three of them were together, doing their boy play or wrestling, which they did all too often.

Cally had come back over to me, slid beneath my legs and then once again rested my legs on his lap. This had obviously distracted him. He wasn’t as hard. I began to rub my heel over his slack bulge in his pant once again.”

“You never mentioned that before?” he suggested.
“ I just thought, “ I paused, “ just that maybe if might be fun.”
“ I don’t think so.” he added,
“You ever fool around with them?”
“What?” Cally rolled his eyes, he seemed incredulous. I keep kneading his crotch with my heel, back and forth, resting on that big bulge which was coming back. I liked the feel of my heel on it as I attempted to feel the large head, penetrating through those wonderful loose shorts that young guys wear now.
"Just a suggestion," I added, “it’s not that important.” I could tell by the way he gave me that smug , slightly withdrawn smile, the way his lips curled inward, that I hadn’t been that much out of line. Maybe the timing wasn’t exactly right, but the mere suggestion of these three studs together had done something for him, even if it made him nervous.

There was something else there. Maybe, he was nervous because he might like it. That in itself was a signal to leave it alone for now and get on with our thing. besides, he was hard again and I knew what that met.
“ You ready?” he asked me, with that playful smirk.
“Oh yeah.” I replied. Who wouldn’t be ready for this stud.

He let my legs fall to the floor, needing to get out from under them. He stood before me as I lay there, prone on the couch. He motioned, pl;awfully gesturing me to him.
“Come to Daddy.” he offered

I didn’t need any more coaxing. I raised from my prone state, quickly adjusted myself to where he stood directly in front of me, and slowly pulled his shorts over the head of his dick. I had always enjoyed this part, savored the slow progression into the act. To be frank, I was also immensely turned on by the mere look of Cally’s groin.

It was beautiful, lush, covered with a thick mat of young guy bush. I liked to first take my tongue and let the tip of it wind its way through his pubes, gradually tasting the sweet yet slightly salty taste of his growth. I would always bring my nostrils up to his pubes, then bury my nose in his groin, smelling the delicious flavor of male. It drove me crazy and I knew that it was turning him on. His dick bobbed up and down slightly. He was real sensitive there.

He let his head fall back, enjoying the titillating feel as the moisture from my breath fell against his crotch. Sometime, I would take my teeth and gently pull at the hairs in his thick mat, letting them group from saliva and then slowly bring my lips to replace my teeth, feel the pubes as they slid easily between my lips. I loved the feelings of slightly wiry mesh as it slid between my lips.
Enough of that. I needed to get to the real thing.

I hadn’t touched Cally yet. No, I always kept my hands down around my side or fidgeting with my dick inside the tight constraints of my briefs. I knew that the precum would soon wet the inside but I didn’t care. it would dry, just like the left over nut of ny sexual experience. I liked the way that initial ooze felt , slippery as I ran it between my thumb and finger. My load was much thicker and a lot more messier so I wouldn’t do this, not unless a dude wanted to lick it off. then I’d willingly let him enjoy. but in my solo masturbation, it was just too messy

“Fucking do it” Cally extolled.

He was at that stage that I’d quickly learned, was his turning turning point. He didn’t want the play, at least not for a moment,. He wanted his dick taken care of. and I was ready to do it for him. I momentarily lost interest in my own arousal as I slipped my mouth around the thick ridge of his beautiful head and began to slowly let it fold into my mouth. I savored those first juices.

He stood before me, his shorts now at his ankles, his legs slightly buckling from the intensity of my play with his dick head. He moaned. I loved this about him, those soft, withdrawn ways he told me of his lust and the feelings I could bring on. He had closed his eyes for a moment and when i looked up he had opened them again and was looking down at me as I let my mouth slowly engulf the fullness of his cock.

“Suck my dick.” he forcefully threw the words at me. He would say them over and over during the course of me servicing his man thing
“Yeah, right there.” His eyes were on my every move. I could tell when he was watching me even when I had my head buried in his groan or his dick deep within my throat. I would always start out attempting to deep throat him and for the most part it was successful. naturally that would drive him crazy and he’d ask me for more.
“ Do it again.” He commanded. Cally was one of these semi-control freaks but I liked that in a guy.
“Go all the way down.” he took his hand and gently nudged my mouth further down his shaft ,but he wasn’t selfish. he didn’t try to gag me or make me keep it there. I did that on my own. It was only when iI needed to come up for air that I let go of that gorgeous hunk of stud meat.

I breathed quickly, sighed with pleasure and then started back again.
“That’s right.” He had gently grabbed both sides of my head as I began the delicious journey down and up his thick shaft. He was looking at me. I’ve come to understand that some guys love to look at you when you service them. I think it’s a dominance thing, but I like it also. It makes me feel subservient and that’s w hat I want when I’m sexing a dude. I want him in control.

Cally would willingly do so, having discovered early on my obeisance and the pure joy I received from doing as he asked. i didn’t mind. I took it all in, the commands, all of it. was a mighty fine moment. bent down in front of this stud and going at it.

I tucked my teeth in and started a slow deliberate move up and down Cally’s shaft. I could hear the satisfying moans escape him and the labored breath as I keep up the slow and delicate up and down motion. My lips covered my teeth and the only thing he could feel was the silky smoothness of my lips rolling over his cock.

I liked to take is slow, tease the guy, but more than that,, I had learned from guys and from my own experience, that taking it slow is sometimes more intense than going at a rapid pace up and down on a guy’s cock. It gives them time to enjoy the sensation longer, let’s the feeling explode form within them, while all the while building up a strong load. That’s what you want,, you want the dude to feel good about his release at the end. Some guys shoot more than others, but it doesn’t matter, it’s all good. The only thing I need to do is to savor the salty sweetness of a good nut. It drives me crazy. I want it all. and Cally never disappointed me.

I kept up my sucking, slowly then a little faster, but always at a pace that iI knew excited him. I could feel the veins tighten in his dick. This was a good sign that he was building up a good load down in those wonderful orbs that hung between his legs.

Sometimes, I’d momentarily stop sucking his dick just so, I could take each of them in my mouth, roll them around, witness the true beauty of a male. It was a whole sensory experience and my brain took in the full visuals as I worked his low hang with my tongue, catching the hairs which grew abundantly on those man lobes.

I smelled. Smelling was a big part of my sexual experience and I liked all types of smells, even the slightly ripe smell of a guy after a good workout or any physical activity. Cally always liked to come over and have sex after a workout. He was horny all the time. What a fantasy! to have a straight boy at your disposal for sex.

I took my tongue and slowly ran it around the rim of his head again before I engulfed his full head with my mouth, careful to only cover the head. I began to suck in and out while the inside of my mouth acted like a vacuum on the head of his deep purple head which was awe inspiring as I expertly flipped my tongue back and forth within my mouth.

“Ah...” Cally let out a sensual wail that wound its way through my inspired mindset and left me longing with anticipation. I was drawing this out and I knew this perfect guy before me, loved it that way. Yes, indeed, this was the tease. I had to build him up with these in-between moves to get that juice pumping up from his balls.

As I sucked on his head, my mouth airtight against that wonderful thick nodule, I grabbed his balls with my left hand. I pulled back just a bit,, not enough to go off balance but to the point where my mouth was sort of pulling at his head, engulfing it,,. This was a move I’d fashioned early on. It puts pressure on the head of a guy’s dick and allows for a perfect balance because your mouth and tongue feel light around the rim of his head . It forms an amazing suction that way.

For a moment, I fondled my cock as I teased him. My focus was so much on him, that getting off for me was a secondary. that could come later. My balls were tight and full. As I played with them. all the while keeping at Cally, they began to loosen up and my sack began to gradually drop. I squeezed them hard, not hard enough for pain, but just enough for the feeling to intensify

My mouth moved once again down the full extent of his shaft and I held it there.
“Damn dude, that feels good!” Cally was looking down at me. When I could hold it no more, I let his cock slip from my mouth for air.
“You like that don’t you?” he asked.
“Damn straight.” I answered. “ I fucking love your cock.” I said this with a type if reverence, a type of hero worship. This is good for a guy’s ego. The mind channels sensation and sensory is amplified with the application of thought. In other words, and to not be so analytical, thinking about those words would make him aroused even more. That’s why Dirty talk is a aphrodisiac in itself to some people. I don’t know about you, but the majority of guys I’ve been with love dirty talk and so
do I. Now it was definitely time for the position that I most enjoyed. I needed to get between his legs with him seated.

“Why don’t you sit down?" I asked him. I knew Cally would voluntarily open up those freaking strong masculine legs, spread ‘em apart for me and let me just chow away at his schlong. He kicked off his shorts, left his socks on. That’s also a turn on. I like a guy to keep his socks on and his sneakers , may be even have a white tee-shirt, sleeveless or not will do. I like to take my hands and run it under his shirt while my mouth is engulfing his cock and slurping as the taste where his seminal precum and my saliva mix.

"Nobody sucks my cock like you” Cally had momentarily;y stopped his eroticism. his moment of ecstasy. the lifted my head, looked at me and softly said those words. I couldn’t have been happier. in those moments.

I was in heaven, down there, between his legs, giving this stud what he needed. Certain, that no girl, not one of them, was doing to him what I was capable of letting loose with. It was pure cock worship when he sat there, his legs spread wide, my mouth buried deep in his groin, sucking his balls, alternating back to his head, down the shaft to his cock, running my hands under his shirt, feeling them brush across his nipples. Wow, it was an unbelievable sensation and the pre cum was dripping from my dick as I continued. I could feel the slippery strands as it ran across my fingers. I loved it.

Once again I moved my mouth from his cock and quickly thrust my mouth into the crevass of his leg and began licking. He went bonkers, more like hysterical. I knew it tickled, but I also knew that this was an exceptionally erotic area. Just take your fingers and lightly let them brush between your thigh and balls, Using the tips of your fingers, brush them back and firth, making sure that your finger tips touch his balls ever so lightly as do the motion. This can drive a guy crazy, but you need the technique. Seems like I had it down with C,ally because every move I made seemed to result in paralleled gratification and he moaned relentlessly, soft masculine signs of approval and wanting.

Back to his dick. I went the whole way down again. Cally was impressive and I so much wanted to be able to grip my mouth against the base of his dick forever, but it was too much. I had to breath and so I had to come up for air.

I took his cock in my hand, shaking it back and forth, looking at its impressive imprint on my mind, and I thought how beautiful, how utterly masculine. Women have nothing like this. I could truly understand Penis envy.

By this time he was so aroused, sweating, straining for his nut, that I knew it was time. Keep in mind, this had all happened in a short time. Cally didn’t take long to get off, but he required intense pressure and I knew that regardless of my cock sucking skills, his dick was too big for me to finish him off with my cock sucking.

Those last moments are a bitch and the intensity of the moment causes the guy to force his dick down your throat, and that my friend can gag the hell out of you and also ruin his moment. You may be able to get a regular size guy off with just your mouth, but a big dude needs some hand action at the end.

I used to just enjoy the feel of a guy’s load as it shot down my throat, and sometimes, I could pull that off with a regular sized guy, but not with the big ones. Now, I just try and get close as he’s about to come, either hold my mouth open or let him do the work and based on experience with the guy, know where he’s likely to shoot. Sometimes it flies right down my throat.

Other times, it goes every where. I even like them to shoot it on their abs, whence, I take to them like a voracious fag, gulping that glorious nut juice, cleaning every drop from his abs, licking his chest, finishing off with his fingers and then squeezing the last drop from his dick. By this time he’s ticklish and I know that but he still lets me get it all. They all do. that’s a part of their control. They know you like it. and they enjoy feeding it to you.

I was stroking the hell out of Cally's’ emotions. I grabbed his dick and put it back in my mouth. He wrestled without lust that was rising up through his loins into his balls and soon he’d explode.

I knew it, I could feel the veins harden and his dick was solid, almost too hard. There wasn’t any give as the precum seeped out from it in a steady stream, strands of it hanging from my mouth as I smiled and let him see what effect ny milking was producing. His dick was hurting. I squeezed it. M,an was it hard

“You ever see a dick this hard Perrin” he asked, he was trying to do his bit of, I guess you could call it dirty talk, but he was almost to far gone for him to be interested in any response. His load was bearing down hard on him and maybe I could get it out with just my mouth. I thought about it, thought about the strength in that muscle, and the force behind it and decided against letting him strangle me as his load emptied down my throat. We’d do it the other way.

I grabbed his dick again. The lube was right beside me. I quickly squirted it out and began a fast jack on his dick , feeling the muscles convulse as iI moved my skilled hands up and down his shaft. He writhed, twisted back and forth, he was so damn sexy when he did that and it made me feel like superman as he twisted in blissful agony, his load making its way up his shaft.

Cally was one of these guys that liked pressure. Some guys didn't /need as much but you had to put some p[pressure on his dick to get that spew that he shot out at the end,. It could cover you on a good day. When he knew we were gonna fuck around, he wouldn’t wank for a day or two, letting the magic build up in his balls. He was like a little boy, wicked in his play and determined to get his nut.

My hand was aching slightly as I increased the rub on his magnificent cock. I used the strength in my fingers, adjusting them at various times but not losing a stroke so he wouldn’t be put off in his run up to let loose that prodigious load. He was close.

Cally’s eyes had turned back in his head, well not literally, but you know what I mean. He looked like his eyeballs were floating as his nut rose higher and higher up his shaft.

Then he was there. I could feel it, sense it, whatever you call it, but I could tell my stud was getting ready to blow and so I leaned forward, opened my mouth, opting for at least some of his man seed to land in my mouth. The rest I’d sup on in the aftermath.

With no time to lose and soon as I opened my mouth Cally's seed blew out in a torrent. Two shots of heavy cream landed dead center on my tongue , some on the side of my eyebrow and the rest ran down the side of my chin. I was coated in his man ooze. I lapped at the wads of thick cream that lay just all around my lips. My tongue, stretched, took up some, savored it, and did it again. I swallowed, taking time to enjoy the creamy gift he’d dropped down my throat.

The edges of my hand between thumb and forefinger were also covered with his creamy offering. With his chest still heaving, his breath labored, inhaling and exhaling in shallow deep bursts, he let the last of his spill flow out onto my hand

He looked at me with fascination and he always did this, even when he didn't have such a heavy load. It was one of those, “wow, what have I done?” looks an it so reminded me of the little boy that I saw in him.

I squeezed together the edges of the piss slit in his dick, letting a big bubble of thick white cum form at the tip of his head. Slowly, I let my tongue scoop as deep into his slit as i could, where his thick, luscious goo flowed onto my tongue. I was smiling as I held my tongue out for him to see.

“You like that stuff, huh?” he was smiling like a devilish kid. “I give you enough”?
I swallowed, “Oh yeah, plenty.”