Don’t Tell Mom, Part 3: Breaking all the rules

Step-Dad(Read part 1 here)

I know I’m insane to be doing this, but here I am jacking off and licking my step-dad’s chest while he is passed out in his bed: The bed my mother slept in up until she left Mitch and I last month for some guy in Utah. I know it’s wrong on so many levels, but I’m getting close to shootings and can’t stop.

My eyes are locked on the growing bulge in Mitch’s white boxer briefs. I move to rub his crotch when Mitch wakes with a gasp and grabs the back of my head before I know what is happening. He holds my head against his chest as his eyes slowly focus on me. I can’t bring myself to take a breath.

“Kevin?” Mitch mumbles, sounding somewhat like an accusation rather than a question. “What the fuck are you doing?”

I don’t make a sound: There’s nothing I can possibly say to make this right. I turn my head to see his green eyes trying to make sense of the situation. Mitch’s muscular body is tense but he looks more confused than angry, and I suspect he may still be drunk. Aware Mitch can easily kick my ass without even working up a sweat, I quickly weigh my options and choose the path of greatest resistance and greatest potential reward. Mitch isn’t a violent man and I figure the worst that he’ll do is knock me out of his bed.

That, and kick me out of his house.

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Steamy Black Cock

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Shoulder-deep in one of the hot tubs here in the Mandalay Bay’s spa, I’m doing my best to relax after an insane three days in Vegas. I seem to be the only person in here today and it’s actually a little creepy. I pull myself out of the water, wrap a towel around my waist, and step into the dry sauna. Again, I am the only person to be seen, and I have to wonder if it is always this dead on a weekday in September. Maybe everyone is out at the pool?

I begin to dry out, so I grab a bottle of water and an iced towel and step into the steam room. I inhale the scent of eucalyptus and sit down on the lower shelf. As expected, I am the only person in here so I lean my head back against the upper step, down the bottle of water, and place the cold towel over my eyes.

The door opens after a few minutes but I don’t even bother to look. I assume it is just one of the spa employees but I can sense someone sitting down on the tiled shelf across from me. Trying to look casual, I remove the towel from my face so I can get a look: The guy is thin, Black, and probably in his fifties or sixties. He has a bald head and, in fact, the only hair he seems to have anywhere is a graying beard and a small patch of hair over his thick flaccid dick. He opens his eyes and notices me looking at him. I look up at the ceiling, feeling stupid, and try to relax again. Continue reading

Taking home the trainer

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Done with another session in which I am convinced my trainer is trying to kill me, I limp back towards the locker room and am stopped by another of the trainers whom I’ve never met but have seen around. Like most of the trainers here at Gold’s gym, he is young and in great shape.

“Hey man, I’m Levi,” he says. “Jon told me you’re a massage therapist.”

Jon is my totally hot—and totally straight—trainer. I nod. “That’s right.”

“Any chance you can work out a knot, bro? I tweaked my back this morning and I can’t work it out.”

I want to laugh when he calls me “bro”, but, considering I am easily twenty years his senior, I’m lucky he didn’t call me “Sir”. “I specialize in deep tissue work,” I explain with a smile, trying my best not to overtly check him out. Levi is around my height of 6’, has cropped light brown hair and bright blue eyes. He has smooth, pale skin and looks pretty ripped from what little I can see past his gym pants and black polo shirt. He’s skinnier than the guys who usually catch my attention, but he’s a handsome guy. Continue reading

Blind Date

blindfoldI make it to the Embassy Suites right on time and navigate my way through the large atrium of a lobby. I locate the second phone to the right of the elevators and, as promised, find the key card hidden underneath it. Key in hand, I head up to his room and open the door onto a large, dark hotel room illuminated only by the city lights coming in through the partially drawn curtains. I remain by the door for a minute to allow my eyes to adjust. Slowly, I focus on my prize: The dude I met on Adam4Adam lying naked on his back, head hanging over the foot of the bed, blindfolded with what looks like a black undershirt.

I step towards him, scanning the room for anyone lurking in the shadowy corners. I’m a little nervous, which is always hot, and my cock is doing it’s best to push its way out of my pants. I drop to my knees so that my face is more level with his and inspect the merchandise. He has dark brown hair – long enough to grab yet short enough for the business exec visiting from Atlanta he claims to be. He is clean shaven and looks fairly pale in this light. He gasps when I trace my index finger across his Adam’s apple and down his smooth, muscular neck. He tips his head further back as though he wants me to kiss him.

Not yet, pretty-boy.

I rub my hand down his chest, which causes him to moan and writhe a little. He is thin, yet defined, and he either shaves his body or is amazingly smooth for a thirty-something-year-old. His cock is rock hard and curving up against his belly-button: It’s probably around seven inches but looks huge against his small frame. His online profile claims he is 5’10” but I’m guessing he’s a little shorter, though it’s hard to tell at this angle. I stand up and take another look around the room, finding the lube, condoms and bottles of water on the nightstand just as he promised.

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The Porn Star

big maxI recently came across Big Max online just before midnight on a Tuesday night. I’ve seen him in dozens of porn scenes and knew he worked here in Orange County as an escort, but I have never seen him online before. I assumed it was a waste of time to hit on a famous porn star but I was horny and bored, so I sent him a simple message. “How’s it going tonight, handsome?”

“I’m good,” he wrote back. “Bored and a little horny.”

That got a rise from my eyebrows as well as my dick. “Same here.”

“You a top?” he asked. “I’d love to get fucked tonight.”

That surprised me on several levels: One; Big Max is always the big rough top in his movies. Two; while I’m not ugly, Big Max is stunningly beautiful by anyone’s standards and I wasn’t sure what he expected from me.

“Total dom top here,” I typed back, hoping that kept his attention rather than scaring him away.

We messaged back and forth a few times and before I knew it, I had his address. “What’s your name?” I asked. I’m not sure why, and I was afraid it could offend him, but I was embarrassed to admit that I recognized him from his movies. Recognized, hell: I’ve blown my load watching his scenes at least 100 times.

He said his name was Jason and I told him I’d be at his place in 30 minutes.

I took a quick shower, put on a ball cap and made it to his apartment right on time. He answered the door wearing sweats and an old wife beater that showed off his muscled body. The first thing that surprised me was how short he was: I’m six foot even so he had to be 5’7” at best. The second surprise was that he looked much better than he did in his movies; and even more muscular than I had imagined. His wavy brown hair was wet, so I assumed he just stepped out of the shower. His grey eyes looked tired and if I didn’t know any better, I would have guessed he was shy or nervous. He asked if I wanted a drink and started making polite small talk.

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