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CLOSE BUT NO Back in 1995, when I was really hot for some man on man sex, I placed a personal ad in one of the local Manhattan newspapers. Over the course of a month, I received about 10 responses to the ad but the one that really sticks out in my mind is the one guy that I wound up meeting. Dan was a traveling salesman who lived downtown in New York's famous Greenwich Village. Over the phone, his voice got to me immediately, a rich deep, very masculine bass that sounded really hot. "Thanks for answering my ad, Dan", I began. "You're welcome", he said. "Get many responses to that ad?" "Well not really", I said. "So far, you are the fourth one, and I haven't met anyone yet." "Well why not?", he asked with a good-natured laugh. "Oh, I don't know. No one seemed really anxious ... or .. maybe I am just too fussy." "Well what are you so fussy about?", he asked. "Your ad said that you were looking for someone nice and sweet to hug and kiss with. Didn't anyone meet that criteria?" "Well", I said, "There was one guy who sounded nice but once we got to talking, he sort of just chickened out." "Oh I see", Dan said. Then there was a moment of silence. "So tell me, Dan", I broke the silence and said. "What was there about my ad that attracted you?" "Well Frank", he said. "It sounded sincere, and you sound like a nice guy. What do you look like?" "Um ... I look like ... well they say that I look like Orson Welles, a bit." He laughed again and said, "Oh really? WHICH Orson Welles? The Orson of CITIZEN KANE or of TOUCH OF EVIL?" I laughed out loud at that. For those of you who are not familiar with the career of Orson Welles, he was a director/actor who went from a 25 year old handsome man (KANE) to a late middle aged fat, unattractive porker (EVIL). "I think more like CITIZEN KANE", I said. "But somewhat older than 25." "Well how much older", Dan asked. "Oh about 30 years older", I said. "So you are 55 years old, huh?", he asked. "And are you fat?" "No, no!", I assured him. I am really medium build. They say that I am a cute teddy bear." "So you are hairy then?", he said. "Well yes I am", I said. "Though more on my body than on my head. Mind you, I am not bald but receding. It runs in the family." "Oh that's ok", he said. "Some of my best lovers have been receding for years!" And he laughed that great deep masculine laugh of his. "Well you sound nice, Dan", I said. "Tell me about you." "Well", he said. "First of all, I am a good looking man, and everybody says so. I'm tall too. Last time I measured, I was 6 feet 3 inches." "Oh wow!", I said. "You are a BIG boy! How much do you weigh?" "Oh in the neighborhood of 225 pounds.", he answered. "Well you are big in all ways!", I said. "You might be too much for me! I'm only 5 feet 8 inches and a mere 175 pounds." "No problem", he said. "Don't worry about my size. I have a nice broad chest and nice shoulders that you would probably like to feel. And I am mostly smooth, just as you asked for in your ad. And I'm younger than you. That should turn you on." "How much younger are you?", I asked. "I'm 45", he said. "Well that sounds nice to me. I'd like to get near that broad chest of yours and feel it", I said. "Well OK", he said enthusiastically. "That sounds good to me. By the way", he asked, "do you smoke?" "Oh no", I said. I gave up cigarettes long ago." "I'm not talking about cigarettes", he said. "I mean cigars. I love to sit around with my friends and watch TV, have some beers, and smoke a fine cigar. Would that bother you, if I smoked?" I was getting somewhat turned off by the smoke talk but didn't want to lose this opportunity of possibly having a good time in bed with this hunk. So I said, "It doesn't necessarily turn me off, Dan. I guess it depends how many you smoke at one time", I laughed. "Ah not too many", he said. "Just enough to put me in the mood. I have really fine Havanas. I have a friend in Miami who gets them for me." "Oh! Contraband", I said. "You have any more vices?" He laughed. "Yeah, as a matter of fact, I do. But you probably will like most of them." I laughed in return. "Well I can't wait to discover what they are. When can we meet?" "Tomorrow night good for you?", he asked. "Yeah! Perfect", I said. "Great!" he said. "Let's do it!" |
| Dan gave me his address and we made an after dinner
date for nine PM. The following night, I took the subway down from my Upper
West Side apartment and arrived at Dan's place at nine on the dot. Dan
opened the door and his appearance took my breath away. He was a huge
massive guy, very handsome, with a great BIG body. He had a great smile,
nice wavy dark hair, and great smooth skin. Just to look at him made me very
hot. All he had on was a pair of briefs. Nothing else, and his body was very
well developed and muscular. After what seemed a minute or so, he laughed
and said, "Well Frank, are you going to come in or are you just going to
stand there eating me up with your eyes, or do you want to come in and do it
with your mouth?" "Oh sorry", I said. "I just was admiring you. That's all." "Well you better come in", he said, "and do it inside the apartment. I don't want my neighbors to open their doors and see us standing here just gawking. They're all a bunch of nosey bastards anyway, and they don't like gay people." "Oh! Right!", I said. "I've known a few people like that." Dan laughed and took my hand and shook it, practically pulling me into his apartment and shutting and locking the door. "Ok", he said. "Well Frank, you are not a bad looking fellow. A little more hairy on the arms than I usually like but you seem sweet enough." "Thanks", I said. "I'm glad you approve. You are really nice looking, Dan. I like your size. All that delicious looking body seems very nice to me." "OK", he said smiling. "Let's sit down a while and watch some TV." We went into his living room and I sat down on the sofa that dominated the room. Dan went into the kitchen and called out, "Relax Frank. I'll be right out. Just want to get us a couple of beers. A few minutes later, he came into the living room holding two bottles of Heineken, one of which he handed to me. I really would have preferred a glass but I wasn't going to make a big issue out of it anyway. I really didn't feel like having a beer. All I wanted to do was climb on top of him and go at his body with my mouth and fingers. But I didn't want to appear impolite. So I took the beer and began to drink it. "Hope you like Heineken", he said. "That's all I have." "Oh yeah", I said nodding. "Heineken is cool!" I wanted him to sit down next to me so we could start petting but he walked over to the 30 inch TV directly across from the sofa and picking up the remote, he turned the TV on. The channel was in the midst of a Mets game. They were playing the Dodgers and it seemed that Los Angeles was kicking the shit out of them. Not that I give a good goddamn about baseball or any other spectator sports for that matter. The only sport I care about is one in which I am participating along with another guy, and that's about the best sweat I can work up as far as I am concerned. I was itching to get started. My cock felt like it would burst out of my pants every time I looked at Dan's practically naked body but he had to have his beer and his TV. You know some guys like that. They answer your ad and they invite you to their place and they show up at the door with no clothes on, and you think, Oh Boy! We're ready to go! And then they go into some stalling bullshit. I don't mind a bit of mental foreplay but TV sports is not my idea of a warm-up for good hot sex. Well, after standing there near the TV set and making some inane comments about how the Mets suck [like who gives a fuck? The only sucking that was on my mind was the kind involving one guy filling his mouth and throat with good old thick, hard, prime, man-beef, belonging to another guy, and the bigger and thicker and harder, the better.], Dan finally came over and sat down on the sofa next to me. I put down my Heineken on the coffee table and turned to him. Placing my hand on his chest, I said, "Hey big boy! You sure feel nice. Just as nice as you look." I began to rub his chest. I leaned in and pressed my mouth against one of his tits and began to suck on him." "Wait a second, guy", he said. "Let's finish our beers. I want to see how this inning turns out. Maybe the Mets can pull ahead." I sat up, looking at him. I couldn't believe my ears! A beautiful, naked guy is sitting next to me who invited me to come up and have sex with him, and he wants to see if the fucking ball club will pull ahead in this inning. Is he out of his mind? All I want to do is pull a head out of those little briefs that are containing my swallow stick, and he wants to watch a stupid ball game. "Sorry", I said. "I thought you were ready for some serious fucking around." "Yeah! Yeah", he said, entranced by the action on the tube more than by the ready action sitting by his side. 'In a minute. There's no hurry. You just got here." I sighed and leaned back on the sofa and began to watch the TV with him. What could I say? I mean, after all, I AM a guest in his home, a guest he invited to hug and kiss him! |
| A few minutes passed and my
cock hadn't stopped throbbing, me sitting next to this mountain of succulent
man-flesh! He finished his beer and put it down on the table, and turned to
me. He smiled and said, "Hey Frank, I hope you don't think me rude." "No no", I assured him. "Not at all." He placed his hand on my thigh and said, "Good, because I want to ask you something and I am kind of embarrassed." When he touched my leg I almost jumped out of my skin! "Hey!", I said. "No need to be embarrassed in front of me. I am a real easygoing guy. Just ask and I'll be agreeable to anything! I MEAN ANYTHING AT ALL! What do you want?" "Well", he said, looking sheepish. "I see you didn't finish your beer and I was wondering if you would mind if I finished it. I don't like to see good beer go to waste." "Huh?", I said. "What? My beer? Oh! Oh SURE! Take it. By all means. I've had enough." "Thanks", he said smiling, as he reached across and picked up my beer from the coffee table where it had already lost any head it could ever get for me. "Listen Dan", I said. "It's really gotten hot in here. Do you mind if I take my clothes off?" "Go right ahead", he said. "Look at me. I don't have any on." "Yeah", I laughed. "I noticed. That's one of the reasons I feel hot in here." I don't know if he got what I had just said or not. There was no response from him. He just sat there, drinking my beer, his eyes glued to the TV. I got completely undressed, hoping that the sight of my nakedness would distract him enough so that he would stop watching the Mets and the Dodgers, and start watching me. A minutes later he turned to me and said, "Frank, can you pick your clothes up off the floor and place them on that chair there? I'll be with you in a min." I got up and did as he asked, laying my clothes neatly on the chair he had indicated. I walked around the back of the sofa and leaned over him, then I bent down and placed my arm around his neck and kissed the side of his throat. He looked up at me for a minute and smiled. Then he looked back at the TV. Jesus! I was getting frustrated. Touching his skin made me crazy, crazier than I had been just looking at him. I came around the side of the sofa and stood in front of him, looking down at him. Because I was now blocking his view of the TV, he placed his hand on my naked leg to indicate that he wanted me to move out of the way. The touch of his hand on my leg made my cock bounce up and made me leap on him. He struggled some as I straddled his lap and threw my arms around his neck, and pressed my lips against his. But he only struggled a little bit and laughed as I held on tight to him. My fingers went to his neck and I caressed and pressed into the soft part of his throat. "Hey", he said. "You're choking me!" |
| "Are you
going to stop watching that fucking game or not?" Before he could answer, I slid down a little and wrapped my arms around his back and started sucking on his tits. He moaned a little and wriggled some. Then I heard him say, "You are really an eager beaver about this, aren't you? Can you just let me see how this inning ends? "Oh my God!", I said. "For crying out loud! OK. Watch the inning. See how it turns out and let me know?" I got off his lap and went over to the chair and picked up my underwear. "Hey Frank", he called. "Wait a minute. Where are you going? We haven't even made love yet!" "What?", I said. "Made love? You mean you want to make love with me? What about the Mets? Wouldn't you rather make love with them?" He laughed. "Well there is no need to get an attitude. It's not like I don't know you are here. I just need to get a little warmed up." "Well I am already warmed up enough for the both of us. Either that fucking TV goes off or I am out of here. And I don't give a rat's ass how the Mets do!" "Oh all right", he said. "If you are going to be like that. OK." He picked up the remote and the set went dead. "There! You satisfied?", he said like a kid who has just had his ice cream taken away form him. I gritted my teeth and said nothing. I was conflicted. I wanted to leave but I couldn't get my mind off the thought of all that massive man flesh waiting to be devoured. "Well", he said. "I guess you want to go to bed, huh?" I nodded. "Isn't that the general idea of why I am here?" "I guess", he said. He stood up and walked around the coffee table and pointed. "The bedroom is right in there. Why don't you just go in and lie down? I'll be right in. Have to go get something." "Oh yeah. Glad you got condoms. I forgot to pick some up on the way over here", I said as I walked into the bedroom. I lay down on the bed. It was soft and really felt nice. Dan had picked out some really good stuff for his apartment. You wouldn't think he would care that much, being a traveling salesman and spending a lot of time away from home. But he seemed to take pride in his place. It had a real homey atmosphere. I began to relax as I waited for him to come in. A minute later he was at the bedroom door. I looked at him and sat up in amazement. The thing that he had gone to get was not condoms. It was what he had sticking out of his mouth, a big fat cigar! Dan was standing there in the doorway, smoking a stinking cigar! In his hand, he held out another one, unlit. "Here. You take one too. I always smoke cigars with my buddies. Relaxes me." "I'm not smoking anything", I screamed, "except the cigar in your shorts!" He seemed a bit taken aback. He just stood there in the doorway, looking at me. I got out of bed and took him by the hand and led him over to the bed. He didn't say a word. He just looked at me as though I were entirely devoid of understanding the things in life that make a man a man like drinking beers while you are watching a boring baseball game, or smoking a fine Havana cigar with your buddies. I almost tore the cigar out of his mouth and mashed it out in the ashtray on the end-table near the bed. "Hey", he finally said. "That was a good expensive cigar." I took the other cigar out of his hand, the unlit one that he had brought in for me, and laid it on the table, saying, "Here! You can have mine after we are finished doing what I came here to do; what you INVITED me here to do!" Without waiting a minute more, I pulled down his briefs and he stepped out of them. I looked at his cock. I got down on my knees in front of him. It was flaccid. I grabbed hold of it and caressed it. Nothing happened. I took it in my mouth and began to suck him. Still nothing happened. I let it fall out of my mouth and looked up at him. He was grinning like a fool. "I'm sorry, Frank", he said, "but when I have a few beers, it takes me a while to get hard. Down on the floor, on my knees, my mind is racing. I am thinking to myself, "He can't get hard. I know his mouth tastes like shit by now so I ain't going to kiss him. What's left for me to do? I want to get off after all this bullshit." Right there and then, he read my mind. "I know", he said. "Why don't I just lie down in bed and you get on top of me and fuck me?" Without a word further, he flopped down on the bed on his stomach. "Come on, Frank!", he said. "Take my fuck hole! My ass could use a nice dick. It's been a while since a lover has filled me up." By this time, as mad as I was, I was still a man, and as Lenny Bruce once said, no matter if a guy has his foot cut off, he still wants to get himself off. So angry or not, I still had a hardon for this big, beautiful, stupid fuck. I didn't say shit. I just got on him, managed to screw myself into him without the benefit of a scumbag, and started pounding him as my mouth kissed and sucked on the flesh of his back and shoulders. My mind went a bit crazy as I fucked him and I forgot how mad I was because his asshole felt so good! I held on to him and started moaning and saying hot things about how good it felt to finally be on him, in him, with him. I even began to call him 'baby' and 'sweetheart'. The pumping got harder and faster. The intensity grew and my balls were screaming now, and then I could feel the cum getting ready to squirt out, into his waiting asshole! |
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was cuming hot and heavy now. I screamed, "Danny baby!", as the fuck milk
left my squirt slit and shot into his asshole. With a heavy breath, I pumped
into him until every bit of fuck feeling was finished and everything slowed
down. I lay there on top of him and was about to say something dumb, like,
"It was good for me; good for you?" when suddenly I heard a noise coming
from beneath. I couldn't believe it but it was the sound of snoring! The son
of a bitch had fallen asleep on me even while being fucked! I pulled out of him, went into the shower and cleaned up, and got dressed. I looked over at my big, hot lover who was sound asleep and still making unattractive whistling sounds with every exhale. I was about to leave when I remembered how Dan did not like to waste anything. I walked over to the end table and picked up my unlit cigar and carefully rammed it into Dan's asshole. He wiggled a bit but remained asleep. I let myself out of his apartment. When I entered my own apartment, the phone was ringing. I picked it up, already knowing who it was, It was Dan, and he sounded angry. "You know", he loudly said in my ear, "You have a nerve, Frank. I just want to ask you one simple question." "Not giving a fuck what his question might be, I said, "OK, You have a question and I have an answer. I think the fucking Mets lost the game!" THE END |
