***The following is a work of fiction*** I told him I had to go. He said he was going to take that shower, but wanted me to bring him another sandwich in about 15 minutes. That went on all night. I must have fucked Josh for over 6 hours that night. Josh decided to stay over another night and his call for a sandwich came very early the next evening. I was not on duty, however, when Josh called down. I had decided to stay home and call in sick. Admittedly, I was a bit sore from working Hartnett over last night, but I also knew that I did not want to see him again: He was a guy whom I knew would be nothing more than a 'two night' stand. Even though he was somewhat short on brains, I had already developed feelings for him and I knew another evening of hot sex with this guy would leave me vulnerable. And yet I wanted more of him. I could not deny that. That was two months ago. I had some time coming to me at my regular job, so I took a temp job in Salt Lake during the Olympics. You never know when you might get lucky and be able to hit on a hot skier. The site was also a magnet for many other athletes and stars from the entertainment field. It was my night to be off, so I went to the medals venue to hear some music by the Foo Fighters; they are not really my thing, but when it is the only show in town, you go. I was standing in the crowd when this guy brushed by me. The size and shape of his body reminded me of Josh, even though this guy was in heavy winter clothes and had a full ski mask on. I discreetly followed him. He was flying solo and finally came to a stop. I worked my way right behind him and then I knew: it was Josh. I'm sure he was trying to go incognito, so I carefully got right behind him and reached around, grabbed his midsection and whispered in his ear, "Hi Josh, remember me?" Startled, but under control, he looked over his shoulder, stared for a few seconds and said, "Yeah! Sure I do!" I reached down and squeezed his groin and said, "Then let's go!" It took about 15 minutes to get back to my shack; it was a real dump, but I figured Josh wouldn't mind slumming as long as he got the fuck I now knew he wanted. We shared polite talk on the way there, but as soon as we got to my place he told me, "That night you fucked me was so hot, but you never came back. I figured I wasn't good enough for you, that I didn’t interest you." I told him to cut it off right there, and that he was so hot, and I didn't want to take a chance on falling for a dumb fuck like him. I needed to trounce his ego a bit more, so I told him that I was actually here screwing with one of the aerial skiers, Eric Bergoust, but could not see him tonight as he was competing tomorrow. "Josh, you'll just have to settle for being a good one night diversion. Think you can handle that?" That did it: I could see the guy was crushed. I went over and lit the gas fireplace and began to take off my clothes layer by layer. Josh began to do the same. Seeing him there with that puppy dog look on his face and just in his boxers made me remember just how hot this guy was and how great the sex turned out to be that night. Josh must have felt it too, as he became very aggressive and threw me onto my back and began kissing the hell out of me. He tasted so good. "Don't see him!" "Don't see who?" I said "That Eric guy. I will fuck you any day or night you want me. Just fuck me, OK?" I really didn't know what to say. I wasn't sure if he just found me hot, or if he was so insecure that he had to have me and I could have no one else. I told Josh not to worry; I would fuck only him, for as long as he wanted. Josh rolled off of me...and so it began, right there in front of the fire on the soft fake polar bear rug in Salt Lake City. I removed his baggy boxers down to his ankles, then rested my body on top of him and kicked the shorts off him with my feet. Josh moaned with the feel of me on top of him. I guess I'll be hearing a lot of that tonight, I thought to myself. I couldn't tell what was softer: the shaggy bear rug or the feel of his thighs as I began to spread his long lanky legs. My tongue gave his chest a bath and then I Frenched this hot guy till he had totally wrapped his legs and arms around me. I slowly slid down his slender body and when I got to his already hard cock, I kissed it a few times and then slurped the hell out of it. "OOOOOhhhhhhhhh, aaaaaahhhhhhhh, OOOOOhhhhhhh, aaaaaaahhhhhh," he moaned continuously as I ran his dick in and out of my throat. I mounted him so that he could suck my cock while I finished giving his dick a few more sucks before I got down to fucking his waiting hot ass. Besides, it would be good to have his spit on my cock so I wouldn't need any additional lube to ease my way into his 'Hot-nett Hole'. I rolled Josh onto his side, lifted his right leg so that it rested on my shoulder and began to thrust my hips and hard cock into his love tunnel. His rectum sucked me right in and I gently and rhythmically began to fuck this hunk. Each time I would surge deep inside his volcanic ass, he would take a deep breath and heave his chest. I delighted in rubbing his stomach, chest, running my fingers through his narrow trail. That was about all the hair this heartthrob had on his upper body, except for his pits. He liked being rubbed there too. I knew he was going to have a climax soon as he kept grabbing for his cock so he could self drain his jizz. I kept slapping his hand away. I would decide and I would be the one that milked this boy dry, at least during our first fuck that night. I grabbed his stick, stroked it fiercely, and leaned forward. He swiveled his upper torso to face me. I kissed him and his 'Josh juice' shot out all over us. Over the next few hours, I bedded this boy in every imaginable position, each time causing him to cream for me. Just when I thought he couldn't take any more, I ended up fucking him in the hot tub. I felt bad because I knew how insecure he was. I didn't want to turn this hunk into my whore. I decided that I would call in sick and spend the day letting Josh fuck me. Did I say he was stupid? I take it back. Josh controlled me more than any guy I have ever been with. Glad his new movie, “40 Days & 40 Nights,” is pure fiction: We can't even go a day without me humping Hartnett or him jumping my bones!
