Gay Erotic Stories

Geoffrey, Part 6 The video, which had been running unwatched but providing the musical background for our sexual romps of the last hour, ended in a loud blast of electronic fuzz. Gradually, we were roused from our stupor, arms moving, stretching, caressing, legs straightening, eyes blinking open. Freddy crawled off the bed and stood up. Three pairs of disinterested eyes watched his naked body as he crossed the room and turned off the television’s switch. The screen faded into blackness and the noise stopped. In the stillness, he pushed rewind on the video player and it whirred into action as he crossed the room again and sat on the edge of the bed nearest Geoffrey and me. He looked at us, then at Lisa, lying there beside us. “Thanks,” he said, simply. “Fuck, man, no problem,” said Geoffrey. “Glad to have had you.” He laughed at his own little joke. In truth, he had had us all in what might well have been an average evening for him, but was a once in a lifetime experience for the rest of us, or at least for me and probably for Freddy. Lisa seemed to have performed her part a little too readily and too well for someone who was uninitiated, as the two of us were. Lisa finally stirred and reached for her panties. She pulled them on and then her tee shirt before walking to the bathroom. Coming back out again, she found her jeans and began to pull them on. Geoffrey and I watched from the bed. Freddy too began to dress, awkwardly now, knowing that we were watching his every movement. He turned his back on us as he dressed, which brought a little giggle from Geoffrey: like we hadn’t seen his cock and balls already, eh? Seen them? We had played with them, licked them, jerked them and sucked them. We weren’t strangers, if you know what I mean. But still, the lovemaking over, Freddy was suddenly shy. The two finished dressing about the same time. Lisa came over and kissed us, a long, sucking kiss for Geoffrey, and a polite, daughterly kiss for me, not that a daughter would have done with me what she did! Freddy just shook hands with us, formal now. “Thanks again,” he said. “You were awesome!” Geoffrey reached over and grabbed him by the crotch. “You were pretty awesome yourself, man,” he said, giving Freddy’s balls and cock a gentle squeeze. Freddy blushed, but accepted the praise willingly. Then he turned and he and Lisa left the room, closing the door behind them. We lay in silence for a few minutes, Geoffrey tracing little circles around my nipples with his index finger, while I stroked his arm, and felt his weight pressing against my body. I was exhausted. I wanted to sleep. But I didn’t want this moment to end. How could this twenty-year-old kid, someone that I never even knew existed a day ago, have confused my life so much? I was happy in my job, happy in the regular routine of my daily existence. But I had never released myself so freely to anyone. I never married. I’d dated, but never had a lover, never even had a one-night stand before. Not that I didn’t want to, I had needs for love and companionship, just like everybody else, but I was never presented with an opportunity to be close to someone else, in a physical sense. Not until I picked up Geoffrey on the side of the road near my home town. “I’m hungry,” Geoffrey said, suddenly. “Fuckin’ and suckin’ sure gives a man an appetite. Any late night joints around here? Anything open? Can we get something to eat? What about ordering out for a pizza? We need to build up our energy, you know. I still have a promise to keep.” The mere mention of that promise brought a stirring to my flaccid cock, and a thrill of excitement made my body shiver. Did I really have the energy to have another go with Geoffrey? Perhaps he was right: a little bit to eat would revive me. “We passed an all night fast food place on a corner back down the road a bit, on the way into the city,” I said. “Feel like a burger?” “That’s exactly what I feel like right now,” Geoffrey said. As he turned to stand at the edge of the bed, he saw my cock, now at half mast and slowly rising. He looked at me and smiled. “Whatever you’re thinking, hold that thought till we get some food, man. I really want another piece of you before this night’s over.” We dressed quickly and went out to the car. As we drove down the street, we passed Freddy and Lisa, leaning into a tall hedge at the side of the street, kissing deeply and with passion. Freddy had his hand up inside Lisa’s tee shirt, and she had her hand on his crotch. It looked like they weren’t through for the night yet either. Geoffrey rolled down his window as we approached and yelled out, “Don’t do anything we wouldn’t do!” Startled, they broke their embrace. Seeing it was us, they both grinned and waved as we passed by. “Give her hell, Freddy,” Geoffrey yelled before they were out of earshot. “Fuck her real good!” They waved and laughed. I could see in my rear view mirror that Lisa’s hand was back on Freddy’s bulge and he was grasping her breast again before we turned the corner and they were gone from our view. “Hot little number, that Lisa,” Geoffrey said. “Freddy’ll have his hands full for a while with that one. She won’t stay with him though. He’s too tame. She needs a wild man to satisfy her. Someone with a cock like mine, if she can find one.” We were not long at the restaurant. Actually, only the drive-thru was open, so we got burgers, fries and Cokes to go, and drove back to the motel. We had pretty well finished eating by the time we pulled up in front of our room. Once inside, Geoffrey turned and put his hands on my chest. “You ready for the big fella now, Bill? I want to fuck your ass, just like I said I would. I want to hold you, and feel you hold me. I want to feel your lips against mine, and I want to suck your cock dry!” He pulled me towards him and we kissed, his tongue searching for mine, his hands reaching down for my belt. “Geoffrey,” I said, when we broke our kiss to undo each other’s buttons. Geoffrey looked at me as if he could read my mind. “Don’t say it, man,” he said. “It’s going to be hard enough to leave you in the morning. Let’s just live for this moment.” I held back my tears, and hugged him to me again, my expression of undying love unuttered. Instead, I kissed him again with every ounce of love and passion I could muster. Geoffrey hugged me back, and leaned me into the bed. I sat on the edge, then lay back, with my legs dangling down, and Geoffrey on top of me. His hands were searching me now, trying to find new areas to explore, but he already knew my body so well, there was nothing new to learn. He broke the kiss and licked his way down my chest. Reaching my waist, he finished opening my belt buckle and undid the button, then pulled the zipper down. He hoisted my body and pulled my pants off, dropping them on the floor at the bottom of the bed. I lay there, his toy, basking in all the attention this young stud was giving my middle-aged body. He pulled my underwear down and off, then lay across me as he pulled my shirt over one shoulder, then the other. I lifted my arms so he could pull the shirt off me and then I lay there, naked. Geoffrey went back to licking my chest. He nibbled on my chest hair, and teased my nipples, first with his tongue, then with his teeth. He lifted my arms over my head and nibbled his way into my armpits, first one side, then the other. He sniffed my man odor, strong from the sweating of the last few hours, musty, sensual. He licked me there, sucking on the longer hair that grew there. It was as if he could not get enough of my flavor. Then he rose off me and took his own clothes off. I lay there and watched, once again admiring, no, marveling at his fine, young, strong body. He was my Adonis, my Greek god, my love forever. Dropping his red briefs to the floor and stepping out of them, he stood there in his youthful, proud, naked glory, mine to stare at for all eternity; at least in my memory, if not in fact. Then he lay across me again, and nibbled on my neck. I could feel his semi-hard cock lying across my abdomen, swelling even as he lay there, inching its way up my stomach as it hardened. When it was ready, he leaned back again, lifting himself off me, lifting my legs that dangled over the end of the bed, and pushing my knees forward towards my shoulders. Oh, if only I didn’t have that middle aged spread, my “love handles”, as he called my excess body fat that first time. But I sucked in my breath, and he pushed my knees towards my shoulders, my ass bare and ready for his approaching cock. Geoffrey spit on his fingers and rubbed at my bum hole with the moist ends of his middle finger. Once lubricated, his finger slipped in, and he worked it around, as if searching for something. Then he hit it: I knew from reading porno magazine stories that it must have been my prostate, but no one had ever put anything up there before, and I had never experienced such a thrill before. He caressed it, and I began to moan and shift my body from side to side. He pulled his finger out and replaced it with two. The extra thickness stretched my ass hole and it seemed to be full, but seconds later he had a third finger in, and began sliding them in and out. With this stimulation, my muscles relaxed even more and before I knew it, he had a fourth finger inside me. “I think you’re ready now,” Geoffrey panted, already swept up in the passion of the moment. His fingers slipped out to be replaced with something thicker, longer, hotter. He pushed his cock in, a little at a time, unsure if I would be able to take all twelve inches. There was no pain, only a sense of fullness, and he pushed further, and then further still, filling me with his massive rock hard cock. Finally, I felt his balls touching me and I knew he was all the way in. Happy to have him there, I reached my arms out and drew his body to me. He collapsed on top of me, and it felt as if our two bodies were one. Then he began to fuck me, kissing my face as he moved his cock in and out, in and out. I threw my head back, and he kissed my neck, sucking on it, kissing it, sucking again. In and out he went, and gradually he picked up the pace. I was bouncing on the bed, trying to give an up thrust of my hips for every down thrust of his. As big as it was, I wanted more of his cock in me. I strained to make room for every inch of it. His own lust was now taking over, and he began pumping into me more rapidly and more aggressively. He was panting now, and so was I. His cock slid back and fourth over my prostate, and I knew pleasure like I had never known it before. The pleasure grew and grew, and I was groaning under his weight as he pounded his cock into my ass. Faster now, and harder still he went, and I could only hold on and go along for the ride. My own cock forgotten, it had softened, all my sexual desire centered in my ass. My soft cock slapped my stomach, my balls bounced under the sheer force of his inward thrusts. He was moaning now, clawing at me with his hands, biting me with his teeth. His passion was mounting higher and higher, and his cock seemed to swell even more inside me. And then he gave a tremendous shudder, and his hot cum filled my ass hole. Still he plunged in and out, short bursts of speed, then pauses, then more short bursts, and spurt after spurt filled me with his manly nectar. Then he slowed, and then he stopped, and then he lay against me, exhausted, his rapidly softening cock still filling me. I squeezed my muscles, trying to hold him in, but instead, pushed him out. His cum dripped from my ass hole onto the bed. He lay on me, panting, and I stroked his hair, wet with his sweat. Minutes passed, and his breathing slowed, and his pulse, which I felt with my body under his, slowed. He lifted his head and kissed me on the lips, and I kissed back. I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him to me, never wanting to let him go. He lay there and let me love him. Soon, however, he began to stir. He kissed my lips again, then my neck, and then he lifted his body and kissed his way down my stomach. My cock, soft now, was his target and once he found it and drew it into his mouth, it began to stiffen and enlarge. He licked under my foreskin, sucking the pearly drops of precum from the little slit at the end as they oozed out. Rising a bit more, he reached one hand under and found my balls, sweating and moist from his own exertions. “You don’t need to do this,” I said, but not wanting his to stop. “I want to,” he replied. “The fuckin’ was good for both of us, but your cock needs release, too. Let me take you to heaven!” And he did. He licked my cock with his tongue, and then my balls, and my cock grew harder and longer in his mouth. Fully erect now, I gave in to my lust, and let him lead me down the path to that glorious ultimate release of desire. He sucked me until I began bucking from the hip, and he let me take over, fucking his face as I threw my hips up and thrust my cock deep into his mouth again and again. But I tired quickly, and he took over once again. In and out of his mouth my cock went as he lifted and dropped his head. He rubbed my balls together with his hands, then teased the hairs on my inner thighs. My pleasure soon reached its peak and I blew my load into his mouth. Over and over my cum spurted, and over and over I thrust my hips up, trying to drive my cock into his very being, to make us one. And then I passed the peak and gradually I slowed and stopped. He sucked on, draining every last bit of cum from my cock. Then he crawled along my body till he reached my head and we kissed. Locked in each other’s arms, we slept. Geoffrey was gone when I woke in the morning. His new clothes were there, though I didn’t find his red underwear so he must have taken that much with him at least. Even the change from the twenty I left him for his lunch was there. Only his dirty clothes were gone, and his knapsack. Also, the case I carry my business cards lay open on the desk. Did he take one with him? Does that mean he will contact me some day? I couldn’t wait. I drove out to the highway, hoping to find him there, to beg him to stay with me just a little longer. I would have driven him all the way back to Texas if he would have let me. But I didn’t find him. I never went to the conference. Instead, I returned home and the first day back at work the next week I met with my boss to arrange for a leave of absence. He saw in my eyes that it was a leave, or I would quit. “A much needed vacation, long overdue,” he said. “You’ve been working too hard!” He told me to take two months off, with pay. It was true, I guess. I hadn’t had a real vacation in over four years. I had a lot of things to do around the house, most of which are still not done, and I had some heavy thinking to do. That and I started working with a trainer at the local gym. “Middle aged and desperate,” I told him. He thought I meant women, and said he’d have those love handles off me in six months. I can see a change all ready. Over the three weeks that have passed since I last saw Geoffrey, he has not been out of my thoughts for a minute. I have a flight booked for Dallas, where I hope to begin my search of all the labs in the state where young men like Geoffrey might have found working milking rattle snakes. Someone will know him. Geoffrey does not walk through this life unnoticed! When I find him, and I will, I’ll ask him to come back home with me, or I’ll stay in Texas with him. He’s young, I know, and he has a greater sex drive than I can satisfy alone. But, if he’ll have me, even for a little while, I want to be with him for as long as I can.