After-Hours Hour

Alone, in my bedroom, my finger tips instinctively brushed across my nipples, as I watched my screen. I had discovered long ago how much it turned me on. How much just simply touching them could almost instantly lower my inhabitions and make my cock ache, at the same time.

I watched my screen as a fit, handsome man kissed his way down the belly of another. I had been there. I knew that lust and pleasure.

The guy on my screen paused at the other's cock. Breathing it in, drinking it in with his eyes. You could see his lust. I knew that lust. Cock can be so alluring, can't it? Oh, how I wished to be in that position again, like I had been on that beach, so many years before...

Years before, it had been a warm afternoon under the sun. I had only met him an hour or so earlier, but now found him laying back on my day bed as the warm breeze blow and billowed through the white curtains that surrounded us. His shirt off, his tan, hair covered chest and flat, toned belly were such a stark contrast against the white sheet.

It seemed a scene out of a romance novel. I had been with a few men before. They had always been the most sensual and erotic of encounters. Nothing had ever turned me on more. I could feel that same electricity now. A heat, beyond just the sun's.

As he laid back, the bulge in his pants drew my eyes like a moth to a flame. Through his thin, white pants, I could see his sexy, bright red, small speedos. He caught me and smiled. I had never wanted a man more.

I leaned over and kissed his hairy, toned chest. I kissed down his belly as my lust built and built. His stomach quaked as I slowly pulled on his pants drawstring. He laughed, asking, "Here? Now?"

It wasn't that crowded. There was no one that close.

I soflty kissed his bulge as he smiled. He just titled his head back and shook his brown, curly, mop of hair from side to side, as if reluctantly yielding.

I lowered his waistband. Nothing but the thin, tight material of his little swimsuit was now between my mouth and his cock. Dark, curly leg hair ran down the inside of his thighs. I kissed all around it. Again, I kissed his bulge. Slowly, I tugged on his swimsuit and revealed a thick mound of dark pubic hair. I ran my face through it and let it tickle my nose. I breathed in his intoxicating scent. More tugs now to expose the base of his shaft. Nothing is sexier than to be so close to a man's cock, yet to still just tease it and take one's time to enjoy it.

I kissed and licked him as more of his cock came into view. Another tug and his beautiful, cock finally flopped out. I think I sighed, maybe I moaned. I licked and sucked on his hairy balls, before kissing all along his shaft. He moaned and I felt his hand caress the side of my face.

His cock strained and throbbed in the air. So hard, so drool worthy. Licking it seemed an honor, my greatest pleasure. I sucked him, loving the way his manly cock felt as it filled my mouth and stretched my lips.

His sexy moans, his trembling body. He held my head and bucked his hips. I quickly tasted his semen as it spurted out. I tasted it and loved it. I felt it slide down my throat, thick and wonderful. Swallowing cum is hypnotic and joyful, even instinctual.

- Now, years later, back in my bedroom, I watched my screen, jealously. The man laying down raised his head. Their eyes met, they exchanged knowing smiles. As if by instinct, he raised his legs and pinned them to his chest. You could see it, you could almost feel it. It was pure lust. The other passioantely pushed his face into him. Buried his face into him. Pure lust for a man's body. He licked his sexy, hairy hole.

My memories came flooding back...

My first time had been with a friend, in the loft of a snowed in cabin. Everyone else had gone out for the evening, leaving us alone. With a fire crackling below, there was only it's flickering glow in the loft above. We just layed there, under a mountain of pillows and loose blankets, but my mind was racing. So horny, so curious, just touching him was electric. It sent jolts through me, making my tingle and feel light headed.

I wondered if he had felt the same. I just wanted to suck cock so badly.

The air felt thick up there, it felt thick with tension and our labored breathing. Both nerve wracking and thrilling, curious and willing, I moved under the blankets closer to him. I could feel his warmth, his body's heat. So close to his lap, so close to his cock. I felt breathless, I felt overwhelmed, even desperate.

I felt his cock through his pajamas. It was a rush unlike any other. It felt so natural to be touching him, so intimately.. I had never sucked cock, but instinct took over. Quietly, without saying a word, I pulled down on his waistband. He had become so hard, so quickly, I moved my lips across his cock's tip. It felt so good, both soft and firm at the same time.

My mouth seemed to water. My body and brain seemed to react, also. I had a tingle, an all over tingle come over me as I slipped my lips over his cock's head. I slid them up and down his shaft, over and over. Sucking his cock seemed to come so natural. My mouth felt made to fit around him.

After several amazing minutes, I started to stroke him as I sucked and licked on his cock's tip. Again, it all seemed instinctual.

Soft moans, as he seemed to tremble. His thick cum began to flow. Without thinking, I pressed it to my cheek, letting it become coated with his semen. My mouth back on him, I tasted it's amazing flavor and power. The scent and taste consumed my senses. Such power, I felt complete, I felt euphoric.

I did not want to waste my chance to experience more. Without a word, I moved between his legs. I felt so bold, I felt so cum drunk. I guided his legs up, all the way to his chest. Such a wonderful friend, letting me explore and give in like that!

I licked his asshole. It had long been a kinky, late night fantasy. It felt so amazing on my tongue. Somehow, it even tasted amazing. My cock throbbed and leaked and begged for release. I licked his hole with such passion. It was such a turn on. As I licked him, I rubbed my cock and quickly came in my pajamas.

Exploration and experimentation. The very next night, with everyone downstairs, I moved under the blankets again. I pulled down his pajama bottoms. As he layed on his stomach, I planted kisses all over his perfect, cute little ass. Gosh, I loved it. Such a turn on. I could not hide my lusts. It felt so good on my face and lips. It felt so good to give into my lusts.

To my surprise, he rolled over and put his hand on the back of my neck. Without a word, he pulled me down to him, to his mouth. The most wonderful of moments, we kissed! Our tongues touched and caressed as his hand found my hard cock. I could not believe how good it felt! We kissed as we stroked each other. Shaking, quiverimg our lips pressed together, we both came at the same time.

I had not known of his desires. He hadn't known of mine. We found them together.

Our instincts took over.

- I thought about him as I watched my screen. The thrill and pleasure of giving into the powerful urges. Such pleasure for both, I now knew.

I thought about those first nights in the loft. I thought about the man on the beach. I thought about the other amazing man to man encounters that I had. I laid there, rememnering as my hands ran up and down my nude body. I could not help but think, I think that it might be time for another encounter.