appointment with a pleasant-sounding young guy to see the room.
“I’m Zeke,” he said, sticking out his hand when I showed up at the address he’d given. The apartment was pretty small, just a living room, kitchenette, and two bedrooms with a tiny bathroom in between. Zeke, as I’d suspected, was a lot more pleasant to look at. He was college-aged, like me, with longish brown hair, a gold hoop earring, and a neatly trimmed goatee.
I played along as he showed me the room, hiding my grin when I saw the heaps of all-male magazines and videos strewn around the bare-wood floor. Eventually, I told him that my friend Barry had pointed out his ad to me.
“Oh, Barry, yeah,” he said, breaking out in an unmistakably horny grin. “He came to see the place last week. Big guy,” he added after a moment, and his eyes dipped down to my crotch.
“I’m not so small myself, as a matter of fact,” I said, unbuttoning my 501s as Zeke’s mouth literally started watering. I’d come prepared, and in no time I was capped in a mint-flavored rubber. Zeke peeled off his short, revealing a skinny chest with a trail of dark hair from his tits to his pubes, but left his jeans on for the moment.
For a few moments, Zeke didn’t close his jaws. He just let my rigid tool hover there, poised in the center of his open mouth, stimulated only by the warm current of his breath. Then he tilted his head back, gingerly extended the tip of his tongue, and encircled my mushroom-shaped dome.
Pretty soon, he’d sucked me all the way down and gnawed on my balls. That just about sent me over the edge. A rough climax took over my senses as I jammed myself as deeply inside him as I could go. As the spunk rushed out of me to fill the condom, I began pumping my hips madly, my bloated nutsac slapping his bearded chin. The stiff little hairs tickled, getting me off even more intensely.
I was still coming hard when Zeke made these fake swallowing movements with his throat, like I was pouring fine wine into his gullet. At the same time, he unzipped his own jeans and started pulling his prong, blowing a load of cum onto the floor between us. The spicy aroma reached my nostrils too, and for a moment there it really seemed like he was drinking my sauce. To complete the illusion, he scooped up some of his own and smeared it all over his chin and chest hairs.
When I had nothing left to give, I pulled my cock out of his mouth with a pop.
“Say hi to Barry for me,” he said.
“I will. And I’ll think about the room.”
“You do that,” he said, grinning. “You can see it again sometime if you want.”
I nodded and left, my nuts throbbing happily in my cum-stained shorts. One day soon I just might do that.
Yes, Master
Take a walk on the steamy side of town with YES, MASTER, a hot new collection of four scorching m/m tales by Tavish Lee.
In FARM HANDS, Billy decides to hire some new farm workers from the pool of eager college students on break. It doesn’t take him long to find just the guy. Jimmy Joe is a student at the nearby university who’s grown up working the land with his family. Billy’s willing to give him a chance and teach him everything he needs to know, but in the process Jimmy Joe will have to lose something: his cherry.
DIFFERENT STROKES heads to a popular gay seaside resort, where two longtime companions decide to spice up their relationship by slipping into the shadowed entrance to the local underground leather bar. There they encounter the legendary Styx, master of the underworld, who has plenty to teach them about starting over.
In GORDON’S GAME, a newcomer to San Francisco in the carefree days of 1977 decides to get his feet—and plenty else—wet in the big leagues when he ventures out into the local bar scene for the very first time.
Finally, a magnificent top named Warlock leaves his playmates SPELLBOUND when he reaches for the black riding crop on his wide belt and the pair of handcuffs swinging from his
“I’m Zeke,” he said, sticking out his hand when I showed up at the address he’d given. The apartment was pretty small, just a living room, kitchenette, and two bedrooms with a tiny bathroom in between. Zeke, as I’d suspected, was a lot more pleasant to look at. He was college-aged, like me, with longish brown hair, a gold hoop earring, and a neatly trimmed goatee.
I played along as he showed me the room, hiding my grin when I saw the heaps of all-male magazines and videos strewn around the bare-wood floor. Eventually, I told him that my friend Barry had pointed out his ad to me.
“Oh, Barry, yeah,” he said, breaking out in an unmistakably horny grin. “He came to see the place last week. Big guy,” he added after a moment, and his eyes dipped down to my crotch.
“I’m not so small myself, as a matter of fact,” I said, unbuttoning my 501s as Zeke’s mouth literally started watering. I’d come prepared, and in no time I was capped in a mint-flavored rubber. Zeke peeled off his short, revealing a skinny chest with a trail of dark hair from his tits to his pubes, but left his jeans on for the moment.
For a few moments, Zeke didn’t close his jaws. He just let my rigid tool hover there, poised in the center of his open mouth, stimulated only by the warm current of his breath. Then he tilted his head back, gingerly extended the tip of his tongue, and encircled my mushroom-shaped dome.
Pretty soon, he’d sucked me all the way down and gnawed on my balls. That just about sent me over the edge. A rough climax took over my senses as I jammed myself as deeply inside him as I could go. As the spunk rushed out of me to fill the condom, I began pumping my hips madly, my bloated nutsac slapping his bearded chin. The stiff little hairs tickled, getting me off even more intensely.
I was still coming hard when Zeke made these fake swallowing movements with his throat, like I was pouring fine wine into his gullet. At the same time, he unzipped his own jeans and started pulling his prong, blowing a load of cum onto the floor between us. The spicy aroma reached my nostrils too, and for a moment there it really seemed like he was drinking my sauce. To complete the illusion, he scooped up some of his own and smeared it all over his chin and chest hairs.
When I had nothing left to give, I pulled my cock out of his mouth with a pop.
“Say hi to Barry for me,” he said.
“I will. And I’ll think about the room.”
“You do that,” he said, grinning. “You can see it again sometime if you want.”
I nodded and left, my nuts throbbing happily in my cum-stained shorts. One day soon I just might do that.
Yes, Master
Take a walk on the steamy side of town with YES, MASTER, a hot new collection of four scorching m/m tales by Tavish Lee.
In FARM HANDS, Billy decides to hire some new farm workers from the pool of eager college students on break. It doesn’t take him long to find just the guy. Jimmy Joe is a student at the nearby university who’s grown up working the land with his family. Billy’s willing to give him a chance and teach him everything he needs to know, but in the process Jimmy Joe will have to lose something: his cherry.
DIFFERENT STROKES heads to a popular gay seaside resort, where two longtime companions decide to spice up their relationship by slipping into the shadowed entrance to the local underground leather bar. There they encounter the legendary Styx, master of the underworld, who has plenty to teach them about starting over.
In GORDON’S GAME, a newcomer to San Francisco in the carefree days of 1977 decides to get his feet—and plenty else—wet in the big leagues when he ventures out into the local bar scene for the very first time.
Finally, a magnificent top named Warlock leaves his playmates SPELLBOUND when he reaches for the black riding crop on his wide belt and the pair of handcuffs swinging from his
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