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This man was not a man I worked with, a man that I just saw around, but a man that worked for another company in the same building. I would usually see him running off to lunch with one of the girls from the buidling, and we would usually catch each other's eyes in the hallway, on the elevator, and through the window of his office as I was off to one of my appointed rounds.
He had classically beautiful features, smooth, blemish free skin, deep greens eyes with the sparkle of someone vibrant and alive, deep black, shiny hair, and full perfectly formed lips. He was about my height, 5'9" or so, and probably weighed about 165 or so. I could tell from the cut of his pants, the shape of his body under his normally oversized clothes that he was covering a very well built, muscular body. I had always wanted to talk to him, but was shy, so I would say hello, or nod my head and go off to wherever I was headed at the time.
One day, he started a conversation with me, and I was a little frightened at first. We chatted about little nothings for a little while walking outside. Him going to lunch, and I just stepping out to have a cigarette. After a short time, of feeling like I wanted to run and get away, we had begun talking like we had known each other for years. The conversation was lively, and comfortable. Luckily, my office was flexible, as we talked for well over my normal break time. I began excusing myself to return to work, when he suggested going for a drive after work. We decided that tonite would be a good night for that, it was hot, it was a Friday, what the heck.
I worked a couple of hours later than he did, so I ran home during my lunch hour and grabbed a bag with a change of clothes, would hate to stay in work clothes all that time. Just had to get out of that tie at the end of the week. His name was Rick, and the name rang through my mind throughout the rest of the day. I was getting excited about our getting together. Afterall, we had been playing at this for nearly six months before finally talking.
Rick came by the office at the time I was getting off. I had already changed, one of the nice things about being the one to close the place. We met in the hallway outside my office and took the elevator down to the parking garage. He was driving one of those old Ramblers, with a convertable top. It was actually quite nice, clean, and had been reupholstered.
We talked for a while, and decided to drive out to beach, just for the heck of it. I didn't have anyone to worry about at home, so off to the beach it was. We took the ferry across to get at a beach that he had known about for some time. I had never been there, so what the heck. We talked about our backgrounds, what we did at work, the people at work, and the general stuff. All the while over we never mentioned a thing about what we were really wanting from each other, but that was okay with me. The time will come.
It was nearly 9o'clock when we got to the beach, and were treated to a fabulous sunset over the ocean. I was comfortable, talking, and sometimes just quietly looking at each other. Meeting him like this turned me on, he was kind, vulnerable, and it made it easy to fantasize about him.
During the next couple of hours we had talked about everything that we could talk about, except sex of course, that subject was left out. Nervousness, I don't know.
I said, "Rick, it is getting late, we don't have to work tomorrow, why don't we stay over at one of those bed and breakfast places." He said, "Fuck tomorrow, let's make it a weekend, I haven't stayed away from that place for a long time."
After that was decided, we decided to put down the seats in the car and just kick back, look at the stars and continued talking, not worrying that much about a reservation. I asked about that and he told me, "Bob, you worry too fuckin' much!" With that he start punching me in my left arm and grabbin my neck. I couldn't believe this......wrestling in his car..........he managed to get me in a twisted headscissors. He was squeezing my neck with his muscular legs, and it was hurting a little but the view I had was worth the pain as my face ended up right in his crotch. He was sayin "Well Bob, what do ya say now..." he asked punctuating with a tight squeeze, "ya gonna stop worrying or what?"
I was getting hot as hell as I had my hands on his legs trying to get some leverage to break loose. With my head so close to his crotch, I smelt his sweat and got harder knowing I was smelling his cock. I couldn't believe this beautiful jock having me in such a headscissors. Looking into the bulge in his shorts I knew he was excited by my breathing. I started to take advantage of the position by letting myself "accidently" touch his cock. To my surprise he didn't really mind my brushing across it. This time I thought I'd stop my hand directly on it as though I didn't know where my hand was. As I got closer to his crotch, I felt a hard-on. HIS HARD-ON. I lost control for a second and let my hand stop on it, then fold around it. For a moment he froze. He didn't move a muscle. His legs were still squeezing me real hard, and they seemed to lock around my neck when I touched his cock. Yet I heard him breathe heavier that second. Then suddenly he began to squeeze harder and harder, "So you are a faggot, huh?" bearing down hard on my neck. I still had my hands on his legs trying to get out of the muscle vise that had me trapped. He squeezed my neck real hard, the strength of his surprisingly muscular legs were everything that I though they would be..."You can give me a blow job right here, can't..." he continued bearing down on my neck, it was beginning to hurt,..."you Bob?" His voice changed as he said that, pressuring my neck in the front seat of his car. I pressed on his thick, muscular thighs, with no avail, feeling trapped, at his mercy. "I asked you a question" he punctuated with an even tighter squeeze.
He loosened his thighs around my neck for a moment, "If I were, it would solve both of our problems." He began squeezing my neck even harder than before, feeling the heat of the muscles in his thighs, and the hair against my skin. I was beginning to feel the strength, and was beginning to get worried, but he loosened again, and began to release me from his legs. "I'm sorry, Bob, I didn't mean to squeeze so hard, why didn't you tell me?"
"How could I tell you, you kept changing the subject. Besides you were alway chasing after the girls at work. It's true, it would solve both of our problems", looking quickly at my crotch as I sat up, and at his. He pondered for a moment, and I took the initiative. "We've put down the seats of the car, I can show you that it can be quite pleasant." Luckily, his car was an older one, and the seats were nearly flat, and the size of a full size bed. Couldn't have been better. The area we were in, was deserted, shrouded on one side with trees, and only one small dirt road into it, because it was accessed through his great uncle's property.
I began to move towards him and guide him into a position that I like, and began stroking the thighs that had me trapped, squeezing me, and getting me horny and ready for more. I slowly stroked and massaged his legs with my hands, and worked up, and up to the shorts covering his member that was standing at full attention under the cloth. He looked at me guilty with a glance, "Don't worry, Rick, if I hadn't wanted to do this, I never would have gotten into the car....now relax", I calmed as I reached for his crotch, and took it into my hands.
The feel of the warmed cotten and the firm flesh underneath moved me into a mode of sex without a doubt. The man that I had watched at work so many times, was now allowing me to show him the best of times with my hands, arms, legs, and tongue and mouth.
I rubbed his crotch through the cotton shorts, and began taking them down, with him obligingly raising his buns, putting the muscles of his thighs into a beautiful movement. I moved the shorts down to his ankles and stopped there, with the shoes holding them. He started to kick them off, "No, let me take care of that.", I told him, as I guided his legs up into the air, still bound by the shorts around his ankles, and inserted my neck between his thighs, feeling the hot, sweaty skin touch my face, as I positioned myself deeply between his thighs.
"You liked that." He said, as he squeezed with his thighs for a moment, making a point for sure, although much more gently this time.
"Yes, I loved it actually." as I allowed the muscles tighten around my neck and squeeze, so comfortably around my neck. He kept his legs around my neck crossed, when he loosened, and I began to work with my hands, to stroke the massive thighs that surrounded me, and the buttocks below, as my tongue began to dart on the surface of his sensitive skin below his balls. I licked, and sucked on the skin, as he began to stroke his cock. I reached up and put my hand on his, "You relax, let me do that, I will get what I want later." He obliged as his hand gripped mine, kindly firm. I could feel the heat of his body, rising, around my neck, in the touch of his hand, drawing me even closer into the task that I had set out to do.
I continued to suck and lick at the sensitive skin, and began moving up and working on his balls. Taking them one at a time into my mouth, rolling them around, and sucking gently, as my hand reached around those thighs, stroking his member. He began to tighten his muscles, "Don't squeeze me, when I have part of you in my mouth. I don't want to hurt you."
Although his muscles continued to tighten, it was not from wanting to squeeze me between his thighs, but from the muscular excitement from being brought closer to orgasm, and still not even with my mouth having to touch his member.
I continued to take my time, and working up to the base of his cock, licking, sucking, and caressing the sensitively hairy sking that touched my lips, and face. I worked my way up his member until I was licking the underrim of his head, tickling it with my tongue.
Rick was running his hands over my head, "Oh, take me all the way."
I slowed down, feeling the muscles around my neck begin to spasm in near ecstacy, "Are you sure you wouldn't rather be shopping?" I remarked, with the desired results, his member calmed nearly immediately, and began to chuckle. "What did you say?"
"Never mind, I just don't want you to come just yet," I told him as I repositioned for a direct assault on his member, standing more relaxed, waiting for the final touches to drive him into ecstacy. I could feel his muscles moving around my neck, warm, comfortable, while I viewed his taught body before me, his member beginning to grow harder with my heated breath on its head. I watched as his member grew to nearly its full extent, and his eyes pleading for the release that he was so desirous.
I continued to breathe heavily on the head of his member, and pushed it back towards my moist lips, and began kissing, and gently sucking on his throbbing member. I slowly took the head into my mouth, while I was looking at the surprisingly confortable glow coming from his eyes and well featured face. I took the head into my mouth, allowing the curve of his cock to press it against the ridges of my upper palate, and began sucking on it every so gently, tasting of his manly muskiness, feeling the muscles of his legs tighten and flex around me. I was where I wanted to be.
I continued to take his member deeper and deeper into my mouth slowly, making full use of the fabulous ridges on the roof of my mouth to pleasure him unlike he had been before. I tasted the slight droppings of precum in my mouth, semi-sweetly bitter and hot. My nose was pushing into his cleanly musky public hairs, smelling the smell of a man. "Yes," I thought, "this is what I have wanted to give you all along Rick."
My hands were exploring his body that surrounded me. The muscles of his thighs around my neck, the striations, cuts, and hardness when they flexed in his approaching ultimate ecstacy. The warm firmness of his abs, strong, hard, and ready for washing the laundry. His skin was soft, unblemished, smooth to the touch, with the silkiness of soft hair everywhere. The peachy fuss on his abs, with a dark line of hair going up to his well developed chest. I was relishing the feel of his skin next to mine. I had already grown hard, and was ready for bursting myself, but I continued to passion him to near ecstacy, with a practiced tongue, moist mouth, and experienced hands.
I was deliberately taking my time bringing him to orgasm, feeling every inch of him that I could, tasting him, filing the memory of the clean, manly smell, the warm, firm fleshy feel of his body next to mine, the glint of the parking lot lights in his eyes, the sweat on his brow and face.
His muscles began telling me that he was coming closer and closer to the ultimate end of the experience, I slowed down, sucking harder on the member, feeling his body in firm deliberate strokes.
"I'm close..." he whispered, as he flexed his legs outward on each side of my neck. I moved his member towards my lips, and to the outside of my teeth, where my lips could suck, and tongue could lick at the most sensitive part of him. My right hand stroked his cock, touching his spasming balls beneath. His muscles, strained again, reaching for the orgasm, and released again, only to come to life with more strength.
"I'm real clo..." he said, my lips sucked harder at the head of his cock, my hand stroking his hardened member, full, ready to explode, I was under his control, while he was in my control. He began to spasm, the muscles began to lock tightly around my neck in an ecstacy filled head scissors, still crossed around my neck. I was stroking his flexing ass muscle on his right, kneading it in my hand, stroking his cock with my other hand, and tonguing and sucking on his member head, when he began spasming again, his legs locking tightly around me. I stopped sucking on his cock for a moment, surprised at the strength of his muscles in the ecstatic spasm, still stroking, reaching with my fingers around his member head, sending even more spasms though his body. Each muscle of his body reacting to the sexual pleasure, from his toes to his head and back again, swaying from side to side, his legs locked around me. He loosen for a moment, and I again pulled his member to my mouth, opening it, and breathing hard, touching and wrapping it gently with my lips. Sucking on the underside of the rim, kissing him, touching him, and using all of my resources to stay where I was at, for the final moment.
Rick was continuing to spasm, the shadows of the muscular cut of his body changing and flowing in a river of well-defined manly muscle. "I'm cumming...." he whispered, although I could tell, the ecstacy filled look on his face, the muscles squeezing me, with the power found only during ecstasy, I still kept his cock pulled to my lips, although the pressure was unbelievably wonderful.
I felt him squeeze, holding me, reaching above his head and gripping the seat behind him, while his strong arms burst out in defined muscularity. His abs were defined as if they were cut in granite, the striations of the muscles in his pecs were standing out, showing what was under the light amount of hair enhancing their beauty. His cock began to spew forth the hot, tasteful juices of ecstacy, touching my lips, and spilling from my mouth to my chin, and moving down to his ecstasy locked legs, holding me, helpless to move, feeling the full passion of his entire body at the same time. He continue to shoot the warmed cum, the legs loosening, and yet still hanging on, the warmed liquid filling my mouth, the taste of sex, the smell of man to man sex, filling my nostrils. I watched as the wave of ecstasy, the ultimate moment of pleasure passed through him, passed on to me through the muscular spasms of his thighs, the flexing of all his muscles in his body, and the beautiful glow from his eyes as he experienced the lovingly sexual touch of my lips to his member.
He relaxed, with his legs loosely around my neck, sweat glistening from his body, and looked at me with his deep green eyes, saying nothing as he removed his legs from my neck, reaching his strong hands to my face, and placing his legs around my waist. He took his hands, and placed them tenderly on each sige of my face, and guided me towards him, and on top of him. I followed willingly, enjoying the feel of his entire body all the way, the now flaccid member, resting from the workout my lips had given it. Feeling the sweaty skin, and moist hair of his abs, now relaxed, yet firm, to his chiseled chest. Wordlessly, he guided me to his lips, placing his soft lips to mine, taking me into a deep kiss. We intermingled our sweaty bodies, me resting on top of him, still feeling the firm body underneath me, tasting of his mouth, touching his tongue. We kissed passionately, feeling each other's bodies, exploring more skin, breathing heavily in unison. I was lost with the touch of his body next to mine, feeling his body, knowing the taste and smell of the man I dreamed about for so long. And now feeling at home in his arms, passionately kissing. When we stopped kissing, he began to kiss me on the face, touching me gently, lovingly on my nose, my cheeks, and eyelids......
Should such a thing continue?