I had a paper job on the side as a way to keep fit and is paid for it at the same time. The boss sure liked it coz he didn't have to collect from late-comers as I did that as well, which was what I was doing today. It was a lousy part of the job, but sometimes you would get a tip for your troubles. Little did I know the kind of tip I would get from this guy. The dude whose name I found was Josh lived in the basement of a house where I delivered. On this day, no one was home and, since I heard noises in the basement, I went around there to check it out. There was a skylight-type window in the side of the wall and I looked in to see who was there. And what a sight I saw. Was I glad I looked in the basement This dude was the dreamboat of my wildest fantasies. He was about the same height as me, about five-foot-eleven-inches and weighed in around 180. He was more muscular than I, his biceps and chest really filled out complimenting a tapering torso and mouth-watering ass and basket encased in the grey boxers he was wearing. His brown hair was buzz-cut and I find that a real turn-on in a dude. There is nothing better than running your hand through short-cropped hair. He was older than my seventeen years, probably twenty-four, but the sight of him turned me on like no other. He was sprawled out on the couch in front of a TV screen. Judging from the sounds coming from his stereo, he was watching some porn flick and he was being really turned on by the moaning. I do mean turned on. That bulge in the front of his boxers threatened to tear the material apart. I was lazily stroking the front of his boxers as precum formed a wetspot across the whole of the groin area, either that or he had pissed his pants. I watched for a while until my own dick threatened to explode. Then I went over and pounded on the door leading to the basement so he would hear me. After a few knocks, the dude opened the door. He had not bothered to put anything else on as he answered the door in his champion boxers with the hardon tenting out the front. Without thinking, my eyes went straight to his crotch and wanted to stay there. With a wavering voice, I told him I was collecting for the paper and that his account was overdue. He maintained eye contact, obviously picking up the quick glances at his hot bod and dick. He told me he would give me the money as long as I joined him inside as he wanted some company. How could I resist such an invite? "I was just getting off on a vid. You don't mind, do you?" he asked. "Mind? Ah. No". With that my attention was drawn to the video screen. There were two guys on the screen. One had a towel around him and he had just walked in on the other guy. "Keanu, man, have you got any water for your shower? Mine's ...." said the dude, stopping dead in his tracks as he saw his friend lying there buck-naked on his couch stroking his meat. "I needed some relief from the day's work, you've got a hot bod, man." Said the dude on the couch, "And judging by that tent of a towel you have, you like what you see too, huh?" In an instant Keanu was over beside his friend, massaging the bulge beneath the towel. The mere sight of this brought my own boner up and the video got my fullest attention. The dude on the screen pulled on his friend's towel so that he could get better access to the head of the rock-hard dick sticking out past the edge of the towel. But rather than pull the towel away, Keanu left it with the cock head exposed and started rubbing and squeezing the shaft through the soft cotton. "Isn't this is so kewl!" Josh said. "Better than any scene so far!" "Yeah." Was all I could reply. For the next five minutes or so Keanu played with his mate's meat through his towel while his other hand jerked on his own member.
"You like looking at that cock on the screen, buddy?" Josh whispered in my ear at one point. I didn't realise he had moved up beside me on the couch. "You like seeing it hard, don't you?" "It's really turning me on, bro." I replied. "I've never seen any hardcore like this before.", hardly believing that I was admitting at last to long hidden desires to a stranger.
"Good. Coz I'd rather get off with you anyway." And with that he leaned over and stroked my crotch, which got rock hard the moment I walked through the door, and brought his face to mine in a warm, gentle kiss. This dude was an expert in making out. His touch on my neck and chest was like velvet electricity. It was an intimacy I had never found before and it took my breath away. His lips maintained contact with my flesh while his hands stripped away my clothes until I was naked before him. I thought this was going to be a quickie, but I was in the hands of an expert, who knew all about slow, gentle, tender lovemaking. He was in no hurry to get to my basket; he sought out all of me in a way I had never experienced. Jeff Taylor, my best bud, and I had jacked off together and even given each other a quick blowjob but it was nothing like this. He licked the outline of my lips and then eased his tongue between them. It was a kiss to rival all the pecks I've had in my entire lifetime. I felt warm all over as I searched for places to touch and acknowledge him and my feelings. Then, his tongue found my ears, my neck. The vibes that surged through me as his tongue swirled around my neck was an incredible feeling, but when they sought out my ears, I was in heaven. His tongue gently probed around before thrusting into my ear repeatedly. If I weren't already hard, it would have given me an instant boner. From there he sucked and licked my throat, and traced and loved my nipples. All slow, deliberate, tantalising, and very, very satisfying. Every time he kissed me, it was always deeply, slowly, and tenderly, stroking my whole body in long, open-palmed movements. His hands cupped my ass, stroked my pecs, and touched my neck - his fingers almost dancing on my skin. Then he slid down my body, lavishing kisses, licking my nipples and lightly sucking each one, tasting my underarms, probing my bellybutton and then he swallowed my cock all the way down his throat until his nose nestled in my pubes. No one had ever deep-throated me with such skills as this. Incredible feelings raced through my cock, and this new concentration of sexual feelings sent wave upon wave from my groin throughout my body. My brain was bombarded with such lustful sensation. "Oh, yeah, buddy, oh, yeah. Suck my cock. You do that so well, your mouth feels so good." He kept my cock in his throat, milking it, stroking it with his tongue and throat muscles, holding and squeezing my balls, touching and probing my ass. He fucked his mouth on my cock, and I never stopped being hard. He saw to that before he came up for air and stood to kiss me some more. He took me back into his arms, both of us now covered with goose bumps from the sexual pleasure we were both getting, and kissed me again so softly, exploring my mouth gently, stroking my back and my front, pressing his hard, strong, grown-up body against mine. "Have you ever been fucked before?" he asked. "Only once," I honestly replied. "Did you like it?" "Not very much. It hurt so badly, and he did not care. I was sore for a long time afterwards. I couldn't sit right for about two days. The worst part was trying to sit straight at the table during meals." "I want to fuck you, dude. I want you to fuck me. However, I don't want to do it if you're not into that sort of thing. How about if I press my cock up against your buns? Get used to some of the feelings. Just the touch of warm flesh against flesh can get us both off sometimes. When I make real love to you, I want to do it in my bed." His naked form was behind me as he held me to him. Loving hands were brought around stroking my chest, his fingers lifting and massaging my nipples. He pressed his hard cock into my backside and began to slide it back and forth, up and down across my crack without penetration. He was right, it was a joyous feeling and one that got me hard and ready to pop. I could feel his groans from deep within him as he got off on the feelings as well. This sensation of body-to-body contact made me hotter and hotter. He nibbled on my ears, kissed the back of my neck, letting his tongue stroke and touch my skin lightly. I could feel the excitement from his touch surge through me in wave upon wave of excitement. Just when I thought it couldn't get any better, he took my cock in one of his hands and began to jack it. I wanted to cum so badly that it only took afew strokes before I was shooting a massive load in his hand. While I was shooting, Josh popped his load all up my back, both of us cumming together. It just felt so right, y'know? In that instant I didn't care about my job or the money I'd come to collect. All I wanted to do was stay snuggled in the arms of my dreamboat and shoot our loads for each other, and that's exactly what we did.