Disclaimer: Usual disclaimers apply. This story depicts homosexual sex acts and is entirely FICTIONAL. It is not intended to imply anything about the sexual orientation of any of the characters or knowledge about their private lives. If you are likely to be offended or committing an offence by reading this story, do not read any further.
Horny Sports Journalist Adventure
Part 1 Simon Jones
I got into journalism early on in life, around the same time that I realised I was gay. I suppose I realised that it would let me ogle lots of fit celebrity blokes.
I was working the pitch in London at Lords'. I didn't normal cover cricket but I was doing a mate a favour. Besides there were plenty of fit blokes for me to look at and cricket whites turned me on so I didn't mind too much, although the blokes didn't normally do anything for me. With the possible exception of Simon Jones.
I was asked to interview the strapping Welsh hunk for a newspaper and his agent had asked me to conduct the interview in his hotel room as Simon was short of time. The cricket bat in my trousers started twitching as soon as he opened the door. He looked gorgeous. Over 6 feet of pure unadulterated man, he was absolutely massive. He was wearing a crisp white shirt that showed off his chest to perfection and trousers that I prayed were feeling as snug as mine were.
"Pleased to meet you," he said in a gorgeous deep voice, shaking my hand firmly, a slight twinkle in his eye. He showed me into the living area of the hotel suite, and we sat down and I started the interview. I asked a couple of bollocks questions about the match. I wasn't that interested - I was more interested in seeing what he looked like naked. Why I couldn't have done the interview in the changing rooms, I don't know. At least that way I could have seen first hand the body that had been on display in THAT Cosmo photo sheet.
In any case, the sexy Simon was clearly bored stupid with my questions and would rather have been anywhere else. I decided to change my questioning.
"So, any significant others in your life, Simon??" I asked. He perked up a little before saying "No", adding "It's been a while". He was definitely making a pass at me. I looked over and could see a very horny glint in his eye, and a slight but undeniable bulge forming in his expensive trousers.
"Really??", I said.
"Yes," he replied. "You know what it's like. Guys our age - it's a hard-on 24-7"
I put my notebook and pen on the coffee table, looking him straight in the eyes. He gently took my hand, slowly bringing it closer towards him, rubbing his crotch with it. My twitching dick was now throbbing and pulsing. My gaydar was crap at the best of times but from the throbbing I could feel beneath his trousers I would have had to be blind not to notice his interest.
We kissed. Slowly at first but then more intensely. And savagely and passionately. He was an amazing kisser. Our tongues locked in a fierce battle for supremacy. I could smell his aftershave. His mouth tasted amazing. And my dick was throbbing, growing harder and harder until it was almost painful.
I tore away from his gorgeous mouth briefly, throwing my shirt off and unbuttoning his, removing his tie, exposing his gorgeous chest. Fuck almighty. I kissed my way down his perfect muscled torso, reaching his erect dark brown nipples and taking the right one in my mouth as I caressed the left one with my hand. Eager to please him, I looked up at him, his back arched in pure unmistakable pleasure, his face contorted in a grimace of lust as I teased the sensitive nubs with my tongue and hand while he whimpered, begging me not to stop.
Moving down his torso and the dark brown treasure trail, I reached his trousers. With my right hand caressing his swollen erect nipples, I kissed the throbbing cricket bat in its material prison through his trousers, looking up at his face. "Please don't stop," he begged. "You're amazing. It's been so long". My own manhood throbbed even more at the sight of his obvious desire and lust.
Still kissing his dick through the material, I unbuttoned the clasp on his trousers. No underwear, which turned me on even more and I gasped as I feasted my eyes on the throbbing dick before my eyes, 8 inches of pure manhood, framed by a perfectly sized patch of dark brown pubes, and leaking a river of precum after several days' abstinence.
I began feasting on his perfect cock, sucking him while stroking his pubic bush before reaching down to his swollen balls to give them some long-awaited attention. He wrapped his gorgeous muscled thighs around my neck and I sucked him deeper and deeper and deeper, wetting two of my finger in my mouth and tentatively moving them towards his arse. He responded willingly, moving his body nearer my wet digits and soon I had one finger, then two and three caressing his love hole.
We got up, I took off my trousers so we were both stark bollock naked, two horny men desperate for a shag. He knelt on the sofa as I started eating his arse. It tasted great, already moist and slippery from my fingers having been up there, he began moaning and groaning in his deep sexy voice, desperate for me not to stop. He loved it and as I penetrated him with my tongue deeper and deeper, I reached up to stroke his big hard throbbing cock, it was leaking even more precum. I fucked his arse with my stiff tongue, deeper and harder until his groans become louder and more animal-like. Hearing his pleasure turned me on even more and I began to leak precum myself, and I started to wank my big hard love tool, the combination of precum and the sweat gathering in my thick pubic bush making my whole crotch moist and wet.
"Stop" Simon said suddenly. "I want to come in your arse". That was exactly what I wanted to, so I lay on the settee as he started expertly blowing me. He was fucking amazing. I stroked his sexy head, feeling his gorgeous dark hair, as his expert tongue stimulated my sensitive head, tasting my precum, one hand caressing my tense swollen balls, while the other lightly pinched my right nipple and drove me crazy.
He grabbed a condom and handed it to me. I tore it from the wrapper, putting it on his massive cock with my mouth, as he groaned with lust again. Throwing me back onto the settee, he briefly licked my arse before thrusting his condom encased cricket bat into me, groaning again at the feeling of my moist tight arse surrounding his rocket of a dick. Neither of us lasted long. I hadn't wanked for a few days and by the look on his face he'd gone even longer than I had. We both grunted and groaned and writhed together, sweat dripping down his face and down his sexy torso, giving me a great view of his chest. Simon grabbed my legs, rested them on his perfect chest to ensure that his dick went further and deeper up inside my arse, thrusting deeper and harder with his pert buttocks, a maniacal look of pure lust on his face, one that was surely mirrored in my own. Grabbing my hard dick so we could come together, I clenched my arse, bringing him closer and closer as his love meat expertly hit my G spot time and time again, both of us making so much noise that everyone in the hotel must have heard.
With one final grunt he came inside me, his cock spurting come into the condom and my own love juice spurting over my stomach and chest. He slumped onto me and we kissed passionately.
Part 2 coming soon.
Hope you enjoyed that!!!! Am currently working on part 2....any requests for who our hero should interview next welcome! Current candidates include James Cracknell (possibly in a threesome with Matt Pinsent), Andy Roddick, Frank Lampard...but I am open to any suggestions!!!!