The stories which I write are not always true stories. Actually, they rarely are. They are entirely fictional. They grew out of a desire to put down in words many "fantasy dreams" which I have had. I am bisexual, married and white with two grown children. I love sex with a man and, in my real world, it is no stranger to me. My stories are intended for mature eyes only and are always based on male/male relationships. There is no violence, S&M, bondage, etc. in my works. If you liked the story, let me know. If you didn't like the story, I would also appreciate a note and an explanation why ... otherwise, I won't get anywhere, will I? Feel very free to write me anything you'd like. I look forward to hearing from anyone interested in responding to these stories. All I am trying to achieve in my writing is to make you feel good. Really good. If you want to write me just to "get off", then do so. After all, this is why we exist and who we are. In my stories 'condoms' do not exist. In our real world, condoms MUST exist. In our own personal fantasies, however, sex is idealized the way we would really like it to be raw skin and no rubber. But remember: Safe sex must be the only way! ************** HOT LIGHTS by natan10@hotmail.com
"Hey, Todd! Get your hot butt over here. We have to check the lighting one more time." "I've had enough for now!" I retort. "Gimme a break. Let me get some coffee before they all arrive," I say, slowly pulling my briefs back on. I've been walking around without a stitch of clothing on now for the past two hours. I need the cold shower to put my cock back in its place. It's been stiff the whole time that they've been working on me and I've got to shower again before they coat me in oils again." I pay particular attention as to how Adam is eyeing my body. He has had this big bulge in his pants the entire time I've been on the stage performing. He probably wants to get me alone! "Did you get the seam in the pants fixed the way you want it?" Adam asks.
"No, Adam ... she's working on them now. Imalda said they'll be ready in about half an hour or sooner. Look ... I'm exhausted. I'm going to go and have a coffee and a quick shower. Give the crew 15 minutes. We all need the break. I have a few touch-ups which I have to make on myself. I've gotta work real hard for the next hour and I want to make sure everything is perfect." With that, I leave for my room.
I had been standing in front of the hot lights now for about 4 hours solid and I was pooped. We've been so busy preparing for the private show. It seems as if night turned into day and then the day back into night again. I was called overseas to do this special show for a very wealthy businessman at his private villa along the northern shore of Lake Geneva about 20 minutes from Lausanne. At least they're paying me well enough. I'll finally be able to buy that yacht I've been keeping my eyes on. Dusty is going to love it. Now we will be able to live the life which we have been talking and dreaming about for a year. Just the two of us. The yacht will have all the luxuries which we want. I'll be bringing in Claudio from Italy to build the kitchen and bathroom. A special bedroom completely lined in mirrors will make a final touch. But the best of all, the thing that we have wanted so much, is the staff. I've lined up the 3 guys that we met on the island of Skopelos. That black-haired boy with the amazing almond eyes and his cousin will be flying into New York in 3 weeks and I have yet to finalize with the third one who lives on the other side of the island the one who was eyeing me the whole time Dusty and I were on the beach next to his house. Our vacation will be perfect Dusty and myself and the three sexy 20-year-old kids for 3 months cruising around the Aegean. What a life! Aaah ...
I am pulled back into reality by a knock on the door. "Come in," I yell.
"Hey! What's up?" Adam inquires. "Coffee break is over. Time to get back to work. Your pants are ready. Imalda brought them up 5 minutes ago, so let's get this show on the road. The guests are about to arrive. And don't forget the oil!"
"OK, Adam. I'm coming. I just hope that this guy likes the show we've prepared for him. It's just too bad that Dusty can't be with us to show him what he'd really like to see ... but I'm also happy that you will be the one. You have waited and wanted this for quite some time. Now you will have your chance. This dude from Paris has made enough hints already. Let's get outta here."
I take Adam by the arm and we both move out to the little stage which has been set up. The lighting is perfect. The music is in its last stages of preparation. I can hear the guests approaching through the anteroom. The curtain is closed. I reflect on the upcoming events. Adam will actually be perfect. He has a magnificent physiqe which I'm sure will please our special guest. And I know that he enjoys this. But he's never played a part in it before. I am actually excited about all of this. All I was told is that our guest wants to have a private show with his 3 business partners and he had asked specifically for me. I know why. I'm the best. I have the perfect attitude and I fit the part he needs perfectly. He's seen me in a couple of videos and this is why he asked for me. Just the thought of him sitting in that magnificent room with the special lighting has already made my 8-inch cock stand again. It's been erect for the past 4 hours. My body desperately needed the unwinding. Hard work. Passing by the table, I quickly snatch the olive oil and close the door behind me. I return to the stage and the assistant begins to rub the oil all over my freshly showered and dry, nude body. He pays particular attention to my crotch, ever so gently giving me a little kiss on the mushroom head of my cock. He pinches the side of my thigh, winks at me and exclaims: "They're gonna love you 'Natan-el'!" He leaves me in the center of the stage. The technician expertly uses the dimmer to dim the lights very slowly, changing its hue from blue, to green and then to a very soft pastel red. They eventually extinguish completely, leaving only a dim light in the main room.
"Mr. Stefano, I welcome you to the show. I hope you and your friends are comfortable. Natan-el arrived yesterday and has been in preparation all day. He is as excited as you are." Adam then glances over my way and gives me this big smile and wink and his eyes point down to my crotch proving just exactly how 'excited' I've been.
"Thank you, Mr. Meiers," our wealthy patron exclaims. "I appreciate all the trouble you have gone through. We are all here, comfortable and waiting. Let the show proceed."
The house lights then dim and go out completely. I walk onto the stage and the beat of the music begins to fill my spirit and bones all over again. The pants fit perfectly and my tee-shirt feels just right now that I have torn it in all the right places. Part of it exposes the left side of my chest which effectively allows my nipple to peek out. I am very pleased with Imalda's work. The tear in the seam has been finished so that my crotch is visible. I look over at Adam and wink. He licks his lips, the camera poised and ready. I strut a little more to the music and allow the blue spotlight to just highlight the top of my hair. Our guests only see this blue light. They cannot yet see me at all. Nor can I see them, only a few shadows where our patron with his partners sit, right next to the stage. The entire remainder of the spacious room appears empty. The light grows in intensity, unwrapping more of my chest in its glow. I gyrate to the beat. My hips sway a little to the left and then a little to the right. Performing for people like this is an ultimate turn-on for me. My cock has been erect the entire time under the lights. I am hoping that tonight's performance will finally have its effect on Adam. My strong hair-covered arms move down to my crotch and I slowly unzip the zipper. One side of the pant flaps out. There is a gasp from the guests.
"Christ man, this guy's a great performer. Look at his tool! I wouldn't mind him coming to visit me in my hotel room tonight," exclaims one.
"Quiet!" exclaims Mr. Stefano. "Im concentrating."
I thrust my hand down the front of my briefs, covering my cock with the palm of my hand as a grape leaf covers the biblical Adam. I gyrate and rub my crotch in concentric circles. As a result, my pants fall down exposing my thighs. I love this part the guests go crazy. I gently lift one leg and then the other in order to rid myself of the pants completely. It is at this point where Mr. Stefano comes up on the stage. He enters the blue light, approaches me and wraps his arms around me. We both gyrate in rhythm to the pulsating music. He slowly lowers my briefs. As with my pants, I step out of these, my cock thrust toward his fully clothed crotch. "I desire you," he nibbles on my ear. "I am going to suck your cock."
Remaining only in my torn shirt, I push into Stefano a little. And this is all that I do. I am not to touch him in any way. The observer is to have his will on me. The warm breath escaping my lips kisses Stefano's cheeks. "Do it," I whisper in his ear. "Do whatever you want with me. I am yours." Stefano gets on his knees and takes my erect cock in his mouth. I hear murmurs from the audience.
Stefano pulls me down to the stage. I continue to gyrate to the music while his mouth and hands cover my entire body with kisses. My arms do not touch him. I am a vessel for his total enjoyment.
It is at this point where Adam comes out on the stage and undresses Mr. Stefano. He quickly disappears when finished. Stefano's tongue penetrates my mouth. "I want you," he says. With this he goes down on my cock again with a passion I have not seen in a long time. This act is apparently too much for Adam's eyes. Adam appears on the stage again but he is without clothes, his cock standing at full attention. He throws Mr. Stefano off from me and replaces him.
"Oh shit Todd ... I can't take this any longer. I have watched you now for months repeating this performance over and over again. No more!" With this said, Adam covers my cock with his own mouth and begins to bob on it, his tongue flicking my pisshole each time he passes it with his hot tongue. What he doesn't know is that I have wanted this the whole time. This is what I have secretly been hoping, and waiting for. But it has always been part of my routine. I wanted the performance to tempt him. This whole act has been an attempt to seduce him. I had been hoping that he would surprise me this way.
Adam covers my cock with kisses. He comes off my cock long enough to move up to my mouth and when he kisses me, my tongue searches his in return. A guttural moan escapes my lips. "I have wanted you for a long time, Adam," I whisper in his mouth. Suck me, Adam. Put my cock in your mouth and make love to it. I have secretly waited long enough for this moment. Dusty will be really happy." And with that said, Adam turns around and lies down next to me, my head in his crotch and his in mine. He covers my cock with his mouth again and this time, I do the thing which I am not supposed to do with my 'participant'. I break all my own rules by lovingly sucking his cock right down my throat. The audience has gone wild now. There are gasps and moans from the darkness beyond. "I love you, Todd. I want your cock in me forever." These words boil in my crotch, my jism rising slowly with intense desire. I suck on Adam's cock with a passion witheld in me for months. I feel his nuts tightening and, being so intensely turned on by the situation, his release is immediate. His hot cum shoots in my throat. This is what I have wanted. I have waited for this moment. My cum immediately returns his action and I begin to writhe in ecstasy as my own hot cum penetrates his entire being. We both lick up any remaining cum from our cocks, sucking each other dry. "Now, the three of us can embark on my dream trip ... you, me and Dusty."
************* I really hope you liked what you have read. If you would like to read more, please write to me and tell me. I shall be happy to oblige if I am able. natan10@hotmail.com
And don't be afraid to put your own fantasies and feelings down on paper. It just happens to be wonderful therapy! If you like, you can write your fantasy and send it off to me. I'd love to read it.