VANCE STREET by Mike Austin
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XXXIX.
It was just before midnight Friday, when the host's livery man called Tim to come pick-up his clients. Tim pulled the limo under the porte cochere, opened the rear door, welcomed his party back to their limo and return drive home, and inquired about their enjoyment of the party. The husband-wife team were drunk, ignored the query and began making out like teenagers in the back seat. While not new for Tim, he thought this couple a bit mature for such and remained silent en route home. The silence was broken by that very familiar sound of a dick being sucked as he glanced to the rear view mirror and saw the top of the wife's head bobbing up and down on her husband, his eyes closed and lost in the BJ. The headjob continued until they hit the city when a pronounced "oh fuck gonna cum" came from the rear compartment, then all grew quiet. At their building, Tim opened the rear door as the night bellman approached and helped the couple exit the limo. The husband turned to Tim, shoved a $100 bill in his hand, slurred "great driver, thanks" and they staggered in the building. Tim made no effort to alert the husband that his fly was unzipped, returned to the limo and pulled away to his place. Noting the late hour, almost 1:30 he decided against calling or texting Ivan, opting instead to reach out to Greg; who he found awake and looking forward to Tim's head job offer. The skater lived back across town and it took Tim about 20 minutes to reach the urban/suburban transition neighborhood and meet the skater at the corner as instructed. Greg told Tim where they could go hang out and in no time, Tim had pulled the limo into a large, full lot of parked cars at an apt building. Greg admitted he'd done it there lots of times and no one bothers you. While Greg sat in the front passenger seat, he'd been groping and edging his dick in his shorts; often urging Tim to "grab it, feel it, stroke me man", but when they parked, Greg's approach changed. "You ever get it on in the back," Greg challenged? And with that, he hit the unlock button and jumped in back. Tim was a bit tense but the feel of that hard skater dick was overwhelming and joined the young stud in the rear compartment. As he did, he found Greg's shorts down and his heavy hung hard dick flooding pre-cum which he licked from his hand and fingers before resuming a stroke session. He flopped the hard dick in mid-air, tempting Tim and leaned back just where the husband of the drunk couple had been sitting while his wife was giving him that blowjob earlier. "This is awesome" spoke the skater, spreading his legs wide and Tim dove down on the hard cock. Greg continued "Yeah that's it dude, show me you know what a dick's for" and rubbed the back of Tim's head, holding it down on his hard dick. Greg slowly began to face fuck Tim, telling him what a great cocksucker he was and how he was gonna get all the nut he'd been saving just for his hungry throat. Tim was voracious at the directives and throat fucking Greg was delivering. In a short time, with Greg hammering Tim's mouth, the skater shot his load down Tim's throat; still holding Tim's head in his crotch. When done, Tim pulled off the skater dick, somewhat gasping for air and thanked the hot little stud, then returned him to the same street corner and drove into the night.
Ivan kicked back with Jim after supper and was enjoying a glass of Chablis and a piece by Edvard Grieg "Morning Mood". Ivan explained to Jim that he'd danced it as a senior in high school for a State Competition and won 1st place. He went on to explain how much that piece meant to him, thanked Jim for selecting it and they began making out. Their pace ramped up as Ivan removed Jim's T and sucked his firm nips. He kissed slowly to Jim's belly, licked his lightly furred treasure trail and moved to the crotch of his jeans. Gnawing through the denim, he felt Jim's cock throb, then begin a slow crawl to the edge of his underwear. Jim's breathing grew rapid and soft moans crept from his throat. His hands grabbed at the back of Ivan's head and held his face against the denim crotch. Ivan responded by gripping Jim's hands, shoving them to his side and using his own upper torso, to move Jim onto his back and then down to the flat seat of the sofa. Ivan then moved rapidly to unzip Jim's jeans, reach inside the tighty whitey-clad man and shove both underwear and jeans down his legs and off his feet, then splay the Scandinavian's legs wide and eat his now-swollen muscle ring. Jim could not stand the added foreplay and grabbing the back of Ivan's head again, this time shoved his face against his needy hole. Jim's legs flailed above Ivan's shoulders as Ivan ate the warm muscle hole and tongue-fucked it. Jim moaned loudly as Ivan shoved Jim's legs back over his own shoulders and freeing is now fully erect thick 9" cock, lubed his pre-cum against the wet hole he'd been eating and shoved the head through the tight gap and then sank slowly but directly to his base. Jim's moans advanced to cries of pain and pleasure and Ivan began his fuck assault of the fine asshole. Jim took the cock like a grade A champ cockslut and pulled his knees back to give Ivan deeper access. Ivan didn't miss a stroke as he plunged deep, pulled out, corkscrewed the hole and lodged the head deeply before repeating the drill. Ivan found Jim very wet and swollen the more they fucked. Each time Jim reached to stroke his own dick, Ivan moved his hand away. Jim's passion grew and again each time his dick reach was repulsed by Ivan's hand or arm until finally Ivan took both of Jim's hands and held them at his side as he neared his own orgasm. Ivan rapid-fucked Jim to the point Jim was pleading to cum, at which Ivan knew he was close to cumming himself, demanded of Jim, "do it you hot little slut, cum hands-free while I fuck it from you" and Jim blasted as intensely as ever when jacking off. His cum prodded Ivan's orgasm and he filled Jim full, pumping repeated ropes of his thick slick deep in his guy's hole. Both were panting and began to slow as they came, before Ivan collapsed atop Jim and they napped softly. Ivan woke, checked the time and saw it was 1:30 and eased off Jim, who stirred awake and urged them to his bed. Ivan declined but thanked him for the evening and winked as he dressed then headed upstairs to his own bed.