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The joys of being a 25 year old man, old enough to have some sophistication, but still young with boyish looks. His sheets and blankets were certainly comfortable, as was being hugged by my lover Sean. He was 30, a ginger, and just so very sexy that I always wanted to be with him. The sun was rising in the east, and my eyelids flickered with the recognition of a new day. I could smell his masculine cologne. Felt his legs wrapped around my leaner ones, and oh was he so naughty. His hard penis was right on my hole, and based upon how it was throbbing, I knew instinctively this was my wake-up call.
Sean and I had met several months back. He was a regular customer of the restaurant I worked for. That art degree didn't help me find meaningful employment, but I liked waiting tables at a fancy steakhouse. It allowed me to work with and for a diverse group of people. A lot of coworkers were friends, and for once I wasn't only just the token gay guy. Sure there were a couple jerks, but for the most part even with my lisp and effeminate nature, I was surrounded by love. California was well ahead of the Deep South and other places, where prejudice was everywhere. Here it was rare for anyone to care about my being gay, what they cared about was my attitude and character. I always partied with coworkers on days off, and while mostly booze, someone would always bring coke or weed. This all made our group get togethers even more fun, and for awhile I was getting topped by our short order cook. Jeff was good to me, but there was no real chemistry. Basically a FWB situation, and while I liked getting fucked by him after work, I was looking for something more intimate.
Actually having the cook was good for food too, yet I dreamed of a substantive relationship. One night after who knows how many orders, our host and my friend Jaime let me know I had a table of one. "Good I thought," as a lot of big parties that night eating everything from our menu. While I was sore on my feet, I was in our corporate ordered black slacks and white dress shirt. Walking up to the table I saw red hair. Like fire burning color, and once up there, the most seductive dancing green eyes. Very nice lips too, handsome and rugged with his leather jacket. It was difficult to discern, but he was in my age bracket, 6'2 or so and very athletic. I introduced myself, the "speel " we are taught to do. He wanted a New York strip with broccoli and fries. His cologne was so deep, I felt my knees turn to jelly, but somehow got him that cold beer he had requested.
How could this man be alone? Was he traveling or something? We did get a lot of tourists and corporate types. He sat there reading sports articles on his phone. It was in plain view, and as I got his silverware and bread to him, he said "do you like football also?" His voice was deep yet kind, warm actually with a syrupy note to it. "Yes lifelong Chargers fan." "Me too!" Turns our we liked players such as Philip Rivers to Justin Herbert, who was a guy I was getting horny watching play on tv. I so wished he would kiss me, pull that uniform off, and have his way with me.
Maybe there's some sort of pheromone evolutionary, that let's other guys and us know when there's a sexual interest among ourselves. I did catch this hot guy looking at my ass, and admittedly got kind of distracted, as damn he was so sexy. After bringing his meal to him, and checking to make sure all was okay, I did my portion of the side work. Tonight was rolling silverware. As I brought his check, he asked my name. "Terry." His was Sean and when he left, I was sad as I wanted to stare in his eyes more, and inhale whatever aroma of cologne he was wearing even more. So sweet of him. He left me a 50% tip.
That night I thought of Sean. Sitting in my apartment worth $25 I put on pornhub. Watching gay porn, and naked, it wasn't long until I stroked my 7" shaved penis back and forth. My anal plugs were in too, and while their vibration wasn't as good as the real thing, I could sense the inevitable load as I thought of kissing that hot red headed man. Thinking of kissing his nipples, and reaching in his pants, I was practically panting as I came all over the place. My rear end opened and clammed down on the plugs, and the orgasm was ferocious. White cum was everywhere, and it's sticky sweet smell filled up the room. Placing it in my mouth, I knew this flavor, but wanted Sean's dribbling into my throat and other places. Yet it was just a mere fantasy. It would never happen.
The next night I did get laid. Fortunately and unfortunately it was the cook Jeff, who's nice cock penetrated me. It helped us to get our tension off, but basically I was here to suck his dick and get fucked by him. He was a handsome man, but he had nothing on Justin Herbert or this new to the scene customer, who I imagined was pumping me. Closing my eyes I dreamed of him, and while Jeff wasn't very romantic, I enjoyed having his erect penis deposit sperm inside my very tight hole. As usual I cleaned myself off, and went back to the crib for some sleep. That night I dreamed of Sean being inside me, and of us kissing, waking up to an erect penis that I jerked off until I ejaculated. He had really jarred something loose in me, animalistic, primal.
For the four day work week, I didn't see him, but hoped to. Jaime and I were very open, and she had worked there before I did, and believed he'd eaten at our restaurant before. I hoped this was the case. She caught my blush and agreed "hunk." It was a good time though and Charlie and Layla came in. They were an older couple, and I enjoyed the few minutes I could on every visit with them. Both were retired art professors, so we spoke the same language, including our joke of how people with these degrees end up elsewhere.
Other than that it was the usual, getting to large orders, and trying to keep Jeff and the other cooks semi polite. You'll never find a fat or jolly cook in a restaurant. They are always angry. Then again I can understand, as would I want ticket after ticket of food expected cooked a certain way always? Especially all at the same time? No. That was an easy decision, as some of our fickle customers, got us and them both united in our shared fury. One night our longest tenured cook Marquez threw a steak on the floor. He dropped every obscenity I ever had heard, and quit on the spot. Our manager on duty Katherine really had to step it up, and also discount some diners meals. Marquez was one of the calmer cooks, but that's just how the business was.
As the red hair was vivid, was I in the state of a dream? It was Sean and yes I had my tight black pants and white shirt on. My thong became more evident as I hardened up, and was drawn to his seductive scent. We said our "hellos" again and went from superficial to a little more open with each other. He was a corporate Vice President for a financial firm, but always had loved art, and we shared a lot of favorite architects and portrait artists. It wasn't busy as I refilled his water glass, and somehow I just asked him "what cologne are you wearing?" He smiled. Oh those pearly white teeth and green eyes made me lost, and obviously caused me to cross a unwritten invisible line. "Chanel Number 5." I must have been blushing, but somehow managed to say "thank you." It was kind of awkward and embarrassing. Yet he smiled and joked with me, and soon I felt just like one of many human beings again.
Wishing him a good evening, he did the same, and again tipped me but now went up to 70%. Damn did he look good in those khaki pants and casual blue business shirt. As I smiled with not only doing well, I grinned when there was a note included. "Terry, if you'd ever like to visit the San Diego Museum of Modern Art, hit me up at 619-555-5555. Kind cheers, Sean." He probably meant it as a kind act, but could he also want more? Oh I hoped so, as again after a shower the vibrating butt plugs were inside me as I watched a redhead nailing a guy who had my 5'10 slender frame or so. Also clean shaven and smooth, which made it far more realistic for me. My cumming was an explosion that could hit the Richter scale, as I breathed heavily and my heart rate sped up. Tasting my cum again I wanted his. I wanted to be his. Falling asleep with a smile, my next two days were off ones.
The next day I was on the phone with my parents, that "yes I was looking for a career position." Mom and dad were supportive, but at least I was working, unlike my sister who stayed at home with her kids. Her lawyer husband treated her very well, but I wondered one day if Stephen would have enough. Some signs are obvious before they come true. Obviously I didn't tell them about my partying lifestyle, but they were encouraged that I applied to be part of San Diego's Recreation Department. Sure there were other applicants, but I felt good about my chances at the upcoming interview. The money part wasn't a huge jump, but the health insurance and other benefits were.
I kept looking at Sean's note, and finally texted him. A few minutes later my phone made the special ring. It was him and he was asking if "I'd like to go with him tomorrow to that museum?" My cock got hard and my body temperature rose. "I would love to." Pacing I was both a nervous wreck, but I so dreamed of him all the time. Whatever he wanted to do to me I would, as I wanted a man like him in my life. Tomorrow he'd pick me up at 1 pm, as I gave him my address. He was going to pick me up. This just kept getting better, and I groomed my private parts, showered. I went to bed with a sleeping tablet, and the next morning put on white shorts with a tight colorful polo on.
Even more pacing. Somehow I got a breakfast and small lunch in. At 1 he texted me, "see you in five," so I looked down to see if my purple briefs that were translucent looked alright. My semi hard penis visible, and my crocs on, I saw him pulling up in a bright blue Ford Mustang. Oh how hot. "Hop on in Terry!" I did and gave him a fist bump, although I think he stared at me an extra split second with those luscious green eyes. He only drove one speed, fast, and we got to the modern art museum in ten minutes. I was able to get some glances at him, and he drove with supreme confidence. Wearing a blue and green dress shirt and jeans, he had on a lot of Chanel number 5 based on the aroma.
His aggressive driving also got us a close parking spot. He had obviously spent a lot of time here, and it was I who was his student. One of his favorite exhibits, was a globe made of recycled soda cans. Actually I fell in love with it too, as the artists theme of earth by cans, was a reminder of the reality of pollution. She had blended the different brand cans colors to make earth more realistic. Sean told me the lady had spent 18 months on this montage. I admired this tenacity, along with the steel pillars that showed evolution. This was genius work, although with modern art, beauty is in the eye of the beholder. I also caught Sean looking at my crotch a couple times. He was definitely into me, and his body language screamed it. Open legs, hands forward, and getting closer to me. Finally I just lost it and said "you're far prettier than the art." Again just came out. A sensual smile. His eyes sparkled. He told me, "let's go back to my car." Yes please.
In his coupe, there wasn't much room, but the rays of the sun couldn't come close to this heat. We kissed and it was pure magic. Over and over again our tongues danced the mating ritual, and he pulled down my shorts buttons to allow him to massage my penis. His hands were so there's no words. I was his putty. Whatever he wanted as I kissed him with conviction, kissed his neck to also get more close to that cologne, and whispered in his ear "I want you baby." He kissed me firmly and said "buckle up as we are going to my house." More fast driving and this time I looked at his chiseled arms and flat abs. His bulge in his jeans. Soon we pulled up into a large luxury townhouse.
We were in his decked out living room. Kissing with purpose and passion. He held my hand and brought me upstairs to his bedroom. His well made bed looked so good, and I became even more aroused when he took my clothes off. I liked how I felt vulnerable. I was completely naked. His room house and his rules. Sean stripped his shirt off and oh wow his chest was wide and strong. A bit of red hair there too, and soon he was in tighty white style underwear. His penis was stallion like, and he threw me on the bed. Somehow I wriggled out, and got him on there, and massaged his gigantic cock through his underwear. Now I owned him, and I kissed him, then moved down on his hard nipples. Tasting the salt and sweat off of him, I let my tongue harden them up as I pulled his underwear off for a lovely surprise. He had a red pubic Mohawk over his shaved gigantic 8" thick penis and low hanging balls.
Oh his cut penis was gorgeous. The prettiest I'd ever seen. I held his shaft and testicles in my fingers, and his eyes closed and I heard his moans of ecstasy. Soon I had the tip of his cock in my hot wet cheeks as I purposely slobbered down his large manhood. Musky and sweet, he held onto my blonde hair as I looked him in the eyes. He was literally in another world, as I locked my tongue around his sex organ. His balls in my mouth wow. They were so big I could only slurp one at a time. Licking them made him arch his back, and the pulse and sweat rate, told me my sexual goals were more than adequate. Touching his pubic Mohawk with my hands, I deep throated him the best I could. He was just absolutely huge, and my jaw was getting the best workout of all time.
Our clothes were a piled mess by his bed. Both nude he got on top of me, and kissed me profusely. At the same time he ground his hard penis into my balls, and before I could say no was sucking me off. I was in a trance. Another dimension perhaps. His green eyes and lips taking me in him had me captivated, paralyzed by pleasure. I howled and grabbed his bedsheets, as he sucked my balls, and then immediately he started to lick my ass out. Oh this was intense. I couldn't believe how this felt. It was a dance of every sexual fantasy, as his tongue knew where my nerve endings were, and soon his lubed fingers were inside me. Yes I was half afraid that he'd split me in half, but that was the price I was willing to pay for.
Gently putting two pillows under me, my ass cheeks were up in the air. Sean had penetrated me. My hole was being breached. Centimeters at a time, and while it felt good to a degree, the amount of pressure had me wondering how long I could handle this. As I pushed down, this was the most hung a man I'd ever been with, yet soon it was becoming less painful and more pleasurable. Waves of sensations went from my ass to all over me. I was in a zone, and eventually I was riding his hard penis, as he hoisted my ass further up and down his pole. He had a mirror on the bed, and he moved it over so I could see. Oh yes he was inside me, as now in addition to the feeling his monster cock, I watched him hammer my hole to the point of mind blowing sexual intercourse.
A few minutes later I was riding him the other way. Oh yes we kissed. He touched my nipples with his fingertips. My balls were on his abdomen, and he reached down to touch my hard penis with precum oozing. The intensity was unreal. I wanted him even more, and soon he was taking me from the side. Grabbing his scrotum I felt it tightening up, and soon my fury was unleashed. As we kissed once more, I got a whiff of his cologne, and his cock bounced on my prostate causing the inevitable. A massive cum drop, and I howled liked a animal that got rocked, as sperm emerged from my hard cock. He was pumping away and as we kissed, he came like hundreds all at once, with what felt like a monsoon I'm my ass. We were breathing heavily, and he pulled me towards him. "I want you regularly baby." Smiling I nodded "yes please." His sperm was now dribbling out of my hole, and that night I'd stay for extra activities with this very handsome man.