Weekend at Tom's 02
Copyright 2004 ernestrimmingway@hotmail.com
The usual disclaimers apply. If you’re under age or if this material is illegal in your area, then please move on. If not, I hope you enjoy this fantasy.
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WEEKEND AT TOM’S
**Chapter 2
Finally we arrived. Jerry’s description was spot on. The house was very secluded. We walked down the side of the house to a high fence with a gate. Jerry rapped on the gate and a guy opened it.
“Tom, this is Dean. Dean , Tom. “
So this was the host. An extremely good looking older (fifty-five to sixty) man, with a great body, and a decent dick, steel grey hair, and the greenest eyes I have ever seen. My hardon. which had finally subsided when we arrived, had spring up again. As well as Tom, there were about fifteen men wandering around - all nude, all attractive to extraordinarily beautiful, and most with semi to full erections. This promised to be quite a weekend.
“Welcome. Come in. Get your gear off and relax. Jerry, will you make with the introductions, please. I’ve really got to stay here and man the gate. Thanks. You can put your things in the cabana.”
We stowed our gear in the pool house, and Jerry took me over to meet a group of the guys. There was Leo, a big solid man with black hair and a mat of fine black hair over his chest. tapering down to a thin line at his navel, then spreading out again to a thick bush just above an impressively thick cock. He also had the deepest, darkest brown eyes I had ever seen. Then there was Larry, a long lanky country looking guy, with a slim but well proportioned body, and sandy hair, Wash (short for Washington), a very funny blackguy with a thick uncut cock. I wondered to myself if what they say about black men was true. His cock did look as though it would grow to a decent size.
Sitting on a chair was Spike, who looked Scandinavian. He appeared to be very tall with long shapely legs and broad shoulders. I couldn’t tell what his dick was like because it was firmly planted up the ass of Joel, who was sitting on his lap, and slowly gyrating, obviously enjoying the feeling but not wanting to bring Spike off. The group was rounded off by Steve and Brad. Steve was a typical leather man, with buzz cut and a body to die for, wearing a harness, and Brad was his boy, a cute youngish kid totally devoid of hair except for his eyebrows, who sat at Steve’s feet.
We stood with the group and chatted for a while. Jerry stood behind me, with his arms loosely wrapped around me. After a couple of minutes I could feel Jerry’s dick start to harden, and rub along my ass crack. I gently pushed back, and felt him start to buck slowly into my ass. He leaned over and whispered