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The story below represents a work of fiction.  If you are offended by material of a homosexual nature, you're reading the wrong message, and should probably stop now.  The characters are fictional, based on life experience.  After reading the story, I welcome constructive feedback, so drop me a note at the address hyperlink above.


Eric, Part 2


In part one, we met Eric, a 28-year-old divorcee who, as it turned out, was happier being single.  Eric enjoyed the freedom of a variety of sexual experiences, and for the last two years, those had been mainly with men.  In the last two years, Eric had reshaped his body through a somewhat strict diet and almost daily exercise.  

Having just finished his morning run where he caught Marc checking him out, Eric returned to his bedroom.  Thinking of Marc, and the beautiful body that was so obviously checking him out he began to rub his balls through his damp running shorts.  Maybe he wasn't checking Eric out.  However, if that weren't the case, then why had he turned around so quickly after Eric spotted him?  

"Yum," Eric thought to himself, knowing that he'd end up with that hottie in his bed someday soon.  Feeling his hard rod through the shorts, he kicked off his shoes, then pulled off his damp socks, and sweat-drenched running shorts and boxer-briefs, and fell back on the bed.  Eric reached into the bedside table and pulled out a small bottle of KY Warming Gel.  After applying a generous amount to his hard rod and fat balls, Eric began to pleasure himself.  The warming gel adding to the sensations provided by his hand added to the pleasure of thinking about what he wanted to do to that hot runner.  

Sliding his hand up and down his hot rod, Eric moaned as his left hand pinched his right nipple.  He slid his hand down his shaft, spread his legs, and pulled gently on his balls--rolling them between his fingers.  Sliding back up to his rod, he slid the loose skin all the way up, covering the purple head, then back down.  His pace was not fast, but he enjoyed every long, slow stroke.  Picturing Marc's head working his long pole and his smooth, fat balls bouncing off Marc's chin, Eric approached his climax.  Just before reaching his point of no return, he spread his legs wide, scooped some extra gel with his left hand, and pushed a fat middle finger up his ass.  Feeling the extra warmth and pressure around the sphincter, Eric began moaning loudly and wished his newfound lust were with him, Eric shot four long ropes of cum onto his hot, hairy chest.

>From the window behind, Marc watched in awe.  While he had been stroking his rod, he stopped in amazement as he watched the finger enter Eric's hole.  Could it be that this man in the house behind him enjoyed dick?  Marc's dick, now free from his hand hung hard and proud from his body, his balls pressed up from the elastic band of his shorts.  Marc rubbed his sweat-drenched chest and licked his lips as Eric shot cum over his blond chest, wishing he were there to clean up the mess.  Then, not realizing what was about to happen, Marc's dick erupted, sending his salty mix onto the window and floor below.

Eric took pleasure feeling the warm juices that he was now spreading across his defined abs.  Starting at the base of his 8 inch, uncut rod he squeezed out the remaining jizz and spread it liberally across the head.  Pulling his skin forward, he ran his thumb across the purple head.  His balls began their slow descent after having pulled close to his tool for his orgasm, the two-day ball sac stubble scratching his inner thigh.

Looking at the clock beside the bed, Eric saw that he had to get moving.  He had 45 minutes to get cleaned up, dressed and out the door to the airport.  Thankfully, as always, he had packed the night before, so that allowed him some extra time this morning.  Walking toward the shower, Eric's semi-hard rod bounced off his solid quadriceps.  Stepping down into the door-less shower, Eric turned on both showerheads, being careful not to enter the streams until the water warmed up.  Within moments, steam began to rise, and Eric stepped between the two jets of water.  Grabbing his body wash, Eric spread a liberal amount to his abs and began the task of removing the clumps of cum sticking to his blond chest hair.  With the aid of a small-toothed comb he kept on the shelf in the shower, he removed all evidence of his morning pleasure.  Eric began cleaning the rest of his toned body, washing and feeling his strong shoulders, well-developed arms, back and legs.  He took extra pleasure feeling his now round ass, running
  his fingers along the crack and pleasure hole.  Eric worked some extra soap across his large balls and, grabbing his razor, eliminated the stubble trying to grow.  Using the comb and scissors, Eric trimmed his bush, leaving a very neat hairline above his hard, ample rod.  Deciding to let his face stubble stay for the day, Eric washed his face and short hair, and finished his shower, his dick still wanting attention, but fading quickly.

Within minutes, he was dressed, groomed, and grabbing his suitcase, meal-replacement bar, he headed out the door.  The morning traffic presenting little of a challenge, Eric arrived at Houston's Bush Intercontinental Airport in just over 30 minutes.  Grabbing his boarding pass from the kiosk, he headed for security screening.  Having dressed about an hour earlier, Eric now began to take of clothing for security; shoes, belt, and jacket all going through the x-ray scanners.  Just before sending his carry on through the scanner, he remembered to take out the plastic bag with his liquids and gels.  He wondered if the underpaid screeners even noticed he carried a travel size KY Jelly with him.  Nobody had ever mentioned it, but he'd love that conversation.  Within the hour, Eric was on a small jet on his way to El Paso, a small city right on the border of Mexico.  Eric was going to say goodbye to Ryan, a late twenty something manager that worked for him.  Tomorrow was Ryan's last day with ABC Enterprises.  In the
  year that Eric had managed Ryan, he made sure to keep a safe distance.  Now that Ryan was leaving, Eric wanted a piece of Ryan's firm ass, and he hoped that Ryan was up to it.  Eric smiled, thinking of what Ryan might look like; naked and sitting on his hard dick.  Eric had seen a peek of dark hair at the collar of his polo shirt on a prior encounter, not to mention the strain of the sleeve cuffs at Ryan's biceps.  Eric licked his lips and forced himself away from this line of thought, as his pants were growing exceedingly small atop his crotch.

Arriving in El Paso, Eric's heart quickened as he reached the office.  How would Ryan look?  It had been at least 4 months since he'd last seen Ryan.  Summer having gone; Eric was sure that Ryan would be dressed in long sleeved, bulky winter wear.  Such a shame, he thought to himself.  Walking into the office, Eric greeted the staff who were pleased to see the Area Manager.  Pleasantries exchanged, the receptionist let him know that his interview had just arrived and he could use Ryan's office, as Ryan was running an errand.  Eric thought, 'Running an errand when your boss comes to town on nearly your last day?  Wow, that's some balls there!'

Eric met with two candidates that day, both well qualified, but neither nearly as easy on the eyes as Ryan.  Ryan had popped in briefly between the two interviews, but left Eric to his task of interviewing for his replacement.  After taking a couple of conference call meetings and drudging through email, Eric looked at the clock and saw that it was just past six.  The staff had long gone, Ryan sat patiently waiting for Eric to finish up so he could lock the doors and go home.  Eric packed up his laptop, deciding to finish up at the hotel and let Ryan get to his life.  Walking around the desk, Eric got his first real look of the day at Ryan.  While he was wearing a sweater, it was in no way bulky.  A nice dark red thin knit v-neck sweater, probably Marino Wool or something of the sort and well tailored dark slacks.  The sweater provided just the right amount of cling, outlining the strong deltoid and pectoral muscles.  The sleeves strained around the upper arm and remained taught all the way down to the wrist.
   Though the pants were dark, Eric could just barely make out the outline of Ryan's pleasure package.  Whether it was his imagination or reality, Eric thought he saw the outline of Ryan's dick along his upper left leg.  If so, wow!

"I'm sorry that I've kept you late, man," said Eric to Ryan.  "Time just got away from me.  I'll finish up at the hotel so that you can get back to your life."

"No worries Eric.  Aren't you going to have dinner?  You didn't even break for lunch."

"Was thinking about room service unless you can suggest something else," Eric fished for Ryan's accompaniment.

"I know just the place.  I need to get you away from this place.  You spend too much time working, and you need to have a little fun.  I went to your hotel and got you checked in.  Here's your key."

Eric thought that maybe he was reading in to that a bit too much.  What did Ryan mean by having fun?  The fun that he wanted to have involved Ryan in his hotel room.

A few minutes later, the two men, driving separate cars, arrived at a nondescript Mexican restaurant in what seemed to be a horrible part of El Paso.  "Man, where has he taken me?" Eric wondered to himself.  "It's a good thing he's so damn hot."

The two men opted to eat at the bar for faster refill service and to watch the game on the flat panel above the bar.  As usual, Eric scoped the room to see what El Paso had to offer today.  As he scanned the room during their conversations, Eric would let his eyes rest occasionally on various parts of Ryan's physique.  Ryan was the hottest thing in the bar, and Eric noticed the two of them getting their fair share of looks.  The looks, of course, were coming from pretty, young ladies, and Eric was not in the mood for a young lady this evening.  He'd had his heart set on steak; fish would not satisfy him tonight.

As the clock approached 8:00 PM, Eric thanked Ryan for providing the atmosphere for the evening and settled the check for both of them.  "How do I get back to the hotel from here?"  Eric asked.

"Just go west on I-10 and it's the LTB exit."

"Thanks.  Do you have a long drive home?  You good to drive?"  Eric wished that Ryan would say he couldn't drive. 

"I'm good man.  See you in the morning."

With that, his heart sinking, Eric headed for the hotel somewhat disappointed that he was going there alone.  Tomorrow, however, was another day.  Tomorrow, Ryan wouldn't work for him, and he wouldn't have to worry about fucking someone who worked for him. 
Pulling in to the hotel, Eric was glad that he was checked in and headed directly to his room.  Throwing his jacket across the chair, he removed the bedspread (and the nastiness that lived in/on it) and threw it into the corner.  He kicked off his shoes and removed his shirt and pants, hanging the pants in the closet.  Balling up his socks, he aimed for the shoes, and tossed them across the room.  The TV was on, and he found an episode of CSI.  It looked familiar, but he didn't intend on watching it; he liked the noise the TV offered.

A knock at the door was followed by a familiar voice, "Eric, you in there?"

His heart leapt in his throat.  Ryan?

Looking through the peephole, he saw that in fact, Ryan was outside.  'Man,' thought Eric, 'I'm not gonna hide my interest in him long wearing just these boxer-briefs.  Maybe that'll be OK.'

Eric opened the door, allowing his physique to be exposed to the visitor on the other side.  "What's up Ryan?  Are you OK?"  Eric watched the masculine face in front of him, as the piercing green eyes slid down to take in his body.  Seeing this, he stepped aside and motioned Ryan in.  No further words needed to be exchanged.  Both men now knew with certainty that they had the same desires.

Locking the door behind him, Eric turned his attention to Ryan.  "I quit."  Ryan said.

"I accept your resignation, now," Eric muttered as he leaned forward, pushed Ryan against the wall, and presented a long, deep kiss.  Running his hands along the heat of Ryan's body, Eric felt what he had desired since he met Ryan a year earlier.  Ryan held Eric's face close, not wanting to break the sensuality of the moment.  He savored the tastes of Eric's spit; still tasting the Michelob from earlier in the evening.  Eric broke free and pulled Ryan's sweater over his head.  His developed chest now exposed to the cold room.  Eric drank in the vision before him; the tanned skin covered with short, thin hair, the V-taper to the waist, and the slightly 'outie' belly button.  Eric took Ryan's left tit into his mouth and sucked long and hard.  

Ryan's head fell back to the wall as this lover began this attack on his body.  Ryan felt Eric's hands move, and felt the pressure at his waistline as Eric removed the belt, then released his pants.  Eric breathed heavy on the lowest portion of the eight-pack that was exposed and slid the pants off, releasing the thick, 9+ inch beast hiding in Ryan's pants.  "Oh fuck!" Eric moaned.  "Shit, you're not hard yet.  What does it turn in to?"  Eric held the pleasure rod in both hands, and licked along the top of the rod.

"Don't worry man, I'm a shower, not a grower.  That's about as long as it gets."  Ryan chuckled.  "I've wanted to fuck you with this rod for a long time now.  Are you going to disappoint me?"  

"I'd hate to disappoint you on your last day of work stud."  Eric stood and stepped over to his bag.  Pulling out the travel tube of KY, he showed Ryan, smiled and jumped on the bed.  "Get over here.  Get my ass ready for your monster cock."

Smiling, Ryan moved to the bed and with one fast motion, pulled the last article of clothing off Eric.  Eric's cock springing up after the release from the cotton prison.  Ryan's body now hovered over Eric, the strong shoulder and arm muscles bulging his weight shifted, and he lowered his head, with open mouth, to Eric's throbbing uncut meat.  "I haven't had uncut beef in a while man.  I've missed running my tongue under this flap."  

As Ryan expected, Eric's response was something more of a moan.  Hearing this, he continued his tongue action on Eric's meat.  Sliding his tongue under the foreskin allowed him to take foreskin into his mouth, sucking and providing Eric exquisite pleasure.  Ryan could smell Eric's musk, the combined scents of sweat and pube, and he enjoyed every second.  Ryan released his hold on the rod in his face and pulled Eric's legs up and open.  Lowering his head further, Ryan sucked a smooth nut into his mouth, rolling the ball across his tongue; biting gently.  Heading further south, Ryan found his source of pleasure for the evening, Eric's puckered hole, and slid his wet, warm tongue across the entrance.  Again as expected, Eric moaned and spread his legs further.  

Sliding his tongue repeatedly across the hole, Ryan began to press his tongue and finger into the eager hole.  Eric was now holding Ryan's head, encouraging the attack on his ass.  "Open my ass.  I want that dick!"

Hearing that Eric was ready, Ryan kept his fingers busy in the ass, but returned his mouth to Eric's hard cock; now wet with pre-cum.  Ryan stroked the prostate and watched as additional juice flowed forth.  In one fast motion, Ryan swallowed Eric's rod down to the base and began his attempt at getting even more juice from the rod.  Eric's head flailed from side to side as Ryan pleasured him; demanding nothing in return.  He lay on the bed, sweat dripping from his body as Ryan's hot, wet mouth and firm, fat fingers worked.  Eric felt Ryan's spit dripping down his rod; more interestingly, he felt his whole dick inside Ryan's mouth and throat.  He could feel the tight throat muscles contracting around his head, and the pleasure was growing too great.  "Ryan, man.  I'm gonna cum."

Expecting Ryan to pull off, Eric was surprised when Ryan's grip got tighter.  The sucking sensations grew more intense, and Eric could feel the throat muscles constricting tighter around his hot head.  Throwing his head back and running his hands through Ryan's hair, he released a long, low moan, and his hot load down Ryan's throat.  Ryan slid off of the rod and moved up Eric's body, his face and neck red.  "Your dick is better than I imagined, and I had no idea that you took such good care of your bod.  I'm gonna enjoy fucking you tonight."  Ryan's face showed a bright smile as he leaned down and gave Eric another deep, passionate kiss.  

Eric pulled Ryan's hot, sweaty body down atop him; feeling the monster rod resting next to his.  Eric's ass ached for that rod, and it was his turn to perform.  Eric wanted to show Ryan that he was in fact the boss.  Pushing Ryan over, Eric quickly moved atop Ryan, straddling his chest.  Reaching for the KY, Eric palmed a fat blob, reached back, and slathered it into his waiting hole.  Leaning down, he kissed Ryan deep, wanting to taste more of his own cum.  Sliding his lubed hand onto Ryan's monster rod, he felt the veins supplying the blood to give the monster life.  After a few strokes, Eric decided that the rod was good and hard and slid his ass back and down until the tip touched, then entered his eager hole.  With determination, he lowered his firm body down, inch by inch, until his body rested on Ryan.  Ryan smiled and wiggled his hips, sliding his dick in fully.  "Most people are scared.  You didn't say a thing."

"I've wanted it for a year, I wasn't going to back out today."  Placing his hands on Ryan's hard pecs, Eric began his ride on Ryan's monster; sliding the rod nearly out of his hot, tight hole, then back down to the base.  Eric put pressure on Ryan's chest, pinching his nipples, and kneading the pecs as he worked the long rod in and out of his hole.  His ass screamed from the pressure, but even as it screamed from pain, the cheers of joy were twice as loud.  Beads of sweat formed then dropped to Ryan as Eric's pace quickened.  Ryan helped, holding Eric's ass and helping him raise and lower.  Eric loved watching the strong arms work to fuck his ass.  Eric could feel Ryan's abs, pecs, and quads in action, as he actively pushed up with each of Eric's down thrusts.  

Ryan's moans began to grow louder and Eric knew his fuckmate was close to climax.  Ryan pulled Eric down so the two were chest to chest; Ryan's mouth on Eric's neck; licking and sucking.  Ryan's feet moved up the bed, providing thrust traction as he took over, fucking Eric from below.  Moments later, he squeezed Eric tight as he shot his cream load deep into Eric.  

Eric felt Ryan's rod twitching in his depths and pushed back, moving Ryan's rod deeper into his ass.  Smiling, he relaxed fully and collapsed on top of Ryan.  "I think you need to stay the night."

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