1. Bound Trade


    Date: 9/7/2015, Categories: Gay Male, Author: Tyde, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

    The door bell rings. When I answer he is standing there in black jeans and a t-shirt that hugs his muscular chest and arms. Without a word he goes over to the couch and lowers his jeans. There is no underwear beneath them, just an already hard cock that bounces when it is released. Next he pulls off his shirt and drops down on the couch. Without a word he spreads his legs for me and stares down at his cock over the tattoos on his tight chest and belly. He is tough and hot with his shaved head, goatee, and bold snaking tats -- but -- he just sits there. His dick reaches past his belly button, solidly thick, uncut, and leaking profusely. I love the heat of that long, skin-covered dick, and I love drinking a steady flow of pre-cum from it. His showing up unannounced and stripping down is getting to be a habit. Once, I enticed this hot trade home and serviced him. It was so intense, I called him back a few more times. Now he just shows up, like this, on his own. I'm not complaining. It is the best deal in the world for me. Although he says he’s straight, he comes back often. Although a top, he is oddly passive. He lets me use his body as if he were bound. I suck that meaty dick and he sits there with his tattoo-covered arms loose by his side. No sound. No sign he that likes what I’m doing. If I nudge him, he’ll roll over on his knees so I can lick his asshole. When my tongue is tired and his scent is all slurped away, I flip him again and then sit on his pole. Putting his hands ...
    behind his head he lets me ride but makes no sound and no eye-contact. He just stares at my cock slapping on his hard abs. If I stop to rest he starts pumping into me, moving his hips powerfully. With his arms up I bend into his pits. They’re dark and musky. Soon the smell and taste of him gets me going again and I start moving with his thrusts. When I do, he stops humping. It’s up to me to keep impaling myself on his hard, straight rod as if it were just a hot-blooded dildo. He remains steel-hard from the point when he strips and plops down on the couch. Although he doesn’t seem involved in what I’m doing to him, his dick never falters, it remains as stiff as any cock can be and the pre-cum never stops oozing from the slit. Being “straight” is all important to him. He’s tied up with that image and can’t think his way past it. He pretends to ignore what I’m doing, but his burning ass quivers and opens for my tongue. His cock shouldn’t rise for me, but it’s hard before he even drops his jeans. He must think that if he moves too much, it means he’s enjoying what he came here for, so he just lies there. He pretends he does not particularly want it. There's no doubt, though, that it makes him hot. I sometimes catch him stifling a moan as I tease his ass open with my tongue. He doesn’t want to moan when my tongue is up his ass or when his throbbing cock head is deep in my throat, but he does in spite of himself. And then there's the fact that he keeps bringing that cock and ass ...
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