1. Mr. Cabernet


    Date: 10/13/2015, Categories: Gay Male, Author: spinneroftales, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

    on the edge of it. He went to a small refrigerator and took out a bottle. “I invited you for a drink, but all I have is wine. I hope that’s okay.” I had never drunk anything with alcohol, not even beer, but I said, “Sure.” He got two plastic cups from the bathroom, unwrapped them and poured the wine in them. He handed me one. “I’m glad you’re eighteen. I wouldn’t want to accused of corrupting a minor.” I kind of giggled and tasted my wine. I liked it. I picked up the bottle and read the name written in fancy script. “Cabernet,” I said, pronouncing the “t”. I didn’t even try to pronounce the second word. “No, no, Cabernay, it’s French, the “t” is silent. Cabernay.” “Cabernay,” I repeated. We sipped our wine, me following him on how to properly drink it. I asked him, “What did you say your name was?” “Steve.” I was looking at a briefcase on the desk that was stamped in gold “O.C.” I knew those had to be his initials, but his saying his name was Steve just added to the excitement. What could be better than a mysterious stranger. Maybe he was a spy. He set his cup down and sat on the edge of the bed. “God, I’m tense from working all day. Could you do me a favor? Could you massage my neck and shoulders?” I stood up and went over to the bed, but once there I didn’t know how to get in position. “Just get on the bed behind me and you can do it easily.” So I climbed on the bed and got on my knees behind him. I had no idea how to massage anyone, but the basics weren’t hard. “Yeah, ...
    that feels good. You’re doing a good job.” He unbuttoned the rest of the buttons on his shirt and pulled it off. We continued for a few minutes with him rolling his head around making his neck crack. He said, “Here, let me do you. Pull off your shirt,” but he grabbed the bottom of my polo shirt and pulled it off over my head before I had a chance. We switched places and he expertly massaged my neck and shoulders and then slid his hands under my arms and rubbed them over my chest and stomach. He was leaning against my back and I could feel the soft hairs of his chest. He began nibbling and kissing my neck and sticking his tongue in my ear. I melted into his chest, thinking I might faint. He whispered in my ear, “Let’s get naked.” Without waiting for an answer he got off the bed and unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants and pulled them off. He looked at me, and I unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them off. He had on boxers with snaps and he opened them and let them drop to the floor and kicked them aside. I lay back on the bed and raised my legs and pulled my briefs off, and then sat up, kind of hiding my dick with my arms. Steve said, “Let me see it.” I had been staring at his cock. I had never seen one that long and fat. It was uncut, just like the first cock I had ever sucked, but much bigger, and he had big balls hanging behind it. I was ashamed, but I moved my arms. “Hey, you have a nice cock for an eighteen year old.” He stepped over to the bed, sat down beside me, put one arm ...
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