1. Mr. Cabernet


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

    on it and a pen and I wrote down my number. He took it and walked me to the door, his big soft cock swinging side to side. “You stay out of that park, young man, and jack off as soon as you get home or you’ll have blue balls, if you know what that means.” I didn’t, but I nodded and thought I might find the first bathroom I could use and jack off there. He started to open the door and then said, “Wait,” and walked over to the night table, took twenty dollars out of his wallet, came back and pressed it into my hand. “Here, get yourself something to eat on the way home.” On my way home the word “cabernet” kept repeating in my mind. The next morning when I awoke the first thought I had was, “Mr. Cabernet.” “Aha!” I thought, “Mr. Cabernet, international spy.” It was seven or eight, maybe nine weeks later when my phone rang one Friday night. I answered and a deep voice said, “Thad, it’s Steve. I know it’s late, but is there any way you can come to the hotel?” Without hesitation I said, “Yeah, I can go.” “Good, room two seventeen, got that? Two seventeen. Don’t stop downstairs. Just come straight on up. Two seventeen. See you then.” I told Pop that it had been Tommy Santiago on the phone and I had his math work book and he had mine. I was going to take it to him and we were going to study for an exam on Monday. I ran to the bus stop and hopped from one foot to the other waiting for the damn bus to arrive. When I got off I ran two blocks to the hotel, but had the good sense to slow ...
    down and walk through the lobby at a normal pace. I knocked on the door and Steve opened it, smiled and said, “Thad, good to see you.” I, like a fool said, “Mr. Cabernet.” He laughed and said, “You remember.” But this time there was no wine. He was wearing a white terrycloth robe and his hair was damp from the shower. He pulled my sweater off and jerked his head back with a frown. “You can take a shower in there. There’s a stack of clean towels.” I hadn’t taken a shower that morning and I guess I smelled pretty rank. I was embarrassed but learned a valuable lesson. The hot steamy water felt good and the soap smelled like crushed leaves. When I came out of the bath with the towel around my waist Steve was laying propped up in bed naked, his hand slowly working his erect cock. He said, “I’m afraid I couldn’t wait. I started without you. Come here gorgeous.” I took off the towel and threw it back in the bathroom, not knowing where it landed. I jumped on the bed and dove for his cock, slurping it into my mouth like a starving man with a steak. For the next half hour I toyed with and enjoyed Mr. Cabernet’s big cock. He lay there with his hands behind his head, or caressing my back, occasionally placing a hand on my head. A half hour of heaven! I guess he was ready to come, because he flipped me over onto my back and knelt over me and stuck his cock back in my mouth. The first time I had sucked him off he had sort of fucked my mouth, but only moving his cock a few inches, and very ...
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