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Mr. Cabernet

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

good, your hole’s so hot, and does that feel good?" By this time he was fucking me hard and fast and knocking the breath out of me. He hoarsely whispered, “Jack yourself off.” I grabbed my dick and jacked as hard as he was fucking me. He started making sharp stabs deep inside me and I knew he was coming. He knocked my hand away and grabbed my dick and jacked me and I shot off all over my stomach. He sat back on his haunches, pulling me so his cock was still all the way in, and just looked at me smiling, then took hold of my arm and pulled me up and kissed me again. “Did you like that?” “Yeah, a lot. Did you?” “Very much.” He pushed me back so he could get up and headed for the bath, turned and said, “Come on, we can shower together.” I’m sorry to say that was the last time I heard from Steve. I kept waiting for the phone to ring, but it never did. I mean from him. But I remembered him and appreciated the things he had taught me. During the following months and then years several things happened. First I became really eighteen, I graduated from high school and during this time I grew another two inches, and my dick did too. Well, maybe not a full two inches, but I had no reason to be ashamed of it anymore. In fact, I was rather pleased with it. I was accepted at one of the universities I had applied to, but it was the one located in the largest city in our state, which was at the other end of the state. I of course soon was embedded in the gay life, and found out it felt ... good getting sucked off and that I liked fucking ass as much as I liked getting fucked. At the beginning of my junior year my Pop died of massive heart failure. When I graduated I found a job there instead of returning home. My Mom and I kept in constant touch, first by phone, then e-mail and later Skype. At my work I met Michael. He wasn’t particularly good looking. I don’t mean he was ugly or homely. He was more what would be called nice looking or attractive, but he had a great personality. He was always up, making you laugh. It was impossible to be down when you were in his presence. He was the epitome of Mr. Nice Guy. We became lovers and I was crazy about him. We worked together and moved in together - never tired of being together. My Mom’s sister kept telling her it was my Pop who had died, not her. She needed to get out and mix. I joined in and she eventually started getting back into society. She had been an executive secretary before marrying my Pop. She went back in the job market and ended up as a secretary in the governor’s office. And then she began mentioning Clark, more and more. Two more years of my life had gone by and I was twenty-seven. A fellow worker named Glenda, who was a lesbian, walked in on Michael getting fucked by the mailroom boy, in the mail room. She thought it was funny. I was devastated. I couldn’t take it. I moved out and was miserable at work. Mom told me to quit and come back home. I was tempted. She also told me Clark was a lawyer in the ...