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Smokin’ Gun

7 Stories for the 7 Ages of a Gay Male


By: David Foster


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All characters enclosed in this work are aged 18 or over


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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, organizations, places, events, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any similarity to actual persons, living or deceased, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.


Text Copyright © David Foster

Table of Contents:

#1: Pride:

#2: Greed:

#3: Envy:

#4: Wrath:

#5: Lust:

#6: Gluttony:

#7: Sloth:

Pride

I am considered a man for all men, and I do my best to live up to the reputation. You see, it’s not what you accomplish in life that is important, but more who you meet and what kinds of connections you make. After all, you only live this life once and then it’s over. It’s like the song “candle in the wind” and I can even quote Shakespeare and say that we all play our parts in the play then exit stage left.

I used to think that life was pre-destined, but over time I believe my beliefs have changed slightly. I now believe that it’s what you put into it and how you are perceived by others that determine your role in life and where you go in it. I have always been the golden boy and if that wasn’t apparent already, then it soon will become abundantly clear.

I was born into a modest home, with parents that loved me, but they worked themselves into an early grave, and I swore that that wouldn’t happen to me and I was damned and determined to make that fact a reality.

While in school I met the man of my dreams but unfortunately that man was one of my professors. I found out he liked me when I stopped by his class to talk about my grade and see if there was anything I could do to change his mind at all. I walked in without knocking and found him using his own body like it was an amusement park. He didn’t even hear me come in because he was so engrossed with something that was lying on his desk. As I got closer to take a peek at what it was, I thought it would be a man’s mag or something that he was jerking at but was floored to see a picture of me in my rugby shorts and uniform. I was shocked. But very turned on by the whole spectacle. Who knew that teachers in college fantasized about us, like we do with them? I have spent plenty a night thinking of Mr. Richards in a carnal way and now I had the real thing right in front of me.

I got down on my knees and crawled over to his desk and under it. He had the lights off so the only illumination was the setting sun outside and it was nearly out of sight. Suddenly the door opened and in walked one of the other teachers to speak to him. I couldn’t see who it was, but I did see something else that became very clear. Mr. Richards had pulled in his chair and now the teachers measuring stick was right near my mouth. I heard the other teacher say “So, Dick, what are your plans for the holidays? I decided to see how far I could go and reached out with one hot hand and grabbed onto the protruding stick. He gasped but did not let on that I was there. He did push his hips in a little closer so he wouldn’t be seen from the other teacher. He said “Umm I don’t know, oh my, maybe visit the folks for a spell” I could tell his heart was beating a mile a minute and wanted to see it go even faster.

I slid a little closer to his throbbing man-stick that was in my hand and replaced my hand with my hot, wet mouth. I took just the tip in and circled my tongue around and around listening to him try and find his breath. It was a good thing the other teacher was completely oblivious, because to anyone else it would have been very obvious what was going on here. I mean it didn’t take a rocket scientist to realise Mr Richards face was turning all colors of the rainbow as he struggled not to show any hint of what was happening to him under the desk. I heard the other teacher in the distance talking about his plans for holidays and I could hear Mr. Richards, or Dick, making every effort to say yes or no. That was all that he was able to manage at this time. I heard the other teacher say that he had to go, that his wife had a meatloaf waiting at home for him. What a coincidence, I had a meatloaf right here in my mouth and it was delicious and even came with some extra sauce that I dearly wanted more of. I was never one to shy away from risk and this was one risk that was well worth taking. I saw all my mates going to pubs and bars for hook-ups and I found that quite distasteful and wrong on so many levels. I could never lower myself and my standards to be caught dead in one of those places. After all I had my pride. My pride was so important to me.

After the teacher left I felt the chair and his meatloaf slide a little out of my enveloping mouth but he wasn’t trying to stop me, in fact, he just wanted to see who was giving him such great oral pleasure. I smiled up at him and his eyes were as wide as they could get with the realization that the object of his desire was right there in person with him; orally worshipping every inch of him. He slid his chair back, jamming that meatloaf all the way in making me stop and pull back for a second. Then I came at him even faster than before, taking in and out at a rapid pace, till I heard him scream “Oh God, don’t stop, I’m about to… and then he did and I got all the special sauce that I could handle and then some. He was like a fire hose and it just didn’t seem like it would ever end. I held on through the deluge and then slid out from underneath the desk. He was lying back in his chair with his head slumped back and his breathing was very heavy and raspy. I said “I think I deserve an A for that, don’t you Teach” and as I walked out of the classroom, I was sure that my grades were going to improve drastically.

Let’s just say that after that Mr. Richards and his Dick or was his name Dick, it doesn’t matter now, started to look after me a bit more, improving my grades. Yes my grades did improve but he never talked to me about what happened or even initiated anything, even though I really wanted him to. I graduated from College with honours and I never saw Dick again. That was certainly not my first Dick, but there were some Toms and even a Harry if I remember correctly. All in college and all well on their way to happy homes and the whole picket fence deal. They just used me for something to try and after all, what is college for, if not for experimenting a little. I can always say that I gave them their first taste of real testosterone sex, something that their soon to be wives couldn’t give them. How could any woman compete with me?

When I got out of college I got a job in public relations. I was the guy that spun anything bad that anyone did, and I got so good at my profession that even senators and other public office officials came to me for my services.

I got a call from a well-known member of parliament that needed my special services. He just found out that he was being sued for a paternity suit and he needed someone to make it all go away. I agreed to meet him at his office and we could go over all the pertinent details of the case.

As I was walking up the steps of the building where his office was a young man in his early 20’s bumped into me and sent my briefcase and his papers flying everywhere. Who walks around the city with a pile of papers in his hand without a briefcase to hold them? I said to him “Why don’t you watch where you’re going, you moron”. Then I looked up and into the most piercing blue eyes that I have ever seen. I was so enraptured by his eyes that I didn’t even hear him when he said he was sorry and that it was all his fault. He then said “Why don’t you let me make it up to you and buy you a drink at the pub that I own”. He put a business card in my hands and ran off down the stairs as I sat goo gooing over a man I just met. I watched that fine ass in a pair of tight jeans hail a cab and wave goodbye to me as he was taken away. I must have looked like a total fool, sitting there with this doe eyed look on my face. I looked down at the card and saw that it was from one of those pubs that I wouldn’t be caught dead in when I was at college. Some places just ain’t up to my standards. I shook off the experience and went up the stairs into the building.

I got in the office and was met by the mans personal aide. Now, that’s one thing that will have to change. If he wanted to change his perception in the public’s eye, he would have to start meeting people in person and not just pawn it all on his assistant. Oh, the assistant was a pure bred politician all on his own and gave me all the answers I needed but without really answering anything. He said “He is a very busy man today, but he said that he would see you immediately after his next meeting”. I could already see the writing on the wall; he had someone meet me and now he was making me wait. Classic stall tactic to give him the power in the meeting, but I was not going to be treated like one of his lackeys. I’m a proud man and not someone to be treated like that. I got up and walked over to the door to the office and pushed past the assistant and into the outer office. The secretary tried in vain to stop me, but I was already through the doors. I walked right in and closed and locked the door behind me. He was standing at his desk with his pants around his ankles and one of his underlings working on his tool. The young man had to be still in his late teens, and he was taking everything he could in his more than capable hands.

The underling saw me and made a beeline for the door in a hurry. The man tried to pull up his pants but I put a hand on his hand and pulled it away letting his pants fall to the floor. I was in control now and wanted him to know it. I took his hand and put it on my crotch letting him know that I was the one that was calling the shots here and that he would have to follow my lead. I reached out and took a hold of him and I could feel the power in my hands. He didn’t say a word and all I said was “If you want my help, you’ll have to do things my way” and then I slipped off my pants then took his two hands and placed them on the waistband of my shorts. He got the idea pretty quickly and was tugging them down and off till he was on his knees worshiping at the altar that was my penis. He opened his mouth to say something and I slid between his lips before one word escaped his lips. I said, “I think you have something else to occupy your mouth rather than anything that you may have to say”. He mumbled mmmmphh as he licked and took me all the way in. I had my hand on the top of his balding head, as I guided him.

I even coached him how to do it better, and he took direction well, which would go a long way in this budding relationship. He had me right there on the precipice, but I stopped myself and got him on his feet. I put my hand on the small of his back and he immediately leaned over his desk with his tight buns waiting for my arrival. I slid in between his spread legs and pushed his legs out of the way. I aimed and fired my weapon of mass destruction, destroying anything in my path, until I was fully enveloped inside him. He again tried to speak, but I put my hand over his mouth. There was nothing that he had to say that I wanted to hear and besides I was a little busy doing some strenuous knee bends. Believe me when I tell you, doing knee bends up at that angle puts a lot of strain on the calf muscles, not that I was complaining. Then as I was pistoning back and forth, I felt a nagging itch in the back of my mind and found when I concentrated on it, that the image of that handsome uncouth man came into my mind. That image of his tight ass walking to the taxi was too much for me and I gave that politician all that he could handle from me. I pulled out and was flummoxed to see that I had not gone remotely soft. I took that man in front of me and lifted him onto his desk, using one hand to clear the whole top of it, sending everything flying to the floor including the keyboard. Luckily the computer stayed on top but sat precariously on the edge.

I flipped his legs over top of my shoulders and drove forward with a desire that I had never felt before. It wasn’t him making me feel this way, but he was on the receiving end as a result of it. My butt was a blur of motion as I pounded that politician until he was just flailing his arms and legs into the air as the pleasure penetrated his very core. There was nothing he could do, but take what I was giving him and enjoy the ride. That man had no control over anything that was happening, and I had gone beyond all reason and past the point of no return. I just kept playing that mans face in my mind over and over again and his body only fuelled me to wreck the piece of meat lying before me. This guy I was pounding was nothing but a receptacle for me to use and have any way I wanted him. He wasn’t even that attractive, but at that moment all I could think about was my own carnal desires.

His thighs had red welt marks on the back of them and it was from the steely grip I had on him, not letting him get away from my advances. Now, I would imagine, he was feeling the same way as some of his underlings had felt when they were on the receiving end of one of his lame ass come ons. It served him right, and maybe this would be a wake up call to his actions.

I could feel myself ready to blow at any minute, so I pulled him off the desk and back onto his knees in front of my ready to blow weapon and I stuck it into his mouth and let loose and never stopped stroking in and out till there was nothing left in me. It goes without saying that I got the job and he apparently became an entirely different man. His staff told me that he was more kind and was not coming onto any of them. Unfortunately, the same couldn’t be said for me, because he began to text, and call me repeatedly wanting a repeat performance of what happened in the office that day. I finished my job with him in a week and left him with a better reputation with the public with the help of various charities that I had made him contribute to. I even got him to create a charity for underage mothers, which really went well with the public poll.

A couple of weeks later I started to drive by that other guy’s pub every day, but I just didn’t see myself ever going in and frequenting such a place as that. Come on now, it just seemed so dirty and beneath me as a person of class. Like I said before, I have standards to keep and can’t let them slip. But, I did want to get to know him better, so I would have to do some necessary research. Maybe, if I learned enough about him, I wouldn’t have to go to the trouble of actually going into that place. I went on the Internet and did some preliminary research on the owner of the pub that was written on his business card. His name was Frank Hunter and he was 34 years old and has owned the pub for the past 15 years, ever since his dad passed away and he inherited the whole thing from him. It said in an article that he had completely overhauled the whole pub about 5 years ago, and now it had a more modern look. However, it was still the same place and the same riff raff that frequented the place. I knew that, because I knew some of the regulars that went there, through some of my friends and they said even though the place changed in looks, it was the same place as it was before. Sounded a bit of a dump to me.

I needed to find some kind of way of alleviating this tension and frustration that I was feeling towards Frank though. I decided that I would have to go out and find someone to get together with. I knew of an upscale place that was known for the yuppie crowd; it was basically an Internet café with a lot of different types of coffee to choose from. I knew of the place, as a lot of my friends had mentioned it as the ‘in’ place to go. They didn’t mention that if it was a pick up place or not and I didn’t ask. I decided to take the risk anyway and see for myself. After all, this seemed more to my taste and standards.

I walked into the cafe bar and immediately thought that I wasn’t going to have any luck. Everyone was busy with their noses in their monitors and their hands were a blur on their keyboards. They were so engrossed in what they were doing that they didn’t even look up when new people came through the door. I got a coffee and was about to leave, because all the clicky clacking was driving me batty, when I spotted a young man actually reading a book. Here was a young man who hadn’t gotten carried away on the wings of technology and was finding the simple joy of immersing himself into a story. I got a little closer and saw that he was reading my favourite book “Wuthering Heights”. It is a classic tale of love in the moors. I sat down at his table and he looked up from his reading and smiled at me. He had a set of dimples that would’ve made any man swoon in one look. I was also captured by his features but all I wanted to do was bend him over the table and do him right here in front of everyone. Besides, it wasn’t as if anyone here would’ve noticed anyway.

He put his book down and said, “Is there something I can do for you"? I decided to be blunt and said “I think there’s something we can do for each other” then reached over and took his hand in mine. He looked at me and then after a few seconds of awkward silence he motioned with his head to follow him. We got up from the table and went outside onto the sidewalk. He walked in front of me and we walked till we came upon that pub with Frank safely hidden behind its door. I stopped for a second and couldn’t move. I just stood there and stared at the door that could lead to my future love. The young man must’ve seen me stop, because now he was whispering in my ear “Whoever you are interested in inside there will still be there later on” then he took my hand and led me a couple of blocks over to a high rise building.

We went in and he said something to the woman behind the counter and she immediately let him in. We took the elevator to the top floor and when it opened we were standing in a penthouse office and apartment all rolled into one. He said, “Can I offer you a drink”. I decided that a drink was just what the doctor ordered. I drank my scotch and water, when I felt his hands pulling at my jacket. I put down my drink and he slowly took the jacket off me and placed it gingerly over the handle of the door we just came in from. He said, “I want you to know, that I don’t do one nightstands, but your frank and blunt approach intrigued me and I wanted to have your legs wrapped around my head”

He took my hand and put it over the prominent bulge in his pants, making me gasp at how big he truly was. He said to me “I know that I’m not the one you want, but let's enjoy this moment together, and leave everything else at the front door” I didn't know if I could do that or not, but I was willing to give it a try and see where this would lead me. I said, “I can see you're quite perceptive, but at this moment in this time I’m with you. He took my hand and placed it on his face and then he did the same with one of his hands to me and then leaned in to kiss me deeply, sending all thoughts out of my head of Frank and what I really wanted to do to him, given half a chance.

He ran his hand down over my body, making sure to touch and feel every inch. He could feel how excited I was but he also knew that it wasn't him that was making me feel this way. He didn't seem to care, and just wanted to be with me anyway. He said, “Let me make you forget about what you don't have and give you something to remember about what you do have right in front of you. He unzipped his fly exposing his hot naked flesh to my eyes. I knew that I needed him at that moment and dropped down onto my knees in front of him to see what I was getting. I lifted it up in my hand and brought it to my mouth. I gave him everything I had and more, and his reaction was one of total pleasure at what he was feeling. I was doing things with my tongue that I am sure that he never had before. He had his hands wrapped around my hair and was using my mouth for his own pleasure. I knew that he wouldn’t last very long and was ready for him when he uncorked like a wine bottle filling my mouth.

He stepped back from me, trying to get his breath back after such a strenuous and physically demanding exercise. He said, “Come with me” and led me upstairs to his bedroom at the end of the hall. I stood there as he undressed me with first his eyes and then his hands. I was suddenly in a vulnerable state, naked in front of him and he was still dressed. This man walked around me and surveyed the whole scope of what he had in front of him. The only thing exposed on him was the hard periscope sticking out of his pants, which was still slick from what I did to him with my mouth. He slapped my ass with the palm of his hand making me jump a little. He took me by the base of my hardness and pulled me over to the bed, which he sat down on and took me deep into his own mouth. I said, “I hope you know that if you, ummm, keep that up, oh my, then I won’t be able to hold back”

I knew from the way that he was going at me, that it wasn’t going to be an issue with him; he wanted me to give him the same thing that he gave me. That didn't take very long, and I balled my hands into a fist as my gush of love came flooding forth. He didn’t give me any time for a breather as he got up behind me and pushed me forward till my hands were resting on the mattress and the rest of my body was bent over at the waist. He pushed my legs apart and was in me in a flash. I was a little taken back by how forceful he was with me, but it’s what I went looking for and was exactly what I found.

Our flesh was slapping together on each of his hip thrusts and my ass was being invaded over and over again. He pulled back on my hair and held me tight against him, getting even deeper in me than he already was. He had bottomed out in me and I felt his pubic bone make contact with the cheeks of my hard butt. Our union wasn’t meant to be anything but a quick fling designed to give us both the pleasure that we were both looking for. I felt the power of his legs as the continually slapped against the back of my thighs. He had started to speed up his thrusts, letting me know that he was close and all I would have to do to make him fall into the abyss would be to reach back and manually stimulate his two orbs between his legs. When he felt my hands cup him there and begin to roll them back and forth in my hands, he couldn’t take it anymore and the floodgates opened. Pure satisfaction from a quick bang. Nothing more than that though; no love or emotion as he wasn’t really in my league, I had eyes on bigger fish than him.

I left there feeling empty and unfulfilled. It was good, while it lasted, but ultimately, it wasn’t what I was looking for. I knew that I would have to bite the bullet and go into the pub that Frank owned and see him for myself. It was the only way, that I could be sure that he was the one for me. I knew that if I really wanted to see him again I’d have to bite the bullet, swallow my pride and just force myself through the doors.

I drove over to his place of business and parked in the parking lot, just looking at the door and wondering if I had enough guts to actually go into a place that I felt was beneath me. I finally got up the courage and made my way over to the front of the door. I had to overcome my pride and prejudice over entering such a place. I opened the door and got this sticky substance on my fingers that I had to wipe off with a handkerchief. I saw the object of my desire tending bar and wiping down the entire surface with a rag in his hand. I walked over to the edge of the bar and said, “What does a guy have to do, to get a beer”? He looked up from what he was doing and saw me standing there and a big smile crossed his face as he realized who I was. He said “I think I can handle that for you” and he came over and put foamy beer in front of me.

I took a sip of the beer, and he said to me “I was wondering if you'd ever come by and see me” “I was starting to think that I would never see you again; I found myself constantly thinking about you”. I couldn't believe my ears. He had been thinking of me, and I had been thinking about him. That just didn't seem possible to me, but I knew in my heart that he was telling me the truth. I was starting to get an inkling about what my pride could’ve cost me and I wasn't going to let that happen with Frank. I said over the din of the place “Maybe we can get together after your shift ends” he said “Why wait, I own the place, I can leave anytime I want to” He went to talk to one of the other bartenders and then he got his coat and came over to where I was standing.

He said “I have a place just out of town, that we can go to, if you want that is”? I said “I thought you’d never ask” then I followed him out to his car and got into the passenger side. It was all I could do not to put my hands on him, but I restrained myself, until we got to his place on the edge of town. We got into the front door and we went and talked on the sofa. He said “Can I ask, what took you so long in coming to find me” I said “I have to be honest with you, even though I wanted desperately to see you, I just couldn’t see myself going into your place” He gave me a look and then smiled saying “I know how you feel, but it’s a pretty cool place, and if you can get past the drunks and bikers there on Saturday nights, then you would have a great time” He said “Besides, it’s not the ambience you’re looking for, it’s me”. I had never put it into that perspective before and was seeing that he was right. It wasn’t like I would have to go back there again if I didn’t want but it was where I would find him at most nights. He told me that when he isn’t working, he’s here writing a book. I asked him what kind of book he was writing and he said “It’s an erotic journey of self discovery for a young man struggling with what he wants his identity to be” I said “I’d love to read what you have already written so far”

He took me over to the study and we went inside and over to the computer and desk against the far wall. I sat down at the console and he brought up the manuscript on the screen. I started to read and it wasn’t long before things started to get a little steamy in the story and in real life. I was reading a particular chapter on the young mans first time with a man and I could feel myself immersing into the story. I felt that I was the young man in the story and I had to shift in my seat to try and adjust the growing problem that I seemed to be having in my pants.

I felt a pair of hands on my shoulders and Frank began to knead my muscles with the strength of his manly hands. I had my eyes half closed and was purring like a kitten in his arms. I felt those hands travelling slowly down to the small of my back and he started to use his knuckles making my body go completely limp and relaxed at the feel of his touch. He said “I see you’re enjoying my Middle Eastern massage” and I said “Oh yeah” and just leaned back against him.

I got to another part of the story where the young man was experiencing his first threesome and both guys were black and hung. He had trouble getting their girth into his mouth, so they made sure he took them both all the way in as they mounted him from behind. I was feeling very aroused and relaxed from Frank’s massage technique at the same time, when I felt the chair being turned slightly and then he was between my legs. He said “Let’s see what I can do about this growing problem you seem to be having and all because of my little story. Just keep reading, you’re getting to the best part. Don’t mind me, I think I can find something to do to pass the time” then he reached out and pulled my zipper down and fished inside for his prize.

I had grown quite a bit from his massage and reading this steamy book, so it was difficult for him to pull me loose, but he managed. It came out standing free and proud and hard as a rock in front of his face. I felt his hot lips caressing the shaft and then I was in his hot mouth. I put my hands on top of the desk and continued to read. By now the story was telling about a baker who had fallen in love with his assistant and they were in the process of using an icing bag on each other and licking it off. My own icing was threatening to explode any second and there was nothing I could do, but let it happen. I gripped the keyboard in both hands and yelled “Ohhhhh my God” and then he was getting all the icing cream that he could handle.

He got up from under the desk and stood in front with his fly undone and his own impressive hardness at mouth level. I didn’t even have to think twice, I had him in my hot embrace and he had his hands in my hair holding on as he delved deeper and deeper to the very core of me. If he went any deeper, he would’ve struck oil. He said, “That’s it, I love that” it turned me on to share my technique for oral delights with him. His legs were moving, matching the thrust of my head, driving in and out of my oral embrace. He couldn’t last very long either, but instead of finishing off, he pulled free. He wasn’t ready to let that happen just that, and had other thoughts on where to let the eye of the storm loose. He said “I want you so much, it hurts not being around you” and I guess I had the same feelings too because ever since that day I bumped into him on the stairs of that building, I have felt the same way about him.

I got up off the chair and pushed it to the side and assumed the position on top of the desk. This way I could finish what I was reading and he could occupy his time with something even more delightful. I was reading and humping at the same time.

I got to another interesting part where the young man was at his house and had found himself again with his assistant, but now he realized he was the love of his life. His lover had him bent over the kitchen table and just as he was impaled on his hard rolling pin, Frank took that moment to do that same thing to me.

I felt that I was a part of that story and I too was experiencing what truly made a soul mate. I let Frank have his way with me, giving in to his pent up desires and letting all his inhibitions fall away. I was moaning and I could feel him strike against my g spot making spots appear in front of my eyes. Frank reached around and gave me a helping hand and that was all that it took to empty my bag; Frank felt what was happening and he released his load too. Both of us were completely spent; frustration had been replaced with complete satisfaction. We talked later and now I am his and he is mine. If I had let my pride rule me, then I wouldn’t be where I was now. It just goes to show how being too proud can control your life, spoil it even. Pride? I won’t ever let myself fall into that trap again. I’ve been a proud man all my life but no more. If I hadn’t swallowed my pride and literally forced myself to go in Frank’s place we would never have got it on like we did.

Out of the seven deadly sins, Pride is rated as the number One....


Greed

Sexual Greed. For most people Greed is the accumulation of a monetary means, but for me it is entirely a different matter all together. I have greed in my blood, but it’s not for monetary means, but more a physical one. I have always been consumed with the need to have more sex and then even more sex.

I was born into a nice family in Cape Cod and I was the only child. I suppose that’s where my greedy nature comes from, what with my parents doting on me all the time and giving me whatever I wanted. It just seemed natural that it would bleed into my sex life too.

I was 18 years old when I began to notice a young man in the neighbourhood who kept to himself and rarely ventured out. When he did go out, he would always wear something sexy like a pair of tight ass jeans that accentuated his best ass-sets. I spent many a night trying to see into the windows of his house with my telescope that I used to use for worldly endeavours, but now I look at more heavenly bodies, namely the male anatomy. I saw my first real penis, besides my own, when that young man came out of the shower and walked right into his bedroom not wearing a towel. It was a spell binding experience for me and I couldn’t take my eyes off below his waist. It began to grow in front of my eyes, and I looked down at myself feeling a little inadequate compared to what was across the street.

I needed to acquire this male specimen and I would do whatever it took to make him mine. I wouldn’t let anyone else near him and I made sure that no one would, by spreading a rumour that he was poor and still lived with his mother. As far as I knew he was wealthy enough and he certainly didn’t live with his mother. But we all know that when someone hears poor or mother, then they turn the other way and give that person a wide berth.

I saw him one day out on his lawn watering it and the water was spraying back at him outlining his muscles making him look absolutely delicious. I could’ve eaten him up with a spoon, and could just imagine what he would taste like on the tip of my tongue. I was licking my lips with my mind elsewhere, when he looked over at me and gave me an odd look, that said he thought I might be crazy or a little slow. That day, I walked right up to him and owned the space around us, as I stepped up to him and kissed him full on the lips. His eyes were wide open in surprise and shock as I used my tongue to stab into his mouth, wrapping it around his own and pulling at it. He tried to push me away, but I could see that he really didn’t want me to stop and I wasn’t about to, until I was ready to.

I finally pulled away with a wet pop of my lips and looked at him with a hungry look in my eyes. I grabbed his hand and led him over to the side of his house within a shadow. I brought my hand over to his crotch and felt him begin to grow within his jeans. I did love what I was feeling, especially since I knew exactly what was waiting for me, from what I saw with my own two eyes. I could tell from the look and the feel of him that my bad rumour I spread about him was having the desired effect and he hadn’t had any play for some time. I undid the top button on his jeans and then looking into his stunned eyes I drove my hand into his underwear and put my hand around him feeling it throb. I stroked him as I put a finger in his mouth and made him show me what his technique would be like on something bigger and I was so impressed that I wasn’t leaving there without having all of him. He was in a state of shock and just let me explore his body with my hand. He felt so good that I wanted to see how he looked up close and personal, so I used both of my hands and pulled his pants and underwear off before he had any chance to react. He was standing there with just his T-shirt on and nothing else and I whispered to him “I am going to own you” and then I slid down onto the grass to get that closer look. It looked so good, that I just had to have a taste.

I slid forward and pulled him towards me till my eye was right up near him. I inspected every single inch and then slid it half way into my mouth feeling the weight of him on my tongue. I wanted even more and pushed forward till I had all of him. I couldn’t stay that way forever, so I pulled back and concentrated my attention on the first few inches. I wet my hand with my tongue and used it in a combination with my tongue and lips that had him literally going out of his skin. I had this man in my power and I was loving it so much, that I couldn’t get enough of him and just went after it with gusto. I knew he was close, but I wasn’t near enough ready to end this and slowed down. He tried to push his hips towards me but I kept him at bay with my hands and made sure he kept his own hands away from exciting himself. I was going to possess this man body and soul. It was amazing to me that I had the nerve to do this at all, but now that I was here, there was no way I was going to let this opportunity pass me by.

After a few minutes and watching several cars drive by, he finally was under a measure of restraint and I came up him again. My mouth was like a vacuum suction; it was another part of me and had an insatiable mind of its own. I could feel his legs shake, and his breathing becoming very erratic and again, I held him off with two fingers around the base of him. He was entirely at my mercy, and I could see that he was going crazy trying to find his release. He said to me “Please, for God's sake, would you just finish me off” I had to smile at how much he was pleading with me and decided to take a little mercy on him. I grabbed him and pulled him towards me, making sure that he was watching me the whole time and then I took him back in my mouth and didn't give up until he was ready to go. At which point, I put the first couple of inches on the edge of my tongue, just as he unleashed an hour of frustration into me. There was nothing I could do, but to allow this man to fill me with his essence. It was all I could do to keep up with him, but there was no way that I was going to let any of what he offered escape my lips.

I looked up and saw that he was looking into the sky and had a dreamy look on his face that I had put that there. Indeed it gave me immense pleasure to know that I was the one that gave him that look. I stood back up in front of him and took his hand in mine, directing it over the bulge in my pants, so he could feel exactly what he was doing to me. He took my lead and began to move his hand up and down over the bulge, making it grow, with just a simple motion of his fingers. As he started to pull down my zipper, I stopped him cold and left him there with a puzzled look on his face. I wanted to leave him wanting more, and I figured if I didn't allow him to see or touch me that he would be the one to crawl over and see me.

The next day, when I came back from college, I found him waiting for me on my doorstep looking down at his feet sheepishly not sure what to say to me. I said to him “My parents won’t be home for another hour, so if you wanted to come in, then you could. I went inside the house and heard footsteps behind me as he followed me in. I felt the breath on the back of my neck, and I knew that he was standing there, directly behind waiting for me to make a sign or any kind of indication that I wanted him to be there. It wasn't long before I felt his hands touch my waist from behind. Those hands started to move downwards, and over my tight butt. He tentatively started to squeeze and feel what he had in his hands, and I heard him say, “Oh oh my God, you feel so good”. I was only going to allow him to have control for a little while longer, before I was going to take matters into my own hands.

I then felt his lips on the back of my neck, and then his tongue made its appearance and he started to kiss me and lick my neck, making shivers run up and down my spine. I turned around and grabbed onto both his hands putting them around my neck and bringing my lips over to his. I saw in his eyes, that he was unsure of what to do, so I planted my lips over his and searched out his tongue with that of my own. I pulled away from him and started to unbutton his shirt exposing his naked chest to my eyes. I said to him “I want you to just stand there and let me take the lead” then I finished unbuttoning his shirt and tossed it onto the floor. I stood back and motioned to him with my finger to do the same to me. He reached out with very shaky hands and started to unbutton my shirt. He wasn't making any eye contact and kept his eyes directed to the floor.


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