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Luring him in

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 14 Jul 2002 0 comments
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Luring him in by A few years ago I worked as a summer intern for the newspaper in Savannah, Ga. My boss was a young chubbish city editor with a thick moustache and wonderful, full brown hair. He always wore a tie and only wore short sleeves on Saturdays, which was a dress-down day; I loved working Saturdays so I could watch those big arms completely covered with the softest brown hair. Underneath his shirt I knew his bear of a gut was also carpeted just as thick. The guy was married to a beautiful brunette and had a 2-year-old son and another on the way; in fact, his wife was about six or seven months pregnant, so I knew he wasn't getting any at home. I wondered if I could induce him to pull out his thick schlong for my benefit... We'd worked Sunday night together. The reporters generally left work at midnight, but Gene always stayed until 1 or 2 a.m. to make sure the paper was ready for the press. I had an hour or so before he'd get to the parking lot... When I saw his office light go out, I sank to my knees in a muddy puddle not far from his car and grabbed my stomach. A moment later there he was, his arm around me, asking, "What happened? Are you hurt? You okay?" "I'm all right," I said, breathlessly. "Two guys mugged me. They tried to get my wallet, but something scared them. One of them gave me a belly punch and they ran." "We need to call the police," Gene said. "No, they didn't get anything," I assured him. "I'll be okay as soon as I get my breath." "Where's your car?" he asked. "I walked. It was such a nice night..." "You were going to walk home at 1 a.m. in downtown Savannah? Geez, you are naive. Let me drive you home," he offered. My apartment was only about six blocks away and when we got there, Gene offered to help me up to the second floor efficiency. I was filthy from the mud. Being the nice guy that he was, Gene wanted to make sure I was going to be all right. I told him all I wanted was a shower, and asked if he'd make a pot of coffee. "Sure," he said. I threw my clothes in the corner, raced into the shower, grabbed a towel and hurried back to my one big sitting/bedroom before he could finish in the kitchen. I lay naked on the daybed and began handling my uncut cock, bringing it to almost full staff. When he walked in with two cups of steaming coffee, I knew as soon as I saw his face he was more than a little interested... "Well, you seem to have recovered," he said, non-committally. "I guess I'll be on my way." "No, please stay," I begged. "I'm still a little unsettled. The company would be nice." He sat tentatively, not used to having a conversation with a naked man with only a towel slung loosly over a hard-on. "I really appreciate your help tonight," I began, holding the mug in one hand and openly jacking myself under the towel with the other." In a moment, I could see Gene's big dick growing under his thin cotton slacks. Neither of us mentioned the fact that I was playing with myself in front of him. "Oh, Gene, I didn't notice. I got mud all over you," I said. "Let me get you something to clean up." With that I stood, dropped the towel and walked butt naked into the bathroom, moving my ass just inches away from his handsome head. When I came back with a damp cloth, I was still naked. I knealt in front of his chair and began to wipe the mud off his slacks. He still had not mentioned my nakedness, but his huge hard cock running down his leg was evidence he was not unaware of the situation. "It's all right," he stammered as I began cleaning above his knee and he moved as if he wanted to get up. "No, no," I insisted and kept wiping the splattered drops of mud from his trousers. When I got to his now rock-hard dick, I could see the outline of its mushroom head, and I looked him straight in the eye, as I said, "You seem to have another little problem. Want me to help you with that" as I gently wiped the mud stains from the pants stretched taut over his steel rod. "Jeez, Kent," he said kind of softly, "I shouldn't be here. You shouldn't be doing this." It was painfully obvious the man hadn't cum in days, weeks even. We both stood at the same time. I reached over and undid his belt and zipper and his pants fell in a pool at his feet. "Here, let me put your slacks in the washer," I said as I quickly scooped them up and moved to the kitchen. When I returned he was still standing, his boxers tented under the pressure of his full cock. "Wash these, too," he said in a deep gentle command as he stepped out of the boxers and tossed them to me, exposing at least a 9-inch cut cock jutting from a mass of the thickest nest of hair I'd ever seen. I returned in half a second and we stood facing each other, me completely naked, and Gene naked from the waist down, both sporting full raging hard-ons. Without saying a word, I began slowly pumping my own cock, and in a second Gene took a hand to his. I couldn't keep my eyes off that glorious meat. As I reached to take hold of his cock, I actually thought my hand was burning, it was so hot. Despite its size, it had remarkable flexibility. Gene gasped audibly and in just a few strokes he was spurting stream after stream of hot cum on my abdomen, my cock and my thighs. It must have been an eternity since the man had last shot off. In a few strokes of my own, I sent a couple of good waves his way, too. It was to be about an hour before the washer was finished, enough time for several more mutually agreeable sessions...