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Mr Right Now

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by Joey My father works out of home, making custom accessories for cars, seat covers, speaker housing, and the like. Generally his clients were middle aged men. I was over at my parents house one day, doing some yard work for them. A strange car pulled into the driveway. The windows were tinted, so I couldn't see who it was. I assumed it was one of dad's clients, so gave a friendly smile in the car's direction and continued with my work, heaving logs from the front yard to the firewood pile. I was loading up my arm with the logs, and saw dad's client. I almost dropped the logs on my foot! He was absolutely divine! He had a square, chiseled jawline, dark blond hair, a five o'clock shadow, and as far as I could tell after scrutiny of his sweater and cargo clad body, he was ripped. His eyes were bright and his mouth was constantly in a gentle smile. We glanced at each other a few times, and I must admit, I was rather pleased that we met while I was exercising my braun. I watched him passively, taking a glance when he was looking elsewhere, talking with my father. He finished business with my father, and as he drove off he surprised me with a shy little wave as he backed out of the drive way. I smiled and waved back. Wanting more information, I wandered to dad to ask about his latest client. His name was Josh, he worked at the office dad worked at before he retired to his car business. After maybe one too many questions, my dad smiled. "Are you interested? He is gay. And he know's you're bi" he said. Well, my stomach turned somersaults. Playing it cool, I said, "Maybe" "Here's his number. Give him a call later." Which is exactly what I did. Josh was the sweetest thing I've ever met. He was gorgeous, softly spoken, always smiling, inclined to a good laugh, I thought I'd met my dream date. We dated a couple times, but then his ex came back into the picture, both thought they still had feelings for each other. At first I was a little disappointed, but I totally understood. Josh and I still saw each other on a friendly basis. A year passed and we became extremely close, and everything seemed to be going well with him and his boyfriend. One day, there was frantic knocking at my door at some ungodly hour of the night. I opened the door to find a bedraggled Josh standing on my doorstep in the pouring rain. I yawned my surprised greeting. "It's over" was all he said. I pulled him in and sat him down on the sofa. I put on the kettle and made us coffee. I pulled a blanket off my bed and joined him on the sofa. He explained that he had caught Aaron cheating on him, which was why they broke up in the first place, and they had a huge fight and Josh left. I hugged him to me as he sobbed and sipped. I spent the rest of the night holding my best friend's wet shivering body in my arms. Days passed and I helped Josh pack Aaron's things up and I drove them over to his ex's new apartment. More days passed, and I helped Josh get over Aaron. A few months later, he was going out with another guy, named Glen. Josh and my brief affair seemed to have been forgotten, but I was just glad that Aaron was no longer in the picture. I saw a few guys and girls off and on, but nothing serious. Glen lasted about 4 months, when Josh found out that Glen was stealing from him. Josh sure knew how to pick them. Once again, Josh spent the night sobbing in my arms. A few months passed and neither of us saw anyone seriously. One guy that I saw however hurt me deeply, and I showed up at Josh's house in a flustered state. "What's wrong?" he asked immediately. I told him what had happened and I just flopped into his arms. He held me, before long I was sobbing uncontrollably. He took me to his bedroom and we spent the night in each others arms. I slept well with him beside me, in spite of all that had happened. The next morning I awoke to the aroma of flour. "Morning sleepy head," he greeted chirpily. He was flipping pancakes at the stove. I smiled, feeling like a kid. We went out for coffee later that day, and talked for hours straight, like we did quite often. There was a reflective silence in the convestation. "Why didn't we work out?" he asked. "Well, we didn't really not work out" I said. "We never really happened" "Maybe it's been working all along." He smiled, and reached out a hand across the table. I laughed a litte, and reached out and took his hand. He pushed me against the door, his lips pressed against mine with a passion I'd never experienced before, while he fumbled for the keys in his coat pocket. The door opened and we moved through the entry as keys and coats and wallets were flung left right and center, all the while, our kiss never disconnecting. We grasped each other with feverish hands as we moved towards the sofa, the sofa we'd held each other on after so many broken relationships, realizing that we'd always had a relationship. He dropped me onto the sofa, holding himself steading with his arms, while my fingers tore at buttons and buckles. I pulled his top away, and breaking our kiss, moved my lips down his neck to his shoulder, to his collarbone, to his nipples. I licked and sucked all over his chest and abs while he held himself above me, letting out passionate little gasps as my mouth and hands worked over his heaving chest, dusted with blonde hair. I flipped him over onto the couch, and swapped myself over to straddle him. I leaned down to kiss him again, his strong hands frantically tearing at my shirt, my body undulating above his. Our kiss was broken long enough for my head to pass through the neck hole. Josh turned sideways until he was laying down on the sofa length ways. I went back to working on his chest and nipples, lapping at the firm muscles and silky hair, all the while I was working to inch his belt-less pants away from his hips. I managed to turn myself around, so my face was to his crotch and his to mine, and pushed his pants all the way down. He was wearing white Y-front so, too impatient to wait, I simply pulled apart the opening in the Y seam. Josh's fat cock sprang to attention, and was I pleasantly surprised. I'd never seen Josh hard before, and it was sight for sore eyes. No sooner had I had a satisfying look than it was in my mouth. I sucked it like a baby at the bottle. I circled my tongue around his fat purple ridge, flicked it in and out of the slit, deep thoated it, did everything I could think of. Meanwhile, he'd opened my pants and slid them off. He clawed at the waistband of my underpants and pulled them away from my ass, and since he was a little taller than me, he was able to reach my asshole. He pulled apart my cheeks, and began to lick between them, lathering his saliva into my hole. As I began to become more aggressive with his dick, he became more aggressive with my ass. I was bobbing my head up and down on his massive throbbing pole, while he forced his tongue into my tight ass and began tongue fucking me. We each bucked our hips in perfect time. My ass was tingling with delight, and I wanted more. I stopped sucking his dick turned myself around, flicking of my underpants. Straddling him again, I gently eased my ass onto the throbbing head of his cock. I worked myself all the way down as he groaned with ecstacy, his pubes tickling my balls. Using one arm to steading myself with the sofa back, I began to bounce up and down, his rock solid member ploughing in and out of me. I was breathing in and out with delerious gasps, Josh moaned with absolute pleasure. His hands worked up from my abs to my nipples, flowing over the contours of my figure, pinching at my nipples at the end. His hands went to my sides as he drew closer and closer, while I moved faster and faster, my fuck hole on fire with passion. His fingers tightened on my sides, then flexed straight out. A shudder spread out over his entire body, and I began to feel spurt after spurt of his cum fill my insides. I sat there, catching my breath, while he lay there under me, exhausted. I leaned back, still scewered by his cock, and held myself up with my hands on the arm of the sofa. Josh stirred beneath me, and I felt his hand wrap around my softening cock. My cock turned to stone at his touch and he began to beat me off. I jiggled up and down on his cock, and he continues to pump his hand back and forth on my throbbing meat pole. That indescribable feeling tangled itself through every inch of my body and in seconds I was firing ropes of thick white cum over Josh's chest, splashing over his breasts and neck and chin. After he'd milked the last drop out of me, I leaned forward and licked from his nipple, up his neck over his chin and ended with a deep and aggressive kiss, flavoured by my fuck milk. He pulled me close, my juice spread between out naked bodies. We fell asleep like that, in a thin blanket of cum, and we

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