The Bookstore
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Rick was sitting in the same place, leaning back with his long legs stretched out in front of him. He had removed his sweater and was wearing a blue denim button down shirt underneath. The outline of his lean, strong body was even more evident, and I nearly groaned. Just my luck, this gorgeous stranger is trapped in my store, alone with me, and he's fucking married. I could just imagine how hard I was going to come later, thinking about him.
He watched me as I walked over and sat across from him. It had grown much darker outside, and the snow was still falling pretty heavily. I looked into the fire, and was startled when Rick said, "Why don't you come and sit over here, by me?"
I looked over at him, and he nodded without smiling and patted the seat next to him. My heart flipped over again, and I got up and moved over to him. My hands were shaking, and I tried to swallow, but my mouth was dry. I sat down, and he moved closer so that our shoulders were touching. I could feel my body trembling, and could feel something like a vibration where our shoulders touched.
"You're very cute," he said softly, not looking at me.
I swallowed and heard my throat click. "So are you," I managed.
He chuckled softly, and I watched him rub his big hands together. I licked my lips and swallowed again. We were both silent for a long moment, then he said, again without looking at me, "I really want to kiss you."
I inhaled sharply and he looked over at me.
"But you're married," I said.
"Yes," he said. "Married, but not dead."
I laughed nervously, not really sure what that meant.
He shifted to face me, and he took my hands in his. I shivered at his touch.
"Have you ever been with a man before?" he asked.
I shook my head, unable to speak. Although I had been touched by many women, the touch of Rick's hands on mine was different. His hands were rough and warm, gentle and strong. He was rubbing my hands lightly, then slowly, his hands started moving under my shirt sleeves, up my arms. I looked into his eyes, mesmerized. I could see the shadow of a beard on his angular cheeks, noticed how full his lips were. He leaned close to me until our foreheads were touching, and I could feel his breath on my face.
"Do you want to be with a man?" he asked, still rubbing my arms.
"Yes," I breathed. "I want to be with you."
He sighed. "That's good." He put one hand on my leg, then started rubbing my thigh. I trembled at his touch, could feel myself growing hard again. He moved his hand up my leg, his big hand spread out. I could tell he was pleased by how muscular I was. His hand slid up and gently brushed across the bulge in my crotch, and I moaned.
He smiled and stood up, pulling me up with him. I wasn't sure what to expect, so I stood there and waited. He stepped close to me, a couple of inches taller, and put his hands on my shoulders.
"Are you sure about this?" he asked.
I nodded, and he pulled me closer and wrapped his arms around my waist. I could feel his cock pushing against me, and I got a tingly feeling in my stomach, realizing that he was hard because of me. I reached up and put my arms around his neck, my hands in his hair. It was as soft as I had imagined. His hands moved down and cupped my ass, grabbing my cheeks roughly. He was lean, but his chest was broad and his shoulders were very wide, like mine. He ground his hips into me, and I moaned loudly as I felt our cocks pushing together. He pulled back and began to kiss me. The feeling of the rough stubble against my lips was startling, but his full lips felt wonderful, and I opened my mouth and let his tongue probe inside. The minute our tongues met, it was as if someone had released the water from a dam. As our passion grew, his kisses grew harder and he kneaded my ass cheeks more roughly. His strong arms were wrapped tightly around me, and I knew that no matter what, there was no going back from here.
Rick pulled back and looked at me, then looked out the front window. We were partially hidden by some waist-high shelves, but anyone who happened to walk by would be able to see us if they looked closely enough. I didn't care. All I wanted was to get naked with this gorgeous man and let him fuck my brains out.
"It's okay," I said. "It's snowing too hard, no one will be out in this."
"Go lock the door," he said, his eyes glinting in the firelight.
I nodded and walked over to the door, locking it. Rick found the light switches and turned them all off, so the only light was from the fireplace. I walked back over to where he was waiting.
When I got to him, he took my hands and said, "Undress me."
Hands trembling, I unbuttoned his shirt. Even though I had seen hundreds of naked men and boys during my years as an athlete, his chest and stomach fascinated me. He had a mat of thick dark hair on his chest and a line down his stomach. His nipples were hard, and he shivered as I ran my hands lightly over his hard chest and stomach, then stepped closer and ran my tongue over his nipples. I could see his hands clenched into fists at his sides, and I knew he was trying not to reach out and grab me. His obvious desire made me more bold, and I pulled his shirt down his shoulders, pinning his arms to his sides. I stepped closer and took one of his nipples in my mouth, rubbing my teeth over it, and he groaned with pleasure.
My cock was rock hard again, throbbing. I looked at Rick's crotch, and could see a huge bulge there. I ran my hands down his stomach and, looking up at him, unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. He looked into my eyes, a serious look on his face as I pushed his jeans down and got my first look at his cock.
It was huge, erect, beautiful. Funny, as many times as I'd seen cocks, either in person or in magazines or movies, I was finally going to be able to touch one besides my own. I wrapped one hand around it and Rick grunted, closing his eyes. I stood there and slowly started to stroke him, moving my hand on him the way I liked to jack myself off. I would stroke slowly down the shaft, then move up and gently squeeze the top of it before I moved back down. With my other hand, I fondled his balls, massaging them as I stroked his iron hard cock.
He put his hands on my shoulders and pressed down gently, and I knew what he wanted. Excited, my cock throbbing and my heart pounding, I knelt in front of him and slid my tongue along the underside of his shaft while I stroked the top of it with my hand. His hands moved from my shoulders to the back of my head, and tightened in my hair. I pulled his cock away from his stomach and licked the head of it tentatively, tasting the drops of clear fluid that gathered there. His hips jerked toward me, and I grinned and put my lips around his cock, sliding it in slowly. Here, at last, I was getting the chance to act out something that had been a mere fantasy for so long, and I wasn't about to waste it.
I started sucking his cock, using my lips and my tongue to stroke him as he began to move his hips in and out. His hands grabbed my head tighter, and he forced his cock deeper into my mouth. I nearly gagged as it touched the back of my throat, but forced myself to relax so I could take all of him in. I could tell by the way he was grunting and thrusting that I was doing okay, and his pleasure was only making me more excited. I sucked his cock as hard as I could, taking him in as deep as I could, and before too long, he was gasping, "I'm going to come, Matt."
I moaned and kept sucking his cock, wanting him to come in my mouth. I could feel his cock pulsing, and as his hands pulled me closer to him, I could feel him shooting down my throat. I swallowed, loving the taste of it, and kept sucking as his hips jerked forward and he moaned loudly. He finally pulled his cock out of my mouth, and he pulled me up and kissed me hard, his tongue probing, his mouth devouring me. My cock was still throbbing, and he wasted no time with me. He pushed me down to the floor and roughly unzipped my jeans, then jerked them down and off. He knelt between my legs and nudged them apart, then took my hard cock in his big hand and started jacking me off. I cried out at his first touch, raising my hips up as he stroked, beating my cock with his hand and sliding one finger into my ass. I couldn't believe the sensation of his rough hand on the skin of my cock, and I could feel myself starting to come. I put my hand on his and made him slow down, because I wanted it to last longer. He slowed down a little, then bent over me and slid my cock into his mouth. The feel of his lips and tongue on my cock was incredible, like nothing I had ever felt before. The girls I had dated who sucked my cock had no idea how to pleasure a man, but Rick certainly did.
As he was sucking and pulling my cock, he slid another finger into my ass, fucking me there. I knew I wanted him to fuck me later, so I relaxed as best I could and let him stretch me out. The combination of his hot mouth sucking my cock and his fingers fucking my ass was too much for a first-timer, and I came into his mouth with an explosion that made my ears ring.
"Ohhh god," I moaned, gasping for breath. My chest and stomach were heaving, and my cock was still twitching and throbbing as he milked every drop of come out of me. He smiled and lay down next to me, his hands moving all over my smooth chest, stopping to play with my nipples before moving down to my stomach.
"Good, huh?" he asked.
"Fuck yeah," I said. "How did you learn to do that?"
"Well, I love my wife and we have great sex, but it's nothing compared to what a guy can do to a guy. I travel a lot, and I meet up with a lot of men here and there. I've picked up a few tricks."
"I can't argue with that!" I said, still gasping for breath. Incredibly, the feel of his rough hand on my stomach and chest was arousing me again, and he laughed as he saw my cock getting hard.
About a minute passed with Chad squirming around a lot in bed.
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