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Magic Mike

I waited in my car in the parking lot, nervously hoping time would pass faster, hoping that his wife wouldn’t be home, hoping.  Would he be as hot/pretty as his pictures?  Would he actually show up?  What if he didn’t show?

It was in moments like these that I gave serious, grave question to what I was doing.   I was sitting in a parking lot waiting on another man so that we could both cheat on our respective wives.  I shouldn’t be doing it.  He should’t be doing it.  No matter how much we tried to rationalize what we were doing — we were both Bi with unsupportive (or in his case, an unknowing) wives who wouldn’t entertain the ideas threesomes of swinging — I still couldn’t fully reconcile that with my deep, shameful feeling of being a lying, cheating bastard.  Yet there I sat, unwilling to leave.  Like any addict with a gnawing need, I wanted cock.  I wanted his cock.

He pulled up next to me, pulling into the open spot smoothly.  We got out of our cars and shook hands, eyeing each other up.  He had a gleam in his eye; I made sure he saw the lust in mine.  He confirmed his wife was gone and asked me to follow him to his house.  Quick as that we were back in our cars and en route to his house.  We pulled into the driveway, my car behind his, and I followed him into the house where he promptly led me to a side room.  It was sparsely equipped with full-size bed, a desk with a computer, and a TV stand with a DVD player.  We kicked off our shoes and lay on the bed and he turned on the TV; porn was already loaded in the DVD player and he turned it on.  A group scene with more men than women started running.  I paid it little attention.  I wasn’t there for porn, and we both knew it.

As he relaxed, I helped him get his shirt off.  With a sharp intake of breath to voice my appreciation, I trailed my hands down his firm chest and smooth stomach.  Damn, he was pretty.  My hands trailed further, popping the button on his jeans and unzipping them, pulling them down his legs.  His cock left an obvious bulge in his boxer-briefs, and I rubbed it in appreciation before pulling those off him as well.

There is was.  My goal.  My prize.  I wrapped my hand around him, barely; at a guess, he was about 8 inches long and right around 5 inches around.  Hard, firm, velvety smooth, with a lovely head that was already glistening in anticipation.  I pushed his cock firmly up against him and held it steady as I licked slowly from his balls up the underside of his shaft all the way to the tip of his head before pulling his cock to me and slowly, ohhh so deliciously slowly sliding my lips down his shaft.  Oh fuck, did he taste good.  I lost myself in my headspace, reveling in the full feeling of him in my mouth as my head slowly bobbed up and down on him.  I pressed my tongue against him firmly, wrapped my hand around the base of his cock firmly, and fucked him with my mouth.

I was aggressive.  I was took him in like I was a starving madman, and very soon his moans were all I heard.  I moved my hand with my mouth, turning me into one very long, hot, wet tunnel of sex.  I squeezed him, rotated my hand, flicked my tongue against his head on every upward thrust and gripped him tightly with my lips every time I slid back down.

His moaning grew more insistent.  His hips started bucking.  We moved in a hot, desperate rhythm.  He needed to cum, he needed to explode, and I fed that need, urging him with moans of my own for him to feed my need in turn.

Suddenly he was there.  I felt him throb in my hand, in my mouth, and he groaned long and low as his cum flooded into my mouth.  He erupted, a Vesuvius of sex firing violently into my mouth, and I savored the taste of him on my tongue only long enough to swallow between volleys.  I milked him with my hand and lips as he spilled forth.  Down and down I swallowed as his torrent slowed to a trickle, and then stopped.  His whole body melted, his cock softening even as I started to pull away.  He was spent, and I was alive with power.  I was fed, and in that moment proud.  His next words burned themselves into my mind, forever leaving me both proud and sad.

“Damn,” he said, “my wife has never gotten me off like that.”


This was a Wicked Wednesday post.  Visit the Wicked Wednesday page to see other participants.

Stay SINful, friends.

28 responses

  1. Sigh. So hot and so sad at the same time.

    I love it!

    September 5, 2012 at 7:22 am

  2. This was extremely hot and arousing.

    September 5, 2012 at 10:47 am

  3. Your descriptions are excellent… I felt like I was actually a by-stander to this scene. Well done.


    September 5, 2012 at 1:51 pm

    • It was years ago, but some memories stay fresh…

      Stay SINful
      Mr. AP

      September 6, 2012 at 12:57 pm

  4. WOW! Hot… as Mina said… extremely hot and arousing!

    Welcome to Wicked Wednesday!

    Rebel xox

    September 5, 2012 at 1:55 pm

    • Thank you! I should get “exhausted writers block” more often. 🙂

      Stay SINful
      Mr. AP

      September 6, 2012 at 12:58 pm

  5. God DAMN that was HOT am twitching and tingling now….i don’think there is a much hotter image than 2 hot men together….

    September 5, 2012 at 3:51 pm

    • Ohhhhhh, I can think of things… but thank you so much!

      Stay SINful
      Mr. AP

      September 6, 2012 at 12:58 pm

  6. kazigrrl

    Nicely described! I love m/m stories 🙂

    ~Kazi xxx

    September 5, 2012 at 10:33 pm

    • Thank you! I have a few others on here around here somewhere….

      Stay SINful
      Mr. AP

      September 6, 2012 at 12:59 pm

  7. I love reading about your exploits…

    September 6, 2012 at 12:17 am

    • Why thank you. I’m not always proud of them, but some of them do make for some good posting fodder.

      Stay SINful
      Mr. AP

      September 6, 2012 at 12:59 pm

  8. Great job with your first Wicked Wednesday post! I love the “Vesuvius of sex” line; as with the rest of this piece it’s extraordinarily vivid. As the prompt this week was the Pussycat Dolls’ song “Don’t Cha”, it’s noteworthy that the other man saying that his wife has never gotten him off like you did reminds one of the line, “Don’t cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me.” Not sure whether this was intentional, but if so it’s an excellent, yet subtle, interpretation of the prompt.

    September 6, 2012 at 3:08 am

    • It’s what came to mind. Immediately. Some things just stick.

      Stay SINful
      Mr. AP

      September 6, 2012 at 1:00 pm

  9. Kat

    Very hot entry. You’re right though, it is both wonderful and sad.

    September 6, 2012 at 2:55 pm

    • Thank you. And yes, it was. Most of my life then was a mix a both.

      Stay SINful
      Mr. AP

      September 8, 2012 at 8:01 pm

  10. That was entirely hot and enjoyable to read. I saw a bit of myself in there. Is it based on real events?

    September 7, 2012 at 5:36 am

  11. The Vesuvius line was utterly lovely – a beautiful turn of phrase in an incredibly hot piece of writing.

    xx Dee

    September 7, 2012 at 9:21 pm

    • Thank you! It seemed sexier than Krakatoa or Mt. St. Helens. 🙂

      Stay SINful
      Mr. AP

      September 8, 2012 at 8:19 pm

  12. VERY well written! And, yeah, I can relate to the hunger and that need to feed the beast…

    September 7, 2012 at 11:47 pm

    • That darn beast, always trying to have his way…

      Stay SINful
      Mr. AP

      September 8, 2012 at 8:21 pm

  13. Emen

    Wicked anyday! So hot man on man. But you write so hot man/woman too.

    So, so, so, sometimes it seems there are SO few people who write truly bi. Who are truly bi? Not judgin, just sayin 🙂

    Absolutely beautiful. I wanted to be there.

    September 8, 2012 at 4:17 pm

  14. Mia

    My man is bi and I just love to watch him with another man (as he loves to watch me with another woman – endless possibilities!).

    Your descriptive writing is excellent here, the reader feels like they are in the room with you.

    As others have said also touched with a tinge of sadness, which is a shame that it has to be so, but that is life sometimes….

    ~Mia~ xx

    September 10, 2012 at 5:56 pm

    • Endless indeed. Mrs. AP has seen me play with a man or two and says the arousal levels go through the roof, so I believe she can identify with you here.

      It was a sad, yet exciting, yet empty part of my life then. I’m glad I found a better way.

      Stay SINful
      Mr. AP

      September 10, 2012 at 8:29 pm

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