Blurred Lights - 2 - Sex Stories

Blurred Lights - 2

... scooted closer next to him, hoping he would go along with what he really had planned. He placed his hand on Miles thigh and moved it up slowly. Miles lifted his head and grabbed his hand, shocking him. “I’m married,” Miles said flatly as he flashed his wedding band, “and so are you.” Denny bit his lip for a moment and grabbed Miles’ hand. He slowly removed his wedding band and looked him in his dark green eyes. “Not at the moment. Just let me have this one night,” he half-pleaded in a seductive tone as he set the ring on the coffee table along with his own. “Buddy, I’m straight,” Miles said unsure of himself, hoping Denny would ignore his pathetic attempt to stop him. Denny quietly shushed Miles as he straddled him and kissed his neck, making Miles’ cock stiffen in his boxers. - - - - - - - - - - Brad was feeling the full effects of the weed. He knew he was a lightweight but it was something that didn’t come by very often at the frat house. Jules had a connection for medical strength marijuana with a guy that lived in another dorm building across the campus, and he totally knew that Brad would get an instant high. Jules pulled into the 1st floor of the parking garage under the Pueblo Dorms and tapped Brad lightly on the shoulder. “Hey bro, we’re here. C’mon,” he beckoned with a killer smile and flashy hazel eyes. “Mmhmm,” was all Brad could muster as he weakly opened the door and stepped out into the cold foreign area. Jules came around and held his hand to lead him up into ...

... the lobby so they could catch the elevator. Brad snatched his hand away from him and gave him a dirty look with his glazed eyes. “I’m not into that PDA kind of shit,” he said in a slow but determined way. Jules rolled his eyes and started a brisk walk to the stairs with Brad close behind. - - - - - - - - - The sexual tension in the apartment between Miles and Denny could be cut with a knife. Hell, it could be cut with a good fork if it was possible. Both of their bodies were glowing. What was a brief struggle had turned into the two men panting from the sensual pleasure of the friction going on between them. Their cocks, both uncut, were grinding against each other between the thin boxers they wore. As time passed, the rubbing became slower because neither of them wanted to cum just yet. Their lips found each other between soft grunts. Their tongues explored the wetness of each other’s begging mouth. Two pairs of hands explored the each other’s chests and lightly played with nipples hard as diamonds. They explored every inch of their bodies, roughly handling their full-size balls, rolling them between their fingers. Their gigantic mushroom-headed sausages were rubbing passionately together though the slits of their boxers, creating a feeling of pure pleasure. The buckets of precum coming from their piss slits made the rubbing easier and slicker. They kissed avidly again while caressing each other’s nipples. “Holy hell I’m going to cum soon,” Miles whispered into Denny’s ear, ...