A New Chapter Part 2 - Sex Stories

A New Chapter Part 2

In case you haven’t read the first part of this hot story, entitled A New Chapter, the story so far is that I met up by chance with an old school acquaintance who is now a successful stripper and gay porn film performer. He’s not only a beautiful guy but he also has a huge and beautiful cock which, it has to be said, is his key to success and riches. I’m sure your enjoyment of this story will be greatly enhanced if you read the first instalment (A New Chapter). * I rolled up at Vincent’s lovely house in the hills between Nice and Cannes on the dot of 11.00. He’d just bought with the proceeds of his successful career as stripper and gay porn actor. Not bad for a young man of twenty-eight. If only I’d been born with superior equipment, who knows what I might have achieved. Even so, I couldn’t complain; I wasn’t doing badly. I had a great job, acting in adult movies, servicing my boss and her friends. Not a day had passed in the last five months in which I hadn’t had sex, often with multiple partners, as well as participating in swinging sessions. Life was good, and today I sensed that this was to be first gay experience. Well, serious one, anyway. His house was lovely, with a wall around the garden to ensure privacy, with a nice garden and a cool little swimming-pool. As I rolled into the driveway, the gate closed automatically behind me. I felt pretty nervous. I could detect a few butterflies in my stomach, although visions of him had run through my head all night and I ...

... really craved him, much the same way I would a nice juicy woman with big tits, and I felt the same tingling in the groin area. As I was stepping out of the car, he came out of the front door. He looked absolutely ravishing. He had his long blond hair in a pigtail, loosely braided. He wore a tight white tank-top, through which his nipple rings were visible. He had on a pair of really tight stretch jeans with no underwear. His cock was squeezed in so tightly against his left leg that you could see from a hundred paces what religion he was. I’m sure that if he’d gone out into the street in those, he’d have been arrested! “Hi, Peter, what punctuality! Great to see you.” We kissed on both cheeks. His skin was beautifully soft, almost like a woman’s. I don’t know what cologne he’d used but he smelled divine, like delicate flowers. As he’d said he had his own gym, I was dressed accordingly. I was also wearing a tank-top, but not as tight as his, and tight Lycra shorts. I felt pretty humble seeing his mighty package next to mine. “Wow! You look good!” he said. “You’re in good shape,” he said. “Give us a little bicep flex… Nice! Nice chest, too!” He said, touching it delicately. “Ooh, look, you have a nipple ring. Cool!” I had one through the left nipple and was thinking of getting one for the right, but didn’t look forward to more pain. “Well, there’s the pool. We can hang out there after training if you have time.” I had plenty of time. “How did your gig go last night?” I inquired. “You ...