The Laxbro - Sex Stories

The Laxbro

... “Well, good writer or not, he’s writing about us. And that’s more than anyone else is doing,” pointed out Jesse. Riley tossed his shoulders. “Whatever, man,” he shrugged, snaking a hand down the front of Jesse’s gym shorts and grasping his tackle. “Let’s stop dicking around, and start… dicking around.” Jesse inhaled sharply as his cock began to throb and stand to attention. “Oh, Riley,” he breathed, with hormones and adrenaline pumping through his veins. A downward glance at Riley’s gym shorts revealed that he was already fully erect. At least, he was probably fully erect. There was a nine-inch bulge in Riley’s shorts, and Jesse would be surprised if Riley could get any larger. Riley noticed Jesse’s diverted attention and grinned widely. “You want a look, don’t you?” he purred, running a hand back through Jesse’s hair. Jesse nodded. “Well, I’ll do you one better than a look,” said Riley backing against a row of lockers, “I’ll give you a taste.” He pulled on the waistband of his gym shorts and let the garment fall around his ankles. Indeed, Riley’s dick was at least nine inches, and it stood at an angle slightly above the horizontal. A thin patch of trimmed pubes adorned the circumcised pillar. He patted the top of his thigh inviting, looking directly into Jesse’s eyes. “Come on, man.” Jesse didn’t need to be asked twice. He plunged down to his knees and latched onto the head of Riley’s cock like a lamprey. “Shit, man!” gasped Riley, pressing his palms against the cool metal ...

... of the lockers, pleasure spreading in his loins like wildfire. “Go easy!” “Easy” was not in Jesse’s vocabulary, and he continued sucking as though he were protein deficient. Jesse was inexperienced in the ways of dick-sucking, and he would gag when he would pretend bananas were cocks and try to deep-throat them. But now, the animal lust burning in his bones was enough to make him forget his gag reflex. In and out of Jesse’s mouth slid Riley’s fine penis, like a piston in an engine cylinder, going slightly deeper with each stroke. “Fuck!” panted Riley, his voice beginning to quaver. He dropped a hand to the back of Jesse’s neck. The lad’s tongue on his frenulum felt like ambrosia on the soul. Riley laughed, then looked back down to Jesse. “Ohh... Jesus, dude… keep going like that…” Jesse complied with renewed gusto. He slipped his hand up between Riley’s legs and began to massage the man’s scrotum in his palm, the soft skin damp with sweat and salival runoff. Riley grunted in pleasure at this new stimulation; Jesse truly was a natural when it came to this sort of thing. With the proper training and a purpose for his potential, Jesse could blossom into quite the professional cocksucker. It was a vocation that many dabbled in, but few became artisans of the craft. “Ease up, Jesse - I’m getting real close,” breathed Riley. The sensation of Jesse’s lips and tongue wrapped around his shaft was... well, sensational, and he wanted it to last as long as possible. Alas, Jesse was too ...