Simon And Sebastian - Sex Stories

Simon And Sebastian

... trainers before we step onto the platform. By which time we are all in a state of high tension. I can tell you without exaggeration, that performing on stage, with all that comes before and follows afterwards, is fucking hard work! I can tell you when we leave the stage we are well and truly fucked, literally and metaphorically, which is why I am in my present state of tension” “But what I really cannot stand about this whole business, which I am experiencing now for the first time, is the way many of these guys, my co-competitors, pound into the NBAs back stage as if there is no tomorrow. They treat these young guys like dirt, under the motto that they, the competitors, are the kings of the universe, the all time alpha males and as such they can do anything they want to anyone. And so, I left today and came back here as soon as I had finished on stage. So what you see before you is a guy, highly tense, looking desperately for another guy to fuck his butt.” “I am not much of a believer, but I would say that our chance meeting here tonight is fate: you are here looking for someone to fuck and I am here looking for someone to fuck me. It seems to me that we are an impromptu team made in heaven, so how about it?” I could not believe my ears: here was my idol, whom I never even thought I would meet in the flesh, asking me to fuck him. You can imagine what my response was and we both got up and left the bar and took the elevator to Yan’s room as he called it. CHAPTER 3 Well Yan’s ...

... room turned out to be a huge two bedroom two bathroom suite, with a roof terrace overlooking the city. “Let’s make ourselves comfortable.” He said and with no more ado started stripping off his clothes. I followed suit and there we stood facing each other, stark naked. I had long admired Yan, first in photos in the MuscleCock blog and then afar on stage at the competition, but nothing prepared me for the extraordinary beauty of this young guy in such close proximity. His figure was perfect: perfect muscle tone and with a silky flawless skin. And as for his cock, well this was truly to die for: it was at least ten inches of soft flesh, but with a certain solidity about it so that it curved gently downwards from his body and ended in the most perfect head imaginable. I was totally entranced. If there had been an award for the cock of the year, then Yan’s tool must surely have been it: I just could not take my eyes of it! Now I do not habitually indulge in cock sucking, but I just could not stop myself: I simply had to take his knob into my mouth and so I dropped onto my knees in front of Yan and took the head of his cock, his knob, into my mouth, where I savored ever moment of having his flesh inside me. I then moved my mouth upwards across his belly, until I reached his pecs and nipples which I sucked with the greatest of pleasure. It was utter heaven to be able to touch and fondle such a superb physique. Yan let me do this for a few moments then said in a somewhat plaintive ...