All Parts of Him Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

All Parts of Him Ch. 01

*** AUTHOR'S NOTE - Some scenes may be triggering or upsetting. All characters are over 18. ***

There he was, the angel with the golden hair, submitting to a man he hardly knew. Though he had recently celebrated his 20th year, his silky skin and boyish features lingered, a picture of young masculinity. Steven lay on his back, propped up on his elbows, his eyes rolling with his moans of ecstasy. The bed sheets were disheveled and unmade, his phone blasted music from its perch at the edge of a run-down computer desk covered in stickers. From between his legs, the head of an older man bobbed up and down clumsily.

The eyes could see that the man had a large tattoo on his back, partially obscured by the door. And then the eyes turned back to Steven, watching him bite his lower lip and furrow his brow...the look one wears when their cock is being handled too roughly but the pleasure overrides the discomfort. They couldn't hear him approach the room, the one who watches them, they didn't know he observed their indiscretion from the narrow slit between the door and its jamb.

Lifting his head and releasing the lightly tanned cock from his mouth, the older man sucked in a deep breath, "Fuck, you're so hot!"

Steven didn't know how to respond, he just nodded, feeling the older man run his finger through his pubes and up to his flat belly.

"Turn over so I can see that sexy ass."

Steven sat up, "I told you I'm not ready for that."

The man shook his head and gave a ...

... dismissive wave, "I just wanna see your ass, that's all. You won't suck my cock; you won't even let me fuck you. Do you even want to have fun at all?"

Complying with the sweaty guy, he turned over, exposing his behind, two perfectly round mounds with blonde-brown hair that crept across the lower-inner part of the cheeks, as though the hair from his thighs was migrating up to his asshole.

The eyes were transfixed on the two of them. He had never seen Steven like this before, a man he had known for most of his life, here now, unashamedly nude and submissive. The eyes shifted to see the hands of the man, groping and massaging the cheeks of the ass. The hands looked rough, with little dried cuts and small yellow calluses here and there. The lids of the eyes, dark cocoa brown, squeezed shut, unsure if he should continue to watch, or just leave now and pretend he saw nothing. But it was too difficult to leave now. He felt his own erection growing as he watched the two of them stealthily. He was going to keep quiet; he didn't want them to know he could see. Maybe there was still a chance he could pretend that he didn't witness a thing.

Standing up, the white man with the tattoo then straddled Steven's backside, on his knees. The man was now stroking his cock, heavily scarred from circumcision. He reached down between the young man's leg's, stroking the light brown hair on his balls. The oscillating motion of his hand gradually hastened; his teeth clenched.

The eyes widened; ...