Perseverance - Sex Stories

Perseverance

... towel, turn his face to the side, his eyes flashing and his mouth in a yawn. Heinz released his clutch on Jordie's throat, remained hovered above the young man, one arm still under Jordie's waist, raising him to the need to maintain purchase of the thick but somewhat stubby shaft.

Throat freed, Jordie exclaimed in a raspy voice, "You're too big... too thick," but that elicited no response from Heinz. He was what he was. The German's head was dipping down, the man kissing and nipping down from the young whore's throat to his nipples, his hand now cupping the young man's head.

"Shit," Jordie exclaimed. "Enough. You'll split me." He struggled to move out of the German's embrace, but Heinz moved a hand from caressing the young American's body to pulling back, striking forward, and slapping Jordie twice, hard, across the face. Stunned--or at least pretending to be stunned--Jordie collapsed back into the German's embrace with a deep groan.

"Hör auf zu kämpfen. Niederlassen. Nimm es--Stop struggling. Settle down. Take it!" Heinz growled, and Jordie responded to the command, flinging his arms out again, entirely open and vulnerable. Grunting, Heinz forced a thick penetration again as Jordie panted and groaned and resumed the fuck.

Jordie's face turned to the side and for the first time he saw that they weren't alone--and that he recognized the young man standing on top of the dune between them and the surf. Sam, the waiter from the Rendezvous Hotel rooftop bar, was ...

... standing there, naked, his body young and magnificent, his erection, which put that of the German bodybuilder's to shame, gripped in the young man's hand.

The two younger men locked eyes, both of them merging their sexual experiencing, Sam noticeably adjusting the stroking of his cock to the rhythm of the rise and fall of the German's bulbous buttocks in his thrusts inside Jordie's passage. Jordie rocked his pelvis, joining in the cadence. One of his hands went between his belly and that of the German's and, his eyes trained on Sam's throbbing erection, he stroked himself off. Whether or not the German was taxing him to the limit--and Jordie would feign that he was even if he wasn't--Jordie had a job to do, a fantasy to weave for the German john.

Jordie arched his back, gave a little cry and a jerk--and shot his load. Almost simultaneously Sam did as well. The German continued pumping, briefly, totally unaware that Sam was watching, and then, with a huff, he ejaculated, and his body collapsed on Jordie, pressing the young man into the sand.

They held there for several minutes, panting and cooling down.

"Das gut?" Jordie ask, using what little German he knew to ask if the client was satisfied, if the fuck had been good for him.

"Ja, das war gut," Heinz said, his voice showing his pleasure. Jodie had done fine; he'd earned his fee.

He looked toward where Sam had been standing, but the waiter was gone. The German wasn't finished. He was on the rise again. He turned ...