Because I Wanted To

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I’ve read all kinds of stories on the internet about guys who were coerced into sucking cocks by a boyhood friend, an older relative, a trusted family friend or what have you or a myriad of reason too numerous to list. I can’t use any of those excuses. The truth is I started sucking cocks because I wanted too. That’s right, no one tricked me into it or anything like that. I did it with my eyes wide open with no illusions about the consequences. I did it because I wanted to.It all started about a year ago. I got snowed-in in some backwater town in Montana while I was there on a business trip and had to spend three boring days and three even more boring nights in a sleazy little motel on the edge of town. The only redeeming factor for the motel was a twenty-four hour Denny’s within easy walking distance and cable TV with a porno channel. The first time I tried to watch a porn movie, I discovered it only got one porno channel… a gay porno channel.Of course, I’m sure most of it was acting but the guys sucking cock seemed to be having so much fun that I was fascinated. By the time the weather broke and I was able to leave, I’d made up my mind and try it. Not being a fool I knew what effect it could have on my accounting firm. This was still the Bible belt and homophobia ran rampant.All my life I’d always did exactly what I wanted to do. The only influence I let others have on my actions was how discrete I had to be. This would be no exception.As I said, I owned an accounting firm that employed over a dozen of the best CPAs in the country. Our service was the best money could buy and our price reflected that.A large conglomerate wanted to purchase a small insignificant firm to get a patent that the company owned.Before the sale went through, the larger conglomerate wanted to be sure the debts that they acquired with the little company isvecbahis didn’t outweigh the benefit of getting the patent. Hence they hired my firm to audit the books and look for hidden liabilities. The president of the big conglomerate wanted me to do the job personally rather than one of my employees and was will to pay my inflated fee to get me.So at the beginning of summer, I found myself living in an extremely nice beach house for the summer compliments of the large conglomerate. It wouldn’t show up on their bill as a beach house but they would pay none the less.When the realtor showed me around and gave me my key, since I planned on working out of the beach house I was a little concerned when she told me that the owner of the house next door was letting his nephew use the house for the summer before he went off to college.All I needed was a parade of drunken teenagers and endless loud parties next door when I was trying to work.The first time I saw him it was right before sundown. When I first saw him I couldn’t believe my eyes. He was a young Greek god. He was around six feet tall with what they describe as a sleek swimmers body but with enough muscles to tell that he worked out with weights. But not to the point of getting too pumped up, just enough for strength. He had a bronze tan; sun bleached stylishly tousled blonde hair and the bluest eyes that you could ever imagine.I quickly learned that right before sundown everyday, he ran a mile down the beach and back. He’d come out wearing what looked more like panty briefs than jogging shorts and do his stretches. Then he’d jog barefooted on the sand for a mile up the beach and back.His pubescent body would be covered by a fine sheen of perspiration and obviously aroused by the run, he’d have an erection. His panties were so tiny and so tight that when he came back isveçbahis giriş his erection would stick up good two inches above the waistband of his panties in clear sight. It was clear for all to see that he wasn’t circumcised.When he ran he was beautiful to watch. He moved with a feline grace, his muscles rippling powerfully under his bronze skin like that of a thoroughbred race horse. When he returned with a fine sheen of perspiration I wanted to lick the moisture off his erect nipples.The first week I watched him discretely from inside the house. But as I got more aroused I moved out on the deck and watched him openly. He wasn’t the least bit shy and didn’t seem to mind my watching him do his stretches. In fact, he seemed to expect it.Our houses were about thirty feet higher than the beach and were so close together that we shared stairs down to the beach and our decks were only separated by a low railing. After I’d openly watched him return from his run for a week, I tossed him a cold bottle of Lemon Lime Gatorade when he got to the top of the stairs, saying, “You look like you need this.”“Thanks,” he said.Being a polite young man Chris lingered to make small talk while he drank it. It became our custom for me to toss him a bottle of Gatorade every day and for him to make small talk while he drank it. Although I was seated, Chris still keyed up from the run would pace while we chatted. As we chatted, he would often pause with his crotch only inches from my face and leave it there as we talked. It was all I could do not to keep my mouth off of him.Chris’s deck had an outdoor shower for rinsing off the sand before going in the house. One day after I’d handed him his Gatorade he asked, “Would you be offended if I rinsed off before I sat down and drink this?”Of course, I said, “No.”When Chris rinsed off and his isveçbahis yeni giriş panties got wet, they became so sheer that I could count the hairs on his tight balls. There was no way that he didn’t know that I was staring at his crotch while we talk. This went on for two days and then I said, “For all the good you shorts do you after they get wet you might as well take them off.”The next day Chris casually stripped off his panties before he showered and sat naked while we chatted. His cock was beautiful… a thick tube of flesh with a reddish/purple head peeking out of his the wrinkles of his foreskin jutted out from a thick clump of curly black pubic hair. Below it hung two golf ball size balls in his wrinkled nut sack. It was all I could do to keep my face out of his lap while we talked.The third day of being naked when Chris came over after his shower for his Gatorade and conversation, I told him, “I left the Gatorade in the kitchen. Come on in and I’ll get you one.”Inside, I got him a Gatorade out of the fridge and Chris leaned casually against the kitchen counter while he drank it and we chatted. He didn’t seem to mind when I just as casually took his flaccid cock in the palm of my hand like I was hefting it to test its weight.We stood and chatted like that until Chris’s cock started hardening in my hand. Chris’s cock soft was a fat five inches. Had I not seen it in that state, the skin pulled back so far that when it attained its hard eight inches I wouldn’t have been able to tell that he wasn’t circumcised. Then I fell helpless to my knees in front of him, face-to-face with a very large and very hard cock. It was standing straight up, giving me a view that made me dizzy; Chris’s large low-hanging balls, leading to his glistening shaft, veins bulging in every direction…its dark plum-shaped head, a droplet of pre-cum now dripping ever so slowly off the head… flat, rippled abs above that and him looking down at me with pure lust on his face.As our eyes met I slipped that reddish/purple head between my lips and ran my tongue all around it in my mouth.

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