1. Maternity Ward


    Date: 10/11/2018, Categories: Gay, Author: spinneroftales, Source: LushStories

    front of the hospital. I suggested we go into the parking structure and sit in one of our cars. “I’m on the second level,” I said. We had been lucky. “I’m up on the fifth,” Marco said. We got in my car and I tilted the steering wheel up. I wear boxers with my junk hanging on the right. My wife sometimes scolds me for showing too much, but I know that was one of the things that attracted her to me in the first place, and she likes the length. But I couldn’t seem to get comfortable. I had to shift around a couple of times. I reached toward the dash. “Do you want to listen to the radio?” “Naw.” I detected an accent, but I didn’t know if it was regional or Italian. We were both tired, sort of burned out. I looked at Marcus and commented, “You’re in great shape. You must work out.” He said, “I’m into weight lifting, but just enough to keep in shape.” I placed my hand on his thigh and felt the strong muscles. He looked at my hand and I realized my goof. “Excuse me, I didn’t mean to invade your space.” “No,” he said, “I was thinking how good the human contact felt.” Marcus tilted the seat back a little and closed his eyes. “I don’t think the coffee is working.” I said, “I don’t know if it’s the caffeine in the Coke or the nicotine in the cig, but I’m wide awake.” Marcus opened his eyes and turned his head, looking at me. He said, “You’re too tense.” He laid his hand on my upper thigh, right on my cock. He didn’t remove it. I hadn’t been hard, but I was suddenly on my way. I looked ...
    at him and slid my hand into his unbuttoned shirt, feeling his chest and rubbing my thumb over his nipples. He had probably been clean shaven that morning, but now his beard stubble was clearly showing. Surprisingly, his body was smooth with only a light patch of hair in the center of his chest. I slipped my hand down to his stomach, stopped only by the buttoned part of his shirt. As he unbuttoned the rest I leaned forward and kissed his mouth, which he opened to accept my probing tongue. My cock was roaring hard and like a caged animal was trying to struggle free. Marcus tried to unzip my pants, but I immediately took over and had them completely open in two seconds. He grabbed my cock and squeezed it hard. I frantically worked on getting his pants open and he lifted his hips so I could push them down, exposing his cock and balls. My cock is like a tube, straight and round. I like to think it’s seven and a half inches, but it’s really just a fraction of an inch over seven. The head is an unremarkable helmet shape, about the same size as the rod supporting it. Marcus' cock was, I’d estimate, six inches, but was fat. It wasn’t round, but an oval shape, probably two inches wide at the base and gently tapering to a smaller head. He was uncut, but his foreskin just covered the flange of his cockhead. I bent forward and took his whole cock in my mouth, going down until it hit the back of my throat and my nose was buried in his black patch of wiry but soft hairs. I had never in my ...