3 comments/ 35051 views/ 4 favorites The Lot By: LeathermanCraig Roger drove down the street, slowly, searching for a place to park. Even though there was a parking lot with quite a few empty spots, he wasn't quite ready to pull in there. Yet. He'd heard stories and rumors about "The Lot" for years – ever since he'd moved to the little beach city, but he'd never been there. It always seemed so ... unsafe ... to him. But since he'd been single – dumped by his loser boyfriend having a "mid-life crisis" at the age of 39. John had up and left Roger after nearly 5 years together, opting for a "younger model" to go with the typical red sports car. Roger did have to admit, however, that John's new toy – Gil – was a cutie. But at 22 and still in school, Roger didn't think that John and Gil would have much in common, let alone last. They just didn't have enough in common – from what Roger knew. Gil was the typical little twenty-something club kid – his hair and clothes were always "just so" and he was always looking for the next "ever-so-trendy" and current outfit. Roger had seen Gil around town in some of the bars, before, always dressed in whatever had last graced the cover of the fashion rags. "The Lot", however, is where Roger's attention was now. It was a notorious place for cruising; to get a quick, down-n-dirty bj in the car or maybe a quick "wham-bam, thanks, Sam" session over on the sand by the lifeguard towers. Or just a place to pick up some guy, take him back to his place – or yours – and get a little bit more going on in a slightly less public spot. But for some, the thrill was actually in the "maybe-we'll-get-caught" aspect of doing it right there in the sand or in the car. Roger slowed down even more, thinking he saw a space on the street just a few car lengths up. He wanted to watch The Lot from afar at first – just to see what the people were like and what the ... rules ... seemed to be. Since this was his first time there, he didn't want to unknowingly make any mistakes that would show him to be a "lot Virgin". He pulled into the space and shut off the car. He peered out the windows at The Lot. There were about 2 dozen cars in spots and another half dozen circling around. Some of the parked cars were side by side, parked to that the drivers could easily chat between the cars. Every once in a while, one of the circling cars would pull in next to a parked car, or a parked car would leave. Roger guessed it was a lot like "barstool roulette" where you'd sit next to somebody and if there was a connection, you'd start talking and maybe go to the next step. If no connection, you'd get up and move on to the next open guy. He noticed when two side by side cars started up and took off, one following the other. They were probably off to somebody's home to have some good times. A few minutes later, he saw one of the circlers stop, park and get out. He stepped up to another car, made a motion with his head. Moments later, the guy in the parked car got out and followed the circler to the bathroom building a few hundred feet away. Roger also noticed some guys on bikes, some on skates and some joggers that would stop and stretch or maybe relax on the wall between the lot and the beach. They'd get approached by others on foot or in parked cars and chat up a bit. For Roger, it was as fascinating to watch as anything. He'd always been a people watcher and a student of human nature. He could find hours of study of the way that guys did the "mating dance" in the bars and sex clubs to be almost as enjoyable as the sex itself. Well, maybe almost was too strong. Sometimes. OK, maybe very occasionally, when there was a blue moon and the month ended in a "Y". But still, it was something more interesting than the videos or sports playing on the bar TVs. Roger was also interested in the guys that were there. He saw a big range of guys – from older to the barely-18 looking set; muscle gods to lazy bears, chubs, cubs, otters, twinks and more – all over the place. And all looking to get a little action. Some of the twinkie boys were in a bigger group – maybe 8 or 10 of them, surrounding one car, with music playing loud enough that Roger could hear the bass beats from his own car. Sometimes a circler would cruise by slowly, and a twink or two would go talk to him. But usually, the car would drive away and he'd see the twinkies laughing a bit after the car was gone. Roger was also surprised at the cars he saw in The Lot. While most of them were ... typical ... average ... and decidedly "everyday" kinds of rides, he spotted a few high-end models – there was the Mercedes sedan that still had the dealership signs instead of license plates, the Lincoln SUV and some kind of Lexus sedan. Of course, there were also the old clunkers and junkers and even a few soccer-mom mini-vans, but the guys behind the wheels could never be considered "soccer-moms". There was even a small RV parked in one of the spots, with a small truck parked next to it. Roger wasn't sure, but it looked like that RV would rock back and forth every once in a while... Roger noticed one of the other cars – a red Mustang convertible – cruise the lot. It made him look, because that was the kind of car John had bought just before he hooked up with Gil. The Mustang pulled into a space and parked. The top was down and from what Roger could see, it wasn't John or Gil, so he didn't have to worry about what would happen if they'd showed up. After about a half an hour or people watching, Roger had enough of his courage built up to take a cruise through The Lot. He figured he'd take a cruise or two through and then, if anything was interesting, he'd take up a spot. Maybe he'd park closer to the beach so it wouldn't appear that he was only here for the quick trick. Even though that's he was there for. He pulled his car around, drove into The Lot and began this new ... adventure. During his first cruise through The Lot, he noticed a few more things that he couldn't see from his vantage on the street. There was only a few hundred feet of parking lot between the street and the beach, but that was enough to hide a few things. Like the more subtle rocking of the older Cadillac and the bobbing of the passenger's head in the driver's lap; or the fact that a few of the parkers and at least one of the circlers weren't wearing a shirt – and maybe not anything else, either. He drove around the lot – taking more notice of the red Mustang and the driver. He had dark hair and wore a full beard and mustache. He looked to be maybe in his 30s, and his face was rugged and attractive. He was wearing a t-shirt and was taking hits from a water bottle. Roger didn't want to appear to be staring and he continued driving slowly by. He could see ahead that the new Mercedes sedan was stopped behind the group of twinkie boys, and two of them were leaning in to the open windows. Obviously, they were impressed by the big Benz and by the driver. He could hear more of their techno dance music and saw that two of them were on the front of the car, making out. He drove on by, catching a glimpse of the driver of the Benz. Decided older and he looked well maintained – so he had to be a GWM – Guy With Money, as they said in "Kiss Me, Guido". Roger reached the end of the row and turned to head back up the next aisle. There were a few more parked cars here, and he caught a few glances as he cruised past. He pulled to the end of the aisle and turned back into the first, completing his circuit. He slowed past the red Mustang again, catching another glimpse of the driver and feeling at least a little more intrigued. But, suddenly, as nature often does, he got "a call" and realized he had to hit the bathroom down at the far end. So he cruised on down, pulled into a spot and parked. He got out and walked across the sand to the bathroom structure. He stepped into the bathroom and stopped. He was a bit ... shocked ... to hear the loud moaning coming from one of the stall areas. Since the building was all hard surfaces – concrete floor, brick walls, stainless steel walls and toilets and sinks, there was nothing to muffle the noise. And since the stalls had no doors, he could catch a glimpse of the one guy every few seconds, as he backed up to ram his cock into the guy he was fucking in the toilet. There was another guy standing just beyond them, rubbing his very hard dick through his very snug and thin shorts. This other guy glanced at Roger, but then returned to watching the show. Roger was a bit put off by the sex happening right there in the open. He'd been to sex clubs and bath-houses before, so he was used to the concepts of 'public sex' – but this was just a step above. I mean, you had to present your ID and often pay a fee to get into the sex clubs, and everybody that was there did the same. Here, anybody could just walk right in and see what was going on. But then he noticed that his dick was starting to harden up. So maybe part of the thrill was that they could be seen by anybody at anytime. He quickly stepped up to the urinal and pulled his stiffening cock out and let fly. He kept hearing the guys in the stall going at it and even the watcher seemed to be getting more into it, as he started breathing hard and groaning some. Roger concentrated on his own dick and draining it and tried to block out the sounds and mental images in his head. He could easily see the two guys in the stall in his head. Of course, having only glimpsed one of the guys, he had no idea of what they looked like, but that didn't stop his mind from imagining two of his favorite porn stars – Colton Ford and Zak Spears – from taking center stage in his head. Just like if he was standing on the set of a porn shoot, his head immersed in the scene. In his head, the graffiti on the concrete walls was more artistic and less rushed – more like a painting in an art gallery. One of the images showed a guy sucking the cock of another guy. And the lettering was more finished. The steel fixtures were polished and gleaming, not grungy and dented, as in real life. And the stall walls were further apart and the glory holes were nicely finished. In Roger's head, all porn shoots were big-budget spectaculars with impeccable sets and lighting. The one wall of the stall that was blocking his view in real life was replaced by no wall in the porn of his mind. His view of Zak and Colton was clear and unobstructed. It was great seeing those two studs in action, their firm and furry bodies gliding against each other, lips meeting and tongues darting in and out of their mouths. And then, of course, there were glorious asses and hard cocks, all mingled together in a blissful orgy of sex that his mind kept in constant motion. Of course, these thoughts were certainly not helping with the real reason he'd come into the bathroom. Roger focused again on the urinal and finishing up. As he shook the last drops off his dick, he glanced over his shoulder. The watcher was had pulled his dick out of his shorts and was yanking and pulling with gusto. His breathing was fast, shallow and filled with grunts. He was close. His body stiffened and he leaned back against the wall and stroked a few more times and then shuddered and let fly a load of cum, splattering against the stall wall and even some on the back of the guys in the stall. Roger turned and watched the scene, his cock still hardening in his clothes. In his head, Zak and Colton took up their positions again, going for broke and working hard for his enjoyment. The watcher's cock drained of his cum, leaving puddles on the floor. He opened his eyes, looked at Roger and smiled. Roger smiled back. Watcher licked some cum off of his fingers and put his cock back in his shorts. With a wink at Roger, he turned and left the room through the other door. Of course, the two guys were still grunting and rutting in the stall, and Roger couldn't decide if he should stay and watch or turn and go. After a minute, he decided to head back out to his car. He didn't want to stand in the bathroom and jack his own cock watching the two guys; he wanted to feel another man's touch. Roger walked back to his car and was passed by another couple of guys heading to the bathroom. He wondered how the current activities in the bathroom would change with the new additions. Maybe a four-way or swap of partners would occur. The porn in his head played out a new scene, with Colton and Zak being interrupted and joined by Francois Sagat and Carl Hardwick. That would be too good to see, that's for sure! He took another loop around The Lot. He noticed that the new Mercedes was gone, but all the twinkies still were there. Or he guessed so. Since his "type" didn't involve twinkie boys – Roger liked his men to be MEN – he couldn't be sure. He saw that the RV was now parked alone, with no neighbor sharing the space. And the red Mustang was gone, too. Roger completed the loop and pulled up against the beach wall. He'd always loved to be by the beach. The sea air always helped to clear his head and relax him. That was always good. Since the split with John, he'd been spending more time at the beach – walking along the sand, riding his bike when the day was nice, or just standing on the bluffs above the beach and looking out over the beaches and at the waves and the ocean, stretching on and on in the distance. He turned on the stereo and listened to the music coming from the speakers. Music was another one of his calming and soothing crutches. Listening to music could take him to another world in his head and in his heart. He got so rapped up in the music; he almost didn't see the car pull in along side. It was only the other car's music – so different from his own. He glanced over and noticed the dark truck backing in, the window rolled down. The driver of the truck was a young guy – probably in his 20s – with blonde spiky hair and wire framed glasses on his face. He looked like one of the twinkie boys, but he didn't remember seeing the dark truck before. "Hey, how you doing tonight?" the young driver asked. "Not too bad. How about you?" Roger replied back. "I'm good. Just looking for a good time with some dude. Ya know?" "Yep, I know. There's a lot of that around here tonight." "Do you go out a lot around here?" "Eh, sometimes. Depends on my mood." "Yeah, I hear that." The conversation seemed to stall out. Then the kid started his truck and said "Well, see you around!" and he pulled away. Roger thought how bizarre and short their encounter had been. Had the kid expected him to make an offer to hook up right then and there...? Was he expecting more aggressive behavior from him? Geez, it was a whole new world for Roger. When he'd been to the sex-clubs, it was really easy. Everybody was naked. Or nearly naked. If you wanted to get with some guy, you just walked up and started doing something... If he didn't want it from you, you'd know... Or you could go into one of the glory-hole booths and just suck dick after dick or get sucked by guy after guy. It wasn't difficult... Or the ones that had the dark mazes... you walked around and bumped into and grabbed guys. It was all easy. No muss, no fuss. Just a sea of cocks, butts and lips, all willing and able to play. The bars were different, too, as some guys were there looking for love or just to have a drink. Others were there to hook up and get laid. And others... well, there was more fuss than he felt like dealing with. Roger was thinking on heading home, but he was also fascinated by the way the whole thing worked. The interplay of people was cool. But his thoughts were broken as another car pulled up next to him. It was the red Mustang convertible! He looked over as the guy pulled in on the other side, nose in, pointing to the beach. Roger stared at the car and the driver, but quickly looked away when the driver looked back his way. But what was he doing, being shy? He looked back at the guy, only to see him getting out of the car and stepping up to the wall and sitting down. He was a good looking guy, with a good build and dark hair. His t-shirt was snug around his torso, revealing more than it hid and his shorts were short and snug and gave a good view of the guy's legs – furry and toned. When he sat on the wall, Roger was able to get a good look at his face. He looked a lot like Colton Ford, the porn star that had so recently paid a visit to Roger's mind, but was a little different. And Colton's salt-n-pepper hair was all a dark brown color – nearly black – on this beachside version. Roger was trying not to stare, but when you're checking some guy out, it's often hard not to stare. Luckily, the guy wasn't looking in Roger's direction and seeing how hard Roger was staring. And he was hard to knot look at. He was all of the things that Roger liked in a man – old enough, built enough, sexy enough and confident enough. And he was also one of the most important things – furry enough. Even when Roger had been a young 20 something and he was out and about in the bars and clubs, he was always attracted to the guys with some body hair. During the 80s and 90s, a lot of the porn companies started to have their "stars" shave and trim every bit of hair on their body – from their chest to their pits to the pubs and the legs. But to Roger's eyes and mind, there was nothing hotter and sexier than a nice bit of hair around the body. He wasn't talking about wanting to date "Chewbacca", the character from "Star Wars", but he wasn't desiring of somebody that looked like they were 12, either. And this guy hit all of Roger's buttons. So much so, that Roger found himself pulling his keys from the ignition and getting out of the car. He was walking towards the wall and taking a seat just a few feet away from the guy. The guy looked at Roger, nodded his head in greeting and said "Hey, how's it going?" Roger nodded back with a "Fine" and tried to think of something to say. "What was the action like in the bathroom before?" the guy asked. Roger didn't know what to say. Obviously, this stud had seen Roger go into the bathroom and probably knew of the things that happen there and go on. It made Roger wonder how much time the guy spent here at The Lot. "It was ... interesting ... to say the least. There were a couple of guys doing stuff, but I just needed to take a leak." The guy nodded and took a hit from his water bottle. "That kind of stuff happens all the time. Guys don't want to take another guy home and their car just doesn't have the room. Or they're turned on by the aspect of being seen and watched." Roger nodded at this last part, as he'd thought the same thing. "But I never really got that concept," the guy continued. "I mean, I like having sex, but not sure about the risks of getting busted or anything by the cops." Again, Roger nodded. "My name is Todd, by the way." "Roger." He took Todd's offered hand and gave it a shake. Good, firm and solid grip. "Yeah, that kind of made me wonder, too," he said. Todd shifted and leaned back on the wall a bit, and Roger could get a better look at his body. His shorts stretched a bit tighter across the bulge and Roger was wondering what Todd looked like out of those shorts. With that look and thought, the porn in Roger's mind returned, but this time it was Todd and himself in the bathroom, Roger riding on Todd's hard cock, as Todd was seated. His cock stirred in his shorts and he shifted himself. "So, what do you like to do, Roger?" There was a smile on Todd's face and his eyes had a mischievous look about them. Roger didn't know how to answer. But then he figured he'd just answer truly. "Well, I like a big guy, good body, nice thick cock and no attitude. As for the rest, it's all open. I can do it all – Top to bottom, kink to vanilla, sucking cock and getting sucked. I love hot men and hot sex." The Lot Now it was Todd's turn for mild surprise. He'd not expected such a direct answer. But he had the perfect comeback. "So, if I'm big and built and have that nice thick cock, what say we go someplace and work out the rest?" Roger's new boldness shocked even himself. "Sure. Follow me, Todd." He stood up, his nearly hard cock well fit in his shorts and paused a moment, letting Todd take a look. Then Todd stood up, grabbed Roger's cock and squeezed. "Lead on." Roger didn't know what he was doing, but he got in his car, started up and drove out, with Todd following close behind. He drove the few blocks to his house and pulled in the driveway. Todd's Mustang was right behind. He got out of his car and walked back to Todd's car. As he got there, Todd reached out and grabbed a hold of his crotch again. "This will be fun." Todd got out of the car and Roger led his way to the back of the house. Once they were through the gate into the back yard, Todd grabbed a hold of Roger's shoulder and twisted him around and kissed him hard. Todd's tongue was probing into Roger's mouth, forcing the kiss deeper. And Roger replied in kind. Before he knew it, he was groping and feeling Todd's body – feeling the heft of his cock, the curve of his ass, the solid shape of his muscles, the furry legs and more. And Todd's hands were doing much the same, as well. Soon, their clothing was being pulled off. Todd's t-shirt was the first to go, revealing his sculpted pecs and his hard nipples and sexy, furry chest. His shorts were next, revealing a pair of tight boxer-briefs with a trail of hair behind the hard cock that stuck out of the waistband. Roger's shirt came off and only a few second later, his shorts. Since he was not wearing any underwear, his hard cock bobbed and bounced around, flexing with each passionate kiss the men shared. Slowly, Todd began kissing Roger's neck and then moving down to his chest. While Roger didn't think he was as hot as Todd, he didn't think he was bad looking. At 39 years old, his 6 foot frame was still relatively firm and solid. He still had the same build he'd had in high-school, when he'd been a star line-backer for the football team. He didn't regularly work out, but he loves taking his bike out for a beach run or going for long walks, so his legs and his butt are still in great shape. And Todd keeps feeling that shape, too; all the while, pulling Roger closer. Roger can feel Todd's hard cock rubbing against his own. He'd been missing this more passionate and involved type of making out. John and he had split about 4 months back and even then, it had still been a few months since they'd done anything this ... intense. But he lost that thought as he felt Todd bite and nibble on his nipple and tug on his balls. "Oh, fuck! God, this feels so good!" Roger shivered with pleasure at Todd's actions. Todd's reply was muffled by Roger's chest as he pulled Todd closer still. Roger's thought was broken when he heard the neighbor's lawn mower start up... He'd forgotten that they were in his back yard, and he was totally naked! And Todd wasn't wearing much more! He started to say that they should take it inside, but then figured, "what the fuck! Let's fuck in the grass!" With that new thought, Roger pulled back from Todd's hungry mouth and dropped to his knees on the cool grass. He began licking on Todd's cock through the shorts and licking at the head that was poking above the waistband. There was a good smearing of pre-cum all over and it tasted sweetly salty on his lips. He grabbed the waistband and slowly pulled the underwear off and slipped his lips over the cock that was being exposed. Todd moaned with the new attention his dick was getting and he pulled Roger's head deeper on his cock, burying as much of the thick 8 inch cock as he could. Roger took all of the cock that he could. He'd forgotten how hungry he was for this kind of meat. It had been a while since he'd done anything so brazen and open. His forays to the local sex clubs had been infrequent and had only been when he'd wanted just quick and anonymous. Now, he wanted more. He wanted a bit more of a connection than just fucking and sucking. He wanted lust and desire and not just sex. And he was getting just what he wanted. He felt a bit more of a connection with Todd – even though he couldn't figure out why. Of course, that thought was not one he was focusing on; instead he was focusing on the feel of that hard and hot cock slipping between his lips. And it was good thinking. His own cock was throbbing and felt ready to burst. Thick drops of clear pre-cum were coming out and dropping to the grass. He knew if he touched it, he would explode hot loads all over. He wasn't ready for that, yet. Todd held the side of Roger's head and began to pull him up. Roger stood slowly, licking and kissing his way up Todd's incredible body. Soon their lips were locked again in deep kisses, and they rubbed their bodies together. Roger started leading Todd over to where the benches were on his patio. He had many other thoughts and ideas in his head, many of them looking like the porn he enjoyed. As he got over to the first bench, he sat down and continued sucking on Todd's cock. It tasted so good and fit so well in his mouth. He just hoped it would fit deep in his mouth, too! The same thing must have been on Todd's mind, too. He pulled his cock out of Roger's mouth and pushed him back on the bench. He dropped to his knees and began to finger Roger's ass. The pink hole pulsed and twitched and his first two fingers slid easily inside. Each time he did, a shiver ran through Roger's body and he'd let out a gasp and a grunt. When Todd put his tongue to the hole, Roger let out a "oh, fuck yeah!" and reached with his hands to spread his ass wider. Todd didn't need more of an invitation. He pushed his tongue deeper into the hole, allowing some spit to get it all wet. He licked and probed Roger's ass. Each time he thrust in with his tongue, Roger would grunt or groan or writhe with pleasure. He reached over with his hand and pulled a condom from his shorts. It was time for the main event. In a smooth motion, Todd stood up, slipped the condom on and stuffed his cock inside Roger's waiting and eager ass. He stuffed it to the base, all 8 inches deep inside. Roger cried out in pleasure and a bit of pain, but it was nothing he didn't want or couldn't handle. Roger flexed his ass, pulling on Todd's thick, full cock, not letting him pull it even a little way out. It felt so good to have that inside, he never wanted it to stop. Roger began to grind and move on the big cock impaling him, grunting with each new sensation. Todd also started his slow thrusting in and out, and both men fell into an easy rhythm of pleasure. Roger hadn't felt this good in a long time. Here was a man of raw, animal sexuality and desire. His ex was far more meek and timid, especially when it came to sexual encounters. With John, it was often quick, easy and passionless. This man had passion and lust and desire written all over his face and body. It was as though the world ceased to exist outside of their coupling. They rocked together for a while, each thrust of Todd's cock filling Roger's ass, and driving more pleasure into each man. For a few minutes, all that could be heard was the slight creaking of the bench and the men's breathing and soft moans. Soon, however, their breathing got faster and deeper and the moans grew louder until Roger couldn't hold it in any longer and yelled out "FUCK!" as the first waves of orgasm wracked his body. Roger's hot cum shot across his abs and chest, painting lines of white across his tanned skin; testament to how much he needed this. Todd was pulling his cock out and ripping off the condom mere seconds later, and his own hot juice flew and mixed with Roger's on his body. Both men shuddered and shook with orgasmic pleasure and soon Roger was covered in puddles and strips of hot, white juices. Todd leaned down to Roger and kissed his lips, hard and passionately, his tongue diving between Roger's lips. Roger returned the kiss and reached up to grab Todd's head to pull him even closer. For minutes, the two men kissed and held each other this way. Todd was first to break the connection, suggesting "Why don't we head inside and get you cleaned up, eh stud?" Roger laughed and shook his head. They rose from the bench and grabbed their clothes from the lawn. After stepping inside the back door, Roger turned to Todd and said "So, how soon before you can give me a repeat performance?" Todd shook his head. "I probably need a few hours to recoup, at least!" However, his cock rejected that idea and began stirring and getting hard. "Well, maybe sooner" he said and grabbed Roger and began kissing him again, reaching down to cup Roger's ass and own swelling cock. "Yes, maybe it won't be too long at all!" The Lottery Joseph got the scented invitation via his in box. He smelled it and didn't recognize the perfume from anyone at the office. He arrived at the address with the invitation in hand. As he rode up the elevator, he wondered who at the office would be able to afford a party in the penthouse of the fanciest hotel in town. None of the other people in accounting has that kind of money and he rarely socialized with anyone at work. These questions distracted him as he stepped out the elevator. He knocked at the door and was led in by another guy. He thought he recognized him from another department, but kept silent. He was led into the living room where another guy sat waiting. The other two guys there looked more comfortable than he did, like they were in on the joke. As he sat there worrying, a lady walked in. Not just any lady, but the President's secretary. She wore her hair down so the long black hair fell down her shoulders. She wore a very tight top that was see thru enough to let everyone know she was not wearing a bra. Her breasts stuck out enough to accentuate her curvy waist wrapped in black micromini. She had that deliberate smile on her face, showing she was thinking. "Oops, I forgot there was going to be three of you this time," she said casually, as if she did it on purpose. "I guess all three of you get to spend the night with me then. " She walks into the middle of the room and takes off her top. The other two guys walk up and begin to kiss her, one from behind and the other in front. Joseph watched as they were both disrobing quickly and stroking themselves to hardness. Joseph disrobed slowly, then walked over and helped her sit down. He then started kissing her nipples slowly. The other two walked behind the couch and were shoving their cocks near her mouth. As Joseph kissed his way down to her skirt, he looked up to ask if he could remove it. The other two guys laughed, as if he was pathetic. Then, she slowly removed her skirt to show she was absent of any panties. Joe saw that and then asked if he could lick her. She agreed and parted her legs so Joe could have his way. The two guys were fighting over her mouth as she kissed each one for a moment while stroking both. A few minutes later, she raised up. Almost like a silent signal was given, one of the other two laid on the couch as she straddled his cock and lowered herself. The other guy then went behind her and poked forcefully into her ass. As she struggled between them, she beckoned Joseph to come forward. As he neared her, she gently kissed his cock before deepthroating it in front of the other two. The other two were oblivious to it as she kept sucking him hard. A few minutes later, he saw the other two stop as if they finished. Soon, he felt as if he was about to finish when he asked her if she needed to stop. She sucked harder as he started spurting inside her mouth and watched as she swallowed every drop. "hey," one of the other guys protested. "You said that wasn't allowed." As he started to speak again, she raised a finger to her lips to quiet him. Joseph then walked over to the couch to grab a towel. He offered her one, then began to wipe the stains off her ass and legs where the other two finished. By the time he finished wiping, the other two were already dressed. "Gentleman," she said. " You two may leave. Joseph needs to stay here. "All the jaws dropped. The other two guys started to protest again until she grabbed her cell and started to dial. At that, they walked out the door quickly leaving her and Joseph there alone. She pours herself a drink and offers one to Joseph as he stood paralyzed. She walked over to him and held him until she could feel him relax." What happened?" Joseph asked. They sat down and began to chat. They talked about work, life, everything. He discovered that her name was Angela and that she had been the President's Secretary for eight years. When she lost her husband to a younger woman four years ago, she started to invite guys to her place for release, never thinking a good man would give her the treatment she wanted. It wasn't until she heard of this gentleman in accounting who was always willing to help people that her interests were peaked. That's why she sent the invitation. Sure enough, she was impressed by his behavior . As she finished talking, she inched closer and began to kiss his lips. He instinctively reached his arm around her as he pulled her close. They began to kiss more now, romantically and slowly. As they kept kissing, she started to rub his chest and stomach as she inched towards his cock, which was growing already. She stroked it a few times before she straddled it and rode it slowly. Since earlier, he had the chance to recover. She kept riding him as they kept kissing, her vagina muscles tightening around him as she stroked. A few minutes later, she felt the first orgasm she received in a while. She shuddered on top of him. He held her as she recovered. She raised off of him and noticed he was still hard. She knelt before him and began to suck him again before she turned around and went on all fours. As he lowered himself to her, she reached back and guided him into her tight bum hole. He was shocked since he had never done that before. As he slowly started to enter into her, she started to moan loudly, commanding him to speed up faster and faster. As he started pounding for dear life, he felt her soft hands reaching back and caressing his balls. The increased stimulation caused him to buck wildly before he began to come. She turned around and stroked him onto her face, reveling in the work she had done. She enjoyed watching him shoot his load. As his cock subsided, she began to kiss it again and lick it to clean it up. Joseph reached over and grabbed the towel and began to wipe her face as he held her. As she started to stroke him again, she asked, "Good things nice guys finish last, huh?" The Lottery The people gathered around the courtyard looked up with rapt attention at the temple, hoping to hear the eagerly awaited news of who would be chosen for the Spring Festival. And they were not just observers, either. Like everyone else in the city, they had places their names into the lottery, to perhaps be chosen represent the god of spring and his consort in the Spring Festival. The first name was called, and a mixture of excited chatter and religious awe went through the crowd as a young man heard his name called, and walked up the steps. He turned around and looked out at the crowd with no discernible expression. Like most of the people chosen by the lottery, he was young, just past adulthood. The Priestesses used a sorting method that meant that the young would have a greater chance to take place in the spring ritual. Which was why, when the next name was called, a great buzz went through the crowd, because the next name called was not the name of a young woman, lithe and nubile, but rather the name of an older woman, who was also married to a rich merchant. But without hesitation, she climbed up the stairs, bowed down low to the young man who was now her ceremonial husband, and then joined hands with him. Every person in the city of age took place in the lottery, and she was no exception. That night, with her husband, she kissed and cuddled as she usually did. She was 46 years old, and had been married to her husband at a young age. He was older, and rich even then, and she had started out as a simple concubine. But she was beautiful and pleasing, and she worked her way into being his chief wife. Tonight his cuddling went further. He started pawing and squeezing her full breasts, and then gently whispered in her ear, telling her to part her legs so he could slide in from behind. He was more insistent and rough than he usually was, and she enjoyed it. "You...like the idea, that I will be doing this for this young man, don't you?" she whispered as he stroked in and out of her. "It's not every man that gets to use the consort of the spring god", he said, and she could tell by his fevered grunting that he was indeed turned on by it. So was she. Unfortunately, the sex was not as vigorous as she needed, and it soon ended, leaving her slightly frustrated. Soon enough, she would not be frustrated. Phillip and Ani met on the top of the temples, the three priestesses gathered around them. Ani noticed that Phillip seemed shyer today, a full blush spreading over his features. Perhaps when it was announced, he was too shocked to realize what would happen. Now, as his eyes traveled over her full body, he seemed to be realizing just what was happening. So did she. The minute the temple doors closed behind them, she gathered him to her, kissed him deeply, and ran her hands down to his lower back. It was her job, after all, as consort to the spring god. She was happy to see that it only took a minute of surprise before he responded, kissing back, and letting his own hands find her lower back. Despite his youth, he was still taller and broader than her, and his hands were instinctively commanding yet gentle. Inside of a minute, her thigh was pressing against his hardness. It was then that a less fortunate aspect of his youth came up: in the excitement of having what was probably his first contact with a woman made him lose control, and her thigh was covered with his sticky sperm as he whimpered. "Sorry..." he mumbled. She bowed low to the floor. "I am glad I pleased the spring god". She took him by the hand and led him into the inner chambers, where she took his soft penis in her mouth and quickly returned it to hardness. This delay had made her very excited, and with no further word, she rolled on her back, parted her legs, and signaled with her eyes that it was time. He shoved inside of her, her mature pussy easily taking every inch of him. He rutted in her, and she locked her legs behind his back, forcing him in until he was pushing at the entrance of her womb. He came, in another thick rush, while her lips locked around his. And this time, there was no softening, her insistent tunnel massaged him to hardness as soon as he came, and urging him on to fuck her again, to fill her up again. By the end of that week, the experienced society woman was no longer having to take the lead. The young man, as if he really was possessed by the spring god, soon learned to control her, to push her down on all fours and mount her eagerly, even when she was sore and unready. But she acquiesced to his demands, because she was his consort. Also, of course, it was more sex than she had had in years. She enjoyed slipping out of her expensive robes and wantonly offering her used, but still eager vagina to him. She enjoyed being so roughly used that she was left on the bed, his seed slowly leaking out of her. And as for him...there is no reason to describe how a young man feels when given an unlimited supply of sex. After that week was over, and the two of them walked back into the sunlight, with the crowds cheering that they had done their part to see the return of spring, who knows what changes had come over them? Some could be guessed at easily, some could perhaps not. The Lottery Cheryl was doing some filing when she heard the men talking. She wasn't really paying any attention to it until she heard the words 'won the lottery'. Then she damned well listened a lot harder. "What," Chester was saying, "Andy won it again?" "He did," returned Mike, "and it was a jackpot this week." "Arsy bastard," grumbled Chester. "How does he do it?" "Ask him. There he is." "Andy, you bastard," called Chester. "Did you really take out the jackpot this weekend." "I did," came a laughing reply, "but keep you voice down. No need to shout it round or everyone will be wanting some of it." "God forbid that you should have to share it," said Mike dryly. "You can, however, buy me and Chester a drink after work. I assume you're going to continue working for a while, and not heading off to Hawaii with your windfall?" "I suspect I'll stay on for a while," came the reply. "I like the work and a man has to do something." Cheryl heard the voices dwindle has the men continued down the hallway. "How nice," she mused. "Andy had won the jackpot, and not many people know just yet. I think the next time that he asks me out, I just might say yes." Much to his surprise, Andy found himself having a date with the lovely Cheryl the next weekend. He had asked her before, always getting knocked back with varying degrees of rudeness, but had never let that bother him. He could put up with an acid tongue for a few minutes chatting with someone as lovely as her. The fact that she had smiled so sweetly and accepted was a real turn up. Fortunately, he had the wherewithal to provide a decent date. Saturday night and Andy and Cheryl had dinner and then caught a show. After the show, Cheryl was quite happy to go to a nightclub for a few drinks and dances, seeming quite willing to be pleased by whatever Andy wanted, and also seemed willing to please Andy in return. Finally escorting her home, Andy was only too willing to accept when Cheryl invited him up for some coffee before he went home. Alone with Cheryl in her apartment, for Andy it wasn't so much a question of whether he should chance his arm but rather, how could he not? He reached over and drew her to him, looking for a negative sign and not getting one. Bending his head Andy kissed her, finding her kissing him back tremulously at first, as though unsure that she should. Then she was kissing him back, catching fire from him and returning his kisses with her own. Cheryl's responsiveness naturally drove Andy on, his masculine aggression coming to the fore. His hand dropped down and cupped her breast, squeezing lightly. Andy could feel Cheryl shiver slightly and her hand came up to cover his, but instead of pushing his hand away, hers just clung to him, holding his hand while he softly kneaded her breast. Continuing kissing and stroking Cheryl with one hand, his other hand slipped her shoulders straps off, letting her dress fall to her waist, revealing two pale white globes cupped in lacy white silk. Now Andy's hands dipped beneath the silk, finding and teasing Cheryl's nipples. One hand moved behind her and lingered on the clip of her bra. Drawing his head away from Cheryl for a moment, he sent her an enquiring look, teasing at the clip as he did so. Cheryl blushed prettily, but with no refusal coming Andy snapped open her bra. Moving slowly, he slipped the scrap of lace off her breasts and down her arms, his admiration for the beautiful breasts plain on his face. Andy moved his mouth to the treasures exposed before him, tasting and teasing them. He gently sucked on the swollen nipples, drawing a small gasp of pleasure from Cheryl, who stood quiescent, subtly encouraging him. Moving his hand behind her again, Andy slid his hand over Cheryl's smooth back and down to her dress. Finding the zip he slid it down and then, with a gently tug, Cheryl's dress continued its downward journey, finally lying pooled at her feet. Standing back a pace, Andy admired the blushing figure standing in front of him, clad on in a pair of silky white bikini briefs. Not trying to hide from his gaze, Cheryl stood proudly, happy to show off her amazing figure. Reaching over, Andy gently plucked at the waist of the panties. "Take these off for me," he said softly. Cheryl seemed to swallow. "I shouldn't," she said, watching him. When Andy said nothing more Cheryl gulped, reached down and slowly rolled down her panties. Now she was standing before Andy nude, delighted by the effect she was having on him. Seeing Cheryl nude before him Andy slowly smiled at her. He reached out and ran a finger over her shaven pussy, pressing slightly. "Where's your bedroom?" he asked. Cheryl shook her head slowly. "I shouldn't," she said. "This is a first date. I hardly know you." Andy waited, confident that Cheryl would yield. He wasn't sure why, but he knew that the whole night had been leading up to this. She wanted to sleep with him, and he wasn't going to fight her off. He held out his hand and Cheryl's small one slipped into it. Then she turned and led him to her room. In her room, Andy turned to Cheryl. "Undress me," he told her. Cheryl smiled at him and slid his jacket off. Slowly she undid his shirt buttons, taking her time and slipping her hand under the shirt to rub it across his chest. Once the shirt was undone, Cheryl pushed it off his shoulders, drawing the sleeves down his arms and off. Kneeling, Cheryl undid Andy's shoes and took them off. Without bothering to stand, she reached for his belt, unbuckled it, undid the clip at the top of his fly and unzipped. Still kneeling she drew his trousers down, helping him to step out of them. Still kneeling, Cheryl reached for Andy's jocks and started pulling them down slowly. As she tugged them down, revealing his erection, she used one hand to reach for and fondle him while the other helped him out of his jocks. Andy watched as Cheryl moved forward and took his cock into her mouth. He shuddered slightly feeling her warm mouth close upon him, and then watched in fascination as her golden head bounced happily up and down as she pleasured his cock. He was almost ready to yell and come when she stopped and drew back. "That is what is known as priming the pump," Cheryl told him. "Now you need to do something about sinking your shaft," she added, taking his hand and pressing it against her mound. "Take your time about sinking it," she murmured. "That will give you a chance to stabilise a bit. We wouldn't want you coming too soon, would we." "Condom?" asked Andy, surprised that he was coherent enough to say anything. Cheryl pouted a little, wondering if she should refuse and decided not to. Plenty of time to take him without one. She reached into the drawer on the bedside table, extracting a small package, which she opened. Looking up at Andy with a laugh on her face, Cheryl quickly rolled the condom onto him. Then taking his hand she sank back onto the bed, drawing him with her. Once again Andy started paying loving attention to Cheryl's magnificent breasts. They were superbly responsive, swelling beneath his hot mouth and drawing little gasps of pleasure from her. His hand eased between her legs, encouraging them to part while he played with her labia, rubbing and kneading, then gently scratching along the sensitive inner lips. It wasn't long before Cheryl was twisting and turning under his torturous touch, pushing her mound toward him, encouraging him to do more. Andy was happy to oblige, with his fingers easing between her lips and stroking Cheryl's inner flesh, sending more spirals of sensation arrowing deeper into her. Feeling Cheryl's heat and dampness, Andy moved between her thighs, his erection probing at her slit. Cheryl edged her thighs wider, bending her knees and encouraging his entry. Now Andy was moving between her lips, poised at her vaginal opening. Slowly, and then with gathering speed, Andy plunged home into her, hearing her gasp of pleasure as he rapidly filled her. Andy started moving within Cheryl, feeling her legs closing around him as he drove deeper into her. Soon they were coming together with ever increasing urgency, racing towards their desired climax. Andy found himself having to hurry to meet Cheryl's desperate lunges, feeling her arms and legs clinging to him as they slammed into each other. Andy broke free, pulling fully out and away from Cheryl, laughing at her mewling cries as she tried to coax him back. Reaching for her, he encouraged her to roll onto her stomach, and lifted her bottom high. Fully in control, Andy came surging back, making Cheryl scream with the suddenness and urgency of his invasion. He started slamming harder, hearing her squeal with each powerful thrust, the squeals starting to run into each other as he drove in faster. Cheryl was writhing now, no longer able to control what was happening to her, feeling Andy dominate and use her, taking his pleasure the way he wanted it. She wasn't sure if she was screaming with fury at losing control or with passion from the lust that was ripping through her. She just knew that Andy was there, in her, filling her, dictating how she should feel. Andy idly wondered what Cheryl would do if he stopped now and insisted on trying a new position. He was tempted, just for the hell of it, but knew that he was too close to the finish. His long pleasurable strokes were changing, becoming shorter and faster as he strained to release himself, then he was coming with a rush and could hear Cheryl screaming as she also soared past him, flying on her own climax. -- - Walking Andy to the door later, Cheryl hinted that she wouldn't be averse to another date, soon. Andy was quite in agreement with this plan, arranging to pick her up the next day. "You never know." he said, "The footy club may pay for tomorrows outing as well if I'm luck again." "What do you mean," asked Cheryl, confused. "Oh, I won the club lottery last weekend. It was a jackpot and I scored $250. Chester and Mike are pissed at me because it's the second time I've won this year." "$250?" "Yes. Useful money. It paid for tonight's dinner and show." "I see." Cheryl opened her front door, watching Andy leave. "$250. A fortune. I'm surprised you didn't resign and take a trip to Hawaii with it." Andy laughed. "That's exactly what Mike said."