19 comments/ 559653 views/ 93 favorites One Hot Date By: homerjay This story is purely a work of fiction and is intended for entertainment purposes only. Any similarities between these characters and real people, living or dead, is purely coincidental. If you are not of legal age in your state then I urge you not to read any further. The author gives permission to anyone reading this story to duplicate it as long as it is not used in a fee- paying service. Author retains all copyrights. By Homer (c) 1998. CHAPTER 1 My name is Tom and I'm from the Midwestern United States. I'm a 20- year old college student and have what I would call a pretty normal suburban family. I have two sisters, Mary and Lisa, they are both still in high school. My dad's name is James; he's a banker and works long hours at his office most of the time. My mom's name is Rachel; she works at the local health club as a fitness trainer. Most of my time is spent either studying for classes, going to parties with friends, watching TV, and other usual activities. Sometimes I go out on dates, I'm an alright looking guy and get my fair share of action, but then again some days I get nothing at all. It all started on one of those particular days in fact. My girlfriend at the time had just stormed out of the house after I had, what she thought, gone too far. We were making out on the couch watching, or not watching, TV when I started rubbing her crotch. At first she did nothing and I thought she liked it, but all of a sudden she pushed me away and slapped me, calling me a pig and then leaving the room and my house. At first I was mad and wanted to chase after her, but I knew it wasn't worth it and sat back on the couch, thinking about my increasing horny state. About an hour had passed, I was in the kitchen with my Sociology book when my mom came home from her day at the health club. She usually stays after to do her own personal workout and this day was no different, although usually I'm not home to greet her. At first I almost didn't recognize her. She walked in the door still wearing her workout clothes which were all sweaty still from her training. She had on a blue sports bra that just barely kept her full breasts in check, and a pair of tight, biker shorts that hugged her shapely legs. Her long, brown hair was tied back and allowed me to view all of her very pretty face. I guess you could say she was a real knock out standing there, but I couldn't let on about that, she was my mother for Christ's sake. "Hi mom." She was surprised, "Oh, hi sweetie. What are you doing home this early on a Friday night? No hot dates?" I kind of laughed and shrugged my shoulders. "I thought I'd get ahead on my homework tonight." I couldn't exactly tell her I struck out with Heather and now was suffering and needed some relief. "Hmmm. Where is the rest of the household?" "Dad is still out, Mary and Lisa are probably on dates or something." "Just mother and son then this evening? That will be nice for a change." "Sure." God, she looked hot! The whole time she was talking to me she was busying herself in the kitchen, reaching in cupboards, bending down for things, allowing me peeks at her fabulous chest and ass. It was hard not to think of my mother in a sexual way in the state I was in. After all, she was only 39 and in great shape from all the years as a health instructor, plus she was pretty, more pretty then most moms her age. What's a son to do? "We don't get to see each other much anymore, it'll be nice to talk to my son over diner, we have a lot of catching up to do," she said. "I guess we do mom. I've been so busy with finals and all, I really don't see any of the family anymore." "I'm just as guilty as you, the club keeps me so busy and I'm always burnt out when I get home. What does your father look like these days?" We both laughed as I helped her set the table and get the food ready, setting my books aside for the moment. Before long the food was ready and mom and I sat down and had our diner. The conversation was good and it was actually nice to talk to my mother for more then a few minutes at a time. We talked a lot when I was younger but as the years went on we both became so busy. She told me about all the fun times she has at the club and how she practically lives there, and I told her about my life at school and my classes and such. Then we talked about our plans for the summer and I told her I wanted to get back in shape and asked her if I could come to the health club sometime. Of course she was excited I was interested in anything she was involved with and said I could get in for free any time I want. So that would be the plan once school was over. After we finished supper and cleaned up our dishes, I went back to my studies and she went upstairs to shower and change. I was a little disappointed my mom would not be keeping her revealing outfit on for the rest of the night, but the thought of her in the shower made my cock jump even more. I tried to keep my mind on my work but it was difficult, I daydreamed as I listened to the water running up in my parents’ bathroom. I imagined her soaping herself up, starting with her perfect breasts, then moving to her flat stomach, slender legs and sweet ass, then to her crotch and- "Hi son." "Whoa!! Oh, hi dad." He had awoken me from my incestual slumber. "You startled me." "Sorry boy. I bet I know what you were thinking about." "What?" I was a stunned, stupefied, mortified by him reading my mind like that. How could he possibly know? "You had another date with Heather, huh?" Oh, I guess was overreacting a little with that mind reading shit. "She really is something else Tom." "She sure is dad." Little did he know I was talking about his very wife and my own mother when I said that. "Hard at it again? Keep up those good grades son, finals are soon and I know you'll do well." He patted me on the back and then headed upstairs. "Thanks dad." Well, the rest of my night consisted of trying to study and thinking of my beautiful mother. How great she would look naked, or with a dick in her mouth, MY dick in fact. What I wouldn't give to bury my boner in her steaming pussy. Whoa there boy! Calm down. Finally I decided to just watch TV and get my mind on other things, it just wasn't right to think of my mom as anything but mom. It was sick and twisted, what kind of son was I to think these unclean thoughts. So I watched the Disney channel, they were having a Donald Duck marathon. That's it, nice wholesome cartoons. The cartoons worked and before I knew it my sisters had both come home, we said a few words and they went upstairs to bed. After a few more cartoons and when I couldn't laugh out loud for fear of waking my family, I also headed to bed, down to my room in the basement. CHAPTER 2 The next couple of weeks went by quickly. I managed to concentrate long enough to study and I did quite well on my final exams. On the last weekend there were a few parties and I had a good time even though Heather was telling everyone how much of a jerk I was, no one seemed to care though because they knew enough about her to know I was not that way. Secretly I think she still liked me though, but it was over as far as I was concerned. Finally summer vacation was here. I got a job at the Wal-Mart in town and enjoyed a fixed schedule and a nice paycheck each week. I still hung around with my friends and caught up on goofing off and keeping the yard work up to par at the old homestead, with both my parents gone most of the time it was a good thing I did too. But then I remembered something. I was going to be spending time at the health club with my mom, as I expressed an interest earlier in the month. I wanted to get back into shape but I also knew I'd get to see mom in her little fitness outfit on a regular basis, which could mean many a sleepless night. But I did promise her, and I wanted to go myself, so I did. The first night was a little awkward. Mom took me on a tour of the place and then showed me a good workout routine to build muscle. Seeing her straining herself with the different machines and sweating doing the different exercises had me in a lust for her all over again. But I was determined, I mean, how tough could it be? It's the first day, an introduction day of sorts, once I know my way around I wouldn't have to see her as much. She had classes after all, and a workout regime and life of her own. By the second and third night I was focusing on my muscle building workouts with no problem. Some lifting here, a little running there, then off to basketball and then to the pool for a quick swim. If I even saw mom it was in the hallway on my way to the next part of my workout, and there wasn't enough time to linger. She never stopped looking fabulous though, but I also was in the zone, I kept saying to myself: "She's your mother Tom, not some college girl ripe for the plucking." But it was obvious mom liked having me there, she even said so on numerous occasions. On the rides home we'd share some health bars or shakes and then eat a nice meal when we got home. It almost became like we were dating, but you didn't hear me say that, so forget it entirely. But then things changed a little on me. It was another night at the fitness center and my mom and I were about to leave. I was waiting by the door to the girl's locker room for her to finish changing when I saw Heather coming in the entrance. I tried to look the other way so she wouldn't notice me but she did anyway. "Tom!" she was practically screaming my name, although not in the context I had once envisioned. "How are you?" "Hi Heather, I'm fine." I didn't want to give her anything to talk about with me. Just go away, I thought. "Are you getting strong!" she grabbed my arm and squeezed my biceps. I guess I was getting more muscular, but she didn't have to throw herself at me. "Thanks. I do what I can." I was being a jerk but it wasn't working. Then a miracle happened, my mom finally came out of the dressing rooms and came up next to me, putting her arm in mine and getting Heather to back off. I was relieved but wondered what she was up to. "Hi, I'm Heather. Who might you be?" She seemed angry and jealous, it was just like her. Then mom answered her, "I'm Tom's girlfriend Rachel." I was dumfounded. I couldn't believe I heard her right, and by the looks of it, Heather was in shock too. Not that my mom looks her age or that Heather knew she was really my mother, but she is ten times prettier then Heather, or any girl for that matter. She could be a supermodel. I was about to clear things up when Heather spoke again. "Ugh, nice to meet you. I was just about to invite Tom here to a party at my house this weekend." I could tell she was gritting her teeth. "Sounds like fun, we'll be there. Won't we honey?" I was again awestruck. Was my mother really saying she would go to a drunken college party with me? I didn't know what to say but I managed something. "Yeah." "Great, seeya then guys." Heather went off into the locker room area and mom and I went out the door to the car. We got in the car and headed towards home. I was first to break the silence. "Mom, what was that all about back there? Are you feeling all right?" "Sure honey. I'm fine," she kind of giggled in a girlish way. "I just saved your butt didn't I?" She touched my hand in a motherly way. "From where I stood it looked like Heather was going for it all right there in the lobby sweetheart." Again she giggled. "Mom!" I was surprised by what she was implying. "And I know you don't like her anymore so I gave you an excuse I suppose. Who knew she would invite us to a party?" "Well, we don't have to go to the party. You've done enough already, thanks mom." "You're welcome Tommy, but I want to go to that college party. I need to unwind this weekend for once, and you're coming with me. How else do you expect Heather to get off your back?" "Oh my God, this is too weird" I wanted to go, but I was feeling funny about having my mom as a date for that night. How would we act, how far would she take it? I guess all I could do was wait and find out. "But I guess you're right mom." CHAPTER 3 So, it's the night of the party, of course I'm nervous and shaking like a leaf all day long. And my mom is just really looking forward to a good night out with her son. Twilight zone! At a college party with lots of beer and lots of dancing and a sex charged atmosphere, this wasn't right! Or was it what I've always dreamed of? I'm all ready and waiting in the kitchen for my mom to come down, sweaty palms and all, just like a first date or something. She calls from upstairs so I'm prepared, nothing could prepare me for what I saw though. My mom came down in what had to be the skimpiest little black dress in her closet. My jaw dropped. The skirt only covered a quarter of her milky thighs, and the top was a V-neck showing a lot of wonderful cleavage. Her hair was down, wavy and flowing, framing her beautiful face, of which she had a good amount of make up on, but she didn’t need it. She looked great. She obviously noticed my awe and giggled as she came to the kitchen. "You like?" "Wow," was all I could get out. "I guess you do." She giggled again. "We have to impress some people tonight, don't we?" "M...M...Mom, you l...look incredible. Are you sure we should be doing this? What would dad say?" "Oh, you're father's gone out of town, he won't care. What're a few beers and a few dances?" Once my excitement subsided and I had the strength to stand, we got in the car and headed over to the party. By the time we arrived it was already raging, there had to be about 100 people at Heather's house. We went inside, I didn't see a whole lot of my friends, which was good I guess because they may recognize my mom, or they might not in her glorified state. Mom really enjoyed herself; she was sucking the beers down like water and twirling around me like a ballet dancer. I will admit I wasn't having such a bad time myself. I hadn't seen Heather yet, which was good, and getting a look at my mother in that tight dress really got my hormones raging. We danced to a few faster songs and then a few slow ones as well, I'm sure she could feel my throbbing hard-on through my pants because we were real close on the dance floor. But it didn't seem to matter; we were getting drunker by the second. I could tell a lot of the guys there were ogling my mother, she must have known it too, it merely added to her enjoyment. But it didn't matter to me, either it was all the beer, or I was really enamored with my mom that night myself. Everyone else disappeared for a while as she placed her head on my shoulder for a slower tune. Having my hands on her hips was heaven. I was really getting to feel the fruits of her labor, all those nights spent at the gym paid off and I was holding the rewards: her tight gorgeous body. I wasn't sure, but I thought I even felt her hard nipples poking my chest through her dress. After a while we decided to take a break and sat down on an open couch, my mom was holding my hand most of the evening but now she had her arms around my neck like we were two lovers. It was quite astonishing, but that was only the beginning. We rested for a while and made small talk. Meanwhile, a couple of guys even asked my mom to dance but she respectfully declined their offers, saying she was with the only guy she ever needed. Boy, she sure was taking this fake relationship thing seriously. Or was she serious? A few more minutes had gone by and then I saw Heather come in the room with her new boyfriend, she hadn't spotted us yet but she was headed in our direction and would see us soon. Then my mom Rachel saw her, next thing I know she pulls me on top of her and tells me to kiss her. I hesitate so she does it for me, pulling my lips down to hers rather forcefully. Now any inhibitions on my part were out the window and I returned the fervor of her kiss fully. And it got better, she was jamming her tongue down my throat, running her hands all over my head and back, moaning and slobbering all over my face. What had come over her? To say that I was bewildered by this turn of events is putting it mildly, and I was practically jizzing in my pants. Well, by this time I was sure Heather and her new man had passed us by, not wanting to interrupt our incestuous kissing. Hell, we were making out like animals! Thinking this I withdrew from my hot-as-a-firecracker mother to be sure Heather had left, what I didn't expect was for mom to pull me back down to her for necking more passionate then the first time. Here we were on a stranger's couch, kissing like mother and son are never supposed to, and we both loved it. Neither of us let up in intensity, I was sliding my hands up and down mom's smooth, sexy legs and she had her hand up my shirt, rubbing my chest. I even felt a nice piece of mom's ass and she nearly began rubbing my cock though my pants. Finally we separated our lip lock, both of us gasping for air. Mom was looking into my eyes with a seductive grin on her face, but I returned her smile with only a look of confusion, horny as hell confusion. "We should get home son and continue this in private," breathlessly she whispered. "Huh?" I was dumbfounded. "What's the matter? Afraid of your own mother?" She was teasing me now. "All right gorgeous, let's get outta here," I answered and she smiled at me and gave me another peck on the lips. CHAPTER 4 So we headed out to the car, not stopping to thank our hostess or even say any farewells, mom grabbed us two road beers and told me to drive. Maybe she was a little tipsier then I was or maybe she really wanted all this to happen from the start. Either way I was hoping my dreams of sleeping with my mother were finally about to come true. The drive home took forever; mom was constantly rubbing her legs back and forth as if she was uncomfortable in her seat. My pants weren't exactly comfortable either; my dick was straining to break free. My mother must have sensed this and placed one of her hands on my crotch, rubbing up and down over my cock. She was moaning and going on about how good it felt and how big her little boy had gotten. I let out a few groans myself as mom's stimulating was talking its effect. "Mom, are you sure we should be doing this?" I could actually hear my dick slap my brain for asking such a question. "Oh God Tom, let's just not think about that right now. Just get us home baby." We eventually arrived at our destination, no one was home nor would they be for most of the weekend. Mom and I practically fell in the doorway, giving into our passions since getting out of the car, kissing and fondling each other wildly. Somehow we managed to make it upstairs to my parent's bedroom. We toppled onto the bed, wrestling around a while with our tongues down each other's throats. Eventually mom ended up on top of me, she had her arms on either side of me and was grinding our crotches together, sort of a dry fuck if you will. I nibbled her neck and ears, and helped her out by grabbing on to that delectable ass of hers with both hands. Groaning with her eyes closed, I could feel her incredible breasts sliding up and down my chest through our clothes. She sat upright and got my shirt off my head, and then she reached under the back of her dress, unhooked her bra and pulled it out. She laughed and tossed it to the floor. She then pulled the top of her dress down and pushed her bountiful breasts out for me to see, kneading and squeezing them, pinching her red nipples. There they were, the breasts I sucked on as a baby, the boobs that fed me with sweet mother milk. They were beautiful, she was beautiful, and the most wonderful mom a boy could have. She stuffed a nipple into my mouth and I began sucking and teasing it with my tongue. I alternated between breasts, licking and pulling on the hard nipples, swirling my tongue around the whole breast and pinkish aureoles. Mom was loving it and began grinding her hips harder into my crotch, she must have been close to coming and her pussy hadn't even been touched yet! After a few more seconds she pulled her chest away, I felt like my world had ended but the fun was about to get better. One Hot Date Mom scooted back 'til her butt was resting on my ankles, undid my pants and then slid them down to my knees. She rubbed my dick through my underwear and watched it grow more and more from her touch. Pretty soon the head popped out the top and she reached in and pulled out all my seven inches, now stroking the full length of it and playing with my balls. I was groaning in ecstasy, she looked up at me and smiled, then bent her pretty head down and started licking my throbbing manhood. "Oh mom, that feels so good." She swabbed my shaft with her thick tongue, slicking it with her saliva, stopping at the head to kiss it and swirl her tongue around my piss hole. Up and down she went with her tongue and next her lips, all the while my ass bunched up and I urged myself into her hot mouth. She hummed and moaned as she took my entire length down her throat, willing me to cum, but I wanted to hold out so she could get some enjoyment too. I couldn't believe what a great cocksucker my own loving mother was, and boy did she look great with my meat in her mouth. Every now and then she would look up at her son with her bedroom eyes and smile, all the while giving me a fabulous blowjob. Her hair was in disarray all over my crotch as she continued doing a number on my rod with her fabulous lips and tongue. I could also feel her nipples as they grazed across my thighs, sending wonderful chills through my body. But soon mom was through and I could tell she needed my stiff member inside her. "Oh God, my baby son tastes so good, but I need you inside me so bad," she had proven me right, almost to the letter. I only nodded in agreement, too engrossed in looking at her breasts jiggling all around as she maneuvered herself so her pussy was on top of my dick. She reached under her little dress and somehow got her black-laced panties off. Wow was she wet underneath! Sucking her own son off must have made her creaming and hot and I felt her juices streaming over my still hard prick, now pinned between us. I ran my hand up and down her milky thighs, very muscular from all her nights at the gym. We both kind of just stayed in that position for a while, caressing each other, knowing full well that we were about to cross the point of no return. Then, as if reading my thoughts, mom lifted herself above me, grabbed my cock and guided it into her already burning pussy. It slid in like we were made for each other, all the way down to the hilt, her cunt had swallowed me in one gulp. It seemed like heaven returning from my point of origin, the womb where I was born, and mom seemed to agree by her panting and dirty talk. "Oh yeah, that feels so great Tommy! You're loving your mommy so good right now. Please don't ever stop." "I won't mom! You're fantastic, I love you so much." "I love you too baby." Gradually the initial excitement subsided, ever so slightly mind you, and we got into a slow rhythm. Mom sliding her slick cunt over her son's throbbing fuck pole, she was so wet I could hear the sloshing sounds every time she moved her beautiful ass downward. I helped out by thrusting upwards to meet her, causing her and I greater pleasure each time. I reached down, grabbed the ends of her skirt and slid her dress up more so I could get a good view of our fucking. "You like looking at mommy’s pussy swallowing her son's beautiful cock?" "Oh yeah mom! You're so tight, I feel like I might come soon." "That's what I want sweetie. I want you to come in your mommy’s cunt!" Mom picked up the pace a little then, impaling herself further on my manhood and with more force. Her breasts were bouncing all over the place; I reached up and squeezed them hard, rubbed them together and pinched her nipples. She went wild at this. "Squeeze mommy’s tits, God that feels great! Suck them too, please suck my nipples, they need a son's touch so bad" She brought her chest down and I reached my tongue out and gave them a lick, then stuffed one of her nipples in my mouth, sucking and biting them. Her pace increased again and I tried to keep up with her, which proved difficult at times. "I'm gonna cum Tommie, I'm gonna cum with my son inside me!!!!!! Ooooohhh Fuuucckkk!!!" "Me too mom, I'm gonna squirt it in you!! Oooohhh Yyyyeeaahhh!!!" "Please! I need your hot cum so bad! Put it all in me!!" Mom arched her back, moaning as if she was short of breath; an almost painful look came over her face as she started her orgasm. I could feel her pussy clamp down on my cock as that familiar feeling began pooling in my loins. Then I grunted and was spurting my seed deep in my mother's sucking pussy, breathing hard in time with her gasps and sobs. I came again and again like I had a years worth of cum stored up in me just for this occasion, each time I shot my load mom reacted with a tremor, part from her orgasm and no doubt part from feeling her son coming inside her. Mom's cunt held my dick like a vice and kept milking every once till my balls were empty. Soon her tremors had quit and we were now mildly grinding our pelvis' together, my prick still buried in her hot box. She had a smile on her face that was both sexy and motherly at the same time as she looked down on her son. "Wow," she was whispering and panting the words out. "That was wonderful Tom. You are the greatest son." "Mom, words can't express what I'm feeling right now." With that mom bent down, her big boobs pressing into my chest, and started kissing me like we did earlier at the party. Sort of a thank you kiss for a date that will never be forgotten, and never repeated. Or maybe there will be a second date? Stay tuned. Please vote for me if you like my story. Send comments to the link below. One Hot Day Full disclosure. I'm not a writer, and have no aspirations to be. I just had a once in a lifetime experience and wondered if knowing that others read my account and got off on it, if that would be as hot as my usual exhibitionism. So here it goes . . . * O.k., I'll admit it. I'm a bit of an attention whore. Men or women, boys or girls, I love to catch anyone checking me out. My nipples tingle and my pussy pulses when I feel eyes on my body. I want to read their thoughts, the dirtier the better. Of course, the easiest marks are the teenage boys. And the best time of year is summer. I'm home now on break from college. It's been hot, so I've taken every opportunity possible to put on an itty-bitty bikini and head for the lake. As my brother and I have to share a car, I have a ready-made supply of prying eyes. He's 18, starting college in the fall. He and his friends are enjoying one last summer together before all heading their separate ways. They've been checking me out for years, and I've never tired of their attention. When my curves bring out their bulges. Mmmm, I just love it. We had a good day. The lake was crowded with a lot of really good-looking girls. The competition was stiff, but I was certainly making my share of stiffies. I let my bro's two friends take turns putting sunscreen on my back. They're always so eager to please. After a few hours of fun, we were all hot and tired and ready to go. After dropping his friends off, we headed home. I was dying for a cool shower. It had been really hot and the sweat and sunscreen needed to come off. As usual, I left the bathroom door open a crack to let li'l bro get his fix. As I stepped out, I knew immediately he wasn't going to disappoint me. I could see in the mirror he was getting his peek on. While the cool shower had made me clean, it had done nothing for the heat inside. I was horny as hell, and no boyfriend to help me out. I can't say it was pre-meditated. Although I had welcomed his peeking for years, it really had never occurred to me to take it any further. That day, I just needed more. "Hey Just," I said, "I know you're dying to get in the shower. Go for it, you don't have to wait for me to get dry." And with that I yanked the door open, standing absolutely stark naked for his popping eyes to take in. Not surprisingly, he was frozen in place. "Hello," I said, snapping my fingers in front of his eyes, "come on, get in there." He slipped past me, averting his eyes as though too embarrassed to look. He stripped with his back to me, but as he got in the shower I got a quick look at his profile. He was in hard-on city. Hah. While I couldn't see clearly through the frosted glass, I could tell that his erection wasn't going anywhere. I stayed in the bathroom, ostensibly to talk. I wanted movie recommendations (yeah right). He finally shut the water off. I made sure there was no towel within easy reach, so he'd have to get out. He tried his best to hide his shock that I was still there, naked as a jaybird. I kept talking, watching him towel off. My pussy was absolutely throbbing, it was such a thrill. I bet he'd never been longer or harder. "Just, you really have a great body, you're going to be getting a lot of ladies at college." He laughed and said, "Yeah, I hope so, but I bet none of them will be as hot as you." That was all I needed to hear. I stepped towards him and said, "Just, please don't stop me, o.k., just go with it." I dropped a bunch of towels on the floor, then but my hands on his shoulders and pushed him down. He obeyed, laying down in front of me, his beautiful cock ready for me. I put a foot on each side of his waist and slowly lowered myself. My breasts hung tantalizingly down, finally inches from his face. I smiled and made them gently sway over him. "Suck them," I implored. He didn't disappoint. Now normally, I need foreplay. But sometimes, I'm so far gone so fast, well, wham bam thank you ma'am is just what I need. As he played with my tits, I reached down and brought his cock to my entrance and slowly sank down. The poor boy couldn't take it. I had no idea how much experience he had, but I'm guessing very little, as he was thrusting and whimpering and came in under a minute. I didn't care, and as he didn't get soft we kept a rhythm going and I was coming myself in no time. We lay there together for awhile. As we finally came to our senses, we looked at each other and kind of laughed. "What just happened?" he said. "I don't know bro, but savour the flavor, but it isn't going to happen again." "Yeah, I didn't think so." We got up. As he headed for his bedroom, he stopped, turned, and said, "But I can keep looking, right?" "Oh yeah." One Hot Day It was a hot summer day. It had to be at least 100 degrees outside and about as hot in the house. The air conditioner had a blown motor and the landlord was out looking for a new one. I decided to take a shower hoping that would cool me off. As I was rinsing the suds off my body I heard my landlord yell "It's Brian. I got the air fixed. I'm going to wait around for a bit to make sure it starts cooling." After hearing his voice I began to get excited. Not only will I have cool air now, but my landlord is hanging around. Maybe we can continue where we left off last time. The first day I came to look at this house I was impressed. Not just with how nice the house was, but also with how hot the landlord was. He stood about 5'10 and had muscular arms and sexy blue eyes. His pecks bulged under his tight shirt. I made up my mind at that moment; I wanted this house and the landlord. Since I moved in I would periodically have to call Brian to fix things. Every time he came over we would flirt, but I was kind of shy so it never really went farther than that. That is until today. I decided today was the day I was going to show him exactly what I wanted fixed. I was hot in more ways than one and watching Brian sweat trying to fix my A/C was about more then I could handle. I stepped out of the shower and quickly toweled off and ran a comb through my shoulder length hair. I wrapped the towel around me and opened the bathroom door. As I stepped out of the door I looked to see where Brian was and noticed him leaning against the wall beside me. He had a cheesy grin on his face, but I was distracted by his beautiful chest. He had been working all day without his shirt on and I was able to finally see his tight abs up close. I smiled and sheepishly said "hi" as I fought the urge to run my hand down his glistening chest. Once again my shyness was taking over, so I waited to see what his first move would be. I didn't have to wait long; he stepped forward and softly said, "you are so beautiful." I just smiled as he put his hand on my cheek. I felt a chill go down my back; I was thirty years old and felt like a school girl as we stared into each other's eyes. He leaned forward and kissed my lips. I couldn't resist anymore and placed my hands on his chest. As I did this my towel opened up and fell to the floor. I smiled and said "oops" as I ran my hands over his tight pecks and kissed him back. His tongue entered my mouth and couldn't resist using my tongue to dance with his. He moved his hand down to my perky breasts. By this time my nipples were swollen and wanting to be touched. I pulled my head back and smiled as I grabbed his hand and turned around. I lead him to the bedroom. I was ready to get his pants off so I could see what awaited me. As we got to the bed I turned around and pulled him close. I began kissing his lips and worked down his neck. His skin smelled of sweat and helped to increase my arousal. I have always loved the scent of a man after a hard day's work. As I worked down his chest towards his nipples I began rubbing my hand over his crotch. I could feel his member pulsating and yearning to get out of his pants. . I looked into his eyes as I stepped back and sat on the bed. He smiled as I unbuttoned his jeans and got a good look at his cock as it struggled to be freed. It was beautiful and I couldn't wait to get my mouth on it. As I pushed his jeans and boxers to the floor with one hand I took his cock in my hand with the other. It radiated with the heat of the moment as I began kissing my way up the shaft. As I got to the end I began licking around the tip before I took his whole cock in my mouth. I guessed he had to be at least 8 inches as he filled my mouth. I began sucking as he moved his cock in and out. My tongue worked its way up and down the shaft as he fucked my mouth. He let out another moan as I cradled and gently messaged his balls with my hand. His cock felt so good in my mouth I didn't want to stop, but he grabbed my hair and I let go. He pushed me back on the bed and I realize how wet I was. My clit is yearning for his tongue, as I hope he returns the favor as I look deep in his eyes. He pulls my legs apart and kneels at the side of the bed. I can feel my pussy swell as I anticipate what's coming. He begins licking the outside lips and slowly works his way to my clit. As he flicks it with his tongue and begins to suck I feel my legs start to shake. It feels so good that I let out a loud moan. I can feel the energy building inside me as he works his magic between my legs. I can't hold it anymore and yell "oh yes!" as I cum. He takes his head out from my crotch and looks me in the eyes. He smiles as I say "I need to feel you inside me." He crawls up and positions himself between my legs. His hard cock rubs on my thigh as he kisses my lips. He reaches down and guides his cock into me. I gasp as he begins running his cock in and out of my wet pussy. He feels so good inside me I can't help but moan as our breaths begin to quicken. He is starting to pump harder as I feel my muscles begin to tighten round his cock. I can't control the building energy anymore and I release the tension of my orgasm. He continues to pump and I reach down to play with my clit. This man is unbelievable and I cum several more times before he is ready. As he blows his load into me I can feel the hot liquid filling my cavity. It feels so good to know my landlord is so good at fixing things. As he pulls out I smile and he kisses my neck. We then fall asleep in each other's arms. One Hot Day in July K. Nitsua. Copyright 2008 by the author. Author's note: As with "A Lot in Common Underneath," this story is based on an anonymous reminiscence I found posted to the Net. Again my thanks to the original author. This is a true story that happened many years ago. It was an extremely hot July day in Texas, and I was off work. My other half didn't have the same privilege, so I had the house all to myself. I puttered around and ran some errands. After lunch I decided to take an early afternoon walk. Now, a lot of people wouldn't dream of going out in the middle of a Texas summer with the temperature in the mid-90s, but I've always loved hot weather. Of course, I dressed lightly - a plain white T-shirt, black walking shorts, white athletic socks, and white sneakers, dark baseball cap and sunglasses. Oh and underneath, a Bike jockstrap, to keep my butt cool and hold my goods in place. I hadn't started wearing jocks every day then, even though I was already into them--had been ever since high school gym class. Instead of heading out my own front door, though, I decided to walk in a neighborhood about five miles from my own home. I'd always liked walking in different parts of the city, especially subdivisions you never usually saw on foot. I was already somewhat familiar with this one, because some good friends of ours lived there. My partner Bob and I are pretty successful guys and, like many gay couples, patrons of the arts. We'd given enough money to the local symphony that we were on their patrons list and got invited to a lot of their functions. At one of these, a pre-concert reception in a posh reserved lounge in the concert hall, we'd struck up a conversation with a big, friendly, bearded gentleman, and really hit it off. I was thinking we'd like to invite him to one of our all-male pool parties when he raised his hand and waved to someone behind us. We noticed the gold ring on his finger at the same moment he said, "Dear, I'd like you to meet Bob and Bill." A minute later we'd found ourselves shaking hands with an impeccably dressed, perfectly coiffed woman. "This is my wife Deanna." So our new friend Hank Bendix was a married man. Bob and I swallowed our disappointment and made small talk. As it turned out Deanna was as charming as her husband and we ended up hanging out together for the rest of the evening. Hank and Bob had a lot in common, as they had both made their money in technology. Deanna and I found out we liked the same composers, and disliked the symphony conductor, whom we thought was cold and standoffish. There's nothing I like better than a music lover who'll dish, and by the end of the evening, our inhibitions loosened by some good wine, Deanna and I were laughing so uproariously that Hank made some joke about my stealing his wife. Little did he know that Bob and I would rather have stolen him! After that we not only continued to see each other at symphony functions, but went out to dinner and the theater a few times, always having a great time. Hank and Deanna never gave one hint that they cared that we were two men together, which is not an attitude you can always count on among people in certain social circles. Looking back now I can see that what happened on that hot July day shouldn't have been a total surprise. I wasn't planning on seeing them that day, of course. I simply parked the car somewhere near where Hank and Deanna lived, got out and started walking, carrying a water bottle I'd brought along to avoid dehydration. I'd put on plenty of sunscreen so I was protected in that department. About an hour later I had made my way back to where I had parked, drenched in sweat, walking quite a bit slower than when I'd started out. My T-shirt had become practically transparent with perspiration, half-revealing my furry chest beneath. As I neared my car, I noticed the sound of a lawn mower some distance down the block. Now who the hell would be mowing the grass in the middle of a hot day like this? I followed the sound of the mower and, much to my surprise, it seemed to be coming from the back yard of Hank and Deanna's house. Out of sheer curiosity, I made my way around behind their home and there was Hank, pushing a lawnmower. He was bare-chested, dressed in khaki shorts and sturdy work boots. Since we had never socialized with Hank and Deanna except at indoor events, I had never up to that point seen him without a shirt on. It was a very pleasant sight. Hank, as I said before, was a big broad-shouldered man, and I saw now that his chest was thickly coated with dark hair. His stomach stuck out a little bit but there was no way you could call him fat. In fact he was in really good shape. Not for the first time since we'd met them I found myself idly wondering what if things were different--if I was single, or Hank was gay, or... By this time Hank had noticed me standing watching him. With a look of surprise he shut off his mower and came over toward me, his hand outstretched to shake mine. "Bill," he boomed out, "it's great to see you! You off work today?" "Yeah," I said, as I shook his hand. I couldn't help saying, "Don't you use a lawn service?" I knew Hank was home because he didn't have to work full time any more. The Bendixes were definitely one notch above us in the income department. Why was he doing his own mowing? He scratched his head and grinned. "I know it's crazy, but I kind of like doing it myself. So what brings you to our neck of the woods?" I explained to him about liking to walk on really hot days. Hank shook his head. "I guess we're two of a kind--a bit tetched." He led me over to a pair of nearby lawn chairs sitting on a shaded deck that projected from the back of the house. He motioned for me to have a seat. "Can I get you anything to drink?" "Well, now that you mention it," I responded, "I am pretty thirsty." "How about some iced tea?" "Sounds good." Hank smiled broadly. "I could use some myself - be right back!" He spun around and headed for his back door. It was then that I noticed a strip of elastic material peeking out above the back of the khakis he was wearing. I knew what it was at once--the waistband of a jockstrap. Suddenly I started sweating again, even though we were in the shade and I was sitting still. I told myself this was crazy--Hank was married and off limits. I was married. Still, he was my friend, he was big and built, and he was wearing a jockstrap. My breath was coming fast and my heart was pounding. I felt excited and guilty all at the same time. Half of me wanted to get up and leave right now, although I knew that would be rude. The other half wanted to see what would happen--to somehow let him know that I was wearing one too. Hardly more than a minute passed before Hank reappeared carrying two large glasses of iced tea, one of which he handed to me as he took the other lawn chair. "So Deanna's out shopping?" I guessed. "She's up at our ranch," Hank replied. I knew they owned hundreds of acres somewhere in West Texas, family property that Deanna had inherited. "I came back early to take care of some business today. She'll be here day after tomorrow. Till then, I'm batching it." I smiled at the old-fashioned phrase. "Sounds like fun." Hank grimaced. "It isn't, actually. I get pretty bored by myself. End up doing crazy things like mowing the lawn in ninety-five degree heat." He smiled, his teeth white and even through his beard. We sat and drank our iced teas. I kept thinking, so he's alone, and wearing a jockstrap. I don't remember most of our conversation but I remember listening hard, looking for some opening to broach the subject. Finally it came when Hank started talking about his college days, when he had played football. "So I guess you still wear football gear." Hank frowned, puzzled. "What do you mean?" I took the plunge. "Looks like you're wearing a jock right now, Hank." I pointed at his middle, where a narrow white strip was still visible above his belted khakis. His face cleared. "Oh, yeah." He seemed to take it totally in stride that a gay guy had been checking him out, which only increased my liking for him. By now my cock was stirring in my own jock pouch. There was no use kidding myself-I wanted this man. "I suppose it's good when you're exercising or doing things like mowing the grass." Hank said, "Not just when I mow the grass. I wear them all the time." "Really?" I said, surprised. "I had no idea. You know, I wear jocks pretty often, especially when the weather's hot like this." "You wearing one now?" Hank asked. "Well, yeah, sure." "What kind?" I grinned. "I still stick with the old-fashioned kind. Bike all the way." There was a long pause. We each took a swallow of tea, looking out at the lawn. The air was hot and still and the sun was shining with dazzling brightness. "I'd love to see yours." At first I thought I hadn't heard him properly. "What?" I said, like an idiot. I saw his eyes through the dark glasses he was wearing. They were staring right into mine. "I said, I'd love to see your Bike jock." I swallowed once, then said, "Only if I can see yours too." He grinned. "It's not a Bike." I shrugged with elaborate casualness. "That's okay." "We can't do this outside. Want to come on in?" His house was expensively furnished, neatly kept. The interior was dark and cool after the blazing sun outside. We climbed the stairs and entered a small bedroom. The summer sun filtered in through the drawn curtain. Hank took off his sunglasses and laid them on the end table. We faced each other in the semidarkness. A small, expectant smile played across his face. Now that I had Hank where I wanted him, though, I found myself getting cold feet. I shrugged with a casualness I didn't feel. "Should we be doing this?" Hank said, "What do you mean?" "We're both in relationships. With other people." Hank nodded. "Nothing's going to change, Bill. You're a good friend, but I'm not in love with you. I'm in love with Deanna, and you're in love with Bob." "Yes." "And that's not going to change, either, right?" I swallowed hard. "If we do this, Hank, it's going to be just a one-time thing. And your wife and my partner can never know about it." "Agreed." "And we've got to play it safe." "Absolutely. I've got condoms in the bottom drawer in the guest bathroom." He raised his eyebrows and grinned with naughty glee, like a little boy. I couldn't help laughing. "Now take that t-shirt off." Hank's voice was suddenly low and husky. I obeyed, and suddenly he was in front of me, unbuckling my belt and pinching one of my nipples, making me gasp. "You have a great body," he said, and pressed his lips to mine. I thought I would remember every detail of the next couple of hours forever, and it makes me sad that so much time has passed that I can't relive the whole thing. What I do recall is enough, though. I remember that our shorts and shoes came off very quickly but we kept our jocks on for quite a while. Hank buried his nose in the pouch of my Bike, taking a long whiff, before he began to lick my cock through the elastic material, slowly, thoroughly, until the cloth was soaking. Only then did he pull aside the pouch and take my aching erection into his mouth. It only took me a short time after that to blast my load down his throat. To my surprise, Hank took it all, swallowing every drop. "I though we were going to play it safe," I said. Hank smiled up at me. "I trust you, Bill." In fact I was clean. Hank had raised the stakes and I had to reciprocate. I knew just how to do it. Soon I had him on his stomach on the bed, moaning, as I soaked the fur between his ass cheeks with my spit, before aiming for his tight little hole with my tongue. I grabbed and twisted the leg straps on his jock (I forget what kind it was) as I rimmed him. Hank groaned and thrashed and humped the bed. "Fuck me, Bill," he said. I pulled him to his feet, bent over with his elbows resting on the bed, and slid into him from behind with my bare cock. I can still see it plain as day, my hard shaft poking into the dark fur of his ass crack, sliding in and out of his hole just above where the leg straps of his jock, pale streaks above his tanned, hairy legs, met at the bottom of his meaty buttocks. I finally got his jock off soon after that. (I'd peeled mine off a while before.) I stuffed it into his mouth as he lay on his back on the bed, holding his legs apart with his hands as I slid back into him. After that I just fucked his brains out-I couldn't hold back, and it wasn't long before I blasted my load deep into his gut, shouting so loud any neighbors who were home had to have heard. Bob was shaking with laughter as he pulled his jockstrap out of his mouth. He pressed it against mine in an attempt to gag my cries, hissing "Shh!" while holding a finger to his lips. He had me stay inside him then as he stroked himself to his own climax, ropes of cum spraying across and matting the fur on his heaving chest as he gasped in delight. I licked his spunk off and fed it to him, our lips and tongues tangling. After that we lay in each other's arms, completely spent, talking quietly. Hank told me that Deanna knew of his bisexual tendencies and understood, but that he hadn't acted on them for a long time. He wasn't into quickies with strangers and it was hard to meet people who might be interested in him. "You want to know the truth, Bill?" he said. "I'd kind of had my eye on you for a while, but I didn't think anything could ever happen. When you showed up out of the blue this afternoon it was like the answer to my prayers." That made me think of Bob for some reason, and I started to feel sad and guilty. Hank sensed this and nodded. "Bill, if you want to not spend time with us for a while, I understand." I shook my head. "If we suddenly stop being friends both Bob and Deanna will want to know why. It's better if we act like nothing's happened." Hank said, "As far as I'm concerned nothing's happened. This'll be our own little secret. You have my word." It's so easy to act on impulse, so hard to live with the consequences. No, nothing terrible happened, and no one found out. I found out how hard it was to live with a secret. I was racked with guilt for a while, and Bob started asking if something was wrong. I told him no, work was just getting me down. I am evil, I guess. Eventually it passed. The four of us continued just as before, seeing each other at social events, being good friends. Hank and I never did it again together after that afternoon. A job relocation forced Bob and me to move to another city a few years after that. Aside from a postcard and a couple of e-mails shortly after the move, we didn't keep in touch. For me it was easier not to. Then one day we got a call from another old friend from the symphony patrons' circle. Hank had collapsed in the lobby during the intermission of a concert. It was a massive heart attack. He died on the way to the hospital, his wife at his side. We flew back for the funeral. As I embraced Deanna, pale and thin, after the service, we were both weeping. Of course I was grieving for her and her loss. But I was also grieving for mine. I had never gotten a chance to hold Hank in my arms again, or feel his great burly body next to mine. Still, time heals, as they say. I still think of Hank with sad affection, but the thought of him doesn't make me tear up any more. Thinking of Bob does, though; he only passed on a year and a half ago. We'd been together over thirty years. So now I'm alone. It's not too bad, most of the time-I still live in the house we shared. I'm in good health and can take care of myself, knock on wood. But often in the evenings I sit in front of the silent, dark TV and think about people I've known who are gone. The memories are happy and sad, so mixed together I don't know which is which. All I know is that I usually end up wanting to cry. Of course most of the time I think about Bob. After all we had a lifetime of love for each other and I miss him every day. Every so often, though, I think back to a hot July day long ago, and taking a crazy walk in the sun, and stopping by a friend's house for ice tea, a friend who just happened to be by himself that day, and who was mowing the lawn wearing a jock. Wherever it is we're all going, I hope there are hot sunny days there, and jockstraps. END One Hot Day With Brittney Hello, I am here to tell you a story about a beautiful blonde woman I had the pleasure of having sex with. Her name is Brittney; she is 5'7" tall and 120lbs, 40c-24-34. She has these legs that flow into an amazing bum. She is a very sexual person. Now that you know her, let me tell you about me. My name is Steve; I am 6'1" and weigh 300lbs. I love sex, any where and any time. Now on with the story of Brittney and me One day while I was on holiday's I was doing some work around my house, when Brittney showed up. She came in and sat down on the couch. I brought her a beer and said "hey Britt how are you" "Ok I guess" was her response. "What's the matter?" "Well Tj and I had a fight last night and now he's not talking to me." "Oh well is there anything I can do to help you feel better?" "Well you could love me that would help." "You know I love you hon. I always have." "No not like that silly, I mean make love to me." "Ohhhhhhhhhhh well that can be done." "Good, because I am horny." "When are you never horny." I add while laughing. With that we started kissing, long passionate kisses. I slowly slide my hands up her sides to her breasts, over her shirt. I gently need Brittney's large breasts. Brittney was moaning. Brittney's hands are slowly sliding up my thigh to my penis. I slowly slip my left hand down under her skirt. To my surprise she had on no panties. I cupped her vagina and slowly rubbed up and down. "You really are horny, you have no panties on!!" I said. "You bet," she replied. "Mmmm you're so wet." "You're so hard." "Take it out." "Let's just get naked." "Ok." I pull Brittney's shirt off over her head. I gently knead her breasts. I unclasp her bra. Leaning down and sucking her pink nipples. Gently biting and tugging them with my teeth. Reaching behind her and unzipping her skirt letting it fall to the floor. Meanwhile her hands are busy undoing my pants. Pushing them down with my boxers, I stepped out of them. Then pulling my shirt up over my head, she bent her head down and started biting my nipples. "Oh god baby I love when u bite my nipples, but I love it even more when you give me head." "Ok but only if you lick my pussy at the same time." "With pleasure." Laying down she climbed on top of me. I wrap my arms around Brittney's thighs, pulling her down till her pussy was on my mouth. I slowly lick from her clit to her butt hole. She leaned down and sucked my cock into her mouth. She deep throated me, making swallowing motions with her throat. Brittney slid her mouth up and down scraping her teeth along the underside of my cock lightly. I continue licking her twat from her clit to her asshole, pushing my tongue into her butt. Lifting her head and grunting like an animal, her pussy gushed girl cum all over my mouth, while stroking my cock. "Uhhh, uhhh yea baby lick my pussy, lick it all up." "Oh god baby suck it I am almost there, oh yea yea yea yea, nowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww oh god I am Cumming.." Climbing off my mouth and laying down next to me, playing with my flaccid penis. I rubbed her pussy and her asshole, getting her even wetter. "Stand up sexy!" "Ok, why." Standing up, lifting her left leg. I rammed my rock hard dick in her juicy wet cunt. "Wrap your arms around my neck baby." "Ok, it feels so good fuck me hard." I grabbed Brittney's butt in both my hands. "Wrap your other leg around my waist." "Oh god you just sank even deeper in my pussy." "Take it baby; you like it when I pound your tight wet juicy pussy don't you." "Yesssssssssss, pound it harder." Brittney bounced up and down on my cock. I made little circular motions with my hips. I Slipped 2 fingers in her bum. I slowly slide them in and out. Adding a third finger and eventually a 4th and 5th. Then I ram my whole fist up her beautiful butt hole. "Cum on my cock you dirty slut. Scream my name you little nymph." "Oh yess Steve I am Cumming." "Oh god me too Brittney, I am filling your tight, dirty little cunt with my baby juice." "Oh god I am Cumming again." Her juices are running down my cock and balls. I feel her girl cum starting to run down my thigh mixed with my cum. gently laying her down on the bed, I go to the bathroom and get a washcloth and a towel. I come back and gently wash her pussy and down her thighs and all around her butt. Then I gently dry where I just wiped with the wash cloth. She takes the cloth and towel and wipes all our mixed juices up, and then dries were she just washed me. Well that is the story of one of many times with my beautiful ex-fiancé (after she left me). Remember this is my first story so please be gentle and I will definitely write some more.