4 comments/ 18851 views/ 0 favorites The Ledge By: Decayed Angel She had blindsided me, completely surprising me when she asked me to get out, when she said she had met someone else and when she told me she had plans to meet his parents and work out the wedding plans. Fuck, we had been living together for two years, I take a two week business trip and return to a stack of my stuff at the door. She wouldn't even let me in, instead she left the chain bolted and talked to me through the small gap in the door. So after five trips up and down the building, I had finally moved my stuff into my car and went looking for a cheap hotel. It took me just over a week to find an apartment and get my stuff put away. Of course, everything wasn't there, so I leaped at the opportunity to see her again, perhaps talk some sense into her, convince her that we should be together. Yeah, my first reaction was to say, "To hell with her, I'll find someone better." But then again, thinking of all that we had been through over the past two years, I didn't want to throw all that away. Surely she didn't either, surely she would listen to me and realize we should stay together. I called her and made arrangements to get the rest of my stuff. The phone conversation went well, so I was encouraged about our meeting that afternoon. I had signed a short term lease at the apartment so moving out wouldn't be a problem. If things went right, I might even be spending the night tonight. Taking a quick shower, I shaved and put on a nice shirt and pants, then headed out to my car. I arrived at the building about ten minutes later, spotting an open parking space directly in front of her building. I put on the blinker, eased over next to the other cars and the put the car in reverse to back into the space. I had just started moving when a small black car pulled in to the spot and the driver hopped out and walked quickly into the building before I could get my car into park and think about saying something. I headed around the block and found a spot not too far away, this time parking without incident. Walking around the block to the entrance to my girlfriend's building I got a better look at the car that stole my spot. A black convertible Porsche – completely loaded. Thinking that was some pretty expensive hardware to be parking around here, I headed into the building. After a short ride up to the sixth floor, I stepped off the elevator and walked up to her door. Knocking gently, I waited and the door opened in just a moment. The chain wasn't bolted and she seemed very cordial, "Mark hi, you're looking nice today." "You look stunning," I said, just gazing at her. She wore a mid-length black skirt with a matching black jacket, covering a frilly lace white blouse, which showed her cleavage off beautifully. "You didn't have to dress up for me." She smiled, opening the door further as she said too sweetly, "I didn't, I've got something else to go to." I looked over and saw the clown who stole my parking spot, grinning at me. "Mark, I want to introduce you do Harris, Harris Conley. We're going to meet his parents in the country." I didn't gasp and ask, "The Harris Conley?" instead I kept my composure and asked, "You driving a black Porsche?" "Yeah, I got that just last week, it was a steal at a hundred twenty thousand. I just couldn't pass that up." "Did you see the blue Chevrolet backing into that parking spot?" "Was that you? Sorry about that, you just got to be a bit quicker." "A bit quicker? I was there first." Nodding over at my girlfriend... no, his girlfriend, he said, "Wow, that makes me two for two in that department." I gritted my teeth when she came out of her bedroom and tossed a few things on the coffee table. Looking at the items I looked back at her in confusion. She shrugged her shoulders and said, "Some of the items you mentioned to me were things you gave me. I rounded those up and gave them to goodwill, they just left a few minutes ago." There was a sweatshirt, a pair of tennis shoes, a few tennis balls and a watch. I asked, "What about the i-pod and my tennis racket, hell it was a ninety dollar racket." "You gave me those didn't you?. Goodwill has them now, I guess if you hurry you could catch them before they get back to their warehouse." "Dammit Jenny, you knew they weren't yours!" I shouted. Harris lurched toward me, grabbed my arm and twisted it behind my back. He then leaned his head to my ear and hissed, "You DON'T speak to my fiancé like that." I turned to twist away, but he then turned my wrist back and I went to my knees in excruciating pain. He held me there for several moments, as sweat ran down my forehead and I suffered in agony. Finally he released my hand and said, "Now get the fuck out of Jenny's and my life." She was already at the door with the last of my stuff in her arms, which she handed to me as I walked through the door. I heard him laughing as the door closed behind me. Dejected, I walked slowly to the elevator letting the tennis balls bounce down the hallway as I went. Once on the elevator I pushed the button to the top floor instead of heading back down. At the top floor, I headed up the narrow stairway to the rooftop, the rooftop where Jenny and I had spent countless hours planning our life together, where we had watched sunsets together, hell, we had even made love there under the stars. It was all gone now, after today I knew there was no us, if there was she would have stopped Harris, or at least chided him for grabbing me so, but she just stood there and watched. It was over, there was nothing left for me with her. These thoughts throbbed in my brain as I walked to the edge of the building. Stepping up on the parapet, I let the front of my tennis shoes hang past the edge. The cool breeze felt refreshing and I spread my arms as if I could fly. I paused there a moment taking in the sights and sounds, then I reached down to my pants and unbuttoned them. Unzipping the fly, I eased my cock out and looped my jockey shorts under my balls. I pictured what it was like when Jenny and I made love on the rooftop, the way her naked body looked in the dim light, how she was so wet when my cock slid inside her. She was so turned on by being there, so turned on by me that she almost came immediately. Letting the image of her coming so quickly wash over me, I reached down and grabbed my hard cock. I began to slide my hand up and down the length of my shaft as I tried to recall the exact sensations I experienced as we made love. The feel of her pussy, squeezing on my cock as she came once, and then just a bit later, again ran through my mind as I continued stroking. I looked down and saw a droplet of pre-cum forming in the tiny hole of my cock. Squeezing it, I milked the clear liquid into a pool which, when I leaned my erection downward it dripped. Continuing to stroke I watched the droplet fall and eventually disappear. Speeding up the movement of my hand, I could feel it building in me, just like I felt it with Jenny, the warm wet of her wrapping around me, making me feel so good. I arched my back and came, the white cum arching out from my cock and falling down and down. My cock spurted a few more times, but I focused my gaze on the first shot, the large glob of jism as it, so gracefully, descended, twisting and turning, flowing in the wind. It was mesmerizing, the sticky white fluid in almost a ballet, tumbled and rolled as it fell, floor by floor, foot by foot, inch by inch until it splattered in a beautiful starburst on the black leather seats of the black Porsche convertible ten floors below. Only then did I step back from the parapet safely onto the roof. I did remain to watch the two engaged lovers rush out to the car. Harris started the car and then pushed another button and the top emerged from the back of the car and closed over top of them. They then pulled out into traffic and drove off. I headed back down from the roof, rode the elevator down and headed to my car. The entire drive home I played the possibilities in my head, wondering if either would feel the sticky wetness through their clothes or would they go visit Mommy and Daddy covered in my cum? By the time I got home I realized either outcome made a wonderful ending to my story with Jenny. The Ledge Rocks The Randolph family, Emily, John and their eighteen-year-old son Jerrold, had recently bought the house next to us at the lake. My mom, Jean Fitzgerald, being the lake's leading, social, busy bee that she is, had already become bosom buddies with Emily Randolph and had gotten all the poop. "Sandy," she said, "You and Jerrold next door are the same age, you know." I waited for the next shoe to drop. I'd gone down a similar road with her quite a few times. "I was speaking with his mother," she went on, being well aware that I knew what was coming, "And she was telling me how terribly shy poor Jerrold was and how he had such a very hard time making friends." "Okay, so?" I asked. "Don't you think it would be sweet if you could make an effort and get to know him...I'm sure he'll like you and value your friendship. And besides," She added, "there aren't that many young people here at the lake. That's was why I ended up rowing the boat while a stranger, with a cock outline in his swim suit that had my mouth watering, sat on the stern seat. I couldn't have asked for more beautiful scenery. Though he wasn't more than five-feet-nine inches tall, Jerrold had a magnificent body that made him seem a giant. "You've got a great build, Sandy," he remarked to me. "I guess you must work out a lot, Huh?" I couldn't believe this Adonis was talking to me. "You'd better see an optometrist, Jerrold, before you need a guide dog," I said, laughing, "I hope I didn't embarrass ya, staring at ya, like I was...I don't come close to you when it comes to muscles." "I know my mom and your's have been talking," Jerrold said, "I hope you haven't been pressured to be my friend. I'd feel very uncomfortable if I thought that was the case." "My mom asked me to try to get to know you, but I'm glad she did...yeah, I think you're ok." I was genuinely enthusiastic and looked forward to knowing him better. His thick, dark, gelled hair looked fantastic in the brilliant sunshine. A cute, radiant, baby face, though he was eighteen, made it difficult to believe he was a day over sixteen. "I'll guess they give you rough time when ya try to get into a bar or a club, huh? Ya look like a kid." "Ya can't imagine the amount of proof I have to show." His laugh showed gleaming, pearly teeth. "What's your real, first name? I'm sure yer called sandy because of your hair colour, right? "Yeah, my real name is Shane." "Ya like livin' here?" "Yeah...I love it. Being right on the water is awesome. You'll love it, too, Jer." "Even in the dead of winter?" He asked, sceptically. "There can be a few crappy bits 'n pieces, but all in all, I still love it...the winters aren't that long, anyhow... Wait'll ya see my swimmin' spot, man, it's terrific." "Is it far?" "We're almost there...See the flat rocks over there," "I said, pointing out the ledge rocks. "It's too bad motor-boats aren't allowed, it'd be much faster." "The ledge rocks are as great as they are because motor-boats are banned...there's never anybody else around. It's lake's end. There aren't any homes or cottages because it's too far and desolate. The older folks don't wanna do all that rowing...Are you into diving, Jer?" "Yeah, I'm not that good at it though. I never was much interested in athletic stuff." "The ledge rocks are as flat as a pool table, and there are two levels. So you've got two different heights to dive from; and nobody really knows how deep it is...Wait'll ya get up there, you'll freak out." Easing the boat between the rocks as we neared the shore, Jerrold had to squeeze by me to get to the bow. He'd been so close to me that I'd had to fight myself to keep from licking at that cock outline in his swim suit. His fragrance that lingered, even after he'd stepped into the water, raised my cock to a new high. We climbed the hill to the first of the three levels. "Is this high enough for you, Jer," I asked, "it's about nine feet...do want to go up another level?" "Hey, this is plenty high enough for me," he said, as we spread out a blanket. "This is a fantastic spot all right, wouldn't it be great to have a house here?" He asked, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Infuckincredible, man, unfortunately, you'd need a helicopter. I love how secluded it is- no bothersome neighbours to fight with; present neighbours, of course, excluded," I quickly added. "If I'd known how far we were going, I'd have offered to bring a lunch," Jerrold said. "If I'd known, in the beginning, I was gonna bring ya to my paradise, I would've brought a lunch, But I didn't know I'd want to bring you here?" "Meaning?" Sandy laughed and had to consider how he should answer Jerrold's question. "Well, s'possin' you'd turned out to be a first class asshole, I sure as hell wouldn't have wanted to bring you here, would I?" "I'll take that as a compliment. Thank you." Side by side, we'd stretched out on our stomach to catch some sun. "Sandy, will you be uncomfortable if I take off my swimsuit...I love the feel of warm sun all over me; especially when there's no one around?" Jerrold asked. "Great! I never wear anything here, anyway, Jer." The silence was broken only by the chirping birds and the hypnotizing sound of water lapping at the rocks below. Jerrold, his eyes closed, gave me an excellent opportunity to examine his luscious bubble-butt; I would've loved to feel his creamy-white buns against my cheeks. Why couldn't I just bend over and lick his ass, it would've been such a harmless thing to do. Social mores are the shits, I said, silently to myself. I stared at a little rat tail of hair that grew on the nape of his neck. It was a style that always turned me on. Fantasizing, non-stop, I was drifting off to my own private heaven when I heard an angel calling. "Sandy, y' awake?" Jerrold asked. I thought I was gonna take a crunch when I saw him with his cock in his hand. Quickly regaining my composure, I confirmed for him that I was awake. "Would ya mind to take a look at this?" he asked, withdrawing a long foreskin, "Ya notice the clear, wet liquid here?" He asked, showing me his dick head, "it's only a little drop right now, but sometimes there's an awful lot more." "Ya, I see it. So?" I would gladly have licked it off for him. "Is that normal, or is there something wrong?" He asked, expressing grave concern. I couldn't help wondering what this calamitous episode was really about. After all, Jerrold was eighteen and had, had this condition long enough to know it wasn't life-threating. "There's nothing wrong! it's ,sorta, like, a lubricant," I explained, "It's perfectly normal, Jerrold, nothing to worry about." "You're sure, eh?" "Jerrold, all guys leak like that; I guarantee you it's completely normal. You could search it on the Internet. Don't have a computer?" "Yeah, but it's the family computer in the den, and when I try to search some things, there's a board comes up saying I don't have Administrator privileges, or something like that." "That means certain sites are blocked," I explained to him. "Oh. I guess I'm being protected from the bad stuff." "Does it happen to you, too, Sandy, the leaking, I mean?" "Sure, sometimes," I told him, praying he wouldn't ask me to show mine- it was in a temporary state of erection. "I don't know, Sandy," he said, sceptically, "it makes me nervous." If, by any chance, he was trying to find out if I'd be amenable to some good, clean fun, maybe I should make it easy for him, I thought. "Look, let me prove it," I said, holding his cock to swipe a good finger full. After sniffing the liquid, I licked it off. "Would I do that if I thought it was anything but natural precum?" I didn't know what might be going through his mind now, but that didn't matter; his cock was rising, too. "That felt awfully good, Sandy, ya know, like when ya touched me. It feels so different when it's somebody else, ya know, like, doin it." "Your girlfriend never touches ya?" I asked. "I guess I'm weird, er something. I've never had a girlfriend, just wasn't interested. Does your girlfriend touch you?" "Yeah, sure, ya don't know what yer missing," I said, but after, I wondered why I'd lied. "I guess there must be something wrong with me, huh, Sandy? I think I was hoping you'd have said no, so we maybe could've tried it together." "I guess I'd be willing to help ya out a little," I said, magnanimously. "Would ya touch me again, huh, like just for a moment? I wouldn't mind touching you, if ya want." I smiled, understandingly, as I took his cock in my hand. It was a treasure that would've been envied by most guys. Meanwhile, Jerrold had taken my cock and uncovered my knob to see if I had precum, too. I did. "What do I do?" he asked, "ya like me to jerk y'off?" "Why don't ya lie on yer stomach, Jer, and we'll start slowly, ok?" I positioned myself between his legs and finally satisfied my major fantasy by getting cheek to cheek with him. His body stiffened and he began to breathe in short gulps. "Are ya ok?" I asked. "Yeah, yeah, Sandy, I think so...I'm shaking, though." "Raise yourself a little bit, Jer, get yer cock in a position where I can lick it." Anticipating the awesomeness of the undreamed of sexual stimulation, his cock had turned to marble. I placed my wet lips on its tip and repeatedly kissed it. He was driven to the brink of lunacy. "This is more than I'd ever imagined, Sandy, I wish I could do that to myself; my cock would never be outta my mouth." I wormed my tongue into his pee hole, opening the faucet to an abundance of precum that I hungrily consumed. My tongue moved slowly and lightly from his dick head to his knockers. Large and smooth, they were a joy to lick and, especially, to suck and juggle in my mouth. His long, deep sighs of extreme delight caused my precum to flow as freely as his own. When I explored in his butt crack, he reached behind to help by stretching his buns much farther apart than I would've dared. His hot, sweating body writhed in anticipation of my tongue pleasuring the gorge he'd so widely opened. "Ohh, Sandy, Sandy, Sandy, pleeease," he begged, as I tantalizingly licked the perimeter of his sweet, pinkish abyss, "Please, Sandy, fuck my butt hole with your tongue...Oh, man, I can't hold off much longer. Sandy, I can feel the cum pumping up." I managed to get my mouth over his throbbing shaft just as his his legs stiffened. His body convulsed as he valiantly tried to suppress his shouts. But my two-fingered assault, going deep in his joy hole, caused a major quake, and the shout he could not control, echoed loudly over the tranquil lake. The amount of hot, thick cum that filled my mouth was awe-inspiring. The timing couldn't have been better. I stretched his buns apart and dribbled a generous gob of his own slimy cum into his ass-crack. "Tell me if I hurt ya, Jer," I told him as, shaking with uncontrollable passion, I jammed my large, swollen knob into his hole. "Oh, god," he cried out, "Stop, Sandy, stop, It's too big fer me. Yer gonna split me apart, it's hurtin' like hell, Sandy...No! No! Sandy, keep pushing. I'll be ok. Aww, yeah, push, oh, push fuckin' hard!" Finally, my balls were slapping against him. Jerrold's ass-hole was being royally fucked and he was flourishing on it. Being gloriously cock-stroked by his red-hot ass, I was at the point of no return. And reluctant, as I was to withdraw from that warm, comfortable nest, my sense of decency dictated that I shouldn't cum in him. I pulled out, and moved up to his shoulders, to shoot my first salvo on the tiny rat tail of hair on the nape of his neck. Then, placing my dick head against his cheek, I squirted the balance of the thick cum. Jerrold smiled as the cum slowly oozed closer to his mouth. I sucked my cum from the back of his neck. He turned his head to open his mouth to let me dribble it in. I then licked the remaining cum, that was on his cheek, into his mouth, also. For a short period of time, we had been unimaginably happy sperm pigs. His smile expressed his sheer joy and contentment. "Thanks, Sandy," he said. "I never imagined you could teach me so much, so quickly. "Yer fantastic." "Nonsense, Jer, my mom promised your's that I'd help you out, didn't she?" "Yeah, that was so sweet...She's gonna be so happy when I tell her all about our outing," he said, smiling contentedly. "Yer not gonna tell her everything!" "Naw." He said, laughing at my naivety. "Do ya think we'll ever come back here together?" Jerrold asked, hopefully. "Yeah...unless, of course, ya think yer mom wouldn't mind a couple of cute guys sucking cocks on her front porch."