Fucked in the Face by Bobby's Hard Cock

He wore his gayness like a badge of honor. No apologies, no shame, no closets for Bobby. I knew all of this from across the bar, just looking at him, watching him talk to his friends. I had to meet him, even just talk to him for a few minutes, I was drawn to him.

He was cute in a feminine sort of a way, pretty, almost childlike in his innocence. He was 23 years old, very thin, with a small body. His hair was black, his eyebrows even blacker, his lips were red enough to make you wonder if he was wearing lipstick. He wasn't. Maybe five feet and seven inches tall, wearing tight bluejeans and a black tee shirt. He had a baseball cap on, backwards like the kids do these days. Everything about him was arranged to broadcast to the world his youth, his energy, his sense of joy at being alive.

His nose was thin like his face. His skin was pale and looked like it must be soft and smooth. His legs were thin and they met at a rear end that was round and cute and tiny. I wanted to bury him under my kisses. I wanted to make his dreams come true. I called the bartender over, and I bought him a drink, and I smiled when he looked over at me, and he gave me a wink. I motioned to the empty stool beside me with a look on my face that I hoped he would not resist. He came over. He sat down. He told me his name was Bobby, it seemed to fit him very well. "Thanks for the drink." "Think nothing of it. How are you this evening ?" "Oh, OK I guess, just hanging around. How about you ? Are you new in town ? I've never seen you here before." "Well, I'm not from around here, in town on business, and I've never been here before. I'm fine though, better now that you're here."

He blushed, he actually turned beet red. I felt like I had embarrassed him by being too direct. We went on talking, small talk, for an hour or two. He asked about my work and my life and me in general. I found out that he had recently had a lover who had left to join the Army. He seemed a bit lonely but not sad.

His eyes were brown and warm. The light danced across them when he laughed. His chest was flat and hard looking. He was a very handsome guy. I wanted to do him.

Bobby invited me to his place. He wanted to show me his new giant screen TV. His friends made a big deal of saying goodnight very loudly as we walked out together. It was just a few blocks so we left my rental car in the lot. Walking down the street with him, moonlight on his black hair, cars whizzing by us, I could not keep my eyes off him. Two kids on the street, walking toward us, two teenagers. One of them locked eyes with me, and he could tell, and he just smiled as he walked on by. I guess I was oozing sexual desire all over the place. Bobby was too.

We got to his door and I just stood there, leaning against the door jamb with my shoulder, smiling at him while he fiddled with the lock, I guess I was teasing him. He got so nervous when I did that, the knowing smile. He didn't really want me to see his TV and we both knew it. He wanted me in his pants, and I intended to oblige. The door opened abruptly and we stepped inside. A large livingroom completely dominated by this huge TV in the corner, deep piled carpet, dark, sort of navy blue, an enormous sectional couch that wrapped around one and a half walls, blue also, a bit lighter than the carpet. Gay magazines on the table, an entertainment center with a component stereo system, Advent speakers, everything in order, neat, cozy.

He told me to sit on the couch, and he went into the kitchen and got us some beers, and he sat down beside me and picked up his remote control. He turned on the stereo and the TV and the VCR, they were all wired together, and the screen was filled with a video of two guys fucking. I knew I was in for a pleasant evening.

I had gone right from my customer's site to this gay bar downtown, by this time it was only seven o'clock. It was dark and cool outside, Albany - New York in the fall, but Bobby's apartment was warm and friendly, and Bobby was friendly, and I was interested. I moved closer to him, my leg against his, and I felt that spark. I put my hand on the pocket of my slacks for a second to make sure my condoms were still there. I loosened my tie. It hit me that the tie had been a gift from a lover of mine. Bobby told me to take it off. He took off his shoes and I took off my sneakers.

I felt Bobby's breath on the side of my face. I turned and his lips were right there. I kissed him. He kissed me back.

Now there were five guys on the video doing everything I had ever done, but all at once. Bobby was pressing his body up against me as we kissed and touched and rubbed. His hands were all over my head and my neck and my shoulders. He was making noises deep down in his throat while we kissed and it tickled me. Our tongues were busy exploring each others mouths. I was running my fingers through his black hair, it was as smooth as silk and short in the back so I could brush my fingertips across his neck and down under his collar, warm air from his heat rising inside his shirt. There was a little pimple on his back, between his right shoulder and his spine.

I reached up under the front of his shirt to touch his chest, but as I did he just pulled the shirt off over his head. I hugged him to me and my fingers were all over his skin. Dark streaks of hair on his smooth belly, gathered together to dive under his waist, pointing down to the pleasure zone, calling me there. Kissing one tit now, hand on the other, I lean back and pull him up onto my lap. He presses his chest against me hard, breathing faster, hands on the back of my head, holding me to him, urging me on. I move up and start to nibble on the strong muscles that run from his neck down to his shoulders. My spit leaves it's mark, a shiny coating on his skin.

He puts one knee on each side of me on the couch, he mounts me, he moves up until he is sitting on my lap, facing me, his face pressing down against mine now, lips on my lips, tongue in my mouth. His hunger is overpowering me. My hands go to his belt. I open it and unsnap his jeans, his breathing is much faster, the air streaming out of his nostrils tickles my face, he pushes me down onto my back, turned around on the couch, my feet on the floor and he is on top of me. He seems to weigh nothing at all. His crotch is rubbing against mine now, it's as if he was fucking me through our clothes. My hands feel their way to his zipper. Slowly and deliberately I pull his zipper down and then finally I reach inside and feel his hardness through the soft cotton inside. "Bobby, oh Bobby, you're so HOT!" "Don't stop, don't stop, please keep going."

I cannot reply, his face is covering mine again. Kisses all over me, the muted soundtrack of the porn movie through his stereo, competing with us for best love sounds of the night. I put a hand under each of his arms and pull him up so his crotch is right above my face. He takes the cue, his arms arch out to hold his weight, I lift my head to the white cotton of his briefs. I kiss his erection through them, he trembles as I do. He presses down now, warmth against my face, desire for my mouth, I want to please him. I pull his jeans down as far as I can and now the white cotton is filled with his hardness inside. I curl my lips over my teeth and begin to bite on his cock, he goes wild. Rubbing and pushing and stroking against me. My hands go to the waistband.

My tongue in his navel, wet, hair, curls, smell of a man. I pull the edge of his briefs forward to clear his cock and then in one motion they are down to his knees. The wonderful smell of his crotch, a drop of precum on the head of his cock, hard and strong and waiting for my lips. I guide him to my mouth, he is laying on top of me, one of my hands on each side of his gorgeous ass, I pull him down as I swallow him, all the way, back of my mouth, I suck him in. We both want the same thing at the same time.

His motion begins, he is fucking my face.

This guy is so hot, so boyish but virile. His cock is delicious and cut and long and thin. Each time he pulls up, nearly out of my mouth, I flick my tongue along his piss slit. Then he thrusts in again, sliding along my tongue, veins on the bottom of his cock, head hits the back of my throat. Now again, more tongue on the head, sucking him hard, slurping sounds, faster. I see his hairy chest above me, black swirls on pink flesh, my hands go back to his tits. A thumb on each nipple, barely touching, circles, he pumping my mouth. His tempo increases, harder on the tits, pinching them now, his face full of passion and lust. "Steve, oh Steve, it's so good, oh Steve"

I know he is close now. I feel it approach, short strokes, amazingly fast, irregular rhythm, spasms in his legs and arms. It seems he can hardly hold himself up now. My hands go back to his ass, fingertips, barely touching, so round and soft, I play with his hole. He pulls nearly out of my mouth, major tremor, his fluid bursts into my mouth. It is warm and sweet and there is so much of it. I swallow it quickly so it will not be lost, still more, spurts and drips and then I suck the last few drops. My tongue circles around his cock to get every bit. Wonderful taste, sticks to my throat, man cum, delicious. I look up and our eyes lock and he smiles so nice and sweet. I pull his ass lower to force his cock deep into my mouth one more time. So nice, softer now, all man. He pulls out. He lies down on top of me, face to face, deep kiss, tasting himself in my mouth. "That was so nice Steve, thank you. You give great head." "Head nothing, that was my head, my throat and half of my left lung!"

We laughed and hugged and he was running his fingers through the curls on the top of my head. His body on top of me was like a blanket, my arms wrapped around his tiny waist, smelling his hair as it lay across my face. I could have stayed like that for hours. But now his hands go down between us, pulling my shirt up, revealing my hairless chest. I move my legs up onto the couch and shift into relax mode. He sits up, his little ass between my legs on the couch. Staring down at me, a different look in his brown eyes now, a smile, it must be my turn.

A hand under each of my thighs, he lifts my legs as if I weighed nothing and puts one over each of his shoulders, my crotch is right in his face now, he leans over. Gentle kisses on my slacks, two hands on my ass, air rushing from his nostrils right through the fabric. He puts his teeth on my belt and he almost gets it undone before I decide to help him. I unbuckle the belt and unsnap for him, he puts his hand on the zipper and looks me right in the eye. I smile. He smiles. Down goes the zipper. I had these tiny little pink nylon bikinis on. He traces his fingernail up and down the length of my semi-hard cock, he kisses the pink nylon. He reaches for the remote control and suddenly we are listening to the Pet Shop Boys. The video is still on, they're fucking now, Bobby is eating my cock through my shorts. Wet nylon, fully hard now, legs squeezing tight on his neck. "Would you stand up please so I can undress you ?"

I do and he does. First my shirt, his fingers on my buttons, pulling the sleeves off, then my tee shirt, my naked and nearly hairless chest before him, nipples hard, he kisses my navel as he pulls down my slacks. He uses his teeth to pull down my briefs. His nose brushing through my pubic hair. My cock bounces out of it's cage, straight at him, hard and ready. I step out of the clothes all wrapped about my ankles. Nothing on now but my pink socks and my watch. "Lay down on your back please"

He fixes a throw pillow under my head. All smiles, a look on his face, intent on what he is doing. I am being very cooperative. As he says, so shall it be. "Just relax Steve, I'll try to make this good for you" "I'm very relaxed, thank you, very relaxed"

He kneels on the floor beside me.

He bends over my chest and kisses the hollow spot between my tits. He licks my chest now, back and forth from one tit to the other. Now up, to my neck, across the stubble on my neck, my chin, on to my lips, a kiss, a long kiss. His tongue roams around inside my mouth. My chest and neck all wet with his saliva. He circles my face with his tongue, now he licks my earlobes, one, then the other. I feel my cock growing stiffer. He stands up and then lays down on top of me, his naked skin to mine, his cock against mine, both of us hard. His weight is a comfortable pressure. Our sweat mixes and rolls down my side onto the couch beneath me. As he begins to kiss me my hands go down to his ass. Soft and smooth, round, delightful.

He reaches down between us, hand on my cock, lifts his hips as he guides my cock between the globes of his boyish ass. He rubs it up and down along the crack. I begin to move my hips, slowly, not very far, enjoying my cock against his skin. He makes a noise, sort of a "hu" sound, soft, his face against my curly hair, close to my ear, the sound is only for me. He likes this. He wants me. He wants me to fuck him. "We need a condom Bobby." "Yes, you're right, of course." "Wait, don't get up."

I grab my pants on the floor beside me, reach into the left front pocket, and pull out a little package of Probe lubricant and a Lifestyles condom, clever name, yellow. As I begin to open the condom, he takes it from my hand. I hand the lube to him also. "Please, may I ?" "Be my guest", I smile.

He gets up again, reaches under the couch and pulls out a towel, an old towel, torn a bit, faded flower print, beige. I arch myself up on my neck and my heels and he slides it underneath me. Another kiss. He whispers my name in my ear, nothing else, just my name, twice. He kisses the head of my cock, it is damp with a drop of clear fluid, he runs his tongue up and down along the side, the bottom, the top. His left hand on the base of my cock, he rolls the condom down onto me, slowly, erotic. My hand on the back of his neck, twirling his hair, fingertips light on his skin. The tension is fantastic, the room smells like sex.

He gives the lubricant back to me. I twist off the end, squeeze a bit into his hand. He rubs it over the condom, slowly, gently, that sound again from his throat. My breathing is faster, I can feel my heart beat. We lock eyes, the brown in his eyes so warm and inviting, he smiles and kisses me again. I glance again at his big TV, still fucking, but we'll catch up. I squeeze more lube into my hand this time. "Stand up Bobby, show me your ass."

He stands and turns his cute little ass toward me, he leans over, a hand on each of his cheeks, and spreads himself wide for me. Rosey and puckered, hungry for pleasure, his ass is right before my eyes. I wipe the cool, wet lubricant around on the outside of his hole. More now, tip of my finger, gently inside him, he is loose and easy to enter. One more time I add lubricant and now I use two fingers to spread it inside him, making him ready for what is to be, warming him up. I finger fuck him like this for several minutes, faster, harder, deeper. His motor starts running, he pushes back against me, wanting me deeper, far inside him. I'm still on my back on the couch, towel underneath me, Bobby pulls away, off my fingers, he turns and faces me, fierce look in his eyes. More kisses, tongue way inside me, we battle to get our tongues in each other's mouth.

Without breaking the kiss he kneels over me, a knee on each side, and lowers his small little ass to my crotch. Still kissing, hand down between us, he guides me up to his hole. Slowly he lowers himself down onto my cock, I feel myself enter him and the pleasure is almost too intense. Bobby, gay Bobby, he wants me inside him. I raise my hips to go further and he lowers himself more. Bit by bit, inch by inch, he takes all of me inside. His knees each side of my chest, legs bent sharply, I put my hands on his back and begin to massage as he goes up and down, riding me, taking all of me in.

His motions are quicker and I'm thrusting too, lifting the weight of both of us with my thighs and my back, ridges of muscle deep in his torso, ripples of joy on his back. I break away from his kiss and lean my head up until I can reach his body with my face. I bite the hard, firm muscles that run from his neck to his shoulder, nibbling, sucking, sounds from our loving drown out the music, his noise again, that sound. "Hu, hu, hu, hu, hu, hu"

Each thrust up inside him, as I bottom out, that place where he feels it best, Bobby makes his sound. My teeth digging into his flesh, almost breaking the skin, red marks up and down. His muscles are firm and tight, his ass a warm hole for my cock. I want him so badly, want to fuck him hard, I want to cum up inside him. "Hu, hu, hu, hu, hu hu, hu"

The rhythm is perfect, his sound turns me on, he is humping and sliding, my balls are soaking wet with the juice running down from our fucking. "Hu, hu, hu, hu, hu, hu, hu"

I move to his other shoulder and my teeth are scraping his skin. Hands just above his ass, on the small of his back, pushing him down onto me, harder, biting, wanting him all. "Hu, hu, hu, hu, hu, hu"

Faster now, I'm getting close, my thrusts almost lift him off me, my ass off the towel. "Hu, hu, hu, hu, hu, hu"

The sweat between us is like a small puddle, laying between my tits, running down to my armpits, it tickles. My arms around him tightly now, squeezing him to me, still biting, he tastes good. "Hu, hu, hu, hu, hu, hu"

He's driving me crazy with his sound, making me so hot, teeth scraping flesh, wet and slippery, way up inside him, I can't fuck him any harder than this, I squueze him as hard as I can and thrust way up and hold and the spasms run all through me. I cum. Once, twice, three times my cock sends it's juice, each time I feel this burning pleasure that shoots down through my legs. I can't hold myself up anymore. I collapse and he does too, weight full on me, his neck and his shoulders all red from my teeth, wet.

We laid there a long time together, Bobby on top of me still. Then slowly he pulled up off me as I held the condom, I had gone half soft inside him. Feels good sliding out of him as he lifts. Juice runs down all over me, love juice, Bobby's and mine. We rolled on our sides and just touched each other softly for a while, facing each other, tiny kisses, hands through his hair. "Thank you Bobby" "Thank you"

We took a shower together, we needed it, and we dressed and went out and had a meal at Big Boy's down the street. I sat and just looked at his face, pretty face, and hardly touched my food. I walked him back to his place. Hug and a kiss at his door. I never saw Bobby again.

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