An erotic story ...

[+ Funguy]

As I am a Funguy, I have decided to contribute a once a week erotic column, to be posted on Fridays, late afternoon so the Right coasters can have it to go to sleep by…

 

I would like you all to send your comments and suggestions for the following weeks. Do not despair if your suggestion is not taken immediately. Sooner or later it will be. I would like someone, perhaps Unicorn, to come up with a picture of the bartender – tanned, dark hair, blue eyes, killer smile. Escorts about fantasy meets – what do you guys want in an encounter?! Clients, the same! Maybe BVB will discretely tell about his Dom-Dom meet, perhaps Whipped Guy will give us the low (very low) down on those clothes pins? Doit could send a few pix for upcoming characters.

 

Bear with me on this first column as it is always difficult to start up a story, find the characters and set the scene but here goes. Enjoy:

 

I’ve finished my work week in a strange city, one I’ve never been to. I am in a beautiful hotel, booked into a suite, king-sized bed and king-sized shower to boot. It easily holds three. That shower sounds great as I strip off my suit and tie, my shirt, and all the rest.

 

Hot water cascades off my head, neck, shoulders, back, and finally my buttocks. As I close my eyes, my soapy hand reaches back behind me, kneading my buttocks and finally, searching, finds that sweet spot of pleasure. Slowly I bring my other hand to my throbbing cock, caressing, including my balls. As I revel in pleasure I suddenly stop: am I going to find someone tonight? Maybe I should hold off for now. I am not one for bars and clubs – I have been told I am very good-looking, salt and pepper hair and a fit body, so maybe all is not lost. I just don’t go for the pick-ups and most of the time I’m the one left at closing time – I’m not one for the younger crowd. I like guys who have maturity, not just in age but you also can tell by the way they handle themselves. So, sometimes my hand becomes my best friend. I grab a towel, dry off, and, naked, I even prep myself just in case.

 

Since the bar in the hotel serves food as well, that’s where I decide to start. The bartender, Jon – no “h” – gives me a menu and I immediately notice his gorgeous face, tanned with dark hair and blue eyes, killer body, his serial killer smile.

 

“Just a small green salad and a beer, please.”

“You got it.”

 

As I ate, I would glance at Jon, wondering, should I or shouldn’t I? Finally, just as I glanced once more, he did, too. I noticed his tight shirt got a bit tighter with his nipples straining against the cloth. My glance dropped a bit and I noticed a bulge where one hadn’t been before. Promising.

 

I hung around a bit more and the bar got busier but Jon always had a smile for me. Finally, getting late, I asked for the check and reached into my pocket for money, finding that same bulge Jon had. As he passed me the check, I held my hand briefly on top of his, signed with my room number, and told him to charge it to my room.

 

“You know, I’m off in an hour…”

I simply pointed to my room number, smiled, and left.

 

Yeah, right. This gorgeous man is going to come to my room in an hour. Fat chance! But what do I have to lose by waiting. It’s only an hour. My God – 1 hour and 5 minutes later there was a knock on my door. As I opened it he leaned in and brushed my lips.

 

As I kicked the door shut, we enjoy a slow, deep, sensuous, probing, exploring kiss. Fingers brush against cheeks, up to ears, trail slowly down and I brush and rub his nipples (through that tight black T-shirt shirt). Our mouths disengage, mine slowly falls to his arm pits while my fingers continue to caress his nipples.

 

As the moans (mine, at least) begin, a hand moves across my abdomen, lightly, slowly down, down. Lips plant themselves on his nipples – a bit of teeth through the fabric.

 

As he rubs between my legs, my mouth bites through the fabric of his shirt, suckles and devours his nipples, first his right and then his left and back to his right, he groans with pleasure. My hands rub the insides of his under arms and wander to those nipples as well, brushing, rubbing, twisting, squeezing. He grasps the back of my head firmly pushing my mouth back on his nipples, moaning, while I feasted.

 

As I am not willing to let go of his nipples, his hands begin to slowly undress me, first the belt, then the pants. As he lowers them, his face brushes against me very lightly, kissing and nibbling through the straining cloth of the black jock strap I thought to wear. I cannot help but press the back of his head into me. Once the pants are completely off, he comes back up with his hands across my abdomen, under my shirt, and he finds my nipples waiting at attention. He lifts my shirt over my head, and plants his lips firmly on me. My hands remove his shirt at the same time, up and over his shoulders and head. As I sink down to remove his pants, I lightly brush against him as he did me. With my hands caressing his buttocks I press him into me, inhaling, engulfing… but leaving that last piece of clothing for later.

 

Finally, we slowly remove all of our remaining clothing, and standing, fully naked, we embrace, but barely touch. Light, lingering strokes, caresses, impossibly gentle touching moves us closer and closer to full body contact until we are folded into one another, pressing urgently, holding tightly, hands roaming, mouths roaming, arm pits licked, buttocks squeezed, nipples tweaked, ear lobes bitten.

 

We part to take a necessary breath and slowly resume our ethereal dance of exploration. Our mouths cover our bodies, every nook and cranny; our hands and fingers do the same. We turn each other around and around in order not to miss any part of our beings from any position. While he stands I stroke and knead his buttocks, move behind him, dropping down to kiss and lick and bite his luscious cheeks. As he bends over and pulls his cheeks apart, my wet finger finds that sacred spot and slowly begins to carress and gently penetrate. Soon my tongue begins to lick and probe. My hand reaches between his legs and grasps him, squeezing, massaging, tracing, slowly brushing his sac, feeling the throbbing, rubbing with tenderness….

 

 

Enough for now….sweet dreams until next week! Be sure to write in!

 

Funguy

[Bosguy]

As I am a Funguy, I have decided to contribute a once a week erotic column, to be posted on Fridays, late afternoon so the Right coasters can have it to go to sleep by…

 

I would like you all to send your comments and suggestions for the following weeks. Do not despair if your suggestion is not taken immediately. Sooner or later it will be. I would like someone, perhaps Unicorn, to come up with a picture of the bartender – tanned, dark hair, blue eyes, killer smile. Escorts about fantasy meets – what do you guys want in an encounter?! Clients, the same! Maybe BVB will discretely tell about his Dom-Dom meet, perhaps Whipped Guy will give us the low (very low) down on those clothes pins? Doit could send a few pix for upcoming characters.

 

Bear with me on this first column as it is always difficult to start up a story, find the characters and set the scene but here goes. Enjoy:

 

I’ve finished my work week in a strange city, one I’ve never been to. I am in a beautiful hotel, booked into a suite, king-sized bed and king-sized shower to boot. It easily holds three. That shower sounds great as I strip off my suit and tie, my shirt, and all the rest.

 

Hot water cascades off my head, neck, shoulders, back, and finally my buttocks. As I close my eyes, my soapy hand reaches back behind me, kneading my buttocks and finally, searching, finds that sweet spot of pleasure. Slowly I bring my other hand to my throbbing cock, caressing, including my balls. As I revel in pleasure I suddenly stop: am I going to find someone tonight? Maybe I should hold off for now. I am not one for bars and clubs – I have been told I am very good-looking, salt and pepper hair and a fit body, so maybe all is not lost. I just don’t go for the pick-ups and most of the time I’m the one left at closing time – I’m not one for the younger crowd. I like guys who have maturity, not just in age but you also can tell by the way they handle themselves. So, sometimes my hand becomes my best friend. I grab a towel, dry off, and, naked, I even prep myself just in case.

 

Since the bar in the hotel serves food as well, that’s where I decide to start. The bartender, Jon – no “h” – gives me a menu and I immediately notice his gorgeous face, tanned with dark hair and blue eyes, killer body, his serial killer smile.

 

“Just a small green salad and a beer, please.”

“You got it.”

 

As I ate, I would glance at Jon, wondering, should I or shouldn’t I? Finally, just as I glanced once more, he did, too. I noticed his tight shirt got a bit tighter with his nipples straining against the cloth. My glance dropped a bit and I noticed a bulge where one hadn’t been before. Promising.

 

I hung around a bit more and the bar got busier but Jon always had a smile for me. Finally, getting late, I asked for the check and reached into my pocket for money, finding that same bulge Jon had. As he passed me the check, I held my hand briefly on top of his, signed with my room number, and told him to charge it to my room.

 

“You know, I’m off in an hour…”

I simply pointed to my room number, smiled, and left.

 

Yeah, right. This gorgeous man is going to come to my room in an hour. Fat chance! But what do I have to lose by waiting. It’s only an hour. My God – 1 hour and 5 minutes later there was a knock on my door. As I opened it he leaned in and brushed my lips.

 

As I kicked the door shut, we enjoy a slow, deep, sensuous, probing, exploring kiss. Fingers brush against cheeks, up to ears, trail slowly down and I brush and rub his nipples (through that tight black T-shirt shirt). Our mouths disengage, mine slowly falls to his arm pits while my fingers continue to caress his nipples.

 

As the moans (mine, at least) begin, a hand moves across my abdomen, lightly, slowly down, down. Lips plant themselves on his nipples – a bit of teeth through the fabric.

 

As he rubs between my legs, my mouth bites through the fabric of his shirt, suckles and devours his nipples, first his right and then his left and back to his right, he groans with pleasure. My hands rub the insides of his under arms and wander to those nipples as well, brushing, rubbing, twisting, squeezing. He grasps the back of my head firmly pushing my mouth back on his nipples, moaning, while I feasted.

 

As I am not willing to let go of his nipples, his hands begin to slowly undress me, first the belt, then the pants. As he lowers them, his face brushes against me very lightly, kissing and nibbling through the straining cloth of the black jock strap I thought to wear. I cannot help but press the back of his head into me. Once the pants are completely off, he comes back up with his hands across my abdomen, under my shirt, and he finds my nipples waiting at attention. He lifts my shirt over my head, and plants his lips firmly on me. My hands remove his shirt at the same time, up and over his shoulders and head. As I sink down to remove his pants, I lightly brush against him as he did me. With my hands caressing his buttocks I press him into me, inhaling, engulfing… but leaving that last piece of clothing for later.

 

Finally, we slowly remove all of our remaining clothing, and standing, fully naked, we embrace, but barely touch. Light, lingering strokes, caresses, impossibly gentle touching moves us closer and closer to full body contact until we are folded into one another, pressing urgently, holding tightly, hands roaming, mouths roaming, arm pits licked, buttocks squeezed, nipples tweaked, ear lobes bitten.

 

We part to take a necessary breath and slowly resume our ethereal dance of exploration. Our mouths cover our bodies, every nook and cranny; our hands and fingers do the same. We turn each other around and around in order not to miss any part of our beings from any position. While he stands I stroke and knead his buttocks, move behind him, dropping down to kiss and lick and bite his luscious cheeks. As he bends over and pulls his cheeks apart, my wet finger finds that sacred spot and slowly begins to carress and gently penetrate. Soon my tongue begins to lick and probe. My hand reaches between his legs and grasps him, squeezing, massaging, tracing, slowly brushing his sac, feeling the throbbing, rubbing with tenderness….

 

 

Enough for now….sweet dreams until next week! Be sure to write in!

 

Funguy

 

WOW!!! Exciting new type of posting. We are moving forward in a positive, enjoyable way. Can I be your #1 fan? You'll have to start making personal appearances to market your material. Of course celebrities need bodyguards--would Ace and Tyler do? :-)

 

Boston Bill

[+ Funguy]

WOW!!! Exciting new type of posting. We are moving forward in a positive, enjoyable way. Can I be your #1 fan? You'll have to start making personal appearances to market your material. Of course celebrities need bodyguards--would Ace and Tyler do? :-)

 

Boston Bill

 

Oh Yeah! to both!

 

To all: you may PM me to protect the innocent or post in public. Bring it on…all of you!

 

Funguy

[whipped guy]

Well I had already PM'd funguy regarding my suggestions regarding those clothespins, plus some thoughts about an electrical unit, not to mention a bottle of lube... Though I'm not sure it is politically correct to mention that lube comes in a bottle in the message forum any more. In the future I guess that I might make my suggestions a bit more overtly instead of via PM... I'll see...

[whipped guy]

I just got another thought based on a real life experience... Since this takes place in a hotel one of the guys gets tied down onto the bed and room service or the maid thinking that the room was vacated inadvertently walks in on the proceedings. Of course if it's room service the guy joins in on the fun. If it's the maid she blushes and pretends that she is embarrassed. Of course in reality hotel employees have seen it all!!! Unfortunately, my real life experience involved a blushing maid and not a hot guy willing to join in and make things a threesome. Okay enough for now I leave it to others to make suggestions. But we do have to get some hot wax into the equation. It damages some of the furnishings and a surcharge is added to the bill. Enough from me...

[+ Funguy]

Thanks, WG. It will eventually get included, especially your clothespins. For this I can't wait!

 

TO ALL: I have moved this to the Lounge so it will be a new post. I will ask Daddy to lock this one up so no one inadvertently posts here.

 

Thanks one and all and can't wait for your input!

 

 

Funguy