Got a Minute?, page 11
Later, she told me about Ben & Jerry’s Super Fudge Chunk, and what she would do to me with it.
Topping: Marshmallows
I said I hated camping, but she convinced me to go for just one night. Over the crackling campfire, she made real hot chocolate—not powdered, not from a mix. Mayan Hot Chocolate, she said, slicing the chilies and splitting the vanilla beans.
After we drank it, she dragged me into the tent. The burgundy nylon rustled as we evoked the pagan gods and sacrificed ourselves on the altar of our lust.
Taste: Sweet
She slips the chocolate pastille—some astonishingly expensive kind from Switzerland—into my mouth. The dark, sweet taste explodes on my tongue.
“No biting,” she instructs. “You have to let it melt. And you can’t make any sound until it’s all gone.”
My tongue screams, but I don’t, even as she moves her way down my body. I writhe and sweat, but remain mute like she asks. My world turns dark red, like the inside of a chocolate-covered cherry.
Green & Black’s no longer seems exotic.
I’ve almost forgotten your name.
BART AND RANDI
Michael Hemmingson
Fuck her,” Bart said. “I want to watch you fuck the shit out of her.”
Lying naked on the bed, Randi smiled.
I was with them, the both of them, in Bart’s apartment, but I wasn’t quite sure how I had gotten there. Earlier, we’d been at the pub. We were having a good time, and Bart found it amusing that I was sleeping with a certain mutual friend.
“Funny? Why is that so funny?” I asked.
“She doesn’t seem your type,” he said.
“My type?”
“Yeah.”
“What’s my ‘type’?” I asked.
“You tell me. Take Randi, for example.”
She was a few feet away, talking to someone, and she couldn’t hear us.
“Okay,” I said.
“She looks good.”
“Yes.”
“Nice ass.”
“Yes.”
“Nice tits.”
“Yeah.”
“She’s fuckable,” Bart said.
“I imagine so.”
“Sucks cock goooood,” Bart said.
“I imagine so.”
“Is she your type?”
“She could be my type,” I said.
“You want to fuck her?”
“What kind of question is that?”
“Listen,” he said, “I like watching guys fuck her. It really turns me on.”
So then we were at his place, and Randi got undressed and sat on the bed.
“Who would’ve thought,” Bart said, laughing, and slapped me on the back.
I wasn’t sure what he was getting at.
“C’mon, fuck her.” Bart pulled up a chair.
Randi did look good. They were both beautiful and blonde and tan. While Bart was a “surfer poet,” Randi worked as a hostess of some upscale club downtown, and I knew she made good money at it. I could not help but feel aroused, especially looking at the blonde pubic hair between her legs.
Randi noticed what I was gawking at and opened her legs. Her finger touched her clit, and made a circular motion. “You like what you see?” she said.
I did. I went down on her, engulfed her, got a mouthful, got a taste, ate her. I put my tongue in her as far as I could get it. I was about to turn her over when Randi started pulling at my pants, saying she wanted my cock. Bart was getting a real kick out of this, sitting in the chair, drinking a Heineken. I was on my knees on the bed and Randi was reaching around, cupping my balls with one hand, squeezing my ass with the other, and sucking me off. Then I was fucking her. I fucked her several ways, and came.
“Right on,” Bart said.
Bart got on the bed, and I sat in the chair. I watched Bart kiss her, watched as he started fucking her, his ass going up and down. He had a perfect, round, tanned ass. Randi spread his ass with her hands, and said, “Hey, would you like some of this?”
“Crazy woman,” Bart laughed.
“I like watching men fuck him,” she said, “as much as he likes watching men fuck me.”
“I don’t think our pal swings that way,” Bart said.
“Do you or don’t you?” she asked me.
I got up, and went to get a beer from the fridge. Bart continued to fuck her.
Later, I wondered if I should have fucked Bart after all. I was in the mood for anything.
PLEASING
Jocelyn Bringas
I’ve been thinking….”
Uh oh, Clayton thought when he heard Jacelia say that. She looked so somber.
“About what?” Clayton questioned as casually as he could.
“About us,”
Oh fuck, she’s gonna break up with me. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
She sighed, “It’s just that I feel like a horrible girlfriend,” she said quietly as she looked down at the ground.
Clayton stared at her, stunned at her confession.
“I shouldn’t have said anything,” she stammered. “Forget it.”
“You’re an amazing girlfriend,” Clayton insisted, once he’d found his voice. “Why would you feel that way?” It baffled him that she would ever doubt herself.
She blushed. “I just heard you talking with Erik. He was saying how he had just gotten a great blow job, and you were saying how it’s been so long since you’ve gotten one. I know we have plenty of sex but I’ve just never… I just felt so bad.”
“Oh, well it’s nothing to feel bad about, baby,” Clayton said.
“Yeah but—”
“What?”
Jacelia closed her eyes and said, “I really want to suck you.”
Clayton’s breath caught. Jacelia had never talked like that before. Just hearing her say those words aroused him. The truth was, Clayton was pretty content with their sex life. In fact they seemed to have made love in every position possible, aside from oral sex.
“You can do anything you want to me, baby,” Clayton whispered before pressing his lips to hers.
Jacelia’s glossy pink lips moved against his as they began to kiss. Clayton moaned when he felt her hand over the front of his jeans. Rapidly, he felt himself getting harder from her simple touch.
“Come here,” Clayton said breathlessly, momentarily breaking the kiss so they could move to the couch. Clayton sat down, watching as Jacelia got naked and then knelt between his legs, rubbing her palms against his thighs.
Jacelia’s fingers crept up to the button of his jeans. Soon that was undone and in a matter of seconds his pants were unzipped, yanked off, and tossed away.
Clayton watched Jacelia stare at his dick in both fascination and awe. The wait was aggravating. He just wanted her to suck it, but he knew better than to rush her. “Oh god,” Clayton groaned, his head falling back against the couch as he felt her cool hand wrap around his hardness.
“I’ve had this inside me but I’ve never really looked at it,” she said, her warm breath touching his dick, making him twitch.
“Uh-huh,” was all Clayton could manage, not really caring what she was saying. His hips moved up, wanting more pleasure.
“It’s so smooth, too,” she said as she started to move her hand.
“Oh, fuck,” Clayton panted, feeling a warm mouth encircle his tip.
Opening his eyes, he looked down to see Jacelia’s head going up and down, concentrating on pleasuring him. It felt so different and so good to be in her mouth. Her tongue licked along the underside of his dick, hitting pleasure points he never realized he had before. Clayton groaned as her hand grazed his churning balls. This was just too much for him, being in her warm mouth; he was going to come soon.
“Jacelia,” he moaned, feeling her movements grow faster now. Her lips were sliding up and down furiously on him. He could feel the pressure starting to build up in him as she sucked, licked, and kissed his dick.
“Baby, I’m gonna come!”
Clayton inhaled and exhaled loudly as he was hit with a tidal wave of pleasure. He arched his back and pushed his cock even deeper into her mouth as he exploded and came. Jacelia was momentarily shocked by his sudden orgasm and pulled away, but she quickly recovered, taking him back into her mouth and jerking him as he kept shooting. When he had ridden his orgasm out, he caught his breath and opened his eyes.
Jacelia’s face, neck, and full breasts had his come all over them. He was surprised at how intense his orgasm had been. He watched as Jacelia wiped some of his juices off her nipple with her finger and brought it to her mouth, tasting it.
Just seeing her drenched turned him on, and he felt himself get hard all over again. He had to fuck her. Standing up, he motioned for her to do the same. He let his hand go between her thighs, feeling her soaking wet pussy. She moaned as she started to grind herself on his palm.
“Bend over,” he instructed.
Jacelia placed her palms on the cushions of the couch and stuck her luscious ass out for him. He rubbed her smooth cheeks and spread them, preparing for entry.
“Fuck me, Clayton,” she pleaded in a little-girl voice.
Clayton didn’t need any more encouragement to slide inside. She was so tight. It made him proud to know that he was the only one who had ever entered her. Gripping her hips for leverage, Clayton began to thrust himself into her, loving the sweet pleasure he was receiving. Faster and faster he went.
“Oh, it’s so good,” she moaned.
Clayton drove into her, his skin slapping against hers creating a sweet sound.
“Come for me,” he encouraged, taking a hand off her hip and reaching around to rub her pulsating clit.
“Oh, yes,” she whimpered, feeling his fingers move over her clit. He started to feel her orgasm build, and he knew this was his cue to go faster, and he thrust even more.
Clayton groaned as he started to come inside her and he felt her shuddering with her own climax. When their orgasms subsided, Clayton pulled out and took her into his arms and held her.
“You’re amazing,” Clayton whispered, “and no matter what, you always please me.”
She smiled at him, looking both relieved and satisfied. He smiled back, lifted her up in his arms and carried her up to their bedroom to sleep.
SATURDAY AFTERNOON STEAM
Joel A. Nichols
Every Saturday morning, I’d roll out of bed and stumble into my red nylon shorts, the taste of beer still in my mouth. None of my friends could figure out why I would want to lifeguard at the school’s natatorium on the early Saturday shift, but none of them knew how busy the sauna room got once lap-swim was over.
The lifeguard station consisted of a tall chair just outside of the long hallway that led to the men’s lockers. Sometimes I brought a magazine in case of slow mornings, but within an hour the first jocks would come to cool off after a workout. One Saturday, four hockey players pumped up from the weight room had run from the lockers, naked. I watched as the four beefy guys dove in and took half a lap each, laughing and jostling each other in the pool. Then they turned around and pulled themselves out of the pool right in front of me, only a bit sheepishly considering their flopping cocks and dangling balls. Three disappeared behind the lifeguard chair before I’d really seen much more than a blur of brown and tan flesh. But one guy took his time.
As he hauled himself out of the pool, his biceps tightened and pulled the rest of his torso up over the side, uneasy on the wet tiles. I leaned forward in the chair and took a better look. His shoulders were thick, his pecs hairy, and a solid stomach led into the groove of his hip. My cock started to get hard, but there was enough room in my red-lined shorts. The hockey player had a tattoo of a horned devil on his right shoulder, the shoulder that was turned my way. With both feet out of the pool he straightened up and looked right at me.
I blushed and turned away.
I could hear his friends scampering up the tiled hallway, and he started behind them. I looked again and caught another glimpse of his cock, drooping forward. I’d crossed my arms over my hard-on, and pressed my forearm against it. It sent shivers up and down my legs, even in the overheated pool area. The four naked guys disappeared into the showers. Now there were only two older professors left in the pool swimming laps, completely unaware of the spontaneous peep show or my tightening erection.
I heard a dull thud and a cry of pain. I craned my neck and looked up the hallway. The lingering streaker had slipped on the wet tile and lost his balance. He swore again, and grabbed at his ankle.
I climbed down from the chair and started toward him, slowly. The front of my shorts was still tented, and I tried to rest my hand on my hip to hide it.
“Fuck,” he said. He lay sprawled on the floor. He’d pulled himself almost into a sitting position, his back against the wall. He was rubbing his left ankle.
I knelt down next to him. He tried to cross his legs to hide his cock, but as he moved his left side, he winced in pain. “You shouldn’t run in the pool area. The rules are posted.” I loved giving him my lifeguard lines, as if he were a rambunctious child at the neighborhood pool.
“My buddies and I dared each other to run in bare.” His voice was deep, unsubtle. He scratched his leg, then moved to stand up again. I put out my hand, and he grabbed it. My dick jumped, and his twitched as it swung with his body. I wanted to grab it, but he let go and stepped back. “Thanks.”
He walked the rest of the way into the shower room, his muscular ass jiggling with every limping step. I walked back to the pool and climbed back up the chair. I noted the slight injury in the log, smiling at the thought of his naked body. My dick got hard again and I rested the clipboard on top of it, creating a slight friction around the rim of my cock. I couldn’t wait for my shift to be over. When the pool closed on Saturday afternoons, and most of the gym emptied out, the steam room got hot. There was usually some discreet action in the fog of the sauna; I’d once gotten a blow job from a guy in his midthirties, a young professor or coach or something, and I’d jerked a lot of different guys’ cocks, from student athletes to plain old cruisers. The sauna was my reason to work the pool on Saturdays.
My shift wore on, the sagging professors swimming with remarkable ease and proficiency turning lap after lap. I glanced occasionally at the magazine I’d brought in between long, attentive sweeps of the pool. My dick went up and down when I thought about the hockey player, about his friends jostling in the showers, probably soapy and wrestling.
The last swimmer hauled herself out of the pool, and I headed into the sauna.
The guy who’d fallen was still at the showers.
I stripped off my shirt and shorts, kicking my plastic sandals into the corner and turning toward the sauna door. I wouldn’t have to wait long.
THE MAGAZINE
Bonfils
I came home from work early. As I opened the door to the living room, I heard the hurried shuffling of papers.
Brandi sat on the sofa, her face flushed. She stared at me with a confused expression on her face.
“Anything wrong?” I asked.
“No…” she said, smiling nervously. “Why?”
But then I looked at the coffee table. And there it was, sticking out from under the newspaper: the colorful corner of a glossy magazine.
“Been reading?” I asked, grinning.
Brandi bowed her head, blushing.
“C’mon,” I said. “Let me see.” Slowly, she pulled the magazine out and showed me. It was one of my porno magazines—and one of my favorites.
Brandi knows I like porno, and if she wanted to see the magazine, she’d know where to find it. But she’d never helped herself to it before. At least, not to my knowledge.
“So,” I asked. “Which story did you like the best?”
Brandi leafed through the magazine, looking at the spicy photos. Naked men and women engaged in outrageous acts of lovemaking graced every page.
“This one is quite sexy,” she said shyly.
She showed me the magazine. It was a photo series of two men tying up a girl and giving her a serious fucking. Really hot. It had always turned me on, but I was surprised that Brandi would pick that one.
“That’s a good one.”
Brandi smiled. “Well, the girl seems to be enjoying it,” she said.
The guys were really giving it to the girl in all sorts of poses. My cock was beginning to stir and swell. Somehow, Brandi holding the magazine made it even sexier. She looked really cute today in her pink blouse and blue jeans. Actually, a couple of buttons were undone. Had she been masturbating when I came in?
I took the magazine from her and looked through the story. “Take your clothes off,” I said.
Brandi stared at me nervously for a moment. Then she stood and began undressing. Her blouse came off, exposing her shapely breasts; then her jeans, and finally her black silk panties. She stood naked beside the couch looking gorgeous.
“Come here,” I said. “On your knees.”
She knelt down in front of me, and I unzipped and pulled out my cock. Brandi opened her mouth and closed her lips around my cock. She began sucking rhythmically, teasing it with her tongue, making my erection grow and harden.
“Yeah,” I whispered.
Brandi sucked me vigorously, moving her head back and forth. My member stiffened, filling her mouth. I grabbed her hair and began pulling her head back and forth, controlling the rhythm, as my eager cock impaled her mouth with each stroke. She could make me come by sucking me—and she often had. But I had more in store for her today.
I pulled out of her mouth.
“Take the magazine,” I gasped, “and get down on all fours.”
Brandi did as I said, her cute little bottom turned toward me. I knelt down behind her and gently brushed my finger across her pussy lips. She was wet. She was really wet.
