AC-317 Bathhouse Bondage

Excerpt

ne foggy night they had smoked some grass and drank beer. Leo looked up at the ghostly towers of the Golden Gate Bridge . He heard the blast of a ship’s foghorn. And had he felt Matt’s hand on his crotch.

Leo blinked his eyes in the steam room. He couldn’t make out the features of the man who was kneeling on the floor and now sucking on his cock.

He thought of Matt again, how Matt had just taken his cock out and sucked on it. He had rubbed his fingers through Matt’s blond hair. He touched Matt’s skin, surprised at how high his body heat was despite the chilly night.

They were just loaded. It wasn’t really happening. Matt was no queer; neither was Leo. Yet it seemed the most natural thing for Leo to reach for Matt’s cock.

He unbuttoned the fatigues and took out Matt’s hard cock. He’d seen his buddy naked in the shower before and checked out his equipment, which didn’t seem unusual. But hard, his prick was a different story, a whopper.

Lying in a damp, gravelly spot on the bill, they sucked each other in a sixty-nine position.

Leo had realized then that this was what he always wanted to do, to have sex with Matt. He did to Matt everything Matt did to him. He jacked on Matt’s cockshaft, with his mouth sucking Matt’s cockhead. He deep-throated Matt’s cock and nearly choked to death, but he didn’t care.

Matt grunted and his hard cock exploded in Leo’s mouth, gushing sweet creamy cum down Leo’s throat, flooding his mouth with hot viscous fuck juice.

Leo was a teenager at the time and a virgin. His cock was hotter and harder than it had ever been before. He saw fireworks when he shot his cum load down Matt’s throat.

The anonymous cock sucker in the steam room gagged on the heavy load of molten cum from Leo’s cock. He coughed and choked, and left the room.

As the steam subsided, Leo could see clearly again. What had happened with Matt was over twenty years ago. He vowed not to think of Matt again. Matt had drowned while surfing.