Sexy Josh Hartnett; fifth installment of “Fuck Me … Please” …

Hi, friends and readers:

Some guys get more attractive the older they become. Like Josh Hartnett, pictured at left. I mean, he was super cute when he first came on the scene, about fifteen years ago. I remember I had a subscription to Interview magazine back then. They put Josh on the cover and when I saw him I thought, “Wow, what a hot guy.” But he’s even better looking now.  Does anyone have Josh’s phone number or e-mail addy? I’m sure he’d love to hear from me.

I’m up late this morning. I just spoke with my boyfriend; he’s on the road, somewhere in Tennessee. His destination today is Chicago. I miss him terribly, and it sure was good to hear his voice. He said the temperature there was 77 degrees F. Here on the island, sadly, it’s already 89 degrees F and climbing. I’ll spend the day indoors, working on writing projects and staying cool.

Thanks to everyone who wrote me to say they’re enjoying reading my story, Fuck Me … Please. Here’s the fifth installment. Remember, it comes with a caveat:

This story contains graphic sexual scenes involving two men. It’s not for the squeamish and it’s not intended for readers under the age eighteen. If you are offended by explicit sexual language, don’t read Fuck Me . . . Please.

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Tyler reached between my thighs; he stroked my cock and squeezed the head, and soon I was stiff. All it took was him touching me that way.

Okay, I’ll admit I’d been attracted to certain guys before, I’d jacked off thinking about them, but I had never acted on my feelings. I’d never considered having sex with another man ’cause in the Marines that sort of thing is forbidden. But I wasn’t a Marine anymore; I could do what I wanted. And now, sitting on that hotel bed with Tyler, I got very excited. I mean, I actually trembled, thinking of what we would do together.

Tyler put an arm around my shoulders, pulling me close, and I smelled the soap I’d bathed him with. He nuzzled my ear with the tip of his nose, kissing my neck, rubbing the edge of his jaw against mine and our stubble made scratchy noises. All the while he stroked my cock and my pulse galloped.

I turned my face toward Tyler’s and pressed my lips to his cheek. I reached for his cock and wrapped my fingers around it. When I teased the head with my thumb, his dick came alive, twitching and swelling, getting stiff as a broom handle.

Tyler put the tip of his tongue in my ear, twirling it around. It tickled, but in a good way. Nibbling my earlobe, he whispered, “I’m going to suck your cock.”

I said, “Okay, sure.”

Tyler put a hand on my chest, and pushed me backward till my shoulders met the mattress, till I stared at the ceiling. He gripped my cock with his thumb and index finger, raising it straight up. His tongue glided over every inch of my dick; then he took me into his mouth. Forming a seal with his lips, he commenced sucking, his head bobbing up and down. His mouth made a slurping sound which was nice in the silent room. He teased my nuts, then lifted my scrotum and kneaded it with his fingers. He tickled the tender area between my sac and my hole.

I placed a hand on the back of his neck, running my fingers through his hair.

Tyler followed a steady rhythm while he worked on my cock–he didn’t rush things. I knew I shouldn’t get carried away, I shouldn’t come in his mouth like I’d done with the guy in Wilmington. I figured things would go easier if I carried a full load when Tyler fucked me, if I was horny when it happened, but it took some effort to not shoot, as he was very good with his mouth. (The guy in Wilmington had nothing on Tyler in that department.)

Twice I asked him to stop sucking ’cause I was close to blowing my wad, and when I asked a third time he stopped altogether. He lay upon the mattress beside me. He propped himself on an elbow and we stared at each other and his lips parted into smile. Again, his teeth glistened.

He whispered, “How do you feel?”

I said, “Really good.”

He said, “Why don’t you try sucking my cock?”

I looked away from Tyler and my cheeks burned. This wasn’t something I’d anticipated. I said, “I don’t know. I never…”

He said, “I’ll teach you.”

And I figured, Oh, what the hell.

He had me get on my knees before him while he sat at the foot of the bed with his thighs spread apart, his boner pointing skyward. He placed a hand on the back of my neck, he guided my lips to the head of his dick. I smooched it here and there, then I stuck out my tongue and licked up and down the shaft and it felt pretty hot, doing these things. I mean, Tyler’s a good-looking guy and the skin of his cock is very smooth, like cream cheese. When it came time to suck, he told me about covering the edges of my teeth with my lips. He gripped my jaw and lowered my chin and this caused my mouth to gape. He slipped his cock inside me and it slid across the surface of my tongue, jabbing the back of my throat, and I nearly gagged at first.

He kept one hand on my neck, using it to work my head back and forth. His cock slid in and out of my mouth while I clenched it between my lips, while I worked him with my tongue. We did this for several minutes, until Tyler’s chest heaved, till the noise of his heavy breathing filled the room. He pulled out, lifting his cock and holding it against his belly. He said, “Lick my nuts, Forrest.”

Like I said earlier, Tyler shaves his scrotum, so his skin there is silky. I took my time, tasting every portion of his sac, even lifting it to get at the underside. I took his balls into my mouth, one at a time. I rolled each testicle around the surface of my tongue and he seemed to like this. I know I did; my cock was throbbing.

Tyler finally pushed my face from his groin. He said, “OK, enough.” I looked up at him and he patted the mattress, he said, “Come up here now.” I rose, I sat beside Tyler and the bed sagged. He reached for my cock, stroking it while he looked at me. He said, “I’m going to fuck you now, Forrest.”

My scalp prickled and dampness gathered in my armpits.

He had me lie on my back, stacking the pillows so when my head rested upon them I looked at Tyler instead of the ceiling. He sat beside me on the mattress, looking down while he stroked my dick. He said, “Getting fucked can feel very good. When another man’s cock stretches you open-­when it gets inside your most private place–it’s a bit freaky at first. When you’re growing up, people tell you only girls get fucked, that a guy who gets screwed is a sissy, a fag, but it’s not true. Having the balls to let another man pump your ass till you come–till he comes–takes courage. Understand?”

I nodded, but I wasn’t sure if I believed what he’d said. How could something painful feel good?

As if he’d read my thoughts, he said, “I told you before, relaxation is the key. And I’m going to help you with that.”

I said, “How?”

He let go of my cock, took hold of my ankle and lifted it. He said, “Raise your legs till your feet are over your head.”

I did what he said, bending my knees, bringing them to my shoulders. I gazed at our reflections in the dresser mirror and I nearly laughed ’cause I looked so silly in that position. Tyler got on his knees before me. Seizing my other ankle, he spread my feet far apart. I know it doesn’t sound comfortable, having your legs up like that, but you’d be surprised; it feels quite natural. No strain on the back at all.

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Copyright Martin Delacroix 2008

Okay, folks, that’s all for this morning. I have much to do, and I’m starting late, so I’ll wish everyone a wonderful Saturday.

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