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Teasing Hank (MM, cons, oral, anal)

Author:  Mikes_Fantasies

May 2005


I’m not sure what it was, but when I was 20 and 21 
years old, I seemed to attract every bi-curious, 
middle-aged guy in my college town.  Kinda strange, I 
thought, for the conservative Midwest in the mid 
1970s.  Maybe it was something in the air around me - 
I don’t know.  I was happily bisexual and liked 
playing with girls and guys equally.  Well - I guess 
it was a little hotter with guys.  You know, the 
“forbidden fruit” thing.  

I was 5’10” and weighed between 150 and 155 pounds.  I 
wasn’t big in the muscle department, but I did swim a 
lot and it showed in my body.  I had straight blond 
hair that hung to my shoulders and my body hair was 
sparse, fine and very blonde.  In the warm weather I 
usually wore a t-shirt and short jean cutoffs that 
showed off my long, tanned legs.  Maybe this had 
something to do with the guys.

Anyway, it didn’t seem to matter where I was - at 
work, in a bar, walking down the street - I’d get hit 
on by these older guys.  I put them off for awhile.  
I’d say things like, “I’m not really like that.” or 
“You must have mistaken me for someone else.”  After 
awhile though, I got curious about what it would be 
like with an older guy - I had only played with guys 
near my own age.  I decided the next time someone 
interesting hit on me, I’d take him up on it.

One sunny spring day, I was standing outside the 
Student Union sipping a Coke after class.  I didn’t 
have to go to work that day and was about to grab my 
bike and head for home when a man approached me.  I’m 
guessing he was in his thirties or early forties.  He 
was nice looking, about my height with a husky, 
muscular build.  He had blue eyes, a nice smile and a 
wedding ring on his finger.  He walked right up to me.

“Hi,” he said, “I noticed you standing here and 
wondered if you could help me.”

“I’ll do what I can,” I said, non-commitally.

“I’m kind of new in town - just visiting - and don’t 
know my way around yet.  I heard that there are some 
gay bars here around campus.”

Aha - maybe this was going to be the one.

“I know of a couple places the gays seem to go,” I 
said, playing it slow and cool.

“Really!” he said, “How would you know about that?”

I tried to look embarrassed and smiled shyly.  “Oh, 
just things I’ve heard.”

“Oh, when I saw you here I was hoping that maybe you 
liked to do things with guys - maybe you’d like to do 
some things with me.”

My eyes got big (don’t ask me why I was stringing him 
along - it was just fun).  “What kind of things?” I 
asked.

By now, he was fully into the hunt.  He wanted into my 
pants badly.  For my part, my pants were starting to 
bulge a little as we played this game.

“Oh you know.  We could go back to my hotel, have a 
couple of beers, get naked and see what happens.  
Maybe play with each other’s cocks a little.  Have you 
ever done anything like that before?” he asked.

“Oh no, “ I said, then let my eyes drop to the ground, 
“But it does sound kind of fun.”

He smiled, “My name is Hank - what’s yours?”

“I’m Mike,” I said.  “I’m a little nervous about all 
of this.”

“Don’t worry,” Hank assured me.  “You won’t have to do 
anything that makes you uncomfortable.  We’ll go slow 
and, if you say stop, we’ll stop.”

I had him - and he thought he had gotten me.  I let 
him take the lead.

“We can walk from here to my hotel,” he said.

I turned around and bent at my waist to pick up my 
backpack.  I fumbled with the straps for a moment to 
make sure that Hank got a good view of my butt in my 
tight, short shorts.  I looked and caught him admiring 
the view with a big smile on his face.  I smiled back 
- still shyly.

We walked to his hotel and took the elevator to his 
room.  He had some beer on ice in a cooler and opened 
a couple for us.  We each took a long drink.

“Would you like to get a little more comfortable?” 
Hank asked me.  “You can get out of those clothes if 
you’d like.”

Hank pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his 
muscular chest.  He then unbuttoned his pants and let 
them drop.  He was wearing blue boxers and, I’ve got 
to admit, looked pretty damn good in them.

I turned my back and pulled off my t-shirt.  I fumbled 
with the button on my shorts.  As I was doing so, I 
heard him pull off his boxers.  He moved toward me and 
put his hands on my waist.

“Why don’t you let me help with that?”

Hank reached around me to unbutton and unzip my 
shorts.  As he did, I felt his hairy chest rub against 
my bare back.  I was getting so turned on I could 
barely stand it.  He got my shorts open and pulled 
them and my Jockeys down.  I bent to pick them up and 
felt his hands on my butt - cupping my cheeks and 
rubbing them gently.  He moved closer and I felt what 
could only have been his cock rub against my butt 
crack.

I tossed my clothes away and turned around.  Needless 
to say, my cock was hard as a rock.  Hank’s was a 
semi-hard six or seven inches at this point.  He was 
circumcised, like me, and a little thicker.

Hank looked at me and licked his lips.  “Very nice,” 
he said, “Why don’t we sit on the sofa, have some beer 
and get to know each other better.”

He obviously still thought that I was a nervous 
beginner and was going slow.  It was nice.  Of course, 
he was in for a surprise before too long.

We sat down with our legs touching.  He took my hand 
and drew it to his cock.  I gave him a couple of 
tentative rubs as he became fully hard.  He sighed as 
I continued rubbing up and down.  He reached for me 
and gripped my shaft, rubbing his thumb across my head 
as I dripped a little precum.

“Do you think you would like to kiss my cock?” Hank 
asked casually.

“Maybe,” I said and leaned toward him.

This was enough - I was driving myself crazy holding 
back and acting shy.  I suddenly became a total slut 
and dove onto his cock with my open mouth.  I started 
sucking him like I’m sure his wife never would (or he 
wouldn’t be here - right?).  He gasped in surprise and 
pleasure as I licked and sucked him.

We worked our way into a 69 position on the couch and 
he began working my dick as well.  It wasn’t long 
before I came.  As my contractions eased, I felt him 
starting.  I grabbed his butt and held him in my mouth 
as he shot a huge load.  I swallowed every drop, 
licked his cock clean then sat up and smiled at him.

“I guess I have done this once or twice before,” I 
said and smiled as sweetly as I could.

Hank smiled too and said, “Yes, I think you probably 
have.”

I popped the tops on a couple more beers as we sat and 
talked for awhile.  When we finished that beer, it was 
still early so I reached for his cock.  As soon as I 
touched him, it started growing again.  I took him 
into my mouth and got him fully hard in a matter of 
minutes.

“Just a minute,” I said and walked to my backpack, 
reached in and pulled out a tube of KY.  “Do you know 
what this is for?” I asked like a true tramp.

I squeezed some onto his fingers then turned around 
and bent over.  I felt him rub it onto my asshole then 
insert a finger slowly.  Hank worked that finger for a 
minute and then I felt a second and finally a third 
finger gently stretching by anus.  Hank stood and led 
me behind the couch.  He put his hand in the middle of 
my back and bent me over the back of the couch until I 
was supporting myself on my forearms and elbows.  My 
feet were still flat on the floor and slightly spread.

Hank rubbed his cock up and down my exposed crack.  I 
shuddered with excitement.  I couldn’t wait to feel 
his cock inside of me.  He placed his head against my 
puckered hole and gently popped it in.  He held it 
still to let me adjust to his thickness.  

Hank grabbed my hips and started to pull me onto his 
cock.  As he did, I threw myself backwards until my 
cheeks slapped against his hard belly and his balls 
bounced against mine.

“Wow!” he exclaimed.

“Oh yes!” I said.

With that, Hank started pounding his cock into me.  I 
pushed back with everything I had.  I’d never fucked 
or been fucked like this before - it was intense!  
Before long, I felt Hank ready to come and as he shot 
his load into my butt, I shot mine onto the back of 
the couch.  I collapsed forward and Hank kept his cock 
in my ass until he had gone completely soft, then 
reluctantly pulled it out.

We showered and I got dressed.  I gave Hank my phone 
number and asked him to give me a call the next time 
he came to town.  He assured me that he would.