This erotic literature contains explicit sexual content and should only be read by adults. If reading descriptions of explicit sexual activity would in any way be offensive to you or illegal for you to do, you must stop reading this immediately. Continuing to read beyond this point is your agreement that you are aware of what lies ahead and legally allowed to read this material. Thank you. The author of this story (Mikes_Fantasies) reserves all rights to this story--reproducing this story without the author's permission is prohibited 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.