late afternoon, Sunday

Sunday morning they did their usual domestic things in the house; reading, cooking, relaxing on the sofa, watching TV. In the late afternoon they went out together. One of these magical Sunday afternoons, with their familiar routine they have established, in order to strengthen their bond - emotional and sexual.

The older partner, bare-chested, took his man down to the basement of the men’s club. The younger lover was no longer the cub he used to be; nevertheless, as always, he surrendered to the will of his partner’s desire. No words, just the dim silence of the room and their breathing. As he was getting fucked, he felt his partner’s hands stroking his back and goose-bumps arose on his body. He eavesdropped on the silence, to hear the sound of other men approaching. Finally, four came and stood to watch the burly mature man probing the ass of the handsome younger man. One after the other, they pulled their cocks out of their flies, enjoying the scene, stroking dick. One of them was exceptionally endowed; both lovers noticed the protruding, thick and veiny tool above the firm grip of its owner’s hand. The young man looked at the big cock mesmerised, waiting. His lover pulled out of his ass and had him kneel in front of the four men; he joined them, the fifth man in the dick-stroking semicircle around his lover. “Make them all cum, but save the big one for last”, he said and all heard. The younger lover obeyed and, after he took off his t-shirt, he started sucking cock; the big, mouth-filling one first, to proceed systematically to the rest. He made them all cum, leaving last the rich torrent that spurted out of the enormous man-tool to fall on his chest; to join the cum of the other three men.

When the four men left, the two lovers were alone in the room, once again. The younger man had his middle-aged lover standing next to him, with his arm around him and his hand on his chest to feel the pleasure of the soothing cream; a rich smell of manhood besieged their nostrils. They both came, kissing in the mouth, jerking off together; a deep kiss, equally passionate both from emotion and from sexual arousal.

flexing

working in the docks

He leans on his side, with one shoulder resting on the wall. Tall and muscular, his face is a match to his sturdy build: sun-tanned, wind-burned and rugged, from working outdoors all these years, in the docks. With faded blue eyes and a masculine nose.  He has his fly unzipped, to hold in his right hand a gifted manhood; his curled calloused fingers stroke the heavy and long rod with deftness but slowly, in order to avoid a full erection. The passing men check on him, as he stands in composure. He keeps his face turned towards the screen. When he attracts the attention of one of the passing men, he checks out too, with a confident glance. The man can be one of the familiar patrons; or someone new, one of the crew of a ship that docked in the port. He never makes the first move; he stands resolute, with his pale eyes fixed on the screen and with a firm expression on his face. If there is no chemistry, if he feels no attraction for the man, he slightly raises his left hand, abruptly signalling discouragement to any display of sexual intent. If he likes the man, he lets him proceed. For his big cock that rests on the palm of his strong hand, the hand of strapping blue-collar man, has been a lure for many men. But he has his own desire. His cock is only for him to touch and feel. He discourages such a movement from the other man. What he is after is the manhood of the other man. Thus, if the other man gets the message and still feels the desire to go ahead, all is fine, they are both set. And then he goes ahead with his routine, which he enjoys quietly, almost inexpressibly. He lowers his pants and lets the other man’s hand slip down on his buttocks; he senses stimulated, raising his head up somewhat and closing his eyes. He enjoys when the man slides his finger into his hole. Sometimes, he gets a little carried away; he allows the man a hasty, awkward kiss on his mouth. He doesn't pull his head away; he feels the other’s man breath on him and the man’s lips crawling on his cheek and neck. The closest to tenderness he has ever been. He gets lost in a satisfying daze, with his face retreating to a blurred expression, as the man’s finger fucks him in the ass. If the sexual chemistry asks for more, he bows to suck the dick of the man, avidly and thoroughly deep, to make sure that he gives the man the biggest hard-on he can get. Then, he passes the man a condom and bends once again, with the man behind him, to have him cock-plough his ass. As the moment approaches, it’s the only time when he allows heavy groans and indiscernible muttering to escape his mouth. After that, he unloads heavily, a cum-shot that hits directly on the floor. His hard manhood has reached an enormous size, from the pleasure of having his ass fucked; man to man. But he keeps his cock to himself; it’s for no else to feel as it spurts the voluminous ball-load on the floor.

That’s what he likes and he expects nothing more. He is a middle-aged man, working in the docks all his life - since he moved into the port city as a young adult. This is the place he will remain and this is the only life he will ever know. His few friends are his family. And the passing moments of silent pleasure are his love romances. He never thought of asking for more. He is a masculine desire of many men. But he has accepted the few that life has brought in manly pride and solitude.

a friendly hand

Jiraiya - Illustration of G-men038 (1999)

dripping wet

two young men

I watched the two bare-chested young men; it was such a sight to watch them play. One sat on the seat, the other sat on the first one’s thighs, holding from the seat. The former had his face against the chest of the latter, sucking his nipples, relishing with pleasure. The latter, with bliss shining on his face, looked towards me. He opened his mouth a bit and with eyes semi-closed, he kept his face turned towards me. His tongue showed slightly between the lips, as his partner kept working on his nipples. I approached, already hard, and took my dick out to give the young man some to taste; my hand rested on his head, my thumb played with his ear. He whispered to his excited partner about my presence and as they took turns sucking me, my hands stroked lovingly both their heads. They were like puppies, playfully enjoying. I let them play for some minutes and then I pulled my cock in; I zipped my fly and moved on, to let them continue on their own. For they were both so handsome in their love making that it made me feel like an intruder.

the painting on the wall