"Are you flirting with me?" Andy Grant asked. He was 29, tall and slender, with bright green eyes and a brown crewcut. His body was quietly muscled from running and working out every day.
"No." It was almost 10:00 p.m. The only other man in the Hyatt gym had been smiling and looking Andy over for the whole time they'd been working out. "I'm cruising you." He looked like a body-building surfer, in his late teens, with a deep saltwater tan, long blond hair, and an equally blond stubble beard. "You don't mind, do you?" He smiled at the big bulge in Andy's gym shorts. "It doesn't look like it."
Andy was intensely aware of his growing boner. Aside from a little fooling around in his early teens, he'd only had sex with two men—Pete Rosati, his best friend, business partner, and lover for the last four months, and Fred, a big black stud he'd met on a previous trip to San Francisco. "No. I don't mind at all."
"Good." The surfer caught Andy's hand and guided it to his crotch. "Because you're a really hot and I'm horny as hell."
"I never have sex with strangers." Andy fondled the blond man's hard-on through his tightly-stretched shorts. "I'm Andy."
The surfer laughed. "Steve." He pressed his body against Andy's and kissed him, hard and dirty. Andy kissed him back just as aggressively, grinding his crotch into Steve's bulge and kneading his muscular buttocks.
Andy looked past Steve at the big windows at the front of the gym. The hall outside was empty, but he still felt exposed and self-conscious. "Come on." He took Steve's hand and led him into the men's locker room.
"You're all sweaty." Andy pulled Steve's gym shorts down, revealing the sexy surfer's bulging jockstrap. "I like hot sweaty men." He yanked the overstretched jockstrap down, freeing Steve's balls and long hard cock. Andy had an unusually large tool, but Steve's rod was longer and thicker, with a plow-shaped head.
"You're really hot and sweaty, yourself." Steve grabbed Andy and kissed him hungrily, roughly thrusting his tongue against Andy's. "You've got me so fuckin' horny."
Andy pulled away. "I'm gonna suck your cock now." He sank to his knees and cupped Steve's balls, squeezing them gently while slowly stroking his heavy shaft and kissing its tip.
"Oh yeah!" Steve kneaded Andy's shoulders while Andy stretched his mouth over Steve's swollen cock-head. It was a little smaller than Fred's rod, but not much. Andy clamped his lips around the groove between the blond man's cock-head and shaft and licked his oversized glans, tasting the other man's sweetly tart precum.
"Oh fuck. That's good." Steve thrust his hips forward, driving his cock deeper into Andy's mouth.
The first cock Andy had sucked had been Fred's, four months ago, right here in the San Francisco Hyatt on the Embarcadero. He'd been scared when Fred got rough, but then he'd relaxed and taken it. The big black pole overfilling his mouth had quickly become sexy as hell, and his own rod had grown painfully hard. When Fred had bent him over the bed, Andy had been more than ready to take the big man's hard-on up his ass.
Now, Steve was rocking his hips and fucking Andy's face. Andy wrapped his hand around Steve's driving shaft to control his thrusts. The taste of the other man's precum was overpowering.
Steve groaned and drove deep into Andy's mouth, shooting immense blasts of hot salty cum. Andy gulped frantically, trying to swallow all of it. A thin line of thick fluid escaped from his mouth and ran down his chest.
Steve's cock slipped out of Andy's mouth. "That was great." He pulled Andy to his feet and kissed him. "You're so fucking sexy." He reached into Andy's shorts and stroked his boner. "Want me to help you with this?"
"I don't want a hand job," Andy answered.
"That's all right," Steve said. "I'll suck your cock."
Andy shook his head. "No. Fuck my ass."
Steve looked startled. "All right." Even after coming, his cock was still rock-hard. "Uh. You got any lube."
"Not here." Andy laughed. "I wasn't exactly planning . . ."
"Can we go to your room?" Steve asked. "I'm here with my parents."
"Well, I guess . . . But, my boyfriend might be there."
"I don't mind sharing," Steve said. "Does your boyfriend have a problem?"
"No, we've got an open relationship." Except for a couple of weekends with his old girlfriend Gretchen, Andy had been monogamous. And some of the time with Gretchen had been three-ways with her and Pete.
On the other hand, Pete had taken full advantage of their open relationship. Andy had been working out alone because Pete was visiting an old San Francisco trick tonight.
"So. No problem." Steve gripped Andy's hard-on and led him to the shower.
The two sexy studs spent a long time in the shower, running soap-slick hands over each other's bodies—arms, chests, legs, buttocks, super-hard cocks, and tight balls . . . They rubbed stiff cocks until they were close to coming and then Steve put his stiff rod between Andy's butt cheeks and humped his crack.
"Oh yeah!" Andy growled. "That feels good." His cock was so hard it hurt.
"Feels good to me, too." Steve reached around Andy's body and gripped his rigid pole. "It'd be easy to come this way."
"It sure would." Andy pushed Steve's hand away from his throbbing dick. "But, I want to feel you come in my ass."
"We could do that right now." Steve pressed his swollen cock-head into Andy's asshole. "We've got soap."
Andy moaned as the blond man's broad plow-head stretched his anal entrance. It hurt, but made his stiff cock even harder. "Soap doesn't work. It washes away. And it gets in your piss slit and stings like hell." He'd learned that from trying to butt-fuck Gretchen with soap in the shower.
"Okay. Well . . ." Steve pushed in deeper, stopping when Andy gasped in pain and tried to pull away. "You okay?"
"Sure." Andy turned around, plastered his body against Steve's, and kissed him fiercely. They kissed under the hot dancing water for a long time, rubbing stiff cocks and fondling each other's muscular buttocks.
"Excuse me, fellas . . ." Startled, Andy jumped away from Steve and twisted around to find the source of the sudden new voice. A thin man with a long black ponytail and a sparse goatee was standing in the door. He had a big bulge in his Hyatt coveralls. "I've got to close up."
"Uh . . ." Andy had never been more aware of his erection. He was embarrassed as hell, but his dick was still rock-hard. "Sorry . . ." He glanced at Steve. His teenage cock was just as stiff as Andy's.
"You two ain't the first." The thin man grinned at Andy's and Steve's hard-ons. "It's night. Nobody's here. Folks get to foolin' around." His grin widened. "You're just lucky Hannity didn't catch you. He's a real asshole. He'd of made trouble for ya."
Andy turned the water off, stepped out of the shower, and took a towel from the rack. "We'll get out of your way."
"Take your time." The thin man started to turn away. "I'm gonna clean up the women's locker room first." He paused. "I locked the front door. Let me know when you're ready to leave." He walked out of sight.
"That was close," Andy said.
"Yeah." Steve wrapped his hand around Andy's rigid pole. "I figured we'd have to bribe him with a blow job."
"Have you done that?" Andy asked, slowly stroking Steve's hard-on. "Sucked a dick to get out of trouble?"
"Yeah. A high school janitor." Steve kissed Andy. "He caught me and a buddy messing around in the locker room after basketball practice." He got a towel and started drying off, bending over to display his sexy butt and the pretty little puckered hole between his ass cheeks.
They finished drying off, got dressed, and went to find the thin man. He'd just finished mopping the floor in the women's locker room. "Here, I'll let you out." He unlocked the gym's main door and held it open for them. "Y'all be careful."
"Uh . . ." Andy was pretty sure he was blushing. Beside him, Steve was grinning. "Thanks . . ."
"Kinda relieved the boredom." There was a twinkle in the thin man's eye. "And it gives me something to tell the wife." He grinned again. "That'll get her horny as hell."
Andy and Steve took an elevator—a steel and glass cylinder that looked like it had escaped from a 1950s science-fiction film—to Andy's and Pete's suite on the 17th floor.
As the vast atrium lobby fell away, Steve put his hand on Andy's crotch. "You're still hard."
"Yeah." Andy ran his fingers over the equally big bulge in Steve's pants.
Steve glanced at the elevator's glass walls. "Want a quick blow job?"
Andy's swollen cock grew even harder, straining against his tightly-stretched blue jeans. "It'd be fun," he admitted. "But we don't have time." The elevator glided to a stop at the 17th floor and the doors opened.
Andy led Steve down the hall to his and Pete's suite. They'd turned its living room into an office, with two high-powered laptop computers plugged into oversized high-resolution monitors, a high-capacity laser printer, a filing cabinet, and old-fashioned blueprints spread out on tables.
"Man! You've got some operation here," Steve said.
"Yep." Andy pulled the heavy door closed and crossed the darkened living room. "Pete and I are architects. We've got a project here." He stepped into the bedroom and switched on the lights.
The bedroom was empty. Andy was sort of relieved. He didn't want to share Steve. Not the first time, anyway. Pete was a tomcat. That didn't bother Andy, but he wasn't nearly so casual about sex. He was surprised that he'd actually picked up a guy. Or maybe Steve had picked HIM up . . .
"Where's your boyfriend?" Steve asked. "Is he going to walk in on us?"
Andy kicked his shoes off, then unfastened his belt and let his jeans fall down around his ankles. He wasn't wearing briefs and his hard cock snapped up. "Maybe." He kicked the jeans away and faced Steve, naked except for his socks. "He's seeing an old flame. Things might light up again . . . Or they might not." He shrugged. "If it doesn't work out, he'll be back soon. Otherwise, he'll show up in the morning with a big smile on his face."
"And you don't care?" Steve stripped hastily. His cock was just as hard as Andy's.
"Nope. Not as long as he comes back to me." Andy grabbed Steve and kissed him roughly, then pulled away, got a plastic squeeze bottle out of the nightstand, and handed it to Steve. "But, I don't want to talk about that. I just want you to fuck me." He bent over the bed with the palms of his hands flat against the mattress and waved his ass seductively.
"Man! You've got a sexy butt." Steve moved behind Andy. "And I'm gonna fuck the hell out of it."
"Good," Andy said. "That's what I want." His cock was harder than ever. He really liked being submissive . . . sometimes. This was one of those times. "Fuck my ass. Good and hard."
Andy's rigid pole jerked as Steve's lubricated finger pressed into his asshole, stretching it open. He took it easily, relaxing his anal muscles and letting it slide smoothly up his ass. "Yeah!" he said. "That's right."
Steve worked his finger in and out of Andy's ass, twisting his wrist to distribute the lubricant evenly and occasionally pulling out to add more lube, getting faster and rougher as he went along.
"Fuck me now," Andy said. "I'm ready for your big fat cock."
"All right." Steve pulled his finger out of Andy's ass. "I'm sure ready to fuck your sexy butt." His cock-head pressed into Andy's asshole.
Andy moaned and stroked his stiff rod as Steve's broad cock-head stretched his asshole. He held his anal muscles tight, making the surfer boy work for it. Steve pushed in until Andy gasped and tensed up, then drew back slightly. "Fuck!" Andy pushed his butt back to meet Steve's slowly advancing cock. "That's so good."
"Glad you like it." Steve pressed in deeper. "Your asshole is so hot and tight."
Andy screamed when Steve's big knob slipped through his anal ring. "Oh yeah!" he gasped. "That's right."
"Damn! That feels GOOD!" Steve pulled out and then pressed back into Andy's overstretched anus. It hurt, but felt great too. "I'm gonna fuck you now."
"Give it to me." Andy thrust his buttocks backward, taking Steve's long thick rod. His stiff cock throbbed as Steve's big pole invaded his asshole, stopping with the sexy teenager's balls pressed against his ass cheeks.
"Yeah. Just like that." He moaned and rolled his hips as Steve fucked him slowly and steadily, pulling almost out and then driving home again.
Fred and Pete were both great lovers, tender and rough as necessary, giving and taking, matching blazing lust with a genuine emotional connection. They were grown men. Steve was a kid, barely out of high school. Technically, he was almost as skilled as Fred or Pete. Emotionally . . . Well, a teenage boy isn't much more than a walking hard-on, with just enough social skills to find a place to stick his hot rod.
Steve went harder and faster. Andy stopped jerking his throbbing pole and rolled his hips in time with the sexy teen's driving cock.
"Oh man!" Steve slammed Andy's ass. "I'm gonna come." He fucked Andy furiously, smacking his pelvis into Andy's buttocks and sending erotic shock waves through his body.
"Oh yeah!" Andy gasped. "Shoot it for me. I'm ready for—" Steve's first shot splashed his anal walls. "Oh fuck yeah!"
Steve pounded Andy relentlessly, firing another hard hot pulse of cum with each rough thrust. Andy's cock throbbed violently, but he didn't shoot. Not quite.
"Damn, that was good!" Steve pulled his dick out of Andy's asshole, then patted his butt affectionately and stepped away. "Hottest ass ever."
"Yeah." Andy straightened up and turned to face Steve. "You fucked the hell out of me. Just what I needed."
Andy's cock was still rock-hard. The precum leaking from its tip was running down its shaft and over his balls. "You didn't get off," Steve said.
"Nope," Andy answered. "Not yet."
"Want that blow job now?" Steve licked his lips suggestively. "I like sucking cock."
Andy smiled and shook his head. "I'm gonna fuck your ass."
"That'd be all right." Steve's half-hard cock swelled rapidly. "Want me to bend over?"
"Get on your back. I want to see your face."
Steve lay on his back at the foot of the bed and folded his knees against his chest, lifting his butt. "Come on. I'm ready for you."
"Good." Andy picked up the little squeeze bottle and stepped between Steve's elevated ankles. "Because I'm gonna pound the hell outta your sexy butt." He lubricated his index finger and slid it into Steve's asshole.
"Oh yeah," Steve said. "That feels good." He moaned and rolled his hips as Andy worked his finger in his butt, occasionally pulling it out to add more lube.
"Fuck me now," Steve said. "I'm ready for your big hard cock."
"All right." Andy slathered lubricant on his stiff pole and pressed its head into the center of Steve's puckered hole.
"Oh man!" Steve stroked his stiff rod frantically while Andy's cock-head stretched his anal muscles. "Your cock is fuckin' BIG!"
Andy was startled. Steve had seemed to be so sexually experienced. "What? Are you a virgin?" He pulled back a bit, reducing the pressure on the blond boy's anus.
"No." Steve was frozen, except for his hand gliding over his hard cock, staring at Andy's face. "But, I've usually done the fucking. And your cock's bigger than my buddies' dicks."
"You want me to stop?" Andy pushed in a little deeper. "Somehow, I don't think so."
"Oh hell no!" Steve lifted his butt, increasing the pressure on Andy's cock-head as it opened the sexy surfer's anal ring. "Just take it a little easy."
Andy smiled at the sexy boy. He'd never figured he'd be breaking in a near-virgin. He was only a few months past being a virgin himself . . . He pushed in carefully, drawing back slightly when Steve tensed up, and then going in a little deeper.
Steve gasped and started to jerk away. "How you doing?" Andy asked.
"It's all right. I just . . ." Steve seemed to gather his courage and then thrust his buttocks toward Andy. "Fuck!" he screamed as Andy's cock slipped through his tightly-stretched anal ring and plunged into his depths.
Andy held still with his balls pressed against Steve's butt cheeks. His cock throbbed, but he didn't come. Steve's asshole was unbelievably hot and tight. "Damn!" he said. "You've got a sexy ass." He drew back and then pushed in, making Steve groan.
"Tell me the truth," Andy whispered. "You were a virgin." He pulled completely out, stopping with his cock-head kissing Steve's anal entrance. "Weren't you?"
"Yeah," Steve admitted. "I've always been a top. The most I've done is finger my ass while I jack off. That always makes me come fast."
"Do you like this?" Andy slipped his cock-head back through Steve's tight anal ring, stopping just inside. Then he pulled all the way out and pushed back in again, going balls deep this time.
Steve had stopped beating his meat. His cock jerked violently as Andy slid home. "Oh fuck yes!" He clamped his anal muscles around Andy's swollen pole. "I've never . . ." He clenched and released his ass muscles several times and then said, "Fuck me good and hard. I'm ready."
"All right." Andy started slowly, to get Steve used to his sliding cock and to keep from coming too quickly. The tension in his balls receded and he increased the pace, slapping his pelvis against Steve's butt cheeks.
"Your cock feels so good!" Steve gasped.
"So does your ass." Andy stopped with his cock all the way up Steve's butt, then leaned forward and kissed him, starting out tenderly but quickly advancing to aggressive tongue kissing. Steve kissed Andy back while slowly rolling his hips and shifting Andy's cock in his asshole.
"Now, I'm gonna pound your ass." Andy gripped Steve's ankles and spread his legs in a wide Vee, lifting his buttocks higher, and hammered the hot teenager's ass, hard enough to shake the bed.
"Come on," Steve moaned. "Shoot it." He jacked his stiff cock while swinging his butt in time with Andy's jackhammer thrusts. "Fill my ass with your hot—"
"Oh man!" Andy gasped. "I'm coming!" He fired a heavy pulse of hot cum up Steve's ass.
"Fuck yeah! Shoot it!" Steve cried as Andy hammered his asshole, coming with each rough thrust. Cum fountained from his teenage dick, splashing his crotch, belly, and chest.
Finally spent, Andy collapsed on top of Steve and kissed him tenderly. "Man, that was good," he whispered.
"For me, too," Steve said. He kissed Andy back, but then stiffened and pushed Andy away. "Jesus! What time is it?"
Andy looked at the clock on the nightstand. "12:15."
"Oh fuck! I gotta go. My parents—"
Steve took a quick shower and then left. Typical teenage boy—coming and then going. Andy couldn't blame him. He'd have been the same at that age, if he hadn't been so shy.
They'd traded contact information. Steve and his parents would be in San Francisco for another week, so they might see each other again.
Andy closed the door behind Steve and then walked naked through the dark living room and out onto the suite's private balcony. The Embarcadero, with Treasure Island and the Bay Bridge behind it, gleamed like jewels in the night.
The breeze off the bay was cold and he started to shiver. He was turning to go back inside when strong hands gripped his waist, holding him in place.
"Quite a show," Pete's voice said. "You and the high school boy." Pete flattened his naked body against Andy's back, nestling his hard cock between Andy's butt cheeks.
"You were watching." Andy's hard-on was back with a vengeance.
"Yeah." Pete reached around Andy's body and gripped his rod. "He had you bent over the bed when I came in." He humped Andy's crack while slowly jacking his stiff pole. "It was a great show."
"You could have joined us." Andy was secretly glad Pete hadn't.