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Lust, Like Thirst: 1 La Guitarra

These 3 stories are about sexuality and our desires for it. They explore bisexuality, homosexuality, and heterosexuality. They are not about judgments of sexual preference, but about our seeming insatiable desires regarding sex. If you have certain hangups, fine. These stories are not for masturbation. I would greatly appreciate your comments and votes. ]

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I am sitting in a Starbuck’s, trying to drink coffee from the cup shaking in my hands. I don’t remember being this nervous about anything.

[author, why am i such a dolt at the beginning of every story you put me in? can’t i for once, just once, be a strong character from the get-go?

development, michael. it’s called character development. you’re a main character and main characters always must change in a story. sometimes they get better. sometimes not. maybe you are starting strong and you’ll became more of a dolt! we’ll see.]

I had met Roberto online in a “bi-4-bi” chatroom. He was easy to talk to, had a great sense of humor. We enjoyed many of the same interests. We’re both in our early 50s. He’s married; I’m divorced, maybe looking. But mostly, we weren’t online to discuss cooking or Spanish music or life in the suburbs. We both really wanted to suck cock. We each had dreamed off and on about it much of our lives, fantasized about it, swapped pictures of men sucking men nine ways to Sunday

We exchanged photos of each other. He wasn’t the “hot shit” looker of my dreams, but he wasn’t bad. 5’11”, 180 pounds. In decent shape for our age. I’m sure I wasn’t the spicy chorizo he had imagined in his fantasies either! I’m an inch shorter and 15 pounds lighter. I am “muy blanco,” not a Latin lover he might prefer! I lift weights but am not a bodybuilder. Just enough for some tone. Most people who don’t know me think I’m in my mid-40s. Neither of us had wanted a “pick-up and suck” experience.

That must be him, I think. He said he’d wear a black leather jacket and jeans. Yeah, he looks like his picture, better looking in person. I look at his ass. A lot better looking in person. That’ll be a nice ass to hold onto, I think. I told him to look for a guy in black jeans and black western boots with chains. Long brownish-blond hair. Still got a little hippie in me! Got gassed by Daley’s pigs in Grant Park in 1968.

As he waits for his order, he looks around the cafe. I don’t know whether to wave or let him find me. I look at him, willing him to see me. He does, and nods his head in recognition. Shit! I can hardly breathe! Was I ever this nervous with a woman? Maybe. I watch as he approaches my table. He is not wearing underwear, his cock tucked down the left side of his levis.

“Hello, Michael,” he says quietly with a smile, sitting down.

“Buenos Dios, Roberto!” I clumsily say, trying to rolls my R’s. Nothing in our chats indicated he spoke Spanish regularly, though he has mentioned visiting relatives in Puerta Vallarta and eating pollo de mole at Las Cazuelas. He looked of mixed blood in his photo.

“Nice boots, Michael!” he says. “Muy caliente!” I’m sure I blush. He laughs. I lift my cup and my hand shakes so much half the coffee spills on my lap. He laughs again.

“If we were at my house, I’d lick you clean!” I feel a tingle in my crotch.

[he’s a nice guy. he’s trying to make you relax, michael. let the story unfold.

jesus, author, i’m 54 years old, never been sexual with a man, and you tell me to relax! you fucking try it!

i did. relax.]

We make small talk. No, the Cubs will not win a fucking thing, again. Yes, it’s been a sweltering summer-and my lawn crunches beneath my feet. His brown eyes sparkle. He tries to be light and I am sodden. If this is an interview, I am not going to get the job. I answer his questions in monosyllables. I look away from him. I am lukewarm and flat, a bottle of cerveza in the sun.

“Can we walk, Roberto? I need to walk these nerves off.” He understands. We take our coffee outside.

“Roberto, I’m sorry. I’m a much nicer person than I am showing you now,” I say as we walk.

“I know you are, Michael. From our chats. I am quaking too, inside. Look, I think we know what we want to about each other. We’re already friends, sort of. We both like to cook. We like blues and flamenco guitar. I still like soccer much more than you. I will change your mind! Now, we’ve met. Why don’t we just suck each other like we say we want to?”

I stop and look at him. So nice and simple. No courting. No notes or flowers or conversations filled with innuendo. No parry and thrust. I smile.

“I cannot wait! Really!” I say. I mean it. “Nice ass, Roberto. Very nice ass!” I think he also blushes, but he is darkened from the summer sun.

“Wear those boots, Gringo. You’re really sexy in them!” I never thought a man saying that would get me excited, but we part and I am half hard. A good sign.

His wife knows he thinks he is bi. She understands, bursa escort he said, knows something about lust herself. So far it is all just talk, hypothetical; he does not know how she will react when his desires become reality. Fuck, he says, neither does he. They have been married only a year. Her ex-husband, Bret, taught business at the University of Wisconsin. He was bisexual as well. She has told Roberto she would rather have him use their house than go to some motel or the back of a van. She is a wonderful woman, he has told me, a spiritual, sensual, beautiful woman. His bi desires do not relfect on his feelings toward her. They have a good sex life. He and I just crave cock.

I arrive at his house around 10 o’clock that night. His wife usually goes to bed around 9:30. As I walk up the front stairs, the door opens. He is waiting for me. We exchange quiet hellos and he asks me to follow him to the basement. There is the faint smell of poblanos and cumin from dinner. The basement is a very nice room with a fireplace, burgundy-leather sofa, pool table. A beautiful print of Bosch’s “The Ship of Fools” hangs on one wall. I see a weight machine in a corner and family photos on another wall. He has three daughters from his previous marriage, all grown. Two are married. He wants grandkids. I avoid looking at the pictures. That is his real life. I will never be part of it. I walk up to a Conde Hermanos flamenco guitar propped against a chair. I have heard that it reveals the voices of angels.

“Yours?” I ask.

“Si, though I am not too good. Not enough time to practice. I play for the family on holidays.”

Since this morning, I have settled down and simply just want him. I move to him and pull up on his t-shirt and he helps me pull it off. He is hairier than my fantasy, but as I rub his chest, he feels pleasantly furry. I bend to suck his nipples. His chest is firm, though not hard-there is just enough give for me to enjoy his breast. His nipples are hard and he moans as I suck and lick them. I have begun to have sex with a man. No turning back, now. Don’t want to.

In our chats, we agreed we didn’t really want any of that “faggy stuff”-kissing, hugging, necking. I drop to my knees and undo his pants, pull them down, and help him out of them. I stare at the outline of his cock in his red satin thong. I kiss it and lightly bite it. Fuck, this isn’t what I came here for! I pull his thong down hard and I am finally fucking face-to-face with what I have craved. I grab Roberto by the hips and I slurp him into my mouth. Oh, God, yes! He moans. I moan. Within seconds, I begin to feel the blood flow into him. I move my hands to that sweet ass and push him toward me, push his cock farther in, push his groin against my head. His hands are behind me, just holding me, forcing nothing. I suck his cock eagerly, perhaps a bit too fast.

We had both joked about how women neglect balls, so I move to his. They are giant cojones! I raise his cock and lift his balls with my tongue. They are incredibly heavy and hang low. I had told him I thought about wanting to suck on low-hanging balls. His email said I would not be disappointed. I suck each into my mouth and lick them, roll them around, feeling their gravity. I hope they are filled to the brim with cum. Roberto arches back and moans. He caresses my head. Then he lifts up under my shoulders, raising me. I do not want to. I want to suck him right here, now, and mouth-fuck his brains out!

“Bueno, Miguel! Great!” he chuckles a little. “Now, let me suck you.”

Roberto unbuttons my shirt and I become nervous again. My fantasies never involved a man doing me. They were always of me sucking. He lets my shirt drop to the floor and he draws me to him. Bare chest to chest. He is hot, his hard nipples heat mine. I reach behind him and press him to me. Both of us start breathing fast. I relax to him.

He sucks my nipples and I moan. I love watching him lick them and kiss them, suck them into his mouth. He moves up my chest, continuing to kiss and suck my skin. He reaches my neck and kisses me there, all over. I grind my hips into his and Roberto presses back. I feel his rock-cock twitch against me.

“Sit on the sofa, Miguel, por favor,” he says leading me there. When I am sitting, he kneels in front of me, lifts each leg, and removes my boots. He then reaches for my pants, unbuckles the silver concho, unzips me, and pulls them down. I arch back and wiggle my ass. I did not bother wearing underwear. He then helps me put my boots back on.

“You are so hot and sexy naked in these boots, Miguel! Grind them into my back as I suck you hard!” He puts his arms under my thighs and pulls me to the sofa’s edge. He blows on my cock and balls and licks at them.

“”You are a sexy suck-boy! I am going to make you feel like a sexy suck-boy!”

He sucks my semi-hard cock and bobs on it, licking its underside. Licking it dozens of times, coaxing blood to fill it. I dig my boots into his shoulders, bursa escort pulling him to me, and Roberto growls, sucks harder. He grasps my sack and pulls my balls into a tight mound, and sucks them, kisses them, blows on them. I dig deeper and harder into his back. I arch up, thrusting into him. He takes me easy and growls again. He tongues underneath my balls, follows my erection to its source. We had laughed online when we talked about our sizes. When I asked how big his erection is, he asked “Which one? The one a man measures or the one a man feels?”

I am close to cumming and do not want to and do want to and don’t want to. I not only love Roberto’s suck and want it to continue for much longer, but I want to finish him before I cum, because after I cum all sexual desire leaves me. I want to keep my sexual desire for Roberto so I can suck him with wanting, not from a feeling of reciprocation.

I remove my legs from his back and sit up. He looks surprised, wonders if he did something wrong. I hold his head and then I kiss him lightly on the forehead.

“I am too close too fast, Roberto. If you want to finish me, then do. But I would like to take your load first.”

“Si. I remember what you have said. I want to finish you, but I can wait. I will finish you later, Miguel. I will have your cum in me tonight!”

I stand and Roberto lays stretched on the sofa, his bronzed skin almost melting into the leather. He looks handsome and masculine, his cock laying to one side. I take a mental picture of this-I want to remember how we two virgins looked, never to look quite this way again. Then I lower myself to my knees, suck his right tit, and quickly work to his groin. I suck his cock into me and I groan. It is hot. I suck until he is steel-hard, letting him thrust up into me. He turns on his side. I lick the shaft, following each bulging vein as it criss-crosses him, firming him into rigid heated flesh. Cupping his balls in one hand, I hold his cock with the other. I impale my head on it, go fucking crazy bobbing on it. Sucking hard, not sucking at all, letting his silky skin tingle my lips. His moans tell me my suck is good. I lie flat on my back and pull him off the sofa, suck him into me again. Now, the curve of his cock matches my throat and I take him in completely. He senses the fit, and begins to fuck my face, his heavy balls gently pressed to my nose. I hold his hips as he glides in and out of my mouth. I reach around to grab his tight ass and feel his muscles tense and relax as he fucks my throat. He is fucking me faster and faster and I sense he will cum soon.

“I want you, Roberto, me on my knees. You standing. I want you to grab my head and fuck me!” He laughs and stands as I kneel before him. “Si, I know, ‘fuck my face’!” He grabs my head. I reach and clasp his ass and pull him to me. He plunges in and I become a suck machine, letting him pump me with his cock. I am so hot and I can barely breathe. His ass becomes a heated machine. My cheeks are sunken from my hard suck. My lips burn, and I release more spit to help his glide.

Then, there’s the one thrust-the one I know that just sent the signal to his brain. He holds my head tightly and firmly. He does not announce it. I lick his glans. He spurts. Three or four hit my throat, hot jizz pulsing into me. I do not swallow. I am surprised I do not choke or gag. More cum gushes onto my tongue. He is salty. His groan is from deep within, and long. More cum gushes out as I suck. More, a little more, a little more, a little more, altogether, a lot…and he is done. Another groan as he releases me. I milk him and lick the drops that emerge. He pulls out of me. Then, I swallow Roberto’s seed and feel I have never tasted or felt anything so wonderful as it slides down my throat.

“Yes!” I quietly say, in a quivering voice, relieved, pleased, happy.

“Que?” he asks.

“All these weeks of fucking talking about it and you came in my mouth and down my throat so nice and easy.” I stand. “You taste better than anyone could write about!”

[you should have let me do this about ten years ago, author, this bisexuality. i would’ve been a much more versatile character in your stories!

you couldn’t have done this ten years ago, michael, because i hadn’t done it ten years ago! are you getting the picture? michael, sometimes you whine so, even when my life for you is good! especially when my life for you is good!]

“Now it is my turn!” he says. He pushes me down on the couch and sucks me as before, spreading my legs wide, with my boots digging into his back. I dig them into him and he leans forward. I know how to make Roberto growl now! He sucks me wildly and eagerly, never stopping except to work on my balls. My mind is still caught up in his cumming that I can barely feel what he is doing. I look down and see this hot guy sucking me, bobbing his head over and over, rubbing his tongue under my cock, and I feel a crescendo of cum building inside. bursa eskort I use my legs to pull him forward, my heels in his shoulder blades helping him pump his head on me. He grabs under my ass and massges it with his strong hands, uses it to pump his face with me. He holds me down his throat and I exhale loudly. I cum…and cum…and cum. I feel like I’m peeing cum. It’s leaving me not in spurts but in a continuous flow. I see stars. I picture my cock shooting my cum into his mouth, him swallowing, tasting me, enjoying me.

We remain in our positions, quiet. He rises and stands in front of me.

“Michael,” he gasps to say, then stops. “Miguel….” He still cannot find words. “Muy…muy bien!” he says with a light laugh and puts his hand on top of my head. He sort of stumbles and falls down next to me. “Your cock is el grande, Miguel! Mucho cum! I thought I might drown!”

We catch our breaths.

“Want a Dos Equis, Miguel? Cerveza Fria?”

“Oh, God, yes. Si! That would be great!”

We walk to the fridge and he pops the caps off two bottles. “Come with me,” he says and I follow into another, smaller room. There is a hot tub. I remove my boots and we get in. The water feels like hot silk.

“To your sexy, hot yanqui bod!” Roberto clinks his bottle to mine. “To your big burrito!” I say, and we laugh and chug the beer down, all the way, without stopping. It is so cold, so bubbly, so good. We belch, and laugh.

We just sit there, our elbows on the edge. I replay the thousand sensations-the nervousness, the wanting, the skin upon skin, mouth to cock, cock to mouth, the creamy saltiness of him, hot water, cold beer.

I move in front of Roberto and kneel between his legs. “I want you to fuck me, Roberto. I want your hot cock in me, fucking me, grinding into me, shooting more cum into me. Will you? When you are ready?”

He does not answer. We did not talk much about fucking, only sucking. He cups his hands to my ass and moves one finger to my hole. He begins inserting it and I push my ass down against it. He pushes deeper and I squirm on it. “Fuck me, please, Roberto. I am selfish. I am ready to have you there.”

He still does not answer. Maybe I am stepping over the line, this first time. Maybe the sucking is enough, is supposed to be enough. I move across the tub, opposite him. It is a physical distance, but there is a greater mental distance. Finally, he wades over to me.

“Miguel. Si, I will fuck you, if that is what you want. It’s just that….” He pauses. “It’s just I do not want to be fucked back.”

I’m relieved. I tell him that is fine. I want to be fucked. I do not need to fuck back. Then he says, “I have not told you this. I did not want this to be part of our discussions before. You and I wanted to suck cock. That was our desire. We have done that, taken and swallowed each other’s seed.” Again he pauses to look for the words. “Today, I told Elena, my wife, that I had found a man to have sex with. I told her all about you, that you were handsome-for a gringo!” he laughs. “She said….”

I’m a little slow here, my mind hearing the words and trying to catch up to what they mean.

“Si, she would like to join us. I told her I wanted just you and me at first, but maybe…later in the evening…I would bring it up. It is your decision.”

I’m a bit stunned. This had never been part of my fantasy.

[author, couldn’t this just be a guy story? you know, two guys have sex and a good time, watch a little baseball or porn movie, shoot pool naked?

you were in a guy story, michael. don’t you remember ‘jacks of all trades’ about the male-bonding weekend? i think then you asked me where the fuck the broads were?]

“She is very pretty, Miguel,” Roberto adds. “I still stop and look at her beauty. But that is not where she is most beautiful!”

“And what does she want? To approve me? Stamp me with a seal? Is this fucking meet-the-wife night?” I yell, far too edgy. “I’m sorry, Roberto. Really sorry. I just wasn’t expecting anything like this! Why bring a woman into this?”

“It is hard to describe, Miguel. There is another dimension within her that I still cannot explain, even after a year with her. She is my mentor as well as my wife. I want to share her with you. It is, shall we say, a gift to you. She has asked me to bring her to you.” He is so sincere and tender. “She really does want to meet you!”

“Okay, Roberto.” Sometimes, letting things happen is best.

[you are learning now, michael. see, you aren’t the dolt you thought you were! still time, though!]

He towels off, puts on a robe, and goes upstairs. I walk over to the photos on the wall-the ones that were not supposed to become part of my life. There is one older picture in which all three daughters and what I guess is the mother stand before a Christmas tree. But that was twenty years ago. What is the new wife?

I feel uncomfortable standing naked in Roberto’s basement while he fetches his wife for a three-way or two-way or whatever is on their minds. I decide to return to the tub. I wade in, let the warmth overwhelm me, and lean back against the wall, closing my eyes. I hear Bach’s Chaconne in my memory. Andres Segovia. I drift off into my own world.

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