GAY EROTIC STORY
"Gay Bukkake"

Half an hour ago, we had exchanged glances across the aisle in the conference room. I was intrigued. He was a good-looking guy, Japanese, with a husky build from what I could see, and dark, penetrating eyes. I smiled, signalling interest, and when he got up to leave, I followed.

In the corridor, he didn’t waste any time. “My name is Ken,” he said. “You like sex with me?” Even as we’re shaking hands, he doesn’t hide his interest in my body.

“You bet,” I replied and wrote my room number on the back of my business card for him.

“You like gay bukkake, Nick?”

“What’s gay bukkake?”

“I show you. Okay?”

“Sure,” I said, looking at my watch. “Give me half an hour, Ken? I’d like to have a shower first.”

I’d heard that Japanese are fiends for cleanliness, so I douched, hoping he’d be a switch hitter like me. Then I set the door ajar, put a bottle of lube on the bedside table, lit a joint, and lay back, legs spread, and waited. I’m big, hairy, and muscular – and proud of it. The size of my cock, even half hard, makes some men uneasy. Ken might as well see, first off, what he’s taking on. I sure hope his sexual fantasies are as varied as mine, because I’m primed. But I’m curious about what gay bukkake is. Oh well, I’m always willing to learn. And when I hear his knocking, I call out, “Come in, Ken. It’s open.”

The door is just out of my visual range, but I hear him close and lock it. When he appears, dressed in sweats, he stops and just looks at me, taking his time, scanning my body from head to toe. Then he slowly sheds his clothes and stands with his arms folded across his chest. He’s got a splendid physique – muscular arms, torso, and legs – but what’s startling is that, other than his head, he has no hair, anywhere. I’m gazing at his smooth flesh, his ridges of his abs, the sculpted domes of his pecs displaying prominent nipples. His heavy cock hangs in front of low-hanging testicles. And no pubic hair. It makes him look both powerful and vulnerable – and it’s a major turn-on.

When I take a drag on the reefer and offer it to him, he comes to the side of the bed, kneels one leg beside mine, and bends forward, letting me hold the joint for him. He inhales a mouthful, and tilts his head back. With my free hand, I reach between his thighs to touch his hairless balls. They feel like velvet eggs when I fondle them. The texture is electric. Then I slide my arm further, and he spreads his thighs and leans forward for another puff, letting me explore his taut, muscled butt. He flexes his ass against my hand, looks down, first at his own expanding cock, resting on my forearm, and then across my chest, my stomach, and my crotch.

“You’re a big man, Nick,”

“I like what I see, too. So help yourself, Ken. I’m not planning on holding back when I make love to that prime body of yours.”

He accepts a final hit of grass and then reaches for the lube. “Beautiful cock,” he says, lowering his mouth over my stiff column, and he slowly swallows all of it, until I can feel his throat muscles massaging the head. Only a couple of guys have ever done that, and Ken’s technique is wicked. I close my eyes and enjoy the waves of pleasure. His skill is amazing. Without breaking rhythm of his sucking action, he hands me the lube and straddles my body. His ass, smooth and hard, is just in front of my face. It invites probing, and I’m happy to oblige, coating my fingers with lube and then squirting some on the puckered entrance. I finish the joint and, putting the bottle aside, I work one finger around the ass-ring, watching it pulse open and close. I’m want to tantalize him, just as he’s doing with my cock.

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