THAT IS THE QUESTION. Now why can’t I do both? What if I were to film him while fucking? That would be fine, but I probably wouldn’t have as much luck getting him to model. It’s definitely one thing to be in front of the camera when it’s in the privacy of one’s property, but having it released to the Internet, that takes a special kind of guy. Like Leo, maybe I should go ahead and sign him and have my way with the Russian. Guess I’ll see how the date goes.
I telephone Sergei the day after I see him at the gym. We chat, he sounds thrilled to hear from me, a little nervous actually. We decide to have dinner together, how about tomorrow night? If I’m not afraid of motorcycles, he’ll pick me up at 7. I’m down with motorcycles – especially since it means I’ll get my hands around him within the first few minutes of the date.
He swings past my place. I swing my leg onto his bike – a sweet BMW that speeds down the road so fast, I’m glad I have someone thick to hold onto. As my hands rest on his mid-section, just below those Adonis-y pecs, my cock grows in Diesel-lyn, pokes its way skyward. I wonder whether he can feel my attraction through his jeans. I also consider how awesome it would be to fuck him on the back of the motorcycle as he drives, though I suspect that might be easier said than done what with the bike being subject to intense thrusts that could send us flying into a ditch.
We eat at Traktir, a small Russian restaurant, which offers a memorable meal. The trio vereniki (Russian-style dumplings) and lamb kabob were spectacular, I’m always glad to sup at new places where you don’t find the regular Weho food and boy crowd, you know? Also, what made this meal intriguing is how much Sergei and I hit it off. Initially he was nervous, wanting to make sure I am having a good time, almost like a little boy, except that he has such big gestures. Some might say where did the sexy go, but his considerate behavior earns him bonus points. Now I am thinking I don’t want to ask him to model, no way, no how.
He smiles. His blue-grey eyes are so clear, I want to throw off the dishes, make him climb onto the table and let me mount him right here and now. But alas, that would have to wait.
Somehow we get on the topic of fantasies, like what’s the perfect place to live, what’s the perfect job and, of course, the perfect sex? After having lived in many cities around the world, Sergei wants to check out
L.A. for a while longer, he’s only been here for about six months and so far, what he has seen, he likes.
Plus, the work is good.
He’s a carpenter, he makes three times more here than what he’d get at home.
He keeps his own hours and he likes working with wood.
I told him I do, too.
Sexually, he admits he enjoys being watched by a third party when having sex.
Does that throw me?
I grin.
I think I might be able to have my cake and eat him, too.
Back at my apartment, we quickly end up on the sofa – first our bodies brush up against one another as we talk. He takes off my shoe, starts rubbing my foot. I do the same to him. As the conversation deepens, he slides closer to me, rubbing my calf, then my thigh, alternating between legs. I can’t wait for him to move higher up.
We scooch closer, my legs wrap around his and vice-versa. We kiss, letting our tongues probe each other’s mouth as our hands explore each other’s body. Having already felt him up from behind, it is great to have the chance to touch him head on. He has really, really meaty pecs that beckon, but they will have to wait as we are busily sucking serious face.
After many minutes pass, I unbutton his shirt, he does the same to me. We tweak each other’s nips as we tongue wrestle some more.
I push him back onto the sofa. I make my way to his crotch via his armpit, which is sexy as all get out, then work my way across his torso, paying close attention to his amazing abs, and – well let’s just say I didn’t have to unbutton his pants to find his gigantic dick.
I kid you not – this was an eleven incher that doesn’t just poke out, it POKES out of his pants. I go to work, paying close attention to the tip, which really makes him squirm, oh those unexposed nerves being licked excited him big time. I wonder – would I be able to take it?
I am not going to give him the opportunity to go for it. I suck his balls, lick and finger his ass and prepare to plow him. He lifts his legs, rests them against my shoulders as I pop on a condom. I push my cock into his hole, he takes it inch by inch until I am deep inside of him, he moans, pulls me close to his face, kisses me. Then he does something I have never seen anyone else do.
Sergei bends his very, very, very big dick back toward his hole and he somehow manages to stuff it inside his ass and self-fuck himself with my dick stuffed as well.
For a moment, all I could think of was how does this guy not have a broken penis? But that is not my problem and, truth be told, having the extra cock lined up with mine makes his hole even tighter, which gets me really going even more, the friction generated down there is so smokin’, I worry the condom might melt.
Harder, faster, harder, faster. That’s what he tells me to do, so I really dig my heels into the sofa and send my hips diving into him, I am literally dripping sweat on his face and chest. Some sweat rolls down his nose and onto his lip, he laps my sweat as we fuck and fuck and fuck and then I could tell by the way his eyes disappear into the back of his head, he is cumming, not on the outside, but inside himself, so as soon as he finishes, I slide out and tear off the condom and shoot my load onto him, the seed mixed with my sweat making a cocktail mess of boy juice.
Lying in post-orgasm mode, I know as much as I want to share him with the rest of the world, I have already crossed the line. I can’t ask him to model now. Sergei rolls over onto his side, still dripping in spunk and reminds me I never answered the questions about fantasies, the perfect city, etc. Well, it’s now or never. I come clean. He sits quietly. I don’t know what he’s thinking, I figure he’s processing and will be out the door in five, but he surprises me yet again when he asks – did he get the job? Isn’t this the audition?
I nearly piss myself laughing, but more importantly, I hire Sergei on the spot.
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August 10th, 2008 at 10:49 pm
everytime i fool around i try an make sex tape coz u never know when u going need um