Doug Deeson's musings

Doug and Jack slept deeply that night, they gravitated into spooning with Doug as the big spoon.  During the night his cock grew hard, he didn’t wake up but, in their position, it began to poke into Jack’s ass.  Jack, still asleep, pushed back onto the hard cock pressing into him.  Doug’s head popped into Jack’s ass and the two men slept on.  In the morning as they came fully awake, they found Doug’s cock still resting just inside Jack’s ass.  Doug was hard.  He wrapped his arm around Jack’s torso and pulled him back and onto his cock further.  Jack moaned as the cock filled him.  Doug, in no hurry, simply rested his cock as far into Jack’s ass as he could, letting the hand on Jack’s torso trail down to find Jack’s own hard cock and gently wrap his fingers around his fiancé’s cock and stroke him.  He made no effort to fuck Jack, just let his hand stroke Jack’s hard cock.  Soon Jack was fucking himself on the hard cock in his ass and fuck...

They finished their drinks, sitting naked and cuddling on the sofa, they turned the TV on but not really to watch anything.  And although it wasn’t that late, they were both feeling tired and decided that early to bed was the thing to do.  Doug, leaned in and kissed Jack, then took their drink glasses into the bathroom and rinsed them, leaving them to dry on the vanity.  Jack joined him and they both took care of their evening toiletries.  They put toothbrushes in glasses and headed back to the bedroom area where they both climbed into bed.  Doug pulled Jack into a cuddle and wrapped around each other, they drifted off to sleep. Doug was the first one to wake up.   They both had kicked the blankets off and Jack lay on his back, naked, his hard cock standing up.   Doug reached over and slowly stroked Jack’s hardon.   He leaned down and took it in his mouth, gently, he didn’t want to wake Jack up just yet.   After a minute, he pulled off and ...

The trip was a surprise for Jack.  Doug had planned it for a couple of weeks.  He’d booked a hotel overlooking Niagara Falls, the Canadian Falls that is.  The room was considered a suite, it held a small living room area (sofa, coffee table and TV), a room divider that was open to allow light and the view through, a king bed and the bathroom held an overly large jacuzzi tub shutters opening to the main room, so you could bath and watch the view of the falls.  The room was on the 12 th floor and the view of the falls unobstructed.  He’d told Jack that they were going away for a few days, but not the destination.  They did have to cross the border to get to the Canadian side of the Falls, but he’d packed both their passports. They crossed and drove up Clifton Hill and circled round to their hotel. Jack had never been to the Falls before and he was excited to see them.   Doug handed the keys to the valet, and they proceeded into the main lobby to check...

 You asked me along as you wanted to pick up a few things and wanted a second opinion, you said and that you’d then be able to have someone watch you change, strip out of your clothes was a bonus for you. I was more than happy to accompany you, as we can always find a way to expose you and that really turns me on.  Seeing you exposed in public or private, that object of art, that rare find, on display for public consumption and for my private viewing pleasure.  I still get turned on by the memories of that first skype call, you got so excited you even shot a load on cam for me, which we had agreed wasn’t going to happen. And now today, here we are entering a high-end clothing shop, the kind of place where the change rooms are small lounges, drinks are served, food offered while the staff fawn over their customers.   You selected several things to try, and we headed to the change room together drinks in hand. As you often are, you were commando beneath the light w...

 The neighbourhood is a little seedy, slightly run down. We’ve spoken once via Skype and you jerked off for me, as I watched you expose yourself, we both more than enjoyed that call.  And I’ve recently hosted you as my personal art exhibit. I recall that occasion fondly. The pedestal sits in the centre of the room.   A three-foot-tall cylinder, surrounded by throw pillows, settees, a few bar tables and stools.   I lead you in.   You are naked, of course. I have you climb onto the cylinder, sitting at first but then decide that standing is better.   Moving to the wall I flip a switch and you start to rotate, very slowly.   Your hands flutter across your mid-section, move down and briefly cover your cock, then back up to your chest.   You look nervous, like you don’t know quite what to expect.  Two lights shine down on you, casting your body in rays of light and some shadow.   You are tonight’s primary exhibit.   You are the displ...

 We met online. He was a singer, songwriter and just beautiful.  Black shaggy hair, that fell over is forehead, framing his deep brown eyes.  He was built, he worked out hard and his body showed it.  I followed him as soon as I saw a few of his pics.  His songs were good, not big hits but catchy and I loved his voice.  At that time, we didn’t talk, he never interacted with me at all.   He was just another rising celeb that I followed.   However, something happened to his career, and it went off the rails.   He disappeared off of social media, though I never found out what that was.   I never bothered to unfollow him. A few years later,   and I get a notice that he’s following me.   He’s back on social media.   He never did explain why he followed me, but we became good friends. We talked about everything, sex practices, masturbatory practices, sleeping habits and working out.   He was trying to restart his career ...

 It had been a long frustrating day and Doug was on his way home, tired, horny, feeling a certain itch.  And he knew just who could scratch it.  He called ahead and told Jack to be waiting, naked on the bed, laying on his back, head hanging over the edge when he got there.  He didn’t ask him to do this. He told him to be in that position. And he had every expectation that Jack would be there waiting for him.  He pulled into the drive and as he climbed the stairs of the porch, he recalled fondly, the times he’d fucked Jack on that porch, Jack leaning over the wall or with his back on the floor.   Neighbours over-hearing, some watching (the old lady across the street, he knew she watched), but he hadn’t cared, and Jack hadn’t either. The thought of his cock sinking into Jack’s ass out here, just put his horn on over-drive.   He unlocked the front door, opened it and went in and was stripping before it closed behind him. He climbed the stairs, that thir...