Doug Deeson's musings

  Phil turned to see the man he loved, standing naked, erect cock pointing at him. “Well, are you gonna finish what you started?” he asked.   Connor stepped closer and wrapped his big meaty hand around Phil’s neck and drew him in. He leaned down and kissed Phil deeply, tongue probing into Phil’s mouth, Phil reacted by driving his own tongue back into Connor’s mouth. Hands flowed across each other’s bodies, down across backs, onto asses, back up to hold each other’s neck, cupping each other’s head. Connor broke the kiss first by pushing Phil down across the length of his body, until his hard cock was even with Phil’s face.   Phil reached up with his left hand and wrapped two fingers around Connor’s five solid inches and then reached out with his tongue to lightly lap against the sensitive head. A pearl of precum tipped the head and Phil licked it up, tasting the drop of Connor’s essence. A little sweet, a little salty, some tartness, a perfect metaphor for the man it c...

The crack of the bat hitting the ball was a solid sound, heard even over the roar of the crowd.  The ball sails up, arching over the field, it went deep, deeper still and landed in the centre field stands, just shy of the second deck. Connor raised his hand and trotted around the bases.   All 6’2” of blond beefy goodness, slowly making his way around the bases.   His left foot touched home plate and his teammates surrounded him to cheer him on, as his walk off homerun had just won the game for the team. Phil admired Connor’s form as he circled the bases but then shut the TV off and tidied up the kitchen and headed off to bed.   Phil was a bear of a man, big and burly, furry and a bit chubby if he was honest with himself.   He climbed into bed alone and drifted off to sleep. A couple of hours later, he was awakened when a warm body wrapped around him.   The man smelled of soap, and Bleu de Chanel.   A furred blonde arm wrapped around him and pulle...

I’d known John for a few years.  We’d worked together, we were buddies but not close friends.  We’d go out for a few beers after work, now and again, we’d chat around the office or at office parties but didn’t really hang out too much beyond that.  John is about 5’6”, slim (30-inch waist kinda slim), dark brown hair, light skin, green eyes.   He always dressed very nicely.   In our office, Christmas parties are always during the day, so the staff often arranges an after party.   This particular year, as the main party was wrapping up, John mentioned that he wanted to smoke but he’d left his stash at home.   He asked if I wanted to come back with him to get it and relax a bit before the after party.   I honestly had no ulterior motive, was just buzzed and comfortable, so I said sure. When we got to his place, we both kicked off our shoes and relaxed while he lit up.   He handed me the joint and disappeared for a few minutes, when he came...

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...