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Jul 11, 2018

I think I've made you wait long enough.

After all that ranting I did and the work I did on both stories, I've decided to post them both here for you in on post.

You can cast your vote for which one you think is better. The first one I came up with, or the second one that I rebuilt from my swiss cheese memory and what I remember feeling from the first one other than pride.

Heaven forbid you leave a comment here, so I'm trying out a polling site where you don't have to log in and be followed in or noted in any way, other than your vote.

So here we go.

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Remembering For Fun.


I may hire this boy again. I found him, or should I say he found me, at the airport. I don't know if he has the best gaydar on the planet, or he saw me checking him out, or he was desperate enough to just try and see if I was game.

Oh, I was more than game. I took him with me to my hotel and used his fake name to list him as my roommate. I sent him to take a shower while I unpacked my things for the week I was going to be in town. When he walked out with his dark hair dripping wet, as he dried the rest of his body, I walked over him to taste the goods that I would be paying for.

Nothing disappointed me. He sounded sexy when he moaned. He pressed his body into mine that was already naked but for the towel, I had wrapped around my waist. The kiss itself showed experience and tenderness at the same time.

I pulled out of the kiss to whisper in his ear about a few things I left for him on the bed. I glided my hand across his ass as he moved to see them for himself before I made my way to the bathroom for my own shower.

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15 minutes later
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I took a moment to appreciate the sight that was being played out in front of me before I walked back into the main room of my suite. The lube and the dildo he was using as I hoped, but the underwear was a surprise. I thought this act was only something done in bad porn. But if it worked for him, it worked for him. I looked down past his abs to see his cock stretched and smooth as he continued to push that dildo in and out of his pussy ass.

I saw that he was having a little trouble getting it all the way in, so I walked over to give him a hand. I replaced his hand with mine and rubbed his chest as he now laid there and enjoyed himself.

“How old are you?” I asked him.

“Twenty-Four,” he said with a moan and his eyes closed.

“When was the first time you shoved something up your ass?” was my next question.

“I was twelve,” he said and his answer was followed by a shudder that traveled the length of his body.

“What was it?” I asked next as I tried to picture him at 12 sitting in his room with a toothbrush holder in his hand. I realized that I was imprinting my past unto his, but it didn’t stop my cock from pushing against my towel.

“A carrot,” he confessed. I felt myself pause as the answer came out of nowhere to me, but once I quickly pushed back in, he was none the wiser.

“Why?” I asked as I tried to understand.

“Mom didn’t have any cucumbers,” he said as his breathing picked up.

“Who told you to use a cucumber?” I pressed as I slowed down so he wouldn’t come just yet.

“The girl in the video used one and looked like she liked it,” he replied before licking his lips. I bent down and kissed his mouth as my hand almost came to a dead stop.

“Your girlfriend?” I probed, on evidence I didn't have. I didn't think he had anything but boyfriends if they were known to the world or not as such.

“No,” he said as he got his breathing under control and he opened his eyes to look at me. “I was watching a movie with a friend when we had a sleepover at my house. We thought it was one thing and it turned out to be a porno. So, of course, we watched it,” he then laughed as he looked up at me. Fuck he looked cute. I bent down for his lips again. He moaned into my mouth before he started to nibble at my lips.

I started to fuck him with the dildo again and his body just relaxed under me. I rubbed my hand up and around his chest. I could almost feel the trust radiating from his body.

“Did you like it?” I asked once his breathing had picked up again.

“Liked what?” he asked as I heard it in his voice. He was slipping into the pleasure of the prostate massage that I was giving him.

“When you fucked yourself with a carrot,” I said close to his ear before sucking on his neck. He squirmed under me when I did that.

“I didn’t like it, but then I thought I did it wrong,” he gasped for a breath. “I was doing something wrong but I didn’t realize what it was for a year,” he stopped as he started to fuck back against my hand and the dildo.

“When did it get good for you?” I asked as I looked for a memory to help him get off. My own cock was aching to be buried in him.

“My first boyfriend C-carl,” he said with a catch in his voice. I was getting him close. I moved my hand a little faster.

“What did Carl do to you?” I inquired full of curiosity.

“He had real sex toys and he showed me how to use them when I asked,” he started to shake.

“Did you like using them on yourself, or did you like it when he used them on you?” I asked as my hand moved a bit more.

“I didn’t mind doing it when I was by myself, and when we were together I rather he fucked me, but I liked when he used them on me when we were outside,” he confessed. I felt as his balls started to pull away from my hand and up close to the base of his dick.

“You wanted to be caught?” I asked as I started to think of what I could do with him in such situations.

“No. Aahhh. It was from trying not to get caught that got us off, off,” he stuttered.

“Did he stand in front of you so no one saw that he had his hand down the back of your pants?” I asked as I started to really hammer the dildo into his hole. “Did you press your face into his chest to muffle your moans?” I realized that I was starting to get carried away. But I felt a little too good to stop.

“Did you pad your underwear so your cum wouldn’t leak through your pants?” I asked as I made him feel every thrust.

“Yes,” he answered loudly.

“You rubbed your crotch into his thighs didn’t you?” I asked a little louder.

“Yes,” he said louder still.

“He pumped that dildo up your ass as you clung to his shirt, didn’t he?” I grilled him.

“Yes!” he shouted as he started to arch up off the bed.

“Your boyfriend fucked you in public and you liked it so much that you came in your underwear again and again,” I told him.

“YESsss! FUCK!” he swore as he came. I was watching his face the entire time and watched as painful pleasure broke out across his face before he slowly settled into bliss then heavy breathing as he recovered. That was when I was able to pull the dildo and a few of my fingers free. He may be a pro, but he managed to keep his ass ring as tight as any I've fucked before.

“Now it’s mind turn,” I told him as I pulled off my towel and lifted his legs.




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Now for the second one.
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Remembering.

I may hire this boy again. I found him, or should I say he found me, at the airport. I don’t know if he has the best gaydar on the planet, or he saw me checking him out, or he was desperate enough to just try and see if I was game.

Oh, I was more than game once he made it clear why he walked up to me as I waited for the taxi that I Ubered.

"I'm not as expensive as some, but I'm a better fuck than most."

I took him with me to my hotel and used his fake name to list him as my roommate. I sent him to take a shower while I unpacked my things for the week I was going to be in town. When he walked out of the bathroom with his dark hair dripping wet as he dried the rest of his body I walked over to him and tasted the goods I was paying for.

Nothing disappointed me. He sounded sexy when he moaned. He presses his body into mine that was already naked but for the towel I had wrapped around my waist. The kiss itself showed experience and tenderness at the same time.

I pulled out of the kiss to whisper in his ear about the gifts I left for him on the bed. I glided my hand across his ass as he moved to see them for himself. I made my way to the bathroom for my own shower.

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15 minutes later.
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I took a moment to appreciate the sight before me when I walked back into the main room of my suite. The lube and the dildo he was using as I hoped, but the underwear was a surprise. I thought that was only done in bad porn. But if it worked for him, it worked for him. I looked down his body past his abs to see his cock stretched and smooth as he continued to push that dildo in and out of his ass pussy.

I saw that he was having a little trouble getting it all the way in, so I walked over to give him a hand. My hand slid over his and finger by finger, he gave over control to me. His body relaxed as all he did now was experience what I was making him feel.

"When was the first time you put something up your ass?" I asked him in a whisper as I lowered my face to his.

"I was twelve," he said as he took a moment out of his moaning to answer my question.

"What was it?" I then asked as I pushed and pulled the dildo a little faster. I had to give him a moment it seemed as he was concentrating more on writhing under me than answering my question. So I slowed down again. I made long slow movements that couldn't be called thrusts, to have his mind clear up enough to answer me.

"It was a carrot," he told me. I was actually expecting him to ask me what the question was instead of an actual answer.

"Why a carrot?" I asked truly puzzled as I slid my hand across his chest. I felt as his skin rose under my fingers to form a hard nipple. The rest of his chest flushed and got warmer as I explored each dip and curve of his upper body.

"My mom didn't have any zucchinis," he confessed.

"And where did you get that idea from?" I asked as I also punctuated the question with a swift and deep jab of the dildo.

"Ahh!" was the first thing he said. I pulled on his nipple to kinda get his attention. "I," he stopped to lick his lips. "I watched an old porno with a friend on a sleepover at my house," he was able to tell me. I decided to reward him and moved the dildo a little fast.

"Was the friend a boy or a girl?" I asked as I thought about getting him to come while thinking about the memory.

"It was Carl. We were best friends at the time," he confessed as his breathing got deeper. "We didn't plan on watching that kind of movie. We thought it was something else, but we watched it anyway," he continued.

"Of course," I agreed with him. "What boy wouldn't watch porn?" I asked before I leaned down and kissed his lips for the second time. His hands found their way into my hair and he held me in place as he deepened the kiss.

"Oh no," I told him once I pulled myself free. "I want to hear the rest of your story first," I told him. I moved the dildo faster, then slowed it down to ask my next question.

"How did it feel?" I asked as my curiosity fought with my arousal.

"It hurt. I-I thought I did it wrong. But I didn't know what I did wrong until my first boyfriend," he ended in a pant.

"Who was he?" I now focused on, now that I knew his first attempt didn't go that well.

"Matt," he broke off into a moan as I kept the dildo deep and screwed it into him deeper. After a moment of panting, I kissed him. I liked the inside of his lips and sucked on his tongue as I pulled out once again.

"Was he your age?" I asked now as I pulled the dildo out and pushed it slowly back in.

"No," the boy quickly said as if he was trying to answer me while he could still talk. "He was seventeen when we started dating. I was fifteen at the time." I smiled down at his closed eyes at the volunteered information.

"And he liked using dildos on you?" I asked as quickly pushed mine back into him.

"Yes," he gasped as he bowed up off the bed a little. I felt something on my arm and looked down to see that he was starting to leak cum. I looked a little closer and saw that he had been leaking cum, it was just now flung onto me when he moved quickly. I rubbed my own erection at the sight.

"He made me wear some of them in public, then rub his finger over it and my ass hole to get me off when people were around." He went back to gasping as I now continued at a steady pace with the thrusting of the dildo in and out of his ass that was starting to tighten around it.

"You really liked that, didn't you?" I asked him. "Being fondled and cumming in your pants in public," I asked him knowing he would agree.

"Yes," he answered loudly as his body bowed a bit again. "Most of the times we went out together it was just to do that. Find somewhere new that had people and a spot that would hide his hand," He moaned. "Once," he licked his lips. "I couldn't keep quiet and he had to kiss me. Lucky for us we were just outside a gay bar, so .... so... no one bothered us about it," he ended in another huff.

I built on that. I moved faster. I rammed it in him harder. He didn't stay quiet and I didn't want him to be.

"That's right. Come for me boy," I told him as I pushed him towards climaxing. As I found myself getting swept along with his excitement, I made myself breathe through it. Even as my cock tented and rubbed at my towel, I pulled myself back.

Hold off until he's under you. Save your cum for him to squeeze out of you as you make him come a second time. Breathe. Hear how he moans. How he twists and flexes. He loves what you're doing to him now. Wait until he feels your cock. He may follow you home when your week is up.

My mental pep talk ended as I saw something flash by my line of sight. I looked down and saw that cum had reached his left shoulder. I followed the splattered trail down to his still hard cock and my hand that had slowed down while I was in my mental space. I pulled it out and let it drop to the floor with a thud.

I reached to my side to get a condom and rolled it on as I looked down at his sweaty, recovering body. His chest rose and fell slower and slower while he kept his eyes closed and just floated back to the world. I leaned in close and picked up the lube that I saw laying against his left side. My thumb brushed his skin causing him to open his eyes to look up at me. A smile spread across his face as he watched me apply lube to my already dressed cock.

"My turn," I told him as I lifted his legs.


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Which Do You Like Better?

The first one - Remembering For Fun.
The second one - Remembered.
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By The way, the 'winner' will be moved up in my queue so you can see the pics that went with it. The second one will be posted, but not for weeks.