Story Orgy Monday - Sweet Meet part 4 (NSFW)

Happy happy Monday, Story Orgy fans! Another busy week has come and gone and I hope you all are doing well. I have a lot on my plate, but it’s all good. There’s not really any news to share with you (that I haven’t shared already). And since I’m so busy, I hope you don’t mind that I just keep moving right along. Nah, I didn’t think you would care *grin*. Psst...you can always just stare at the eye candy that SO's beautiful Jade Basier picked out for us. Mmmm...

This week’s prompt is based on a sentence. I won’t share the sentence with you though. However, you do have the opportunity to enjoy part four of the story Man Meet.

Additionally, you have the opportunity to visit my fellow orgiasts and read their stories as well. That way you can find the commonality and figure out what the prompt sentence is. C’mon and follow me. Let’s get started!

Man Meet part four

Using his hand as a visor, Oscar peered into the bright light. The stranger who stood shadowed against the sun caused the butterflies in Oscar’s stomach to take flight. Oscar had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable.

Oscar couldn’t help but think the worse. I know he didn’t think I would be his little party favor. “Elias. What the fuck’s going on?”

Elias stepped around the visitor, wrestling with the stuff in his hands. “I was just grabbing the condoms and lube, and the doorbell rang.”

“I recognized your hot little ass right off. You don’t recognize me?” The guest pushed Elias aside with the back of his hand and stepped around him.

That voice!

Oscar’s head swam. “Oh yes. I remember you. How could I forget that revolting attitude?” Perturbed, Oscar worked his shorts back on.

“Sergio. Just move.” Elias’s tone was clipped.

“Ah. Sergio. So that’s your name.” Oscar slid to the side of the chair and stood.

“As a matter of fact…” Elias emptied the contents of his hands into the lounger. “You’re interrupting. It’s time for you to go.” 

The controlling attitude calmed Oscar’s nerves and added a hint of promise to the edgy situation.

Elias didn’t bother taking Sergio through the house, but led him to the gate on the side of the house. Oscar listened to Elias’s speech until the voice faded from hearing range. “You have really got to work on that attitude. Don’t bother coming back around here until-”

All the commotion replaced Oscar’s appetite for passion with hunger. Oscar let his rumbling stomach guide him inside. He didn’t have much luck poking around in Elias’s cabinets and the pantry. Surely there’s something to eat around here.

“Are you okay, babe?” Elias’s soothing voice and the sliding glass door broke into Oscar’s thoughts.

“I’m fine, a little hungry.” Oscar closed the cabinet door and turned.

Elias was right there. His eyes and smile warmed Oscar’s heart. “Let me help you-”

Drawn by the inviting tenderness, Oscar closed his eyes and leaned in until Elias’s words were cut off with his kiss. With every breath shared, Oscar’s passion stirred back to life and the hunger for Elias returned.

Elias broke the kiss just long enough to ask if food was still in order, but Oscar didn’t answer with words. Oscar let his hands say it all. Tugging at Elias’s shorts, Oscar worked the waist band over Elias’s engorged cock.

Feeling Elias’s swelling prick made Oscar’s own cock grow.

Elias stepped out of the shorts around his ankles. He turned with his finger in the air and started for the back door. “Hold that thought. I’ll be right back.”

Knowing what Elias was doing, Oscar didn’t waste any time. He shucked his shorts as he headed the living room.

Keyed up about finally getting the skin on skin action he longed for, Oscar dove onto the couch. Okay. I don’t want to look too anxious. For what seemed like an eternity, Oscar flipped around in an assortment of positions before finally deciding on this back. God, I’m silly. What am I doing?  

“Ready or not, here I come.”

Hearing his lover’s playful approach, Oscar felt like he was on the swim team in high school, nervous and curious all in one. He stretched his neck over the arm of the sofa to peep for Elias. And the view struck Oscar funny.

Elias was strutting like a peacock.

Oscar couldn’t resist. He burst out in laughter. That is until his expression of amusement turned to craze. Elias rubbed his cock across Oscar’s lips. Oscar accepted the cue to swallow the warm pulsing flesh.  And the intrusion caused Oscar’s own dick to jerk.

After gagging and then gasping for air, Oscar could hear Elias with a chuckle of his own.

“You’re not laughing anymore, are you?”

Oscar was turned on more than ever by the rough play. And with tears in his eyes from choking, Oscar slipped into a submissive role. “Please. Don’t make me wait anymore. Stretch my asshole like you did my thr-”

Oscar’s throat filled with dick again, taking his breath away.

“You want it? Are you sure your tight ass can handle this?” Elias kept his cock steadfast in the confine of Oscar’s throat. After a moment, Elias provided a little reprieve.

“I knew you liked it rough. You can’t fool me. Turn over and straddle the arm of the couch.”

Oscar breathed heavily, moved quickly. Trying to catch a big gulp of air, he begged Elias one more time. “Oh yeah, baby. Give me that cock. I’m not waiting this time.”

“Don’t you worry, pretty boy. You’ve waited long enough.”

That was exactly what Oscar wanted to hear, needed to hear. He arched his back forcing his ass high up into the air. With one foot on the floor and another on the sofa cushion, Oscar stood astride the arm of the couch as his lover instructed.

“Oh yeah. It has been a while for you. Look at that tight ass.”

Oscar’s cock throbbed and ached from the thought of being manhandled. He wiggled his ass at “Finally, a man who understands how to love and fuck at the same time. Give it to me, babe.”

Oscar felt the dribbles of the warm lube just brought in from the sun. As the trickles ran down his crack and gathered in the center of his rose bud, Oscar moaned at the feel of Elias’s finger working the lube around his hole.

“Yeah, you like that. Don’t ya?”

Oscar felt his left ass cheek being pulled to the side as the cool air brushed across the moist exposed skin, Elias’s stiffened finger pressing at the tender hole.

Oscar whimpered and pushed back on the rigid finger. “C’mon, babe. I need it.”

Ding dong.

Oscar’s stomach knotted immediately. The sounding of the doorbell was the last thing he wanted to hear. “Fuck! Oh hell no, don’t you dare answer that.”

Oscar was sure he had convinced Elias to ignore the person at the door when he felt the finger press harder against his asshole. But Elias’s mother stopped him before he could put it in.

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Well? What did ya think? Poor Oscar is still waiting *sigh*. It kinda reminds me of that song. C’mon and follow me while I sing it. I’ll take you over to the other SO blogs. Don’t be bashful…you can sing along with me:

 I can’t get no satisfaction…I can’t get no satisfaction…’Cause I try and I try and I try and I try…I can’t get no, I can’t get no…

Em Woods - http://authoremwoods.com/

Hank Edwards - http://hankedwardsbooks.com/blog/

Havan Fellows - http://havanshawthaven.blogspot.com/

  Lee Brazil - http://leebrazilauthor.blogspot.com/