Albany Knight

By CNJShore9

Published on Jan 1, 2004

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Hey, guys.. I know.. I'm supposed to putting out Chapter 2 of 'London Bridge', but I'm still working on that one.. so here is a little "quickie" to (pardon the pun) bridge the gap.

For those of you who have stumbled in here by some accident or the result of some youthful surfing. this is a site for stories involving sexual encounters between two (or more) men.. in other words.. homoerotica (or gay porn depending on your attitude).. so if you are underage or the access and saving of such material is illegal in your geo- political area.. go hit the back arrow and get out of here !!!

Now.. assuming you are not one of the previously 'omitted' groups.. read on and enjoy.. Just for the sake of the record.. my stories are "fantasies".. that means they didn't really happen and therefore the characters and incidents are fictional and don't represent any living persons or places or things or whatever.that also means that they don't necessarily adhere to the practices of "safe sex".. something we have to do in real life . all said and done. let's start the story.

The Albany Knight

I keep trying to remember how it all started. I had gone up to visit some cousins and there was a forecast for some snow, but you know how that is. How often are those guys right?? Well, they were wrong again. The prediction was 1-3 inches, so I wasn't worried, now there I was -- stuck in a near blizzard in upstate New York.so I pulled into a motel just outside of Albany, and got a room for the night.

Luckily, I had my laptop computer with me, so I took it in to the room and hooked it up to the telephone data port.

After several hours of driving in such threatening conditions, I really needed to slow down, relax, and get a bit of heat into my body. So, before I did anything else, I went in and took a long, hot shower. Damn! If felt good!!! I just stood under the warm spray, letting it run down from my head over my closed eyes and down, down, down. I started to remember the last time I was in the shower with another guy and how great it had been. I could almost imagine his hands on me, sliding over my skin with the slickness of the soap. I remembered how he had stood behind me, reaching around to wash my chest and stomach, and eventually how he pulled and fondled my balls as he slowly stroked my raging hard-on. How I then felt the hard, rubbery tip of his own engorged cock as it found it's way between my cheeks and slowly forced it's way through the gate into my love tunnel. Oh . it had been so wonderful!! Feeling him deep inside me, his wet chest against my back, his arms wrapped around me as the water continued to cascade down over us both.

I was lost in my reveries for a while, but, of course, reality came back and I decided that I was about to hit "major prune" status, so it was time to get out. I turned the shower off and reached out to grab a towel off the rack over the toilet. Stepping out, I dried off and wrapped the towel around my waist, and walked out to the bedroom.

Looking around at my surroundings, I walked over to the bed and stretched out for a quick nap. The problem was, that even after the supposedly relaxing shower, my body was still so wound up that I felt as though I was vibrating - and I hadn't even had to drop a quarter in the machine on the headboard!! (no.. it was really a higher class motel.. it didn't have the vibrating bed)

Finally I gave up the idea of a nap and got up and went over to the desk where the laptop was set up. Almost without thinking, I brought it up and logged onto the internet. I first checked my email, and answered a couple of notes (and deleted a lot of spam), then I went looking for a "local" chatroom. Well.. c'mon.. here I was, stuck in the city and alone and, as usual, horny as all get-out. So what else do you do??

I found the room for Albany and tried to get in. but it was 'full'. So I checked to see who was in there. Going thru the list of who was in the room, I would look at a profile, then try to click into the room. After a lot of "if you're over 32, don't bother to IM", I finally clicked on the "go chat" button, got a slot, and got into the room. I just put in a quick "Hey, guys. what's up?" and then settled back waiting to see if anyone was there and checking my profile.

In the meanwhile, I was still going down the list of who was in the room trying to find someone that seemed "compatible". Just as I found one name with a profile that really piqued my interest, my laptop "bling'ed" to tell me I had an IM. I looked up to see that the name on the window was the same one that I had just been reading about and was about two seconds away from sending my own IM to.

Not surprisingly, all it said was "Hi". (Hey, guys. we gotta find a better opening than that!!!)

.so I responded.. "Hi".

The next line that popped up was almost as predictable - "where are U?". My response was fairly accurate, "At a motel off I-87 just north of town. And where are you?" . well.. that was the start of a 20-minute chat.. and by the end of that time we had agreed to meet.

Notice that I didn't say, he was on his way to my room. That's not the way I play the game. I like to "meet" outside first, and make sure that both of us want to go from 'meet' to 'meat' before we get into a position that we don't feel comfortable getting out of.

So..we arranged to meet at a restaurant next to the motel and have a cup of coffee before we took it the next step. According to our IM, he would be driving a green Honda DX and I was wearing my black jeans and 'trademark' black western boots so we could recognize each other. I went inside and asked for a table by the window (it was mid- afternoon and not a lot of other people were there, so my request was not out of order) and I got just that.

As I sat and watched for his car, I ordered a cup of tea and started to think of all the things we had "suggested" in our chat. If this guy was half of what he claimed to be, this was going to be a day to remember.

Maybe this is a good time to tell you about Peter. That's me. Well, I'm 53 years old and fairly good looking in general. At 5'10" and 195 pounds, I try to keep in decent shape, but c'mon.. let's face it.. it gets harder to do as the years roll on. So I do have a bit more weight than I'd like, but I've been told I "carry it well". I've also been told I have a "killer smile". (I hope it doesn't sound like I'm bragging or in love with myself, but I'm trying to give you an accurate picture.) Oh, yes. I have very short brown hair that's going s&p, and a matching moustache and goatee, and I'm now single. I was married a lot of years but my wife passed away early this past year and I'm now on my own with three grown kids and a few grandkids. .and.. I have not 'come out' as yet, so the word "discreet" (which gets used a lot these days with all the mm's out there) is still in my vocabulary.

The fellow who was supposed to be meeting me (John) had described himself as 38 years old, 6'2", 185 pounds, blonde hair and blue eyes.

About five minutes later I saw a green DX drive in and I watched intently as the driver's door opened. What I saw getting out made me catch my breath and, if they really did like in a cartoon, my eyes must have bugged out at least two feet!! He was breathtaking!! At age 38, he did look within that range, he was a 6-foot-plus eye-stopper!! There was no doubt that he took care of himself and knew how to dress to show it off!! And, oh boy!! Look at that package!!! The tight jeans definitely made that an eye-catcher!!

As he walked toward the door of the restaurant, I began to get all sorts of second thoughts.. I'm 53 and anything but a gym rat.what's he going to think??? He's just not in "my class" - or more appropriately, I'm definitely not in his class!! He's going to take one look and use that 'escape clause'. .but, damn!, I could enjoy that if I had half a chance!!

I stood up and walked toward the hostess desk as he entered. His eyes were searching the place and it didn't take but a few seconds for him to spot the boots. His eyes went from the floor up to mine and locked on me. I felt engulfed and almost panicked. He smiled.

Never in all my half-century of years have I had a smile that enfolded me and warmed me like that!!! I couldn't believe it. My knees were so weak I almost tripped and fell, but somehow kept going.

As I reached him, I stuck out my hand and said, "Hi. I'm Peter. You must be John."

"Hi, Peter," he said as he grabbed my hand to shake it. His grip was firm, but not a bone- crusher, and it had felt as though there was a fire inside it. The warmth filled my hand and ran up my arm, spreading a glow throughout my whole body. My groin began to throb with the intimacy of his touch, and it was nothing but a handshake. Somehow managing to get control of my body and my voice, I said, "I have a table right over there. You want to order a coffee or something?"

His response was quick and unhesitating. "No.. I think we can just go to your room."

"Okay. let me pay for my tea," I replied, already moving toward the table and taking a fiver out of my pocket. I dropped it on the table and turned back to him. HIM. the 'dream of a lifetime'.

Three minutes later we were going through the door to my room.

I opened the door and pushed it in, stepping back to let HIM into the room. I was right behind him, and pushed the door closed behind me. He turned to me and said, "Why have you got all those clothes on?" Then he reached out, grabbed my shoulders, and pulled me to him. His lips slammed themselves onto mine and I felt his tongue already probing to gain entry. I opened my lips and teeth and allowed him in.

As his tongue probed into my mouth I reached around him and with my hands on is rock hard buns, I pulled him tighter against me. I still couldn't believe this was happening. Not breaking our lips apart, he reached between us and began to unbuckle my belt. I took the clue and did the same for him, then popping the buttons on his jeans to open them. I didn't stop, but pulled on the now open top and slide them down over his marvelous hips.

He was wearing dark red boxer briefs which had held his log-like manhood down as the jeans came off, but there was no mistaking the excitement bulging and fighting against the light cotton cloth of those shorts. He was still working to get my zipper down, so I helped him by just grabbing the top of my jeans and pushing them down to my thighs so my own grey striped boxer briefs were exposed and my own throbbing pole was now only seconds from being wedged against his.

As I reached around him again and pulled his buns to me, he reached up and put one arm around my back to hold me tight against his chest, and the other hand went up the back of my head to press our kiss even tighter. I was still in wonderment of it all. This gorgeous hunk was still here and he was getting sexier by the second!!!!

Holding me tightly to him, he began to back up toward the bed until the backs of his calves felt the edge and he lay back, pulling me on top of him. Then he rolled to his right and now he was on top of me. I thrilled at the feel of him there!!! His lips were grinding into my lips, and his crotch was also grinding into mine. His tongue was searching and thrusting inside my mouth. My skin was on fire!!!

He broke the kiss and began to work his lips down my chin and under my neck. He nibbled around to the side of my neck and began to lick it lightly with his tongue. I moaned involuntarily. Then I moaned again, louder, but entirely voluntarily. He responded with a deep growl, down in his chest, and he bit my earlobe. My whole body spasmed from the delight!!! He whispered in my ear, "You are even better than I hoped."

".and you are beyond belief!" I whispered back and moaned again as he ran his hand down my side, over my hip and thigh, and then between my legs just above my knees.

Lifting up abruptly, he said, "Let's get rid of these," and began to pull my shirt and t-shirt over my head and off. Then he did the same for his. I looked at the nicely muscled chest and it's covering of beautiful, golden hair. His nipples were already standing erect like two pencil erasers poking out asking to be chewed on. The hair on his chest disappeared below his rib cage and only a narrow trail of darker blond hair crossed his navel and disappeared into the waistband of his boxer briefs.

As soon as his shirt was off, he rolled off me and sat up on the edge of the bed to remove his shoes and socks and push his jeans the rest of the way off. I did the same, and we both removed our watches and put them on the nighttable beside the bed. Then I stood up and started to take off my shorts.

"No.. let me," he said and pulled me back down onto the bed. He lay me back down on my back, rolled over next to me, and started to kiss my neck again.. our cocks were still trapped in the shorts, but I could feel his swell and throb against my thigh. Then his hand felt its way down my chest and across my stomach and over my shorts until he cupped my crotch with his big fingers. I moaned again. It felt so good!!! Then he rolled on top of me again and began to grind his mammoth manmeat against my somewhat smaller, but still rigid cock. His lips met mine again and his tongue began a new probing. This could only get better and better. He growled again, and another shiver ran through me.

I reached down and began to tug at the waistband of his shorts, pushing them down over those outstanding tight hard buns. I could feel the small amount of hair that was on his cheeks and disappeared into the crack. It was so nice and manly. He felt sooo good to the touch!! He raised up slightly so that I could push the front of his shorts down as well.

As I looked down between us, I finally saw the broad head of his incredible love muscle as it appeared from out of his shorts. There had to be at least 8 or 9 inches of heavy shaft topped by a wonderfully pink helmet head. It jerked and swelled, and a shiny drop of his male nectar glinted in the light from the bed lamp. It throbbed again and a little more appeared and the drop formed and began to hang down from his swollen cock lips, slowly falling down and leaving a thin trail like a spider web running from his tip to the now wet spot on my briefs.

I wanted to taste it, so I pushed him up and over to the side off me and quickly swiveled around to put my face in line with the pink mushroom that swelled yet again and produced another drop of his juice. I move my lips forward and touched them to the tip, pushing my tongue out to capture his man dew. It was a wonderful salty sweet flavor. I wanted more and took the whole head into my mouth and sucked like a baby on a tit. It had to have more, and it was going to give it up to me!!! I moaned again to let him know how deeply I was feeling all this.

I backed off for a minute and took the shaft in my left hand, squeezing it and feeling its size and power. Then I slowly jacked it a few times and watched as another droplet of his juice appeared at the delightfully wide-spread lips of his cockhead.

With my other hand, I pushed his shorts the rest of the way off his legs, letting them drop to the pile of clothes on the floor, he pulled my shorts off over my cock and butt and tossed them over the both of us to land on the floor as well.

I again attacked and sucked his cock mercilessly, driving it deeper and deeper into my mouth and then my throat. I wanted to swallow every inch of it!!! It was so wonderful!! It tasted of his juices and felt so warm and smooth against my rough tongue.

Then I felt the warmth of his oral cavern as it enveloped my own raging, iron rod. My whole body went as rigid as my cock!! I shivered. I quivered. I jerked uncontrollably!! I went into orbit!!! All I wanted now was to drink his balls dry!!

I pulled off him for a moment. "How long can you stay?" I asked.

Pulling away from me the same way, "I'm totally free for the rest of the evening," he replied. Did I hear that right??? For the whole time???

"Oh, that's perfect!!!" I continued. "I want to drain you right now, but want you to stay and go for another round. Can you do that?"

"I'll go three rounds, or four, it you think you can handle it!" he said, almost matter-of- factly - like this was something he did all the time.

Well. that was all the encouragement I needed. I plunged my lips back over that warm rubbery mushroom head and really got down to business. There was only one thought on my mind. Get this baby to fill my mouth with his sweet spunk!!! Let me feel it shoot it's load and let me taste every drop of it!!! I've never been that big on swallowing (to be completely truthful), but this was one drink that I was going to take down big-time!! I wanted him to feel the ecstacy of emptying his lemon-sized baby-makers into a hot, and willing orifice. I was going to do all I could to make this gorgeous hunk whimper in response!!!

I was so busy concentrating on what I wanted him to do that I wasn't even aware any more of what was being done to me. That is. until I suddenly started to see stars and my body jerked and throbbed as I went over the edge!!

At exactly that same instant, I felt the first flood of his own juice as it erupted directly into my throat! It couldn't get any better than this!!! Each volley from me was met by an equal and, perhaps, more intense shot from the swollen lips of his sublime slit. Fire one! Fire two!! It went on and on. there must have been at least eight or ten surges of hot man batter shared between us. Then it slowed to a nice easy flow that I savored and swallowed without hesitation.

I could feel his wonderful rod as it began to soften inside my lips and on my tongue, and knew that I was doing the same within his mouth. Finally I let it slip out and simply said, "Wow!"

He let go of me and responded with the same single word, "Wow!". Then we just lay there quietly . face to crotch and face to crotch.. and worked to catch our breath.

Finally he spoke. "That was fucking incredible!! You are so good!!! I never blew a load like that in my life!!"

"Me neither," I replied, ".now let's do it again!!!"

With that, I turned myself up to where I was lying with my head on his right shoulder. He reached over, and pulled my head to his and kissed me. It was a light, savory kiss - not harsh or demanding - one that showed there was happiness and contentment. I just moaned lightly to let him know that I was as happy and satiated as he.

As I lay there on my left side, my right leg was bent so that it rested on across his thighs, and I slowly, but constantly, ran my right hand over the soft fur on his chest. Each time my hand encountered a nipple, I raised it up and just circled the soft little bud of flesh with my finger tip. Sometimes I let my hand stray downward and felt the clearing and depression that announced his navel..then a bit further down until I could feel the top of his curly bush against the outside edge of my hand. Then back up again .across .down .and up. Slowly.but without stopping.

Every now and then I would reach up with my lips and nibble his neck just under his earlobe, then flick the lobe with the tip of my tongue, before I again nibbled on his neck. I swore I hear him purr like a contented cat.

He turned so that his left side was raised up and he was partially facing me. As he did, I felt his soft man tool fall down and come to rest on top of mine. He looked into my eyes and I didn't need him to use words. I just lifted my lips to his and we kissed again. This time it was still soft, but there was a bit more urgency in it than the last one.

We broke apart and he looked at me again. The look carried more than words could ever do. I raised my lips to his again and this time it became more passionate. I pressed the tip of my tongue into his lips. He opened and sucked my tongue into his mouth like he was trying to swallow it - and my toes -- if he could suck them that far up!!! I reached behind his back and pulled him up and to me.

I could feel his warm cock beginning to fill with blood to get ready for the next round, and I was so willing, and so wanting it.but this time I wanted something more than just a mouthful of his marvelous nectar. I wanted his seed planted deep inside me. I wanted to feel that mammoth tool as it plowed its wide head through my deepest recesses.

I reached down between us and encircled it with my hand, gently stroking it, then reaching further down to cup his huge balls (as much as I could in only one hand). I lifted on them and let my wrist and inner arm stroke the underside of his fully raised shaft. Letting loose of those grand baby makers, I ran my hand down and in between his thighs and stroked them several times, before I again cupped his balls and let my arm and wrist stroke his rigid, throbbing cock.

My hand came out from under his hot, hairy sack and I again wrapped my fingers around that rock-hard tool and moved the soft covering skin up and down. I could feel it swell and throb in my tight grip. That time he moaned!

I pulled down on his rod so that the leaking pink head was now aimed just below my balls and I pushed my hips forward so that it slid in under them between my tightened thighs. As I did, I managed to loosen my left hand and get it behind his head and pull his lips tight against mine. This time I moaned!!

He began to thrust his hips and drive his spike between my legs. I could feel the wiry curls of his pubes as they pounded against my balls.

"Okay, babe. you're all mine now!" I muttered as I pushed him back onto his back, threw my right leg over his hips, and reached onto the night table for the lube that I had brought. Before he even had time to think or react, I had squeezed a good amount of the lube onto my right hand and was reaching behind me and slathering it onto that incredible fuck tool just behind me.

Finally recovering from my assault, he gasped, "Oh. babe.. yeah. oh. yeah!"

Taking that as a definite assent, I lifted up onto my knees and backed up until I had the swollen rubbery tip of that love pole touching my quivering pink flower. Then I started to sit down.

As the head penetrated, I had one sharp pain and then a feeling of pure bliss!!!! I had him and I was going to take him for a ride he would never forget l!!!! Slowly I settled down onto him, sometimes stopping, sometimes pull back up just a bit, until I finally felt his pubic bush pressed into the space between my balls and my incredibly-filled hole. This was by far the biggest cock I had ever taken, but as a friend of mine once told me.. "there is no such thing as 'too' big. it just takes a will to find the way?" (of course, his name is Will, so he may have been talking about himself. but I did find the way !!!)

Anyway.there I sat, impaled on a ramrod of distinction!! And I started to lift and fall on his glorious cock!! From the time the head had entered my wildly stretched sphincter, I had been watching his face. When I first looked, he already had his eyes tightly shut, his lips were pinched, and his nostrils flared. As I settled down on him, his lips loosened and began to transform into a slight smile. As I bottomed out, he opened his beautiful blue eyes and he smiled widely. "Oh, that is so hot!" he exclaimed.

As I began to lift and fall on him, he watched me intently eyes-to-eyes, communicating more than any words could at a time like that. I could feel the wide flange of his cockhead as it stretched its way into me and than pulled me back behind it as I raised up and it retreated. It was as though every wrinkle inside me was being ironed out and ready to be starched - and you know just what starching it was going to get!!! I already knew what it tasted like, now I wanted to know what it felt like flooding into me.

As I began to increase my pace, I could feel him raising his hips to meet me each time I sat. He would then push and wriggle his hips to drive himself to the very hilt and to stir the batter he was about to relinquish into me.

With that, I leaned forward, grabbed his shoulders, twisted my body sideways and fell onto my back pulling him over onto me between my now upraised legs. "Now!!! Fuck me, you hot fucking stud!!! Fuck me good!!!"

It didn't take long for him to realize what had happened and where he was now. and he started to pound!!! Damn! That guy could fuck!! Those delightfully hard buns were now playing sledgehammer to his spike!! He was as they say "fucking my brains out!!!!" I knew it .. he knew it .. and my ass damned well knew it!! That was one fuck tool to be remembered. He pounded. He pistoned. He slammed that heavenly meat home over and over and over!!

By now I had lost all control. He was definitely in the driver's seat, but what a ride I was being given!! My eyes had slammed shut about the third time he drove that monster home into me! My ears were buzzing and my teeth were clenched. My head was rolling from side to side and I was grabbing bed linens like they were some kind of life line.

I couldn't talk. I growled. I moaned. I keened. I made all sorts of sounds. All I wanted was for him to keep fucking and I wanted him to know it !!! I finally gained enough to open my eyes and look up at him. It was a reflection. His head was arched back, his eyes were tightly closed, his lips sealed, his nostrils still flared, and he was covered and glistened with the sweat of his labors.

He was leaning forward over me. My legs were now trapped by his shoulders and my feet were all but pointing toward the head of the bed. His incredibly muscled arms were on each side of my head, his hands on the bed, and he was close enough that I could smell his scent - that of a man and that of pure sex. His sweat was dripping from him onto me and mixing with my own. I was soaking wet.

That's when I raised my butt that last inch to try and receive him just a bit more. Then when he thrust back into me, he hit something that sent a wave of sparks through my body like a 4th of July bottle rocket. it started just behind my balls, shot across into my spine, and then flew up to burst against the top of my skull. Then it reflected back down and went through my whole body!!! You can call it the "g-spot" or the "button".. but all I know is that it sent a shock throughout me and every time he plunged in again, I went through the whole incredible thing again!!

My mind went blank, but my hand took control and reached down to grab my ready-to- explode cock. It only took about 3 strokes and I thought it would come right out of its skin. The first shot of cum erupted and hit me on the chin! I don't remember much after that.

Then he snarled!!! "NNNnnnnggggggghhhhhhh!" and I knew he had just lept over the precipice!

His whole body went as rigid the pole that was rammed as far as it could possibly get up into my fuck tunnel. They both jerked and shivered. Then I felt the one inside me swell and explode!!! It showered my insides with its volumes of thick, hot, man goo. He just have gone at least 8 or 10 times into my deepest regions. It felt like quarts or gallons of spunk had been unloaded into me!!

"Oh, god, baby.. Oh, my god.. that's wonderful," I finally managed to get out from between my clenched teeth. "Oooooooohhhhhh, yeahhhhhhhhhhh.."

Then he trembled again and slowly began to thrust and withdraw, making sure every drop he had in those furry globes was deposited into me. Hell. if he could have done it, I wanted everything from his brains to his toenails to cum through that ramrod into me!! And I sure as hell wanted every drop of his love juice in there.

Stopping, but leaving his now softening cock inside me, he lowered himself onto me. I wrapped my arms around his heaving back and pulled him as tightly to me as I could. My hands slipped on his wet skin and I could feel the same wetness on our chests.

We just lay like that for about five minutes.not saying a word. Just wrapped up entirely in the afterglow of one of the most incredible fucks that has ever taken place - anywhere anytime and by anyone!!!

Finally I broke the silence. "That was absolutely incredible!! I'm coming back to Albany in a few weeks. think we can do that again!!??!!"

He raised up to look me straight in the eyes and said, "I only wish.. you're right. it was 'incredible'. and want so much to do it again with you. but I'm leaving next week for a two-year assignment in Australia."

I felt a disappointment that almost overwhelmed me before I regained myself and said, "That's a bitch! I would have really loved another round like this. .but. well, you'll be back in two years.. maybe we'll be able to do something then", knowing full well that the odds of that were pretty damned slim.

"Yeah," he answered. Then he leaned over and kissed me again. the light, sweet kind as before that means there is something there more than just a quick fuck in a motel. Lifting off me completely, he said "let's just do this quick," and he grabbed his clothes and started to dress.

As he opened the door, he turned back with a twinkle in his eye, he said "Merry Chistmas to all, and to all a goodnight."

I'm starting to believe in Santa again!!!

Hope you enjoyed the story. if you did, let me know . CNJShore9@aol.com .

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