Men in Shorts: An Erotic Anthology (10 page)

He left me. Alone in the chair. Craving his touch. Needing him like I've never needed anyone before. I touched my breasts and ran my hands down my stomach, but it wasn't the same. Where was he? "Please." I said again. "I want you."

Music now – so quiet I could barely hear it.

He climbed back on top of me and I reached for him, wanting to guide him inside me. Again the damn rules. He pushed my hand away. Bit gently on my nipple, then spread my legs and took me at the same instant the lights turned back on.

I stared at his face, our hips moving together, slowly at first then faster and faster until I thought I would die from the pleasure. Someone screamed, someone else moaned, and I came fast and hard. Not once, but twice. The orgasm was so great, it ran down to my toes and up into my hands. I felt him come, and I smiled.

The tent was plunged into blackness again. He kissed me on the lips, then kissed my breasts and said, "Such exquisite pleasure." With that, he disappeared. I fished for him with my hands, and couldn't find anything but the chair on which I sat.

"Here are some dry clothes," a woman said and pressed a sweatshirt and sweatpants into my hands. I think it was the same woman who had led me to my chair. She turned on her penlight so I could see to get dressed, then led me from the chair back through the tent. I tried to glimpse the other women, see the men who had been wearing the shorts, find the man who had pleasured me so, but I couldn't see anything beyond the small beam of light.

At the exit, the woman pressed a piece of paper into my hand and said, "Thanks for coming. I hope you enjoyed the Mystery Theater."

I didn't know what to say, so I just nodded and headed back to my car with the paper clenched in my fist. Halfway home, I pulled to the shoulder and cut the engine, not believing what had happened. I grabbed the paper from the passenger seat where I had tossed it and then unfolded it to reveal a rose. Underneath the rose, the paper said: "Keep what happened here tonight a secret. If you speak of it with anyone, you will spoil the magic for other women like yourself. It is the not-knowing and the surprise in life that makes everything so incredibly exciting."

by Ryan Field

During my freshman year of college, I took a part-time job as an attendant in a small tanning salon. It was a rather unfortunate place with depressing brown carpets, but good, clean work that allowed plenty of time to study between customers, most of whom were middle-aged men and women with too much time on their hands. I would have preferred a part-time job in a men's clothing store, helping young guys choose the right socks and underwear – I'd always been into loose boxer shorts; there's something so hot about the way they fall on men – but the tanning salon was close to the dorms and the job didn't require much thought.

Aside from all the painfully addicted-to-sunlamp customers, it wasn't a bad gig, except that there was often too much free time. The months of September and October were slow; I was lucky to have two or three customers per day. And it was almost unthinkable to see a great-looking guy in his early thirties decide to sign up for a month of tanning before a trip to Belize, Mexico.

But that's what happened. It was a rainy Monday morning in late September when Rick walked into the empty salon. I'd been studying for a chemistry quiz when I looked up to see a tall guy with short, black hair, wearing a navy jogging suit, standing before me. His appearance was military, with spiky dark hairs stuck to his temples from perspiration, five o'clock shadow in an almost greenish color, and strong hands that moved in graceful motions when he spoke. He'd obviously just come from a morning run; there were perspiration marks between his legs.

"I'm interested in tanning for about a month," he said. "I'm a doctor, going to Belize on research, and I don't want to burn down there. I've never done this sort of thing before. Do you think I can get a decent tan for the trip?" His voice was deep and soft. I noticed he had large hands with thick, long fingers.

I instantly dropped my chemistry notes and began to explain the tanning process to this hot guy. He had a rugged expression, but soft brown eyes that reminded me of a puppy dog. Though his jogging suit was loose and it hung from his tall, rigid body, I knew there was really good stuff underneath. And I liked the power he gave me: a young college student who knew nothing – except maybe how to suck dick to perfection – explaining something to a mature man of the world.

When I was finished with the sales pitch and I knew he was going to sign up for a month of tanning, I said, "You really should buy a tanning lotion. It will help you get a better tan, and it will moisturize your body. It's really an important factor with indoor tanning." I honestly did believe the lotions helped too.

"Can you recommend something?" he asked. "You seem to have a great tan. I want what you use." His eyebrows went up and he shrugged his wide shoulders.

"I use this," I said, pulling a basic tanning lotion from a display on the counter. "It's not expensive and it does the job, as you can see." I stretched out my tanned arms. I only tanned about once a week, but I had the kind of skin that absorbed sunlight; just one twenty-minute session made my ass as soft and brown as someone who'd done five of the same sessions. My skin was the main reason the owner of the salon had hired me. Though born and raised on the East Coast, people always said I had a West Coast surfer look.

"And I just apply this like any other tanning lotion?" he asked, handing me his credit card so that I could finalize the transaction.

"You try to get it all over your body," I said, noticing that the head of his penis made a slight outline on the fabric of his jogging pants. "And it's very important to spread it all over your back, too." Then I reached forward and gently ran the tips of my fingers over the back of his right shoulder.

When the tanning sessions were charged to his credit card, and he'd filled out a customer record sheet, I told him to follow me to the tanning booth so that I could show him what to do. Though I was clearly attracted to him, it was all very businesslike.

Until he asked, as I was about to leave him alone in the tanning booth, "Hey, buddy boy, do you think you could help me apply the lotion? So I don't make any mistakes?"

"Sure," I said, "No problem. I'm not that busy today."

He was about to get the massage of a lifetime; of that, I was certain.

He removed the sweatshirt, exposing a well-defined chest slightly covered with a rough carpet of jet black hair. In the center of his breastbone there was a black fluff that formed a narrow line of hair leading all the way down his lean abdomen, as though pointing in the direction of his dick. He kicked off his running shoes and proceeded to yank off his damp sweat socks. As I stood there, watching him strip – he wasn't self-conscious at all – I held the tanning lotion with no expression on my face. I wasn't sure where this was leading and I didn't want to be presumptuous. But when he quickly yanked his sweatpants down and pulled them off, revealing a rumpled pair of white cotton boxer shorts, I nearly fell to my knees. His legs were hairy and long and muscular, and I wanted to bury my face in the white boxer shorts…to lick them and sniff them and chew on them. I could see the outline of his cock resting just beside the front opening. To a boxer-shorts pirate like me, this was a dream come true. Those loose, well-worn boxer shorts begging to be sniffed and licked.

"I think I should put the lotion all over your body," I said, trying not to sound too excited. "To show you the right way to do it." I had to hold the lotion bottle hard so my hands wouldn't shake. The thought of touching his strong thighs made me knees weak.

"If you say so, buddy boy," he replied, ready to yank the white boxers off too.

"No," I suddenly shouted, hoping I hadn't sounded desperate. "Don't take off the boxer shorts. Leave them on for the first few times you tan. You don't want to burn in places that haven't been exposed to the sun before." If he had taken them off, I probably wouldn't have been completely disappointed, but the boxer shorts only seemed to enhance things.

"Good thinking," he said, placing his large hands on his slim waist.

Though it was the truth, and I didn't want to burn his cute ass, my only thought at the moment was to keep him in those sexy boxer shorts as long as possible. And we both knew that something would happen by then; at the very least, I'd suck him off.

"Just stand still and relax," I told him as I poured tanning lotion into the palms of my hands and knelt down in front of him. I slowly began with his large feet, working the smooth lotion between his toes and then up to his ankles with both my hands. I gently massaged –I wasn't spreading it. I was slowly working him toward an erection. I rubbed his legs, making sure the lotion got past the body hair and into the skin.

"Damn, buddy boy," he said, spreading his legs, "This feels so good. I should have come here a long time ago. Do you do this for all the customers?"

"No way," I said, laughing. "You're the first one ever."

"How old are you? And what's your name?" he asked. He smiled and rubbed his jaw with the palm of his hand.

"Nineteen, and it's Bob," I replied, "Now you lie down in the tanning bed and I'll finish massaging the lotion on your body. I want to cover every inch of you, and it's much more relaxed if you're lying down."

When he was flat on his back in the tanning bed, I decided to strip down too.

"I don't want to get lotion all over my clothes," I said, as he watched me rip off my white T-shirt and kick off my jeans. I took everything off: shoes, socks and underwear. I wanted to be on my knees with my back arched, my ass in the air and my legs spread as wide as possible. The perfect invitation, I'd learned.

"You've got a great body, buddy boy, and I see your tan is even in all the right places," he said, as he reached up from the tanning bed and ran the rough palm of his left hand slowly down my ass. Then, with his thick middle finger, he slowly began to circle the opening of my ass. By that time, my cock was rock hard.

I knelt down while he continued to work his finger into my hole, and began to massage lotion onto his strong thighs. He must have been an avid runner; his thighs were thick cinderblocks. Not an ounce of flab anywhere.

"Now, just close your eyes and relax," I whispered. My legs opened as wide as I could spread them; his finger was now all the way up my ass. "I'm going to apply some lotion all the way up your strong legs, so that if the sun rays go through your boxers, you won't get burned."

He closed his eyes and sighed. "You're the expert, buddy boy."

I poured more lotion into the palms of my hands and then slowly ran both hands upward, under the white boxers. I massaged lotion way up into his groin area, while his large hairy balls rubbed against the front of my hands. As I did this, I noticed that his cock was growing larger by the moment. All of a sudden, the head began to pop through the front opening of the white boxer shorts. And rather quickly, an eight-inch erection was popping through, pulsing with each movement I made.

"Is that okay?" he asked, as he looked at me, and then down at his huge hard dick, slowly finger fucking me into a delirious state of submission.

I smiled. "Don't worry. I'll take care of that too."

I buried my face in his sweaty white shorts. They were drenched from his morning run, but smelled like nectar from the gods. I licked the white cotton, working my tongue through the front opening, past the base of his hard cock, so I could release his large hairy balls too. I sucked them both up into my mouth, and slowly pulled them through the opening. For a moment, when his cock and his balls were sticking out of the opening, I took a quick look at them. Nothing, to me, is sexier that seeing a huge dick and a large set of sweaty, funky balls sticking out from a pair of white boxer shorts.

Slowly, while my hands clutched the white cotton on his shorts, I began to lick my way up the shaft of his dick toward the head. A large cock head, dripping with pre-come by that time.

But just as I took the entire dick all the way down my throat and was about to begin the first sucking motions, a voice rang out from the front of the salon. "Is anyone here?"

The voice was familiar: a woman who never missed a day of tanning.

But I thought fast. "I'm back here, Barbara, with an electrician. We're working on one of the beds." I shouted this while still licking his cock. "We had some trouble with your favorite tanning bed. It'll be fixed in an hour or so. Why don't you come back then?"

"Oh, okay," I heard a weak voice reply. "I have some errands anyway. I'll come back."

With his cock still standing and ready to burst, and finger as far up my ass as he could get, he whispered, "Good thinking, you naughty little boy."

"Just relax," I said, grabbing my own cock so I could shoot a load too. "This will only take another minute or so. You're ready to explode."

"Tell me about it," he moaned. "I'd love to fuck you."

"I wanna finish you off like this," I said. "I really wanna suck you off."

"Well, how is this?" he said, as he slowly shoved two more fingers up my ass.

I wanted to say, "Oh fuck, call me
bitch
," but it was too soon for that sort of thing, and anyone could have walked into the salon and heard me begging for dick.

"Fucking fantastic," I moaned. My ass began to roll in slow, circular motions, and I started to back into his fingers.

I returned to sniffing and licking his boxers for a moment, then began some serious sucking motions on his dick. Not just licking, or moving my mouth up and down the shaft. That does nothing to a man. I sucked hard and fast until my cheeks indented and my lips puffed out, jerking my own cock the entire time. In no time he reached a point where his juice was ready to shoot. You can usually tell during a good cocksucking session when they are ready to shoot a load because their legs start to wiggle, and their toes often curl.

"Ahhhhh," was the only sound he made as he shot a full load of come right into my mouth. I felt it hit the back of my throat, and I gulped and swallowed with pleasure.

Then I shot one too, all over the side of the tanning bed, while he fucked me with three fingers, never missing a beat.

Though he pulled his fingers out after we came, I kept his cock in my mouth for a while, not ready to release it until I knew he'd been completely drained and was ready to lie back and enjoy a relaxing tanning session. I didn't torture him, knowing the head of his cock would be sensitive after shooting a load. I simply kept it in my mouth, slowly sucking each last drop of his cum. I wanted to feel his meaty dick slowly go limp against my tongue, and then gently suck his balls back into my mouth so that I could roll them into a state of complete relaxation. I knew from the way he gently caressed my head that he really liked this.

"That was fucking fantastic," he whispered, as I released his floppy dick and neatly packed it back into his white boxers where it was safe and sound. Then I gently kissed the opening of the underwear, pilfering one last sniff for the road.

"I enjoyed it too," I said, stepping back into my jeans. I felt something drip down my chin and I wiped it with the side of my hand. "Especially the white boxers. I love all boxer shorts, but white ones really get me hot."

"Fuck, buddy boy," he said, "I especially liked the way you drained me dry."

"You tasted like candy," I said. "Your come is very sweet." He'd like hearing that, I knew. They all like to know they have the best-tasting come.

"Damn," he said.

"Now, you relax and enjoy your first tanning session," I told him. "I've got to get back to the front desk before someone else comes in. And you need to get some rest. You've had two workouts today…a long run and a good suck-off."

About twenty minutes later he returned to the reception counter, where I was folding a few small white towels. "Did I get any color?" He lowered his running pants enough so that I could see his black pubic hairs.

"It's too soon to tell," I said. "But you should see something in about an hour, after you take a shower."

"Cool," he said. He hesitated for a moment and kicked the floor with the toe of his running shoe as if killing time. "Should I come in tomorrow?"