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Date: Fri, 5 Mar 2021 15:21:44 +0000 (UTC)
From: Justin Balancier <jbalancier9@yahoo.com>
Subject: "What I did for Lust" - Part 1

"What I did for Lust"

jbalancier9@yahoo.com

Part 1

Cooper

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Time passed quickly living in Philadelphia and Peter was leaving the city.
He was going to New York City, and Michael, his sex partner was returning
to LA.  He was not happy about losing Peter, but he knew he could never win
his heart, so it was time to move on.

Michael's flight did not leave until the next day, so he went with Peter to
the train station to see him off. The Amtrak train for New York pulled out
and Peter was gone. It happened that quickly.

"What we had was only window dressing," Michael thought to himself.

Trying to get his thoughts in order, he went into the station's snack bar
for a second morning cup of coffee and sat at a small table ignoring the
people around him...

"Did you lose your best mate? You look a bit dumpy," said an attractive man
with a British accent.

Michael turned to him and said ï¿½ "England?"

"Australia". The man replied. My name is Cooper.

"I'm Michael. I did, but I didn't, really loose someone. Please sit down"

"Delighted" replied Cooper.

"Is this your first time to Philadelphia," Michael asked.

"Yes, it is. I am from Melbourne and I am utterly lost.  I have been
visiting American cities and learning about your fabulous country. I am
fortunate however; I get to travel often in my business that covers a
majority of expenses. I am doing research on US politics and hoping to
complete a book on America's rise to prominence after defeating the British
crown in the 1700's. That is what brought me to Philadelphia. You know, Ben
Franklin, The Liberty Bell and all those good things."

"Got it." Michael replied. "This is the right place to be for research,
along with Boston. Actually, I am from California. I have been in
Philadelphia with a friend, and I go home to LA tomorrow."

It appeared that Cooper never heard a word he said to him. His eyes were
transfixed on Michael and he liked what he was looking at.

"Say Michael, do you have anything planned for later today?" asked Cooper.

"Not really. I just saw a friend off for New York City. That's `bout it."

"Have lunch with me."

"What?"

"Have lunch with me.  I am alone in this big city for one more day and I
would love to share some time with a friendly American.  When you're only
here for a couple of days, one has to speak up and move fast."

Michael was surprised, he just met the man and he liked him. The Australian
accent was enlightening to hear.  Michael found the accent sexy along with
everything else.

"Okay, sure, but it's my treat."

"No way Mate. I did the asking ï¿½ remember?"

"Jot your number on my phone, and I will ring you in an hour or so. We can
figure out where to meet, since you know the city."

"I don't know the city, I'm from Los Angeles."

"We'll work something out. We can go where the tourist go, that is easy."
Said Cooper

Later mate."  He added

"Yeah, later." Replied Michael

The Australian accent was cool. His clothes finely tailored and he was
genuinely nice.  Michael was not expecting anything sexual to happen.
However, to be prepared he showered, and scrubbed every body part. He put
on a pair of black pants with a white button-down shirt. He wanted to look
clean cut and manly going to a restaurant.

He stood in front of a full-length mirror to checked himself. He did not
look sexy by a longshot. He looked like an altar boy; but it would have to
do. This was only lunch he was not getting laid.

Michael received a text message to meet Cooper on Chestnut Street, near
Independence Hall in about an hour. It was perfect because his hotel was
not far from Chestnut Street.

As he approached the corner, Cooper was already there standing in the
sunlight. He looked incredible without trying very hard. He was not sure
how old he was but Michael figured around forty. Clothes clung to his hard
body like bark on a pine tree. His pants were form fitting with a package
between his legs. Michael was slightly nervous but wildly excited. He
walked up to Cooper, with a boyish grin on his face.

"Good-day Mr. California." Cooper said extending his hand. This was the
first time they touched each other. It felt comforting and almost erotic;
but many things felt erotic to Michael.

"Hi there," ï¿½ Michael replied. "There is a restaurant close to
Independence Hall that looks perfect - how about there?  It's mostly adults
and no noisy kids, but you decide"

"It sounds excellent. Can't take a bunch of ankle-biters running around
when you're having lunch" ... Replied Cooper.

Poking forks through Chicken Caesar salads, they chatted away about
politics, world cities and the weather. It was summer in Philadelphia and
winter in Australia. Michael loved hearing his `down under' accent and
soaked in every word.

Michael brushed his leg against Cooper and left it there. He was good at
doing this and did not care for beginner's games. He put his hand on
Cooper's lap under the table. "What can I lose," he thought. "I'll never
see this dude again.

It was magical when Cooper opened his thighs and took Michael's hand and
placed it on his crotch, covering the swelling between his legs. Then he
closed his legs letting Michael feel his junk.

Michael could feel a semi stiff package right through his clothing. "What
do you think?" ï¿½ asked Cooper, "Are you up to doing a little work?"

"I think we should get out of here." He replied putting down his fork and
wiping a napkin across his mouth.

"Me too ï¿½ most definitely." Cooper replied

Michael was already twitching and beginning to get hard. His hunger was no
longer for chicken salad. He wanted Cooper and was willing to do most
anything; it did not matter much to him. He was every bit a whore, when it
came to men. He had just found a treasure map to a needy crotch.

They left the restaurant and walked three blocks to Cooper's hotel. There,
they took the elevator to the 14th floor.

Michael could not keep his eyes off Cooper's butt, as he walked in front of
him.  This guy was solid packed with an ass that was pure eating material.

Michael could feel his breathing increase just slightly. His dick firmed
somewhat in his pants and his thoughts became temporarily blurred with
fright. They stopped at room 1404.

"I hope he's not dangerous." Michael thought, "At least I'll go happy."
That nonsense faded quickly when the door closed behind them.

Michael immediately, pressed Cooper against the wall and began touching his
body. He rubbed his chest and slobbered over him like a desperate slut. His
hand went immediately to the bulge in Cooper's pants. He wanted what he
wanted.

"Want it? Cooper asked. "You're a giddy little mate. Do you want daddy's
cock?" he asked with his hand clutched around the bulge between his legs.

"Jesus yes,"

"Of course you do."  Said Cooper anxiously getting his pants off and trying
to remove Michael's shirt at the same time. "Naked, California boy, I want
you naked. Said Cooper sounding very experienced.

Cooper got his pants off and stepped out of his underwear; his dick was
hanging downward and becoming firm. "Get on your knees and give me a
gobby." He said lowering Michael to the floor.

"I'm not sure what `gobby' means, but I know what to do?" Michael mumbled.

He laid Cooper across the bed and kneeled on the floor to service his
Aussie mate. He rubbed his face up and down his cock sniffing and
licking. He lifted his balls and licked under them tasting the faint flavor
of Ivory soap.  He sucked his nuts into his mouth first one then the other.

Cooper pulled his head off his balls and put his mouth on to his cock. "My
sexy mate needs a good feeding." What say you?" mumbled Cooper twisting his
open thighs so Michael could get to him. "Are you going to empty daddy's
balls?" asked Cooper.

"Damn straight." was all he managed to say.

Peter had shown him a few moves with his mouth that were erotic and he
intended to use them.

He sniffed and licked Cooper, nibbling on tuffs of crotch hair as he
travelled over his body.  He was delicious smelling and wanted what he
could get his lips on, including the inside of his thighs and butt
cheeks. Moving his face like a tracking dog, he sniffed and kissed every
bit of flesh in his path.

"Do me you little whore, put it in your mouth.  Cooper demanded and started
spewing degrading words at him.

 "I'll try."

"Don't try, do it" ï¿½ Cooper commanded.  "I saw the hunger in your face,
when you touched me under the table. You wanted my cock, so show daddy,
what you can do with it"

Michael travelled over Cooper's body that smelled sweet and moist. Michael
slid his mouth over his dick and it disappeared between his lips.  He
cupped his balls with his hand holding a cargo he believed to be
luscious. His nuts were bubbling away and Michael was there for the
feeding.

"This suck job is better than I thought it would be. I don't offend you
with my words, - do I?" asked Cooper "I am just so freakin hot for your
mouth."

"Offend me? ï¿½ no"

"You have a great mouth; I want to face fuck you. Are you up to that?"
Cooper asked "What do you say mate. Care to help an Aussie out?"

"Sure" Declared Michael.

"Get on the bed mate. Now lay your head over the edge, do not worry, I will
support you. Cooper straddled Michael's head. Slowly he dropped his wet
cock to the back of his mouth. He gagged a few times but relaxed and let
Cooper have his way with him. It is not easy breathing with a dick
penetrating ones throat.

This was not quite, what Michael had in mind, but assumed it was the first
step to a steamy afternoon of filth in the saddle. The sight of this
powerful looking man naked and bent over his face was worth every bit of
discomfort. He was determined to handle it well.

Cooper was gentle but became carried away with the warmth of Michael's
mouth. He was moving slowly up and down over Michael's face. It was
incredible that he was able to take him without choking to death.

Cooper began talking to him. "Got cha mate, my dick looks so hot between
your lips. Are you daddy's whore?"  Cooper asked.

`Yeahhhh" was all Michael was able to mumble.

"Are you feeling okay?" ï¿½ Cooper asked for fear of hurting him.

"A-huh", Michael mumbled once more. I'm okay"

"Want me to stop?"

"No ï¿½ I can take it." Mumbled Michael between cock jabs and drooling
spit.

"Good, I want you to take it ï¿½You like having Aussie sex?  Don't you
mate?"

Michael could not answer with cock dripping inside his mouth. It is time to
eat.  Cooper mumbled shooting warm vanilla cum in spurts of sticky wetness
from his full-sized weapon cock.

Cum flowed over Michael's tongue and down his throat like a landslide at
Sky Mountain.  Cooper's balls twitched and kept sending more cum in a
feeding frenzy.  He had not cum in the last two weeks and Michael was
getting an Aussie version of a value meal.

"Good boy, take daddy's cum and feed yourself. This is what you wanted,"
blurted out Cooper breathing faster than normal.

He pulled back so Michael could relax; he did not want him to choke getting
cum into his stomach.  Finally, they leaned back on the bed.  "Are you
feeling all right", Cooper asked again.

"I'm okay," he replied, gulping the last of it. Michael's tongue was coated
white.

"You must have brought that load all the way from Melbourne," said Michael
kissing Cooper's dick. "You rammed the hell out of my throat.  I may not
sing in the choir for a week, but I'm okay." Said Michael trying to smile
but not doing it so well.

"You are amazing." "I'm astounded your mouth could handle me, I am pretty
big in the cock station.  I am sorry mate for the name-calling. You are not
a whore. Actually you are magnificent"

"I know," mumbled Michael

"I'm married, and my wife could never do that in a million years. Yes, that
was magnificent. I wish I had you back in Melbourne, but that in no way can
happen"

Michael was still as hard as a biscuit. Cooper began stroking him off with
a firm Aussie hand.  It did not take long for him to shoot onto his own
stomach. Cooper had a touch of magic and looking friggin hot did not hurt
either.

"That's it, gooey out a good one." He said, and scooped it into his hand
feeding it to Michael.  He gingerly ate his own cum but was not too
thrilled with the idea.

Cooper kissed him, and then wiped his hand and Michael's stomach dry with a
towel.

They rested side by side for a few minutes and Michael could feel the
warmth of Cooper's body pressed up against his back.  Nothing more was
happening; they were just lying there together.

Moments later Cooper was dressed, shook hands with Michael, like a
gentlemen and left. He said "thank you" which impressed Michael. In LA hook
ups leave seldom saying anything except ï¿½ "see ya'

Michael expected some sucking, licking and fucking as he was used to doing
in crazy California.  He was hoping to fuck, yet it did not turn out that
way. His throat was a little sore for a while, but the experience was worth
it. "Oh my lord," he thought, "the things I do for lust." There isn't much
left to say about that afternoon. It was earth shaking in a weird sort of
way.


Cooper left Philadelphia, the next morning continuing on to Boston as
Michael suggested. He would never see him again.

Michael went to the airport to catch his flight to LA, thinking about the
Australian hook up and what, if anything, he would have done differently.

The plain soared across the sky disappearing in a thicket of clouds.
Michael rested back looking out the small window at the wonders of the
universe and sighed.

His flesh twitched thinking about the fourteenth floor with Cooper on top
of him...


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