Yard Stud

It was a hot summer and the house I just moved into was in a shambles. The previous tenants hadleft a lot of junk in the back yard: tires, logs, and a couple of old beaters, rusting and derelect. The landlord was slow to have anything done around the place, so I finally decided to call a hauling company. I picked one from the paper. It read "EZ Haul. No job too big, no job too small". I called the number and a man with a really deep sexy voice answered. "EZ Haul. Whatcha got for me?" "I got a few old cars and a whole pile of junk to go out. Probably take a couple of guys and a tow truck," I said. "I'll be over this afternoon," he said. "But you'll need -" I started, but he'd hung up. ***

That afternoon the sun was high and hot. The doorbell rang. When I answered it I was shocked. There was this guy. Huge. He was wearing a tie-dye bandana, mirror shades, a tanktop and jeans. Every stitch on him clung to his muscles. He was only 5'10", about my height but looked to weigh about 400lbs. - and none of it fat. His massive hairy pecs stuck out like pumpkins from his broad, rock hard gut. His traps were like mounds of hard flesh against his thick neck. Veins snaked like ropes over his shoulders and arms. He had a macho mustache and a days growth of stubble, and tattoos all down his inhuman arms. These guns looked to be about 23 inches unflexed! The bulge in his pants gave me the clear impression he was carying some heavy equipment. "Hi," he said, extending his big hairy hand. "I'm Joe with EZ Haul." This was the guy on the phone. His voice was deep and incredibly sexy. Seeing this mountain of muscle made my cock harden and I tried to think about other things to keep it down.

"Where's the shit I gotta move?" he asked casually flexing his pecs. My mouth went dry as I showed his through the house. "Out back," I stammered.

He went outside and started to work immediately. He grabbed armloads of tires and hoisted them onto his big flatbed. I stood and watched from the kitchen window as he lifted a huge log, which I could barely shift withall my stength. He picked it up under one arm and then grabbed another under his other. He lugged them to his truck and using his foot, bent them up and snapped them like twigs before tossing them on the pile.

Within an hour or so all that remained were the old cars. I watched as he looked them over. His body was swollen with the pump he'd got from the other work and I wantedto see what he'd do with these autos. He pulled off his bandana revealing his almost shaved head. Sweat poured off his brow. He looked incredibly hot and I started feelign my dick grow inmy pants watching this behemoth of muscle work his huge body. He grabbed the front end of one of the cars and lifted, with no strain! Then he pushed forward and I could hear the sound of metal crunching. He strained more now pushign the car over onto itself. His shirt stetched and finally tore up his back as his muscles grew with the strin of pushing this massive weight. His arms looked to be twice the size from when he arrived, pumped and huge the veins standing out like firehoses. His massive hairy forearms were tangled knots of thick muscle. His neck spread out thickening with with the pump e was getting.

Finally, the car couldn't take the pressure this muscle man was exerting. Glass popped and the frame of the car bent with the power of this superhuman man. Soon he'd folded the car into a heap and positioned himself underneath. He lifted the ton of twisted metal like a sack of potatoes and hoisted it onw his back walked over to the truck and tossed it on top.

"Shit!" I said aloud as i watched this incredible feat of raw masculine power. He looked over and saw me watching. He rubbed the sweat from his forehead his huge biceps flexed and massive. I was in awe of his power and muscle and my cock was straining to get out of my pants. The bulge in his jeans had grown and I he rubbed it casually. He pulled what little remained of his tank top off his torso, revealing huge pecs and a rock hard gut. Here was this incredibly sexy muscle giant standing in my backyard. He walked to the back door and entered.

"Hey, guy can I get a drink of water? That was pretty hard work out there." "Sure," I said offering him a glass. "Man! You must be incredibly powerful to do that!" "Yeah, pretty fucking strong!" he grunted flexing his arm at his side, the knotted bicep like a twisted basketball. He rolled hishead showing off his thick neck and traps. "You're fucking huge, Joe! How big are those arms - look to be about 24 inches, man!"

"Twenty-nine 'bout now," he said proudly raising one massive thick arm in front of my face. "Looks pretty fuckin hot, huh? I see you like it." He grabbed my crotch and rubbed my hardon. "Yeah, I got that effect on people. Men, women they all fukin freak when they see me. Big stud with big muscles. Go ahead and touch it, guy." I touched his massive arm and he flexed it more. Then he raised the other in a freaky double biceps, hairy sweaty pits and heavy male scent. He lowered his arms and flexed his huge pecs. "Like these fuckin' pigs? Squeeze 'em!" I squeezed his pecs but barely dented the hard muscle. Then he moved his lips to mine and his tongue entered my mouth. I tasted the saltysweat on his mustache and wrapped my arms around his neck.

He held my hips with his massive hairy hands, and I felt his ham-sized, hairy forearms as he fondled my ass. I groaned as he caressed my butt and desperately wanted him to fuck me. "Let's go to the bedroom," I said. He followed me closely, squeezing my ass in his strong hands. In the bedroom he turned me around and kissed me again."Strip," he commanded. I did. Then he pulled me too him and I felt his mass and power. Then he stood back and started posing. I ran my hands all over his huge frame, feeling his hairy pecs his superhuman arms, his neck, traps, shoulders and thick back. He continued flexing reveling in my adoration. "Yeah! Worship this big muscle man! Worship my fuckin' huge dick!"

He tugged his zipper roughly and pulled out a massive cock, half hard. "Even 12 inches of muscle dick for you, buddy. Get down there and make him feel good!" I got on my knees, pulling my own cock out and tongued the huge shaftof his dick. It bobbed and flexed as I licked and stroked it. He towered over me his hands onhis hips as I sucked and licked the huge dong. Then he picked me up and put me on the bed. "Time to work that ass, man. Never been fucked by anyone like me before, huh?" His huge cock flexed and he lubed it up. Then he bent down and spread my cheeks open flcking his tongue over my quivering hole. One by one he worked in his fingers. First one then two and finally three. His thumb worked over my balls as he loosened me up. Then he knelt onthe bed and positioned his rock hard dick atmy eager asshole. He pushed in slow and steady and I could feel him flexing it in my ass, letting meknow he was there.

"Being fucked by my muscle pole, guy! Feel these muscles while I fuck you!" He fucked me for what seemed like hours, leaning his huge body over me, I felt his hairy pecs, ran my hands over his arms and licked his hairy forearms while his cock kept perfect rythym in my ass. Hegrabbed my dick and fisted it and I felt the cum rising in my balls. "Yeah, Joe! I'm gonna shoot, stud!" I cried as cum gushed over my chest and into my hair. He picked me upand carried meto the center of the room. Hejacked me upand down on his huge prick and I could feel his big nuts slapping against my ass. He grunted a few times and then pressed his mouth to mine. I rubbed his huge pecs, pulling the hair on them and I felt his huge dick explode in my ass, shooting loads of hot cum deep inside me.

We stayed like this for some time, and we both came a few more times that afternoon and into the evening. And now, every weekend, I'm tempted to mess up my yard.

Getting Drunk and Horny

I'd been sucking cocks for over an hour it seemed, down on my knees in the back booth of an adult enternainment shop. Cum lined the inside of my throat and the cock in my mouth was about ready to give me another tasty load. But I was getting bored and I wanted to go back to the gay bar and have guys buy me more drinks. I was coming down from the beers I had earlier. The man standing in front of me let out a soft moan as I sqweezed on his suddenly twitching member. I swallowed his semen while stroking him back and forth, then pulled the swollen piece out of my mouth. That was all the cock and cum I could swollow for awhile I thought.

The man left and I decided to go too. My knees hurt but I felt great otherwise, and my mouth tasted wonderful as I walked out into the magazine section of the shop, but then I felt a drip of cum move down the side of my face. The guy behind the counter was looking at me already. I looked back at him stunned as he motioned me with his finger towards him, and I had a sudden feeling that cum was plastered all over my face and dripping down... "I'm going to give a cum hungry dick loving drunk a break tonight," he said as I reached the counter. "Come back here I want you to see something."

I said nothing, but a little less fearful now I walked around the side of the high counter and opened a tall wooden gate and steeped through. The first thing I noticed was what he grasped in his hand, his cock was longer than a large carrot and as thick as a fat cucumber. The second thing I saw was the movie he was watching, which showed a young blond haired guy-like me-getting fucked in the ass doggie style by a huge cock, like his.

"Here's the deal," he continues. "If I can fit this meat in my hand all the way up your ass without any problems I'll let you go, if not you get to be fucked by the police and their laws." I nodded. He smiled at me from his tall chair and looked down at me saying "Drop your pants and lay down on your back, lift up your legs and tilt your ass in the air until your legs are hanging over your head and spread your ass cheecks hard. I'm coming down and I'm gonna fuck you." I did as he told. My limp dick was hanging almost directly over my face and my asshole pointed up. I felt something wet drip onto my asshole and a finger push into it then pull out.

The head of his cock pressed against it and it slipped in, spreading it open to the tips of my fingers pressed against my cheeks. The cock kept moving deeper until I felt it run into a wall deep in my ass. "Are you an anal virgin?" He asked me as he pushed harder and harder. I didn't reply, but when his cock pushed harder and harder and I felt a pain intensifying in me I answered no, and the mammoth cock suddenly broke free from its bondage and plummented like a punching fist to the hilt. A cry came from me as my tight ass embraced the legth of the heavy shaft. A hand reached down and cupped my mouth. My asshole felt ripped open and bloody all the way to my intestines, and the burning piston began to pump through the carnage. Somehow I felt it turning the pain into a relief.

The man began thrusting harder and faster and I moaned slightly beneath the hand. I wanted a cock in my mouth to sock. A warmness grew deep up my ass and I felt my dick growing hard. "oh yeah oh yeah" I heard and then I felt the stream of cum flowing into the open soft space way into my ass, and his cock pulled out, my asshole holding onto it until the last moment. I got my pants on right, wiped the cum off my face, and I walked out, moved next door and took a place next to a group of men at the gay bar. Cum oozed out my tight asshole and I was smiling.

Chat Line

One afternoon about 8 months ago, I got on a local man-to-man chat line. I talked with a dude, we exchanged phone numbers, and hung up. He called back immediately and told me that all he was interested in was jo'ing with another guy. He told me where he lived, the gate access code, the floor number, and his apartment number. He then said, "The front door will be open."

Needless to say, I was aprehensive and nervous about going over there. What if he was a freak? What if he had a gun? Well, I was pretty horny, and seeing how it was the middle of the afternoon, and he lived in a very nice neighborhood, I decided what the hell. If anyhting was going to happen, I could take care of myself. I drove over, entered his complex, and walked up to the third floor. Sure enough, the front door was cracked open - ever so slightly. I confidently pushed it open, and thought my heart was going to explode. I walked in. Across the room was the guy - dark hair, about 26, good looking, sitting in chair, looking to his left, away from me. He wearing a white tee shirt, and he had his pants and underwear around his ankles. He was strokin his hard dick, slowly up and down. The head was glistening from all the pre-cum. (And I mean he really had a lot of it).

I made my way over to the sofa, next to where he was sitting. He face was turned to his left, our eyes not yet meeting. I took my shoes off, then socks. Unbuckled my belt, and wiggled out of my jeans. My Calvins were wet in the front from my pre-cum; my dick was really hard. I pulled down my underwear - still no look or glance from the dude. I sat down, put my left leg over the sofa arm, leaned back, and started stroking. My eyes were fixed on his dick - cut, thick, and wet from his pre-cum. He slowly turned his head around toward me. His eyes were fixed on my dick. He slowly lifted his right leg off the floor, and put his sock-covered foot under my balls. Slowly he moved it around, his toes wiggling back and forth. All the time he didn't miss a beat as he continued to jerk.

Sensing that I was about to cum, I got up and made my way to him. I straddled his legs and leaned forwarded toward his chest. He moaned, and shot a huge load all over his stomach and navel. I unloaded then on his chest. He rubbed our cum together.

i made my way back to the sofa where I got dressed. He got up and walked to another room, came back with his clothes in his hands, and simply said, "Thanks. That was hot." I said that it was sure was. I finished dressing and left.

The Bitter Bit

It was early evening when I strolled into the Bangkok bar. I knew quite a few of the guys who were sitting around in the low armchairs, and I nodded with a smile to several of them.

I went over to the bar, ordered myself an orange juice and settled onto a stool. After a few minutes, a young Thai came over, ordered himself a Coke and sat on the stool next to mine. He nodded towards me and smiled.

I glanced down his form. Well-dressed, I noted, which was unusual in this particular bar. He appeared to be nicely muscled as well, although fortunately not the body builder type that we would be seeing later in the floor show. Taller than average as well, a clear complexion, good-looking without being overly cute. Probably in his early to mid twenties.

"I haven't seen you here before," he said. "I haven't seen you either," I replied.

We looked at each other, liked what we saw, and settled down to drink and to chat companionably about this and that. We asked each other about jobs, where we were living, the existence or not of girlfriends, the places where we usually hung out in Bangkok, and so on. Any of you who've been in these situations will recognise the type of conversation.

He asked me what I was planning to do for the rest of the evening. I said that I had no plans. He asked me if I'd like to join him at a private party.

"You'll be the only farang, but my countrymen are very welcoming, as I'm sure you have already found out," he reassured me.

Half-an-hour later, we arrived at a smart condominium. My companion told me that it belonged to his father but that his parent never used the place, allowing his son to have a comfortable base in the big city.

And, indeed, it was comfortable. The apartment occupied the whole top floor, with stunning views across Bangkok. It was tastefully furnished with traditional Thai furniture and hangings. A manservant opened the door and welcomed us inside. In the living room, half a dozen other Thais stood or sat, engaged in animated conversation. They looked up as we walked in, and one of them spoke in Thai to my companion and host. I understood the Thai word for "success" and wondered what he meant. I was soon to find out.

Drinks were served, although no-one drank any alcohol. I asked for a whisky and water, and took the seat that was offered to me. Food appeared, and we ate, with parallel Thai and English conversations going on. A bottle of wine appeared. I was the only one to drink it, and I found that my glass was being constantly refilled by the manservant.

The dishes were cleared, and we continued to talk. Music was playing softly in the background. I started to feel somewhat sleepy, and the warmth, soft music and background of conversation had a soporific effect on me. I must have dozed off.

I woke later to find that I had been moved to another while I slept. The lights were low, soft music still played, and normally I would I have good.

My host was standing close by, and the others were also in the room, standing looking at me.

What was different was that I was now naked on a bed, with my hands tied to the bedpost. I struggled to free myself, only to find that the strong cord just tightened against my wrists. My host moved and loosened the cords.

"I'll do that just once more, so try not to move your hands and arms. Otherwise, you are going to have sore wrists in the morning," he murmured to me.

"What's all this about?" I asked, my voice betraying my worry and, I suppose, a certain measure of fear.

"Don't worry! You are going to experience another side of Bangkok, and this will be a night that you'll never forget," was the enigmatic reply.

One of the visitors stripped off and moved over to me. He proceeded to excite me, in the most professional way, except that here he really appeared to be really enjoying himself. Lips, tongue, fingers were everywhere, and soon, I was forgetting my somewhat precarious situation. The young men moved on top of me, and I felt his butt hole move down onto my cock which slipped easily inside him. The guy's face was transfixed, but then was so was mine, as he moved up and down on me, fucking himself.

The other guys came closer, watching the effects on the two of us.

My eyes were closed, and when I opened them, I realised that they were all now as naked as we were. My cock was hard, long and thick inside the Thai, and just as I was thinking of finishing, the young man lifted himself off me and moved behind the other guys.

One of them moved towards me, and lifted my legs.

"I don't do that," I snapped.

"Yes, you do. And even if you don't want to, you are going to do that," came the reply from the host. "You don't really have much choice in any case." Which of course was true.

The Thai moved towards my face and told me to take his cock in my mouth. Expecting the usual delightful small morsel, I took his cock into my mouth only to find that it swelled into something unexpectedly large and thick. He moved back and raised my legs.

"You can't, it's too big," I whispered.

He did with one savage thrust, it was much too big for me the virgin, and a cry escaped from me. It hurt like hell. Here I was, 36 years old, losing my cherry in front of a bunch of randy Thais. I felt humiliated, and I lost my erection.

The Thai fucked me savagely for some time, and little by little I found myself feeling less pain and growing more excited, as the situation came home to me. I had no choice, so I'd best get on with it. Hopefully he'd finish soon, and I could go back to my hotel.

Suddenly, the Thai's back arched and I felt his jism gushing into me. He withdrew, and the first Thai moved back to me, stroking, cuddling and kissing me, before moving back on top of me and impaling himself on my dick. I felt so hot, and his tight hole was really exciting, its back-and-forth action almost seeming to want to milk me. Just before I came, he moved off me skillfully, and another Thai moved towards me, for what transpired to be a re-run of the earlier session. After mouth-fucking me, he moved down the bed and penetrated me with vigour. It hurt a little less this time, because he took his time and his cock was not as big as the other one.

I didn't lose my erection this time, and I was surprised that this was the case. Surely, I couldn't really be liking this, and yet I was. I looked around me, and saw each Thai was looking at me intensely. Each of them had a hard-on, but I was mainly struck by the monstruous cock that jutted out hard, thick and mushroom-headed from our host.

He caught my look, and said to me, "I'll be the last one, so let the others open you up properly. Don't fight it, because you are to be our guest for a few more hours yet."

Another Thai back arched, a small cry broke from his lips, and I felt his orgasm breaking forth and filling my guts. I wondered just how much more of this I could take. I was getting a bit sore, and these guys were all pretty young and fit.

The "programme" was repeated five more times, with the passive one coming on top of me to keep my attention occupied and my passion aroused, as the next one made ready to fuck me. As he'd promised, our host was last. His cock was truly enormous and killed some of my illusions about Asian men! But he was tender and caring with me, and he took his time with vigourously fucking me, the whole length of his enormous weapon repeatedly invading my intimate depths and then withdrawing until just the mushroom head remained trapped inside by my powerful sphincter. He was nearing his orgasm, when he invited the first guy to come back on top of me. As this one settle don to me, I experienced for the first time what it is to have one's cock buried deep inside a tight quivering hole whilst another cock is furiously pounding one's own tight hole.

Skillfully, the two Thais came almost at the same time, and the combined effect of that mushroom head swelling rhythmically inside me in unison with the tight hole around my own cock drew my own orgasm from me. My love juice went everywhere as the combined effects of the hour or more's hard sex finally spent itself.

My host withdrew and lay down beside me. "You have a choice now. We can untie you, and you can start to play a more active role in what will follow, or you remain tied up and we shall carry on until we've had enough. You must give your word to stay until we decide that we have finished. If you try to escape, there are seven of us to tie you up again."

I'd never been in anything like this situation and I accepted to be untied and not to leave. What happened thereafter left me completely exhausted. There were several rooms, each with a bed, and I had the choice of moving around, settling wherever I wanted. My hole belonged to the one who chose me for that particular bout, and some of the guys let me fuck them as well.

I was in a particularly tender bout with the first guy, my cock deep inside him, our lips together, when I felt a sizeable dick enter me and take its pleasure of me. Each time that that happened, my pleasure was doubled, since all three of us managed more or less to come at the same time.

As the night wore on, the Thai guys started to leave one by one or in pairs, until only the host and I were left. We hadn't touched each other since I had been untied, and I was curious as to why he hadn't come to me again.

"Well done!" he said. "We usually have much more problems with you farangs. Some of them threaten us with the police or their ambassadors. They don't understand. Our fathers are powerful men here, and for once, they don't have a passive little guy who is willing to obey their orders for a few baht. For us, it's a real turn-on, having a farang at our mercy. You have been one of the best, because we hadn't realised that you were a virgin. The first guy who fucked you couldn't believe his good luck."

All this was said dispassionately, and I suddenly realised how the young Thais in the bars must sometimes feel. I'd been lucky, these had been young attractive males, but I'd had no choice, and it could have been much worse.

He added, "Anyway, it's my turn again, but you don't have to if you've had enough."

"You said that you would decide when it was finished. I'll keep my word," I replied, as that mushroom head twitched in agreement.

This time, no-one was watching us, I could hold him, feel his strong young body, as he took me, filled me, and ploughed my arse. For once in my life, I felt almost feminine, and I started talking to him, urging him on, telling him to slow down or go faster, to let me feel his great dickhead slide in and out, past my sore and tortured sphincter.

His lips bore down on mine, as he skillfully massaged my own cock, and once again we came together, each jet of love juice being accompanied by a powerful thrust of his tool.

We slept until the manservant awoke us, a smile on his face, with breakfast. We spent the rest of the day, making love, talking and sleeping, until in the early evening he dropped me at the bar where had first met.

"I don't expect that we shall meet again," he said to me gently, "but it's been a memorable day for all of us." Some of the others had telephoned during the afternoon, to congratulate the host on his choice of "victim". I gave him by private visiting card and told him that he, or any of the others, could get in touch if one of them was ever in my home town.

"I'll remember this for a long time," I smilingly replied.

Gay Oriented Story

It's 7 p.m. in the evening, and it's been a long hot day. I had arrived that afternoon, and the journey from the airport to the hotel was very long. It was nice to be back, and the hotel was cool and welcoming.

You arrived at reception and asked for me, and soon you were at the door.

Warm smiles, both of us pleased to meet at last, after the many messages by e-mail. You come in and sit down in the sitting room. I order some coffee for me, and you choose a cool drink from the mini-bar. Later, we shall eat.

We sit and talk, about so many things. At last we see each other and realise, both almost at the same time, that we really feel attracted to each other. One can almost feel the desire in the air.

I announce that I'm going to take a bath, and I ask you if you'd like one as well. You hesitate. I know that the time has come, and you do as well. Are you going to give yourself to a man for the first time? There are a couple of bathrobes, and I suggest that, in any case, you make yourself more comfortable by getting out of those sweaty city clothes.

I go and run the bath, putting lots of bathfoam in it. Soon, it is ready, hot and steaming and I get in to relax. I call you in to the bathroom to continue to talk and invite you to sit on the edge of the bath to chat. We talk some more, your eyes are shining, and I place a hand on your bare knee. You place your hand on mine, and I gently pull you towards me to kiss you. It's a first gentle kiss, then I feel your tongue against my lips. I open my mouth, your tongue slips in and flicks around.

I loosen your bathrobe, and slowly it slips from your shoulders. With a movement, it falls to the floor and I pull you towards me again and you come into the bath on top of me. We kiss again, and tentatively, our hands start to move over our bodies.

For a long time, we kiss, tongue against tongue, lips against lips, hands stroking and caressing. I feel you hard against me, and you can feel me hard against you. But the bath is big, the water is still warm and it feels so good, just being together, holding each other so close.

After rinsing ourselves under the shower, we dry each other with huge white fluffy towels, and I pick up in my arms and carry you into the bedroom. There are some candles lit, and the air smells sweet.

I lay you on the bed, and my hands and tongue start to wander over your body. I kiss your lips, your neck and thraot, and then I lick and suck your nipples. You moan with pleasure. My tongue traces a line down towards your belly, and I find your sex, rock hard and oozing with pre-cum. I lick the head, and again a moan escapes from your mouth, and then the whole shaft slips into my mouth. I like the taste of your cock, and my mouth moves up and down sucking you. I lick your balls, and smell your smell, that special smell from your silky pubic hair.

Your turn.

I lay on my back, and for the first time, you discover a man's body. You kiss me passionately, your hands moving across my skin. Your lips travel down to my nipples, and you discover just how much you can turn me on, by nibbling and biting. Then you descend lower and discover my long hard cock. A first lick on the head and then you try the head in your mouth. It feels good, and you try to take more of it into your mouth. It's a bit big, and I whisper that it doesn't matter, it comes with experience. But you like to suck on that cock, to feel its size and hardness, to play with it, to hear my moans of pleasure.

I turn a little in the bed so that each mouth is close to the other's sex, so that we can suck each other's cock. I move you on top of me, and you find that you can fuck me mouth that way. It feels good, your hard cock entering then leaving my mouth. You ask me to do the same, and gently, not forcing it all into your mouth, I fuck your mouth as well.

You want more. "I want you to really fuck me" you whisper.

I softly tell you that first you are going to fuck me, that you'll discover something alse, and you'll better understand it all. You hesitate. I ask you to try.

I lie on my back and lubricate your cock and my arse. Pulling you towards me, I ease your hard cock into me, and raising my legs, you start to move inside me. You had not expected this sensation. My tight arse around your hard cock. It feels really good, too good. The rhythm, the back and forth, increases and suddenly a cry escapes from you, and you have your first orgasm with your cock buried inside another man.

We relax together, stroking and cuddling, kissing tenderly. After a while, I feel desire returning to you, and you start to move around on me. I know the time has come for you to lose your virginity.

Once again, I excite you as before, my tongue and lips flicking over your body, and soon your cock is in my mouth. I lick your balls. Then I lift up your lips so that your tight virgin arsehole is in front of me. My tongue flicks across the puckered skin, and a new moan of desire escapes from you. My tongue forces its way in, and I start to rim your arse. You have never felt anything like this before, and soon you are begging me to fuck you.

I turn you over so that you are bent over doggy style on hands and knees. I lubricate my fingers, and gently I insert one finger then a second. It's very gentle, and it feels good, and I feel the fear leaving you. I even try a third finger, and soon you are hot and ready.

I lubricate my cock, which is long hot and hard, and approach the head close to your tight hole. You feel it, and you press your body against mine so that it starts to push in. Very gently and slowly, it goes in, and I hear moans of first a little pain then desire as you feel your sphincter being stretched to receive my cock.

It's all in, and I wait a moment as I feel your arse twitching. Then slowly and gently, I withdrw almost completely and slide it back in. It feels OK, and I start to fuck you.

You start to get really excited. OK, so it hurt a bit at the beginning, but now my cock is all the way in, it really feels good. I start fucking you quite strongly and I feel you pushing against me for more. Soon, I've pressed you down, and I am lying on top of you, our bodies together and me all the way inside you.

Then we change positions, and I move you on top of me, so that you can ride me. I lift you up and you sit on my cock. You feel it move up inside you, and then you control everything. You start to move up and down, just the way you want it, feeling my long thick cock moving in and out at your speed. I play with your cock, and lift myself up to lick your nipples. You push me down, and lean over me to kiss me deeply.

Then we change again, this time you on your back, legs up in the air, and I enter you again. I push your legs against your chest, and you feel my cock fully inside you, for this is the position of maximum penetration. I feel your rectum tightening around my cock, as if to suck it, and I start to fuck you very hard, with long rapid strokes.

I can feel my orgasm coming and with one hand I start to play with your cock, for I want us to come together. I'm ready to ejaculate and I hear your breathing increase, you pant, you cry out and suddenly I feel your sphincter contract around my cock, you start to gush jets of thick cum, and at the same time, I come, and you feel my love juice shooting against you inside, hot and sweet.

We fall asleep in each other's arms, my cock still semi-hard inside you.

Just Give Me What I Want

Chuck was standing next to the bar. He was in Chicago on business and had decided to check out some of the local action spots. The pool shooter was tall, lean, and rugged looking, just about two inches taller than Chuck's six feet. His muscles were clearly etched by his tight fitting black T-shirt, and his close-hugging faded 501s outlined his heavy basket. His carefully trimmed dark beard and mustache accented a tough, intriguing face. The man always wore his keys on the left, as did Chuck.

Normally, this would have made the guy "off-limits" to Chuck, but something about the graceful ease, the body language, with which the man shot pool gave Chuck an idea. Chuck had always been a gambler. Gambling gave him a rush, a special type of excitement that was almost as good as the high he got from sex. Chuck enjoyed taking chances; he got off on the uncertainty of gambling. And he sensed that the man shooting solitary pool was the same type he was. "How about a game?" Chuck asked the pool player. "Sure." As Chuck racked the balls, he introduced himself and learned his rival's name was Steve. As the game began, both men played with cool deliberation. Though almost evenly matched, Steve successfully called for and sank the eight ball on a difficult bank shot. "Good shot," Chuck said. "Thanks." "Get you a beer?" "You're on."

As they sat at the bar, Chuck asked Steve if he'd be interested in a little private pool tournament and added, "Best of five wins." "Wins what?" Steve asked. "The loser." "And what the winner does with the loser is his business? No restrictions?" "None." "That's fine with me, man, just fuckin' fine," Steve said. As the first game began, Chuck fully expected to win, but he admitted--as all true gamblers do--that he was more interested in the prospect of losing. After four games, each man had two wins. The tension between them grew, and both gave their full attention to this last game. The course of the night would be decided in the next few minutes. Steve broke and sank the seven ball.

The solids were his. Chuck was almost gaping open-mouthed as Steve sank five balls in rapid order. When he narrowly missed a difficult combination on the two ball, Chuck breathed a sigh of relief. Or was it a sigh of disappointment? Chuck had an easy corner shot. Christ, he thought while cueing up, I'm starting to get nervous about this. Just like when I double-down on hundred-dollar-a-hand blackjack. He missed the shot. Steve had no problem with his remaining ball. Then he coolly tapped his pool stick and said, "Eight ball in the right side pocket." He sank the ball effortlessly. "C'mon," he said to Chuck, "we got better games to play." Chuck was practically shaking in his boots as they got into Chuck's car. "Hey, take it easy.

Nothing's gonna happen to you that you don't want," Steve said, and handed Chuck a joint. They had about a twenty minute drive ahead of them. As they smoked and talked, Chuck relaxed somewhat, finding Steve an intelligent, level-headed guy. When they arrived at their destination, Steve gave Chuck a drink, and they smoked another joint. "Take your clothes off. You won't be needing them for awhile" Chuck did as he was told. No hedging. No insurance bets. He'd been won, fair and square. He never welched. "Kneel down in front of me and start smelling this crotch. Yeah, that's the way. Sniff and lick it good. Show me how much you want my cock.

You better love that cock, boy, 'cause you're gonna get a lot of it..." "Maybe I'll give you a taste of my cock now," Steve said, unbuttoning his jeans. His thickly veined shaft stood straight out, a good nine inches long and five inches in diameter. Chuck was so turned on by the sight of Steve's cock that he went hungrily after it. "Not so fast, you greedy fuckin' cocksucker. Just run you tongue around the head. That's it. Lick it like it was a fuckin' lollipop for the good little boy. Kiss it. Show me you really love it. You'll get it all when I'm ready to give it to you. Now, stand up." Chuck obeyed, and Steve pushed him toward the bedroom and ordered him to kneel over the bed. Steve deftly applied a pair of leg shackles to Chuck's quivering ankles and shoved a filthy jockstrap into his mouth. "Stick your ass up high," Steve commanded. When Chuck had complied, Steve laid into his ass with a thick, studded belt. At first Chuck was completely distracted by the pain. Then he tried to count the blows that rained down on him, thinking that this mental exercise would minimize his agony.

He counted to fifty before he gave way to the transcendent torture that was turning his entire body into one sensitive mass of flesh. Each time Steve crashed the belt against his asscheeks, Chuck whimpered through the jock-gag. His muffled cries spurred Steve to strike him harder, letting the swats land on Chuck's thighs and back as well as on his ass. Just when Chuck thought he could stand it no longer, Steve stopped and ran his rough hands over the red-hot buns, criss-crossed with welts and brutal black-and-blue marks. "It's starting to feel good," Chuck's tormentor said. "Let's warm up the inside now." When Steve showed him the foot-long dildo, Chuck cursed his "no restrictions" idea; he thought the monster rubber cock would tear him apart. Steve eased the greased head of the twelve-inch cock into Chuck's tight asshole. "Feels like you ain't used to getting it up the ass, boy. I gotta change that," Steve said.

With one hand holding Chuck's head to the mattress, Steve used the other hand to ram the dildo to the hilt up Chuck's hole. Chuck felt like electric shock were shooting through his bowels, and despite the pissy, cummy gag, his screams echoed in Steve's ears. Steve laughed at Chuck's acute discomfort and shameful humiliation. "Hey, stud, didn't your Daddy ever tell you that if you gamble with the big boys you might get fucked?" Leaving Chuck on the bed, the massive dildo snugly wedged in his ass, Steve left the room to gather up a full array of enema accessories. Throwing the stuff on the bed, Steve said, "Look what we got here. Some stuff to clean you out, pussy. 'Cause if you think you can beat me at pool, you are definitely full of shit. And I got something special just for a fuckin' loser like you." Steve removed the gag from Chuck's mouth and savagely pulled the dildo from his enflamed guts. Steve's "special" allowed two bags to empty into one hose.

One bag was filled with burning hot water; the other with icy cold fluid. Steve roughly shoved the thick nozzle far into Chuck and expertly started to alternate the flow of hot and cold water. "Shit, man--I don't think I can hold anymore," Chuck moaned after a few minutes. "You call me Sir, asshole. And you've got a lot more to go, so you better just fuckin relax. I'm gonna empty both these bags up that tight little ass of yours. You'll take as much as I give you." Chuck felt himself filling up until he thought his guts would burst. But he gritted his teeth and held on until he had taken the full load. Steve pulled the enema nozzle out and roughly shoved a large butt plug into Chuck's tortured ass.

Chuck's insides were wracked with punishing cramps and he begged to be able to relieve himself of the flood that was inside him. "I'll let you get rid of that load, but when you get back, it'll cost you thirty whacks with the belt." "Okay, anything, Sir, I'll do anything you want." When Chuck hobbled back from the bathroom, he had to submit again to Steve's harsh belt. This time Steve made him count the strokes aloud and say "Thank you, Sir" after each one. When Chuck forgot the "Sir" after the eighteenth smack, Steve started over again from stroke one. Tears were falling from Chuck's eyes when Steve finally stopped hitting him, but Chuck knew that his handsome tormentor wasn't finished with him yet. Steve secured Chuck spread-eagled on his back on the bed. "Think I'll give you something to remember me by," Steve grinned. He brought out scissors, a straight razor, and a can of shaving cream. With quick, knowing motions, he completely shaved off Chuck's pubic hair. "Wait till the guys at the gym get a look at the big gambler's shaved crotch," Steve said as he stood back to admire his handiwork.

"You look like a little kid down there now, boy." Steve straddled Chuck's bound body, positioning his cock against Chuck's lips. Then with one tremendous plunge, he shoved his cock all the way down Chuck's throat. Chuck gagged at the sudden invasion, so Steve withdrew his huge prick halfway to allow Chuck to catch his breath before battering down again. "Suck it, man, suck that cock," Steve yelled as he relentlessly fuck Chuck's narrow throat. Finally, when Chuck thought he could take no more of the feverish fucking, Steve cried out "I'm coming, cocksucker, swallow your man's load," and dumped a huge wad of bittersweet semen into Chuck's sucking mouth. Steve untied Chuck from the bed, but told him he'd have to wear the handcuffs and leg shackles all night long. It seemed like Chuck had been sleeping only a few minutes when he heard Steve's voice: "Wake up, gambling boy, I still got some time with you, and I intend to make the most of it." Steve released Chuck from his bondage. Chuck was a bit unsteady after sleeping in chains. Steve practically had to lead him down the stairs to the basement. In the center of the room was a pool table.

With a smirk on his face, Steve said, "Bend over the table. Hold onto the sides and spread your fuckin' legs. I'm gonna take a few practice shots." Chuck did as he was told, and Steve reached for a cue stick. "Open wide," he said as he introduced the stick into Chuck's ass and slowly pushed it in. "Don't you look cute," Steve said as he rotated the stick, stretching Chuck's anal opening. Steve allowed Chuck's ass muscles to work the stick out. Then he reached for a can of Crisco and a pool ball. Greasing the ball, he steadily pushed it up Chuck's ass. Chuck was amazed that he could take it as easily as he did. He began to enjoy the pleasurable sensations that flowed from his asshole throughout his body, but then he felt more pressure on his anal ring as Steve pushed in another ball.

Chuck moaned softly, feeling fuller than he'd ever felt before. Steve reached for another ball and crammed it in Chuck's already full rectum. It was like being fucked by that fourteen-inch cock that porno stories always talked about. As Chuck felt the fourth ball entering him, a surge of indescribable ecstasy overwhelmed him and he yelled, "Shit! Jesus, I'm coming, I'm coming," as he shot a huge wad of creamy ejaculate all over the green felt of the pool table. "Told you you'd get what you wanted," Steve said. "Those balls against your prostate got you off good. Just use your ass muscles to get those balls out now. Easy, boy, real easy, so I get a good show." Chuck gradually pushed the balls out of his satisfied ass and heard them bang, one after the other, on the cement floor. No sooner had the last ball fallen than Chuck felt the head of Steve's monstrous cock in his ass. Steve's strong hands gripped Chuck's sides and with one savage, ass-busting stroke he plunged his hot cock into the other man's ass, fucking it wildly, withdrawing almost all the way before battering it in again.

Both men were grunting loudly, like animals in combat, as Steve gave Chuck a buttfucking he'd never forget. "Tear me apart! Flood my guts with your come, Sir!" Chuck heard himself saying. With a renewed frenzy, Steve plunged in and out of Chuck's ravaged ass. Feeling his balls tighten, Steve gave one more eager thrust and exploded, blasting Chuck's insides with his hot, thick load. After they had cleaned up and dressed, Steve drove Chuck back to the bar, telling him as they parted, "Next time you're in Chicago, give me a call." "You bet," said Chuck. "Hey you play poker?"

Back Row

I am anxious to tell someone about my first experience with another man and, as I don't find anyone immediately available, I thought I'd write it down and forward it along, so that someone would see it.

I first fantasized about doing something with another man when I was 17. A friend who was gay was sleeping over at my house. He slept in my room; I slept on the couch in the living room. Although I did not feel attracted to him, I began fantasizing that he might sneak out into the living room and touch me while I slept. I lay on my back and pulled my blanket aside, exposing my briefs. I would feign sleep and see what he would do, I thought. With half-closed eyes I waited and hoped he would emerge.

He never did. And I never mentioned the fantasy to anyone, but I have always thought about it.

I'm not very attracted to men as sex objects, but the thought of doing something "forbidden" in some sense arouses me. More than that, though, it was the sleeping aspect of the fantasy, I suppose, that has so intrigued me over the last seven years since that night--the vulnerable position I was in, the fearful one he would have been in if he had dared to do anything. And over that time, I struggled both to forget the night, and to make it come true. Yesterday, the latter won out.

I had noticed with little difficulty but fair curiosity the goings-on in the last couple of rows of the local adult theatre. The atmosphere was rather restrained, with mostly older men sitting and staring at young men as they passed by. Occasionally, a young man would sit in one of the last rows, and the older men would look lustfully at him and enviously at the older man he had seated himself closest too. Even more occasionally, two men, after exchanging various looks and subtle signals, would manage to move next to each other. From there, I couldn't see what was happening behind the seats.

After watching this closely a few times, I made my plan. I went to the theatre yesterday, arriving early. The theatre was not crowded, and the back rows were empty. I made my way to the center of the back row, which I had observed was the most serious "action" area. As far as I had been able to tell, no one ever sat there without being "available." I sat down, slouched back in the seat, and half closed my eyes.

Within ten minutes, I noticed out of the corner of my eye the shadow of someone approaching down the row of seats to my right. I closed my eyes and remained still. I could feel the row of seats jostle as he sat in what I estimated to be two or three seats away from me. I could feel his wondering stare and I began to sweat. This, then, would be my fantasy. I would feign sleep no matter what he or anyone else who came along did--it might be nothing, it might something I had never considered. I had no idea who he was or what he looked like. No matter what, though, I would not move.

Moments passed in the darkness. Unconvincing moans and uninspired music emanated from behind the screen I could not see. I felt him shift in his seat. Then, suddenly, my attention was redirected to the left, where I felt the vibration of someone else approaching. He came closer, hesitated, came closer still. Then he sat, not next to me, but there was certainly only one seat between us.

Again the time passed. The music died down and, in my sensory-deprived state, the movie dialogue penetrated my attention despite my best efforts. "Oh, yes. He is so hot!" "Yes, you are right, Tiffany. He is so hot!" Suddenly, a shock ran up my leg. The man on my left had nudged my foot with his. I remained still, though every nerve in my body was on fire. After a minute, another nudge. I was still.

Finally, the row of seats began jostling. I could feel that the man on my left was getting out of his seat, and then quickly, but gently, I could feel his weight coming down in the seat next to me. I felt his breath on my neck and knew he was staring intently at me. No part of him touched me, but I felt an immeasurable weight pressing in on me from all sides. The darkness was oppressive. My heart beat was so fast and loud I thought the whole theatre would hear it. The sound of the movie now seemed to come from miles away.

The spell of the weight and the distant music was broken suddenly. His hand brushed gently, casually, against the side of my leg. The sensation streaked up my body and it was all I could do not to jump out of the seat. I was thinking a mile a minute. This is my pact, I thought, trying to steady myself. My fantasy. I will not move, no matter what. I will not move. I am his--whoever he is--to do with as he pleases, to do with as he dares.

Again, his hand brushed the side of my leg, this time longer and more purposefully. I wondered what he must be thinking. How daring was he willing to be? Does he think I am pretending to sleep? But he couldn't be sure. He too must be afraid.

After that, there was a long wait in the darkness, punctuated by extended periods of his breath on my neck. He was deciding. What should he do next? What should he risk?

Then it happened. His hand landed gently on my thigh. At first it was cupped, so that only the side of his hand and his thumb touched me. Slowly, though, he straightened his hand, so that his palm lay flat on my thigh. In the intense darkness my sensations were heightened. I could feel every finger as it touched my leg in turn.

For a while, his hand stayed motionless, though I could detect a slight trembling. But after a few moments, he moved his fingers, spreading them slightly to feel more of my leg. Then, his hand began to move. My head was reeling. Each nerve his hand touched in succession was more sensitive than the previous one, and sent shrieks of sensation up my body as he reached my inner thigh. That electric feeling of apprehensiveness exploded in my stomach as I thought about where his hand might eventually go. Still, I had not moved.

Suddenly, his hand left my leg. Did he lose his nerve, I wondered. Did the manager walk into the theatre? I became paranoid. My eyes had been shut so long I had no idea what had gone on around me the last twenty minutes. My attention had been so absorbed by the man next to me, I realized I did not know how many other people might be sitting nearby watching. I needed to open my eyes, but now I was paralyzed. My feeling of vulnerability was intensified immeasurably by my fear. Every nerve ending in my body seemed to be straining to make me run. But I wanted more. I wanted him take advantage of my vulnerability. I wanted to be used.

Again I felt his breath on my neck. Again he was thinking. Then, without warning, his fingers touched my crotch. Once, twice, he brushed them gently on my jeans. My mind exploded in fear and apprehension and delight. So afraid had I been the last few minutes, that my penis was not erect at his first touch. But with his gentle stroking, the purely physical erotic nature of the experience began to mount. As I grew erect under my jeans, he began to stroke less softly.

Finally, he stopped and shifted in his seat. Slowly, I felt my zipper being opened. Then, my jeans button being undone. Still, I had not moved. I had no idea exactly what he was thinking. Gently but quickly, he fumbled with my underwear and grasped with his fingertips my erect penis. The split-second thrill of the first touch surged through me.

After a little more fumbling, he had my penis out in the open. The air of the theatre was a chilly contrast to the sweaty confinement of my jeans. For all I knew, there were a dozen men nearby now looking at me sitting there with my penis sticking out. The thought was so frightful and exhilarating I hardly know how to describe the strange resulting combination feeling. Whatever doubts he had before, he must have known now that I was pretending to sleep. What must he think of me, I worried. But I didn't care. I would keep my pact. I would not move. He could do anything to me and I promised myself I would not move.

At this point, things began happening so fast I could hardly keep track. As he stroked my penis, I sensed him leaning closer to me. I felt his mouth kiss my neck softly as I lay there with my head back on the seat. He moved down my neck with his tongue and then kissed my nipple through my shirt. He sat up and I felt his finger brush my lips. I sensed him moving toward me, and he kissed my lips, several times, just barely touching them. He waited, and kissed me again, this time sweeping his tongue through my slightly opened lips and touching my teeth. Then, he sat back.

My attention was suddenly shifted. On my right, another man had just sat down next to me. I had lost all sense of my surroundings and had forgotten completely that there might be other men around. Immediately, I felt two hands on my penis. Another hand began reaching up my shirt to feel my chest. The man on my left began kissing and licking my lips again. The new guy on the right bent down and took my penis into his mouth. It felt like hands were all over me, in my hair, on my chest, on my balls. The man on the right pushed his tongue past my teeth into my mouth. I was blind with sensations.

Before long, though, I came into the man on the right's mouth, and the sensations started to die away. A sense of relaxation hit me, but also a sense of embarrassment. Hands still petted and stroked me, but tentatively now. I had not planned how I would get out of this situation, and now I was in a bind. Without thinking of any clear plan, I moved slightly. Somewhat comically, all the hands jumped off me--as if anyone could still believe I really had been asleep. I guess it was just a reaction born of the tension that had mounted. Quickly, I opened my eyes, and in one motion, stood and began to squeeze past the man on the right. Buttoning my pants and pulling up my zipper clumsily as I made my way along the row, I'm sure I was quite a spectacle. Glancing back only once, I saw only that there were about a half a dozen men sitting within a few seats of where I had been. One sat in the seat directly in front of me, with his arm draped over the back, and I expect his was one of the hands I felt too.

Now, even a full day later, I can't quite get used to thinking about it. I'm drenched in sweat and erect again having written it down and relived it. I guess I can't go back to that theatre again. I wouldn't be able to recognize who had seen me, and I don't think I would like that feeling. But, now I'm yearning for another experience. I suppose I'll have to find another theatre, or maybe think of something more creative. Anyway, just had to relay it to someone. Thanks.

Foreman

I was walking by the new office towers going up and stopped for a moment to watch the guys. Hunks all of them and sweaty hard-working men. Younger and older, most of them huge with bulging muscles from all the hard labor. But there was one guy who seemed bigger than the rest.

He looked to be about 45 years old with a weathered face. He wore a yellow hard hat that fit tightly over his short, brown curls. He had sunglasses and a thick bristly mustache with several days growth of stubble that looked like the beginning of a beard. He wore a T-shirt that hugged his massive frame and jeans that fit snugly over his huge thick thighs. Soft brown hair billowed out from the top of the t and his arms were enormous! The biceps bunched and flexed as he moved, and his back was amazing - thick and muscled. A real stud construction worker. I watched him moving around the yard. He seemed to be the foreman. He was giving instructions to the other guys who jumped to attention at his command. I was struck by his macho attitude as he strode around.

There was a crane attempting to lift several big steel beams - they looked like they weighed a couple tons. Just as the foreman was walking under them, I heard a loud snap! The cable broke and the beams started falling to the ground. Quickly the foreman reached up, and I couldn't believe what I saw.

He caught the beams in his bare hands and they never hit the ground! I started to get hard seeing the power in this man.

The other guys gathered round and cheered the strength of the foreman. The foreman held the beams over his head and rested them on his shoulder. All the guys watched in amazement at this show of pure power. The sleeves on the foreman's shirt ripped open as his arms flexed with the weight of the beams. He slowly let most of the beams down and his shirt buttons popped with the pump he was getting. There he stood with one of the beams across his shoulder, the tattered shirt exposing his massive hairy pecs, and a growing bulge in his dirty jeans! He walked around for a minute with the beam across his shoulder and then -

He bent it in two! All his power bent a fucking steel beam over his traps! His power and strength was superhuman! This god of a man was huge with rock hard muscle and a confidence that was completely sexy. He tossed the bent beam off his shoulders across the yard and the guys cheered. I was so hard I thought I'd cum right then, but then the business got back to normal and I left, thinking about this powerhouse and how much I'd love to service his massive muscle. How much I'd love to feel the power in his arms and chest as he bent iron bars and fucked my brains out with his muscle cock.

Later that day, I walked back by the construction site hoping to get a glimpse of that superman. As I approached, I noticed they were closing the gates. It was him! He was locking the gates and getting ready to go home. As I passed him my heart raced, and I did my best to avoid looking right at him. After I passed him, I glanced back. He was looking at me! And smiling.

I paused and smiled back. He locked the gate and came over to me. "Scott Sanders," he introduced himself. "I was just heading home for a cold one. Care to join me?"

"Sure!" I jumped at the chance. We climbed into his truck and drove off. "I passed earlier today," I said. "Saw you bend that beam. Woah! You must be really powerful." I was getting hard and covered my lap with my knapsack to hide my growing erection." He grinned back, "Yeah. I'm strong. Strong as a fucking bull! Feel this arm." He let go of the steering wheel and flexed his huge arm. The biceps bulged and twisted. His forearms were massive and hairy. "Wow! Your arms are huge. They must be what - 23 inches?" "Twenty-seven. Twenty-eight and a half when I'm pumped. Pretty hot, huh? I like being big, man. It really impresses everyone. Turns me on, showing it off. Look at that." He glanced down at his crotch. His hardening cock was snaking down his pant leg. It looked thick and long.

"Shit!" I gasped. "Like it?" he asked. "That isn't even hard - yet." "Yeah!"

Let's get home then. We drove to his house, a little bungalow with a couple of cars in the drive. Once inside, he led me into the living room. "Let's forget the beers, okay?" He grabbed me and pulled me to him. His lips met mine and we kissed. His hot tongue was halfway down my throat. "Nothing like a muscleman to make love to, huh? Feeling the power in my fucking guns. I could crush you with one hand, man. But I'm fucking gentle. Real man, muscle, baby. Feel it. All of it." My hands roamed inside his shirt, running my fingers through the bushy hair that swirled over his massive pecs. I touched his nipples, erect and hot. I unbuttoned his shirt and felt his rock hard abs, covered in the same silky hair. My hands couldn't fit around his wrists let alone his incredibly huge biceps, which he tensed and flexed for me. "I'm your fucking muscleman, baby. I'm gonna show you what a real man feels like. A real fuckin' stud fuckin' your hot throat. You want it don' t you?"

"Yeah," I whispered. "Show me those huge muscles. Show me what you can do with them."

Scott led me into the bedroom and I stripped for him. Then he took off his sweaty work shirt and I saw the expanse of his chest and shoulders. This man was HUGE! His shoulders were wide and striated, veins snaked into the hair on his huge pecs and down over his 28" biceps. He unzipped his pants and let them down. His cock was encased in a pair of worn briefs. It pushed the front out and threatened to break through from the sheer weight of it. My own 7 inches was hard as a rock and bobbing up and down in anticipation. He stood back and started posing, talking all the while. "Yeah, I work out a lot. Every chance I get. It's freaky to watch, man. Pumping fuckin' huge weights, and feeling my body expanding.

Look at these fucking pecs!" He flexed them and waves of muscle rolled through them. "And these arms, man. Look at these fuckin' guns!" He raised his arms and pulled them down into the most incredible double biceps. "Feel the power in these arms, baby." I ran my fingers over the bulging muscle and traced the veins in his forearms. His eyes followed my fingers as they worshipped his huge muscle, he was turned on by himself and my fingers showed awesome respect to this superman of muscle. "Yeah, touch that muscle. Feel it! Feel these hard abs, baby. Punch 'em!" I punched his gut, as hard as I could. He didn't move an inch. "HARDER!" he shouted. I punched as hard as I could, but it wasn't hard enough for him. He grabbed a 2x4 from the corner of the room and pulled it across his rock hard stomach. "LIKE THIS, MAN!" The board cracked in half across his gut, and splintered. Then he grabbed a piece of chain and wrapped it around his neck. "WATCH THIS, BABY. YOUR FUCKIN' MUSCLEMAN'S GONNA BREAK OUT!"

He tensed his huge thick neck muscles and his face went red. His neck thickened and strained, and the chain snapped and fell to the floor. Showing all this power and muscle was making his cock stretch his briefs, tenting them out obscenely. His muscle was turning him on! "FEEL THIS FLEX, BABY!" He hit a most muscular pose and I watched as one by one his muscles tensed - traps flared and bunched beside his thick neck. Delts squared off and striated beside ripped hairy pecs, deeply cut as each cord of muscle defined itself. Veins and thick biceps popped, Cords sprang out in his hairy forearms. Huge tree trunk quads tightened and his calves split in 2 as the flex ended in this monster's feet. "YEAH!!! FUCKIN' POWER, MAN!! FEEL ALL THIS FUCKIN' MUSCLE, BABY!" I touched every inch of him, glorying in his huge mass and definition. He gritted his teeth like a savage animal, more monster than man, pushing all his superhuman stength into the flex.

He growled as my hands and lips worshipped his huge body, which was rocking back and forth like he was showing it off for a room full of adoring people. His cock strained at the shorts and when he stood up - they tore open! There was a thick 12 inch monster, veined and heavy with a purple head, the piss slit stretched open with his excitement. "SUCK!" he ordered. "SUCK THAT MONSTER!" He picked me up and turned me upside down and I grabbed his huge rock hard bone. He tongued my asshole and licked my balls while I took more and more of his muscle dick in my throat. I sucked hard and he groaned throwing his head back in ecstasy. Finally he put me down and we lay on the bed to 69.

He grabbed my hard dick and sucked like an expert, his cheeks pulling the cum out of my aching balls. I licked his hairy nuts and thighs. Tongued his shaft and finally deep throated this hardest of dicks! He got over top of me and thrust his hard cock down my willing throat. "SUCK THAT MUSCLE! SUCK THAT MUSCLE!" he chanted. I went at his dick with fervor and he went back down on mine. We both couldn't take it anymore and sat up to finish off. He pulled my cock in his huge hairy hands and I shot an incredible load over his thighs. Then he flexed his biceps and I licked them while I jerked his massive prick until it shot all over my chest.

Now when I pass construction sites I have to carry my knapsack in front of me. I can't help getting hard, thinking about all the muscle and power working in those yards.

Brawn

Then he looked deeply into my face with a stern, almost furious stare. Turning out lights off, he waved me back to the darkened entrance to the rear of the building, cautioning me to be quiet as we slipped into the cold, dusty shell that would one day never remember the salty, crisp scent of new mortar over the light dusting of rugs and wallpaper and paint. We slipped deep down into the center of the building to a low hanging room with a dirt floor, eventually to be the furnace room.

Phil pulled me into a dark corner, the only light coming from a single bulb dangling in the center of the room. We waited in silence, my mind racing with the idea that Phil had brought me down to seduce me, standing side by side in silence as he watched not me, but the far door. When I began to speak, he quieted me, and a few moments later, the door opened.

There was a grunt and the door opened. Saul entered as though walking onto a stage, a long beam resting over one shoulder. His jet black hair was matted along the edges of his face by sweat, his beard glistening. His dark brown eyes didn't turn us in the shadows. Saul went about his business, measuring and marking the timber.

A second man entered, Ted, another beam across his brawny shoulders. His red hair was darker where wet and his overalls clung to his naked chest redefining the outline of his hairless, hulking torso. His tongue licked the salt from his blond mustache as he rested the board by the first.

Two other workmen entered together, hammers, nails and tools dangling from their belts. The shorter, stocky one, Nick, black curly hair framing his ruddy face, stepped away from the others and stretched. The smooth, thinner blond, Alan, yawned as well, resting against the wall.

The bull stood from his work and stretched, arranging his crotch as he walked to the back wall. There was a dull rasp as he turned profile, reaching deep inside his fly to haul out his gnarled cock. He held it a moment in the light fondling it before he stood straighter and let loose a steaming stream of piss. The murky yellow liquid splash against the bricks and trickled down, the room suddenly heady with the sour aroma. The other men sought out their cocks instinctively as they watched Saul, their movements outlining their swelling thicknesses.

Nick was the first to open his fly, snapping away the buttons to his dingy jeans and taking his meat into his palm. His fingers slipped tenderly along the length, drawing the foreskin back to expose the dark violet head.

Ted smiled at the olive-skinned man, his own long, tender pink cock wrapped in his calloused, stained hand. Wisping tufts of red- blond hair curled like mist from the opening of his pants as he manipulated himself. His other hand reached to bend the tough skin of his chest, twisting a nipple tightly under his thumb. Saul turned and stared wide-eyed at the two men, then grinned, his own cock rising in his hand. The three sets of eyes turned simultaneously to Alan, the ruddy blond who still had not opened his pants. Slowly, the zipper was lowered and his hand disappeared, hauling with it a thick, blunt staff, veins ropy and bloated under the white skin.

The three gawked at the man's size. Alan smirked, having seen that look from everyone who glanced down at him naked. With carefully calculated steps, he sauntered to the crouching Nick, waving the rigid prick before his open mouth. Nick's face went blank, eyes turning up into Alan's leering face. The blond bent forward and slid the tip along Nick's full, pouting lips, a glistening streak of precome oozing in a string when he pulled away.

Phil let loose a breath against my ear, his eyes focused full on the men. They could and probably did see us from where they were, but for some reason, they didn't care. Glancing down, I saw Phil's fingers wedged over a pulsing lump beneath his dark blue pants, his hips pressing up against his palm. I couldn't help but imitate his movements, my own cock hard and cramped in my loose pants. But I wasn't going any further until he did.

Nick let himself go and took Alan's firm thighs in his hand, pulling the cock to his mouth, closing his eyes and swallowing just the tip. Alan's grimaces told them that Nick was inexperienced, that his teeth were rasping the tender flesh.

Nick opened wider, taking more, his lips tightening over his teeth. Alan sighed, letting his head roll back as he guided more of the salty meat down the eager throat. His hand wrapped Nick's glossy curls as he began to push himself deeper, grinding his hips, jabbing more with each thrust.

Saul came up behind the husky blond, unbutton his shirt and loosening his pants until he was naked. Alan let his body rest back on the massive bulk of the dark-haired man, Saul's hands rolling over the pale flesh, squeezing and punching the muscles roughly.

Ted ripped his overalls away and entered the trio wearing only his thick socks and boots. He undressed Saul, tearing away the clothes and filling his mouth with the dark hair and hard muscles underneath.

Saul grunted and pulled the man down on him, holding and lifting his hips until the long pink cock hovered over his open mouth. The huge man wrapped his hands around Ted's tense, round ass and thrust it deep down his throat, gagging and slurping as he forced the meat deeper into him.

Phil didn't speak, his eyes glued to the action before us, but his body was in constant motion. His fingers slipped down and opened his pants, the light barely catching on the thick, firm lump of flesh he drew out. He stroked it evenly, slowly, pulling the loose flesh up toward the head and then down, his thumb stroking the head as a glistening wad of precome bubbled out and rubbed sticky over the tip.

I pulled mine out as well, teasing myself as I watched him and the four workmen, soaking in the action like a dry sponge dropped in a river. Phil wet his palm with his tongue, smearing the spit along his length, then, without looking away, slickened his other hand and slipped its cool length over me. I gasped and shuddered, immediately grasping his own rampant cock and letting him fuck my hand as he watched the men across the room. Alan pulled the ruddy, unshaven face off his dripping cock and pushed Nick to the hard dirt floor. Holding the gristled chin between his hands, Alan shoved Nick roughly against Saul's full cock. The meat was as thick as Alan's but not as long, curving up slightly, the head hard and round and full.

Alan slammed the handsome face against the rank crotch, forcing the cock deeper and deeper into the man's throat, rubbing his nose in the coarse black hair as Nick coughed and gasped. Saul was jutting his hips against the succulent mouth wrapping itself over him to sooth his heat. He flexed his arms and lifted Ted further up on his face, spreading the pale, hairless cheeks. The man hung above his mouth as Saul lay below him his tongue darting out to nick and scrape the rosy, wrinkled hole. Ted shivered and sighed, wriggling frantically as the grizzly, bearded mouth feasted on his hole, digging up into him, stabbing him with the sharp tip. Alan was watching them closely while pounding Nick's mouth against Saul's matted, dense ballsac, the tongue lapping through the hairs like a starved dog. Alan hauled Nick to the other side of the men, pressing his head into the dirt and raising his dark, wooly ass high and open. Ted dove into the parted globes, his blond mustache raking through the dense grove, his red hair bobbing as he squirmed and swigged the tart, spicy flavor.

Alan stood and flexed, his hand pumping his engorged organ, pulling the densely veined flesh harshly. He straddled his legs, watching as these rugged men took from their buddies what they wanted with a passion they rarely showed to their wives. Without a word, Phil was between my legs, opening my pants and pulling them down around my ankles as he turned me sideways, his eyes not losing sight of the other men. Holding my balls tight in his fist, he pointed my cock straight up to his mouth and swallowed it down in one long, moist stroke sending stars to my eyes.

Alan knelt between Saul's spread thighs smoothing the spit and drool Nick had saturated the lush bush. Saul raised his legs eagerly, urgently, folding his body against the harsh fingers, relaxing his sphincter then clamping it down as one then two fingers were immersed into the vibrating layers of muscle. Ted lifted his soaked face from Nick's ass almost as though commanded, lifting away from Saul's probing tongue. Taking the round, burnished hips in his hands he positioned the hole under his cock. He pressed forward and Nick shouted, his face tense and flaming, gritting his teeth and digging his fingers deep into the earth.

Ted didn't care, plunging deeper, burying the hilt into the resisting flesh. His body rammed against the gingery buttocks, quivering with the power released on him, driving the greek's face into the dirt.

Alan sidled between the Saul's shaggy thighs tapping the head of his cock against the brown hole. Saul wailed as the blond forced his massive, swollen cock up between the hard thighs. Saul's voice was muffled as he raised his face to clamp onto the pale, pounding globes of Ted's heaving ass.

Alan lifted the crushing legs over his shoulders like beams of wood, gouging deeper with every powerful jab, sinking his meat down to slap his balls loudly against Saul's furry crack. Phil had worked several fingers deep up my tender ass, taunting me, teasing me open. Snapping around, he stood himself behind me and spit into his hand, rubbing the glistening wad into my near virgin hole and positioning himself at the lips. Luckily, I was warmed up by his fingers and the sight of the other men that the pain was swift and fleeting and quickly replaced by a throb and ache at the base of my cock.

Dust flew around us as our dark, brawny bodies flew against each other in heat. Phil's breath was hot on my neck, the open fly rasping against my naked ass, our heavy belts banging as we quickened our strokes to match the others. Like Phil and I, they were like beasts, mindless in their lust, soaked in their desires, coated with dust and grime.

Out salty, pungent scent filled the overheated air and lay sticky on my tongue. Our voices -- grunts and cries and moans -- boomed like thunder raining into stale air from their lips. We couldn't stop no matter who heard or saw, hammering body against body, drowning in our lust. Saul gripped his tough, bloated cock and twisted it, shooting pain into his erotic fervor as Alan pistoned his sleek cock through him. His come spurted in drooling, viscous streams into the matted, filthy hair on his chest, load after load coating him in a deep, milky puddle. Alan pulled out with a sucking pop, tossing his head back as his jism spewed across Saul, laying in syrupy strands on his beard, dripping in globs down his lips.

Ted began wailing and sat back in the slippery pool of come coating Saul's broad torso, his sperm gushing from his cock like blood pumped from an open artery, slapping Nick's face as the man turned, landing like buckets of water across his outstretched tongue.

Nick's hand was a blur as it whipped his blistering red cock, jolt after jolt of white hot come wrenched from his body, flying into the stagnant air and blanketing the other three men with a stinging, starchy film.

"Oh, yeah, yeah, shoot that come out there! Yeah, come on, fucking shoot all over, man!" Phil shouted in my ear as he watched the lengths of ropy spunk spew through the air. My body emptied out as Phil pulled away, his strong hand pressing my body to lean forward until I felt the cool, damp stream of jism splash over my exposed ass, tickling as it began to trickle down my sweaty, hairy crack.

My dick exploded, blinding me, splattering puddles forced like hot lead from my tight balls, my throat soar from groans and bellows as my body heaved out the last of its explosion and leaned quivering back on Phil who held me upright until my legs worked again.

We fell together in exhaustion, minds whirling with the thrill of what we had done, unembarrassed but unable to speak. Touching them was like touching idols, and their welcoming grasp filled me with a rush that lifted my soar cock again. We lay together on the floor, licking up the spent come as it grew tight and sticky on their faces and chests. Phil was there, too, twisting and grappling playfully with Saul.

Taking my hand, he pulled me over to him, laying me down and lightly playing with my body as though he had never seen one like it before. He smiled, relaxing with the other men, and for a moment, I thought he was going to say something. But he just smiled. What's to say?

The Burlington Mall Experience

Driving back from Burlington to Framingham this Friday afternoon, I put on the radio and heard the temperature - 102 degrees. We were in the middle of a heat wave that made everyone feel like moving to Alaska. I had the air conditioning on high as I pulled onto 128 South, but the heat made the inside of the car feel like a pressure cooker. Unfortunately, there was an accident on the highway, and all the cars were backed up. I had to turn the air conditioner off (so the car would not overheat) and open the windows.

Traffic was at a standstill, and even with the windows open, there was no small breeze of air to break the heat of the 3PM sun. I pushed the car into neutral and laid my head against the back of the seat. I knew that I had to conserve energy to keep cool, so I closed my eyes and started to breath normally. It was so hot that my thoughts began to wonder into a daydream - but this was not a fantasy, it was an account of the activities that I had just been a part of at the Burlington Mall.

It was Wednesday, and as hot as a whore's cunt. I decided to take the day and spend it sitting in my air conditioned room in front of the computer. I must have logged into every BBS in existence around the country when I finally logged into one of my favorite Boston boards. I was relieved when I saw one of my old friends online. We entered chat immediately.

Steve was at work, and we had not seen each other for a few months. We typed away on the computer and then discussed having lunch together later in the week. Friday was a good day for both of us, and since he worked in Burlington, I agreed to meet him at the Burlington Mall at 12:00 Noon. I asked him to confirm the next day, and then we jumped offline. I wrote in my appointment book: "Lunch, 12:00, Steve, Burlington Mall, BayBank machines."

The next day, I logged in and received an e-mail message: "Brownie - looking forward to lunch tomorrow at the Mall - can't wait to see you again - maybe we can rent a motel room? Love always, Steve." The thought of seeing Steve again made me quiver. He was married, had two kids, and was the epitome of a family man, even down to the clandestine rendezvous that we had three months ago - complete with pictures of the wife and children.

I thought back to that time we had shared and smiled from ear to ear. it was like being in bed with a wild animal who had not eaten for months, and I did not mind being the food to satisfy him. I still believe that I have a few burns on my inner thighs where his mustache was grinding into me. That was one night that I shall never forget. Of course, a repeat performance might be entertaining, but that first time was the height of ecstasy.

That night, I tried to go to bed early so that I could accomplish all the errands that had to be done before I drove north to meet Steve. I closed my eyes and tried, but the image of his throbbing cock made me feel more and more awake. The sheet over my groin began to rise and I knew that I could not wait until another 14 hours to release my passion. Tempting as it was, I resigned myself to waiting - knowing that good things come to those who are patient. When I awoke, my balls were swollen, and the muscles in my stomach were in knots.

I got out of bed and took a cold shower to calm myself so that I could carry out the tasks scheduled for this morning. The cold water fell on my body and became instantly warmed by my burning flesh. As I soaped myself, I ran my hands and fingers over ever inch of my chest and legs, avoiding the crucial areas. I knew that the slightest touch would set me loose, and I did not want to waste any chances to give Steve all that I had.

The events of the day went quickly, and I pulled onto the Mass Pike heading for 128 at 11:15 AM. By the time that I arrived at the entrance to the mall, it was 11:45 AM. Fifteen minutes early was just good enough to sit down, have a cigarette, watch some of the people in the stores, and mentally prepare for the afternoon of delight. The entrance that I needed to use was blocked off, and there was a sign telling me to enter the mall through Jordan Marsh.

I walked through the store and received many complimentary stares. I guess that the white shorts, blood red tank top, and knee socks were a good combination. I knew that I wanted to look good for Steve, and this was the confidence builder that I needed. As I exited the store into the mall, my eyes widened. I had forgotten about the construction that was started about a year ago.

The entire inside of the mall was covered in scaffolding, and cluttered with heavy machinery. Aside from the inanimate objects that possessed most of the space, there were construction men that went along with the equipment. As far as my eyes could see, the men milled around carrying various objects such as tools, and planks, and blueprints.

If this was not the crowning glory to the already burning desire that was inside me, I do not know what could have been. I made my way to the BayBank ATMs to wait for Steve. On the way, I took careful notice of all the renovations and the people who were working on them. Steve was in for a LONG session of animalistic hedonism due to the sights that I beheld.

I sat against one of the pillars that surrounded the area. I watched carefully for Steve, anxious for his arrival. I wanted to skip lunch and run right over to the Howard Johnson's Motor Lodge across the street and release the desires and feelings that I had. It was 12:10PM and Steve had not yet arrived.

I looked at my watch and saw that it was 12:15PM now. Steve could have been late, but at this point I did not care. It was Friday, and as we all know, pay day. It was also lunch hour, and the construction men took the opportunity to go to the bank and either deposit, or cash, the checks they had just received. I found that where I sat was the prime vantage point for the ensuing parade of studly hunks.

It was like attending a fashion show. Almost every man in the mall walked down the corridor, past me, and to the ATMs. Each one holding check in hand, and hurrying to get money for lunch. As they passed by, I made my visual inspections of each one. Each possessed unique merits, and I had never seen such a multitude of gorgeous males before in one place.

Because of the intense heat that day, the dress code was uniform. Each one wore cut off denims, and either a half tee-shirt or a sweat-top with the sleeves cut to the shoulders. I was expecting to see at least a few men who were older, or had the paunchy physiques of a tired manual laborer, but not one of them matched that description.

The other oddity that I noticed, was that as I semi-cruised the stream of studs, at least HALF cruised back! This had to be my imagination, so when they finished their business at the bank, I once again looked intently at them. They also cruised me, and I knew that it was not a hopeful fantasy, but the real thing.

As the procession waned, I looked at my watch to see how late Steve was. It was 12:45PM and he was no where in sight. My heart sank as I realized that he had stood me up - but was confident that he had a good reason. There would be no way that he could miss the meeting that we set up intentionally, for he was as excited as I was to be together again.

Figuring that the date was cancelled, I proceeded to look for a telephone to call my answering machine and check for a message from him. On the way to the phones, I noticed that the construction had halted, and the crews were lining the corridors, sitting against the walls, eating and talking. I felt wonderful as I passed by and received a few looks, a few smiles, and two comments about my tight ass.

I located the row of telephones and called my machine. There was a message from Steve. "Brownie, sorry for not showing up. The boss was in a rampage and we all had to skip lunch today. I hope you get this message before you wait too long for me - I really looked forward to being with you again. Maybe we can reschedule for next week?"

After getting the message from Steve, and sitting in the mall for an hour, I was thoroughly depressed. I wanted so badly to see him, and needed this time to express my natural needs with another man. I decided that it would have to wait until we could see each other again, but this was not a happy thought. I now had to head back to Framingham and the long drive was not a happy thought either. Before I departed, I had to make a "pit stop" in the men's room.

I made my way to the Food Court of the mall, and found more of the construction workers lining the corridor. They looked hot and sweaty - just the way I like them. Many of them had removed their shirts to battle the heat - the only reason that I was thankful for the high temperatures that day. I wandered through the center of the area and headed for the back exit where the bathrooms were located.

Walking into the bathroom, I noticed that I was alone, which surprised me due to the multitude of people in the mall at that time. I went into a stall and sat down, preparing for the long drive ahead. I looked at the walls of the small cubicle and noticed that most of the writing was washed off, but there was some new writing on the left wall. "Hot cock sex is the greatest!", "BWM 31 seeks young studs for J/O call 478-XXXX.", "I need my 8 1/2 inch cock in a guys mouth.", "I like to get fucked. If you like to fuck, meet here 8/12 at 1:00".

I was always an aficionado of t-room poetry, so this was nothing special to me. The last one though, set off a flag in my mind. I looked at my watch and saw that it was time for that anonymous person to arrive. I figured that it was bogus - as many of them were, but the thought of his arrival still entertained me.

During the time that I pondered about what the author of this message looked like, the door to the bathroom opened, and someone entered. I heard the footsteps approach the stalls, and without hesitation, the other customer occupied the stall next to me. Listening intently, the sound of a belt being unbuckled, a snap being opened, and a zipper being drawn down, filled the porcelain chamber. I saw his pants drop to his ankles under the partition and his right foot positioned itself close to the imaginary line that separated the floor space between the two enclosures.

I never could be accused of having a foot fetish, but in the time when I cruised t-rooms, there is an amount of proficiency one develops when watching the feet of the man next to you. I tend to scale and calibrate the amount of space that the foot moves against the tiles in the floor. This way, along with the amount of upward and downward tapping movement, one can generally ascertain the intentions of his neighbor.

This one was different. The lighting in the room was such that my vision was impeded, and I could not tell exactly by the size and shoe type what the age of my assumed partner would be. This added a sort of mystery to the situation that made my cock grow hard. Of course, at this point in the day, that was not a difficult feat to achieve.

My mind raced with the probabilities that this was the same man who wrote the invitation on the wall, and my ears and eyes became open with anticipation of any signs that I may receive. The tension was building and I heard only silence and saw no motion. Suddenly, my heart stopped as the foot began to move. Slow tapping at first, no sound. Then a slight shift toward my side, then a click of the heel.

That was all the information I needed and quickly deciphered the code that was transmitted to me: "Wanna play a game?" The foot remained still for a few moments, awaiting a reply to the message. I, of course, responded in the same code - Tap, tap, tap, slide, click - connection made. I wanted a 9600 baud transfer at this point, seeing that my balls were aching with anticipation, and I figured that we would not be alone for long.

I got my wish - I felt and saw the intruder's foot approach mine and place itself against my own. The pure excitement of the moment could have caused me to cum, and the slight physical contact sent electric shocks up my leg. The foot retreated quickly as the sound of the outside door opening reverberated on the smooth white walls. Two men entered. Both talking at the same time.

"It's hot out there - CHRIST! How do they expect us to work in heat like this?" "I dunno, good thing we ain't workin' tonight. Ya know, some of the guys gotta stay after for closing up, security ain't comin' in today." The faucets were turned on and there was no doubt that the two gentlemen were washing their hands after lunch. They left the bathroom and the door shut behind them.

I wanted to speed up the activities that were taking place between myself and my suitor, so I hastened to pull up my shorts and exit the stall. I figured that if I stood at the sinks long enough, he would eventually come out - then I could make contact, and see if he was someone that I wanted to get involved with. I turned on the water and washed my hands. My eyes kept darting to the space under the stall where I could see the feet of my would-be partner. I waited for two minutes until I saw motion.

The door of the stall finally opened. It seemed like an eternity until my prey exited into the sink area. I turned and glanced at him quickly, making sure to obviate the need for informality, and scoped his entire frame. I turned toward my task at the sink once again and waited for him to approach. Thinking about what I saw made me wonder.

He stood no more than 5'6", with straight blonde hair cut in the antiquated "bowl style". Age, approximately 19, weight, 145-155 pounds. Small features, and a feminine stance. DEFINITELY *NOT* my type at all. But, what the fuck? I was horny, and so was this kid. Beggars can't be choosers, right?

I figured that I would let him get a good look at me, and if he liked what he saw, or at least settled for a few minutes of fun if he did not like me, he would approach me at this point. I shut off the water and made my way to the hand dryer. He was standing next to the machine on the wall, so as I ran my hands under the hot stream of air, I looked intently into his eyes, not paying attention to what I was doing. He, in turn, looked into my eyes, and I knew at this point that he was ready for action.

The hand dryer shut off automatically. I rested my left elbow on top of the unit and moved closer to him, pinning him against the wall. He seemed frightened by my blank expression and open glare. "So, I guess you're here for the same thing as me, huh?" His eyes moved around my face as I spoke, and upon my last word, he tilted his head slightly to the right and furrowed his brow.

"Don't play stupid, it's too late for that." His actions were the same as I placed this sentence in front of him. At that moment, I backed off, realizing that he did not understand me. I stepped backward a few inches and looked at him. He straightened as I retreated, and I saw him relax slightly. It was apparent to me at this moment that I was dealing with a deaf boy.

From my limited training in sign language, I finger-spelled my name, and then the word: "Hi." He smiled as I did this and returned the salutation in the same manner. Connection made - handshake complete. I made the sign for "Sorry." and smiled. He quickly signed to me, which I did not understand, but from the facial expression understood that he was not offended. This made me even more relaxed around this young man.

The door to the bathroom opened, and three men entered. More of the construction workers from the inside of the mall. We both looked at them, and placed ourselves in a non-threatening position, far enough away form each other as not to be obvious. We continued to sign to each other, and I found out that his name was Chris. The three men in the room, watched us as they used the urinals.

"Hey, Bill - look at the two deaf guys. They're talking in that sign language stuff." "Yeah," said one of the others, "we could probably insult the living shit outta them and they wouldn't even hear it!" "YO! Cool down, Bobby, that ain't nice." was the response from the remaining man. I, of course, knew what they were saying, but did not let on that I could hear them. In a slow process, I informed Chris about the conversation behind us. He smiled as I proceeded to interpret the comments for him.

"Hey, Dave - you sweet on 'em, eh? Why you stickin' up for 'em?" "Fuck off, Chuck. They're probably nice kids. Leave 'em alone." The man who said that had the protective sound in his voice of a father that is shielding his children. Then Bill spoke again. "I wonder if they fuck like normal people?" "I dunno, why don't you fuck them and find out, faggot." was the retort from the man in the middle.

My translation of the conversation was crude, but Chris understood, and he began to grin from ear to ear. I decided to scare the piss out of them so that they would leave us alone to get on with business. I slowly turned around and faced the first man who had spoken. "You gonna stand there with you dick in your hand, or can you prove that you know how to use it?"

All three men stood straight up and glared at me as my voice echoed though the room. Surprise was not the term that I would use to describe the expression on Chuck's face, but for lack of a more intense adjective, it will do. "Holy shit! Hey, sorry about that man. Didn't mean it. I thought you were deaf. OH CHRIST! I'm really sorry." The other two, Dave and Bill, began to laugh.

I stood motionless, Chris behind me, looking at Chuck. "So, I asked you a question. Do you know how to use it, or are you just another big talker?" Dave and Bill began to shake feverishly with laughter as I propositioned Chuck. "YEAH CHUCK - he asked you a QUESTION. Answer him, Chucky, you afraid?" Bill had asked this question in a taunting manner, obviously trying his best to annoy his co-worker. "Oh, fuck you! What do ya think, I'm a fag or something? No way, man. Like I said, sorry. I want to get outta here." Chuck headed for the door.

Bill, who was closest to the exit stepped in front of him and blocked his retreat. Then he said: "Hey, you asked ME if I was sweet on them, but maybe YOU are.... go for it, dude!" Chuck tried to get past Bill, but was unable to. "Come on, lemme out. I was kiddin'!" He was noticably nervous at this point, and looked to Dave for support. Dave was not amused anymore, and looked at him in a stern manner.

The tension built to a point where the temperature was rising in the confined space. I felt obligated to speak. "Hey, Chuck, maybe YOU are the one who wants to get fucked! Huh, is that it? Chucky wanna get FUCKED?" Wanna get your asshole PLUGGED? HUH? Come on, Chucky, you know you want it." At this point, my anger was rising, as well as my cock. Chris tapped me on my shoulder.

He signed to me: 'What is going on, I am missing this. Tell me.' I turned to him and related the events that were transpiring. During my dialogue, Chuck approached Bill to exit the room. Bill pressed his back against the door, making it impossible to leave, and also preventing any others from entering. Chuck pleaded to the keeper of the gate, but to no avail. I finished my signing, and turned once again to face the men.

"My friend here, Chris, says he likes you. Thinks you're cute. He wants you to fuck him, but I told him 'no'. But, you know, I think you owe him an apology. HE'S deaf, and you insulted him. How can you make it up to him? I wonder.... hmmmmm.... perhaps you could fuck him, but, no, I think YOU deserve to get FUCKED. So, I'll make you an offer. I'm sure you're two friends here won't mind while we teach you a lesson."

Bill and Dave looked at each other and smiled. Dave turned to me, and with a wide-eyed expression said: "No, go right ahead. You're right. Chucky needs to learn a lesson." He then faced Bill. "Bill, don't let him out." Chuck had fear in his eyes, but a nervous smile on his face. "Oh yeah, you guys are funny. Right! Okay, game's over.... let's go." Bill and Dave remained motionless.

"Here's the deal, Chucky ol' man. You're gonna fuck Chris, but at the same time, I am gonna fuck YOU. Sound good? I think that should give you something to remember the next time you want to make fun of someone who's handicapped." My words fell on Chuck like a ton of bricks and his face dropped to a look of disbelief. Bill and Dave smiled after I made my offer of retribution for Chris. I turned and told Chris of my negotiations. He agreed wholeheartedly and stepped forward toward the sinks.

As Chris approached the sinks, Chuck backed himself into a corner. He was scared. It was four against one, and there was no way out. I began to unbuckle my belt slowly, and Chris did the same. Chuck was breathing heavily as he realized that the talk was over and the action was about to begin. Chris dropped his jeans to his ankles, and lowered his bikini briefs to the top of his thighs.

Chuck looked like a rodent in the corner avoiding a large feline. He shook from head to toe, and his eyes were glazed with the predicted tears that he would shed upon getting fucked. He darted to the door, and Bill clamped his arms around him, spun him around and held him tight against his chest. Dave approached him and standing to the side, reached for his belt. Chuck began to flail around and thrash his legs into the air wildly attempting to break free.

Dave opened Chuck's shorts and pulled them down to his knees, so that his motion was impeded. Bill covered Chuck's mouth with his left hand fearing that he would yell out. The sight of his bulge in his underware made me stiff as a rock. I wanted it now. I wanted this guy, and the thought of his two friends watching made it even hotter. I had never had a virgin ass before, so this was going to be a first for me that I would not forget.

The muffled screams of this large man were adding to the forceful atmosphere that I had started, and Bill was tightening his grip so that his captive could not move anymore. His underware was lowered, and his cock pointed downward. I, even being naive, knew that he had to get hard to fuck Chris. I thought fast, and then motioned to Chris to approach this restrained man.

He obviously needed no further instruction as he fell to his knees in front of Chuck and grabbed hold of the meat that hung before him. The full nine inches could not fit in Chris' small hand, but he compensated by running his closed fist up and down the shaft. Upon the first touch, Chuck writhed to free himself, but now Dave had his feet pinned to the ground. His sphere of motion was critically impaired, and the silenced screams of terror got no father than his eyes, which were shut tightly.

It took a few strokes, but his member began to stiffen. Chris looked behind at me, and I smiled at his fast achievement. Longer and longer it grew, as the sacks inside his cock filled with blood. Watching this young blonde kid kneeling in front of a large restrained hunk made my own blood flow and the throbbing in my pants prompted me to unleash my one eyed monster for air.

Before I even got my shorts down, I saw that Chuck's cock was stiff now, and stood straight up, with a small lean to the left. Chris still ran his open fist along the shaft, and then pulled it down so that the rod stood straight out from the nest of black pubic hair at the base of his groin. Bill flexed his muscles and grasped firmly onto his buddy as Chris lowered his ruby lips onto the throbbing prick at his face. One fast tightening of the muscles, a nasal whine and a final attempt to break free was the only other movement and sound in the room.

The hungry mouth lowered as almost simultaneously, the muscles in Chuck's body released. He became limp in Bill's arms and sank down, breathing deeply. Bill whispered seductively into his ear: "Now, doesn't that feel nice, Chucky? Huh? You like that? This kid gives good head, huh? Yeah, he sure does, yeah, you like that, don't ya? He knows how to suck cock. Let him suck on your cock, Chucky, let him suck it good."

Bill's arms relaxed and Chuck remained motionless with his eyes closed. Bill began to rub his right hand across Chuck's chest from pec to pec, back and forth in an oval motion, increasing his motion with each round to extend toward his stomach and the bottom of the tank top. When he reached the end of the tank top, he slid his hand underneath and reached up to Chuck's left nipple. I could see his fingers pinching and pulling slowly and then he transferred to the right nipple. Chuck's breathing slowed and began to get deep.

Bill slowly removed his left hand from Chuck's mouth. He slid his fingers down the powerful neck no longer supporting Chuck's head which rested back against Bill's shoulder. Dave deftly manoeuvered away from his position locking Chuck's feet to the ground, and stood up. "I think he likes this Bill. Maybe we should let him go, but stay against the door so no one comes in."

I stared at Chris' head moving back and forth as he pushed his mouth along the meat he wanted inside him. The sound of his mouth and lips sliding along Chuck's shaft along with the short grunts and gags was the focal point that filled my mind. I wanted to join, but at the same time, did not want to interrupt the motion.

Chuck's eyes were still closed and beads of sweat ran down his face. The heat was intense, and the five of us all being aroused made the temperature even more unbearable. There was no ventilation system in the men's room and the air was stagnant. The smell was overwhelming, but exciting as well. It was the scent of men and all of us breathed deeply to savor the aroma of lust and sexuality.

Bill had completely released his hold on Chuck, who stood motionless enjoying the wet receptacle around his member. Suddenly, both Bill and Chuck lurched forward, and Chris was thrust backwards. There was someone outside the door trying to get in. Bill's head whipped around and then he looked at me. "Uhhhh.... hold on.... ummm.... we're working in here. The bathroom's closed. Sorry."

"Hello? The bathroom is closed? No one told me about that. This is mall security. I should have been informed. Did they tell you which other bathroom is open while you guys are working?"

"Uhhhhh..... no. Well, you see..." Bill was getting rather nervous, and had not anticipated this turn of events. I quickly took the lead, and said in a rather gruff voice, imitating my vision of a repairman: "We won't be long. It's just a busted pipe. Water all over. We can't let you in - insurance problems. I'm sure you've seen this before. We'll tell you when we get it cleaned up."

"Okay. Just come to the security booth and ask for Roger. Tell me when you're finished. In the meantime, I'll put a sign on the door and rope off the entrance. When you leave, just put them to the side, okay?" He seemed to be waiting for a reply. "YEAH, okay. Roger at security - got it. Right." I had tried to keep in character while I sent him on his way. We all waited a few seconds and then proceeded to look at each other.

Bill stared at me. Chris sat on the floor, confused since he did not hear the conversation. Dave pressed his ear against the crack of the door, listening for footsteps and the sign being placed on the outside. Chuck just stood as if in a trance. I signed to Chris to fill him in on the past few minutes. He understood, and jumped to his feet. Bill had the look of indecision and I knew that I had to call the shots.

Dave came away from the door and approached me. "He's gone. I think we better split." "No way! We started this, we're going to finish it!" I was determined to release the sexual tension that had built up inside me for the past three days. Chuck stepped forward awkwardly. "No, please not yet. It felt real good. Let this kid finish."

"Chuck, we had a deal - it's gonna happen the way I told you." I did not want to miss the opportunity to fuck the ass of this guy who made my blood boil. I wanted so badly to probe his untouched rectum with my ever swelling prick. I pointed to the sinks and looked at Chris. He signed to me that he was nervous. I assured him that nothing was going to happen and that we had made the guard leave. I led him by the hand and positioned him over the sink.

His ass was bare and I removed his shorts from around his ankles. I pushed his torso forward so that it was horizontal over the faucets. His rear pushed out, and I swept my hand over his warm buns. They were as soft as when he was born, and pale as boiled white rice. His muscles were firm and showed the control that he could exert over his bottom section. I knelt down behind him and spread his ass cheeks. He had to be prepared for the following events, and I was more than willing to undertake the task.

The three men watched as I ran my tongue over the two mounds of flesh that encased his hot hole. I massaged the sides of his legs and licked the crack in the center. I slowly moved my hands to the insides of his groin, and then up the crack, separating his young, soft, buttocks. Staring at me was the entrance to his love canal. I flicked my tongue around the hole and saw it pucker with every touch of my hot and moist probe.

I made sure to leave plenty of saliva in the area so that Chuck would have no problem entering him. When he was wet enough, I stood up, and found Chuck still erect and watching what I had done. I walked over to him and grabbed him by the shoulder. I pushed him in Chris' direction and in a deep voice with no hesitation instructed him. "Fuck that ass. It's waiting for you. Plug his hole and ram it in."

Chuck stood behind Chris and looked at the young boy spread before him. He viewed the hole that I told him to plug and his cock stood at attention. I positioned myself against the opposite wall to watch in full view as he prepared himself. Dave crossed the room and stood next to me. He watched as intently as I did. Bill remained at the door, still fearful that there would be an unannounced intrusion. I looked over at him and asked him to come over to our vantage point.

He joined us quickly and I could see by the lump in his shorts that he also was excited. He made no attempts to hide his erection, and stood on my other side. The three of us watched as Chuck placed his left hand on Chris' back, his right hand around his cock. Chris grasped onto the sink and prepared himself for the moment he had been waiting for. Chuck moved cautiously toward him.

The sight was one that made all three of us lean forward in anticipation. Chuck slid his prick toward the pink hole and pressed deeply inside. He threw his head back as the feeling of total envelopment reached his brain. The sound that ensued was one of shear ecstasy and joy from both Chris and Chuck simultaneously. The group of voyeurs that I was a part of breathed a sigh of relief as Chuck buried the length of his manhood into Chris' ass.

It was not long until Chuck fell into the natural thrusting motion that he knew so well from being with women. Chris' body rocked back and forth as each thrust transformed his body into a human receptacle. The rhythm was set at a slow pace so that both men could enjoy the connection of their bodies. My groin was vibrating with the thought of being the caboose of this linkage.

As Bill, Dave and I watched this ballet of human sexuality, I saw Bill reached down and stroke himself through his pants. He caught me looking at him and smiled. I raised one eyebrow and smiled in return. My only thought was of entering Chuck's hole, but this man looking at me seemed as if he was also looking for action. "I'm open to share, if you're game." I said.

Without a word, Bill knelt down behind Chuck's thrusting ass and pushed him forward into Chris, holding him steady. He spread his hairy ass and began to lick furiously as if he had been wanting to do this for weeks. He thrust his tongue deeply into the crack and then sucked on the hole with a crackling sound. At the same time, he stroked his cock through his pants. "Man, I've wanted to eat this ass for a LONG time!"

I moved forward and held my cock out straight. "Get me wet. I'm gonna fuck him now. I need it wet. Do it for me." Bill pivoted on his knees and took me fully into his gaping mouth. I could feel the warm spit running down my shaft as he carried out my orders. He ran his tongue down my balls and then with one final stroke, he lubricated my entire length. I pulled away, and steadied myself into position.

My balls ached with anticipation, and seeing this construction worker's ass in front of me put me into a frenzy. I knew that this was a virgin ass, and that I had to go slow, so I took a deep breath and moved in for the penetration. The tip of my prick pressed up against his burning hole and I leant forward with slight pressure to enter him. I could feel him shaking, but at the same time, wanting me. I wanted to be inside him, deep inside him.

With every click of the clock, I applied more and more pressure, deeper and deeper, inch by inch, I could feel the slick track enveloping my cock. It was almost as if he drew me deeper with sheer will, and as I approached the half way mark, he grabbed onto Chris in front of him and held tight. Chris' breathing became rapid, and I feared that he would come prematurely. Reaching around, my left hand touched Chris' shoulder and he looked into the mirror in front of him.

There are some advantages to being deaf, and one of them is the ability to read lips. I slowly mouthed the words that I wanted to say to him without sound: `Squeeze his cock in your ass.... HARD.' Chris looked at me and understood, lowering his head once again, and bracing himself on the sink. Chuck emitted a low toned growl and I knew that Chris had begun his task. As Chuck's cock was put under pressure and the muscles in Chris' ass tightened even more around the cock inside it, I could feel Chuck's ass release and I plunged deep inside of him.

I wrapped my arms around his massive chest in front of me, and held tightly. Savoring the feeling of warmth and security and the idea of having my cock in a place never before touched my another man gave me a rush of sexual awareness, and every nerve in my body began to quiver. My pubic hair was crushed against his buns, and I wanted to go deeper yet, exploring the inner depths of this fantasy man.

Keeping my task in prospective, I remembered that I had made a deal for the injustice that was directed toward my deaf companion. Chuck had to feel the anger that I had stored inside me and pay for his mistake. Although my selfish desire to fuck this man was strong, the offer that I made was still in effect. I wanted him to feel my wrath. Pulling my cock out so that only the very tip was still inside him, I thrusted forward with all my strength.

I expected him to scream in pain as I rammed into him intending to make him hurt. He did not fulfill my wish, but accepted all of my manhood into him and at the same time took the opportunity to writhe deeper into his own secure setting within Chris. He wanted it rough, and I was willing to give him all I had.

My hands dug into his sides and with short and deliberate movements, I pounded my cock into his ass. I pulled and pushed his pelvis, controlling his movements into the blonde boy's body. Within seconds, we had attained a rhythm that could not have been choreographed any better. It was as if the three of us had been doing this for eternity and it was the most natural motion in our repertoire.

The three of us were connected cock to ass, cock to ass. I had never experienced this before, but it seemed incredibly easy. I was becoming rough now, and controlling the three of us completely. Chris was in his glory - having Chuck inside him, a 9 inch snake nestled into his rectum. Chuck was getting the best of both worlds, secure into Chris' tight warm hole, and me inside his virgin canal. I, of course, had the power of the chain, and used it to my full advantage, trying to coordinate all the pleasure for the group.

Bill still kneeled beside me, almost in awe of the events transpiring. The look of his face was of amazement and envy. I could tell that he wanted to be part of the action, but could not find the last ounce of motivation and confidence that he needed. That was my job, and I wanted to include him. "Bill, get between my legs. Lick my balls. Lick them hard, and watch us fuck. Watch us fuck each other. Up close.... do it. Suck on my sack."

My estimate of the incentive needed for Bill to participate was incredibly accurate. Upon the last word falling from my lips, he swung into action. He had completely forgotten that Dave was watching all of us, and in the mirror I could see him stroking his own meat. He was too new to the scene, and would never join in, but the thought of this he-man looking at us entangled together and preparing himself to shoot a load, made me even more excited.

I could feel Bill's tongue swabbing my balls, and each lick was like a cooling fan prompting me to hold off ejaculation. Chuck was loose now, and the traverse of my cock was smooth within him. With every inch of entrance that I was granted, I pushed him to the limit. He had to pay dearly for his actions. He was to be punished. I grabbed the back of his hair and pulled his head backwards toward me. He opened his eyes in fear and whimpered slowly, "More, please. Don't stop, fuck me more, please."

"I'd love to fuck you to death, Chucky. You're gonna get punished for what you did. I'm gonna cum so deep inside you, you won't forget it until the day you die. Pull out of the kid. Spin him around and sit him on the sink. Go at it from the front. I want him to shoot on your chest." Bill heard me barking at Chuck to carry out my demands. I felt for the first time that my every order would be obeyed. I dove deep into Chuck and held tightly.

When he pulled out of Chris, the thin blonde gasped for air. Chuck wasted no time in lifting him off the ground and turning him around. I could see the silent ecstasy as he faced me. His legs snapped to his sides as he knew what he wanted. With one shot, Chuck was in again, and pumping furiously. I matched the fury and added to it. I could still feel Bill in a frenzy below me and looked down to see him pumping his rod.

It was time to release, and I could no longer hold it. My balls were swelling to a size that I had never felt before, and Chuck's hot anus was eating my cock alive. From between my legs, Bill's hot breath became rapid, and I felt him shudder. Like a lash of a whip, a burning stream of cum hit my inner thigh, then again, and once again. I felt it searing into my flesh. The feeling of Bill's juices running toward my knees set me off.

My head was thrown back and I felt the rush of semen throughout my groin racing into Chuck's body. My heart stopped, breathing was halted, and every muscle in my body tightened as I thrust into him. I could feel his sphincter close around the base of my cock, strangling the flow of liquid, and retaining what had already been deposited. Chris began to squeal as his own spurting began.

I watched as the thick stream of jism was propelled from his thin, hard tool. It splashed against his face, his neck, his small nipples, and continued to quiver and squirt onto his smooth stomach. Chuck leaned forward and raised up onto the tips of his feet, gaining momentum for the final thrust. He fell frontward into his goal, and Chris grabbed his face and inserted his tongue into Chuck's mouth. Chuck's body tightened and began to tremor as he achieved orgasm.

In my mind I visualized the rush of cum from his cock, the heat of his lust, and the acceptance of Chris' insides which waited for the soothing flow of liquid. The deaf boy opened his mouth wide and received Chuck's tongue as deeply as he could. The sight of this made me continue to cum. It was like I had opened a faucet and was draining the built up anxiety that had been trapped for days.

Simultaneously, Chuck, Chris, and I were draining our bodies of the manly secretion of which life was dependant upon. Sound and sight were not issues at this point - only the physiological bond with which we were injecting each other. There were no longer three people connected by sexual apparatus, but one mass of flesh that was melting toward the ground, mixing into the amorphous glob of organic matter.

We all remained still, savoring the feeling. I felt Bill move to the side and then emerged from under us. He placed his hand on my back, and caressed me with his thumb. "Hey, you did it. Chuck learned his lesson. He needed that. So did I. I've needed this for months. Thanks." I looked toward my right, into Bill's smiling face. "Next time, YOU get the punishment Bill. Naughty boys need to be taught a lesson."

My body was relaxed and the heat penetrated deep into my skin. I heard the soft sounds of classical music cascading around my ears. There was no breeze, there was no air, only the heat. My watch beeped and I looked at it. 3:30PM on the head. I shifted the car out of neutral and inched forward, closing the gap between my car and the car in front of me. I glanced into the rear view mirror and smiled at the man in the car behind me. If he only knew why I was smiling so.