Dancin' In The Dark

Half blind from the bright noon-day sun, I faced the unseen guy behind the window taking the admission price for the movie house. "This is a gay-movie theater sir, and it is limited to members only." Surprised for a moment I asked about the membership routine and the voice informed me. "It's $5.00 for one years membership and $5.00 for each time you come to the theater. In addition, we must see some type of picture identification and you must sign an affidavit that you are not a member of some law enforcement agency." I placed $10.00 on the counter and my military i.d. card and pushed them thru the slot. "Welcome aboard sailor, you're gonna like this club" the voice said as he slid my i.d. card back through the slot.

I had heard a lot about what went on inside this particular theater and my balls were already itching for a little of that contact sport. He buzzed me through the locked door and as I entered the lobby, I knew I was going to have problems. I couldn't see a thing that wasn't directly under a light. I was unsure of which way to go until a door opened and a guy walked out that I saw the movie screen. I went in before the door closed and found it darker than the lobby. Here, the only light was from the screen. I waited for a part that was particularly bright so I could find out where the seats were. As soon as I could see the aisle seats, I found and empty one and sat down. On screen, there were three guys involved in hot action. A blond curly headed guy was on his back with one guy fuckin' his ass as if it was the last one and the other guy had his thick cock rammed down his more than willing throat.

Periodically, one guy from the audience would get up and walk through a door on the right near the front of the theater. After twenty minutes of watching the screen action and those guys disappearing, (they never seemed to come back) my curiosity got the better of me and I sauntered down the aisle and through the door. I immediately noticed that the walls were painted flat black and the only light was from the dull 25 watt red bulbs placed unstrategically up and down the corridor. I heard the flush of a toilet and decided to empty my bladder before I investigated the rest of this maze.

The toilet was illuminated by at least a 40-watt bulb and I quickly drained my bladder and was stuffing my cock back inside my 501's when a voice said, "Hey man, don't hide it, it's worth looking at." There was a 4" diameter hole in the side of the stall adjacent to the urinal and was difficult to see in the dim light. I turned and slowly started to jack my dick in the direction of the hole and as always with very little attention, it woke and began to stretch itself. I slide my cock through the hole and told my unseen partner "then if it's worth lookin' at, it's worth tastin'." Immediately my cock was engulfed by a hot wet suction that threatened to have me cummin' in little time at all. I pulled back and said "too much dude, I may be back later." I put my meat away and left the toilet to investigate and cool down a little. I put my hand out to touch the wall as I walked down the corridor. Without warning, my hand was dangling in open air, a branching corridor or doorway. What the fuck, I turned and slowly followed it, since there was absolutely no light at all. I became aware of familiar sounds.



The sound of cocksucking and assfucking, punctuated by moans and sudden intakes of breath. Sounds like the right place. It was like being in a cave and again, I put out my hand to locate the wall so I could orient and after two steps, my hand touched hard, hot, sweaty, round asscheeks. the owner moaned "go ahead, they're yours man." his back was well muscled and his waist slim. I reached around and ran my hand over his chest and abdomen to find two large nipples that I began to twist and pull. He leaned back and rested against me with a sigh. "Work 'em man, I'm all yours." His t-shirt was pulled over his head, but his arms were still in the sleeves and his jeans were about his ankles. In other words, open for bu siness. As I slid my hand down to this crotch, I met another hand coming up towards his chest. I continued my downward motion and finally came in contact with his rigid cock. 6" of thick and cut meat that had a drop of pre-cum hanging from the piss-slit. I felt the third guy go to his knees and I held our sandwich partners cock out for his eagerness. As the hot mouth slid the length of his cock, his body shook against mine and he leaned his head back on my shoulder and began to kiss my neck. His hand had gone to my crotch and slowly unbutton my jeans and they had dropped to my mid-thighs. I had left my undershorts at home for the day. I began grinding my cock against his asscrack. I barely heard him when he whispered, "Please fuck me, please." I grabbed my cock and bent my knees as he bent over the guy loudly sucking his cock and pulled his cheeks apart. I ran my cock up and down his crack a few times, the pre-cum pouring out of my piss-slit was the only lubricant we had. Finally, I centered the head of my cock on his asshole and began to push against the resistance of his tight asshole.



Either this guy was a virgin (impossible), or he wanted me to work for it. I grabbed his hips and increased the pressure against that resisting sphincter and finally, the head of my cock popped inside the hot, clinging dampness of his ass. He reached back with both hands and grabbed my hips, relentlessly pulling me forward into his hungry, tight ass. I could feel my cock slide over his prostate just as my cock-hairs came in contact with his ass cheeks. His body shook with the contact. Slowly, I pulled my cock out just to the ring beneath the head and then pushed it back in. He moaned beneath me and again, and shook when my cock hit h is prostate as I touched bottom. When my cock pushed in, his ass seemed to open up, and as I pulled out, he tightened his sphincter so that it felt like a massaging hand on my dick. It was incredible, his ass actually got tighter as I fucked him. I began to increase the pace, keeping time with the guy on his knees sucking our partners cock. The guy in the middle was constantly shaking and vibrating from the hot action on his cock and the constant assault on his asshole. He licked the sweat from my neck as I fucked his ass, slamming into him with each forward motion. Our lips met and I sucked his tongue into my mouth as if I was going to swallow him. He was moaning and shaking when suddenly he went rigid and his ass tightened on my cock. He made a choking gargle and started to jerk spasmodically.



The first wave of my cum shot from the end of my cock into his ass. I held his body tightly against mine as the waves of pleasure swept through me again and again. We continued kissing in the strained over the shoulder contact as we settled from our climaxes. We were both drenched in sweat. The guy who had been on his knees sucking our partner, stood and hugged us both saying "you guys are hot." Just as quickly as he appeared, he disappeared into the darkness. So engrossed in our own hot action, that we had not taken notice of the sounds around us. The groping in the dark action was taking place continuously around us. The moans and pleading and sounds of men cumming had not stopped. I began to pull my spent cock out of my friends ass when he whispered "could you wait a minute, I'm not down yet." "Yeah, I can wait," I replied. I hugged him to me and slowly ran my hands up and down his chest and abdomen, cupping his cock and balls while I gently kissed the side of his neck and ear. Occasionally he would turn enough so that we could kiss. We were in our own little world when I felt a hand slid over my ass and grab a hand full of cheek. Seems that we had been discovered again. I slowly pushed the hand away and whispered ove r my shoulder, "maybe later man, we just finished." I patted my asshole friend on the chest and whispered "pull them up and let's go clean up a little." "Yeah, let's get something to drink." Once I had my jeans up and shirt buttoned, I reached out and slid my hand into the waist band of his jeans and asked "ready?". He answered "ready!". We fumbled our way out of the side corridor and back into the main one. "This way, there's a lounge up front," he said. Something else I had missed. I followed the outline of my friend around a corner and into the dim light of an empty area that had a Coke machine and several couches lining the wall. For the first time, I saw the guy whose ass I had just fucked. He stood about 5'10" and weighed about 170 pounds. He had dark mediterranean very good looks and introduced himself as "Alex." We laughed a little nervously and Alex asked "Well, do you want to throw me back?" His dark brown eyes were serious.



I stepped up to him and ran my hand over his chest, this time from the front. "I can't think of any reason why," I commented as my arms pulled him to me and we kissed. His tongue pushed into my mouth and I sucked on it as if it were his dick. Our cocks ground against each other and were instantly rigid and ready. Alex whispered, "There are some private rooms we can use if you'd like to shove that cock of yours up my ass again. You seem to hit the right spots for me the first time. Wanna see if it was a fluke?" "Fluke my ass," I said, "where's this room." Alex took my hand and we went down the corridor once more. After a few twists and turns, we came to a corridor with more light and several doors, two were open and Alex looked into one and then the other. He then led me into the first room and latched the door. Another 25 watt red bulb illuminated the little room and the padded platform along one wall. There were hooks on the opposite wall and a bench. Alex slid into my arms and we began to kiss with increasing heat and force. A few minutes passed and we broke the kiss long enough to strip off our clothes. This time they came off completely, including the shoes and socks. Alex dropped quickly to his knees and sucked my uncut 7" into his mouth. He ran his tongue around the inside edge of the foreskin and slowly slid it off the head of my cock. I leaned over and gently pushed my fingers through his hair and rubbed his shoulders as he sucked on my cock. As quickly as he had started, he stopped sucking and stood up. "Lay down," he said. I moved to the platform and lay down on my back. Alex quickly straddled me with his legs outside mine and once more picked up my cock. Taking my cock in his hand, he guided it to his asshole and began to gently sit down on it. With a slow bouncing motion, he forced his asshole around my cock. I slid my hands up and down his legs and then wrapped my hand around his cock. "Not yet, I'll come before I can get it all in." I let go of his cock and ran my hands over his chest.



His nipples had begun to stand up an I started to pinch them between my thumb and forefinger. "Oh yes!" Alex was into some tit action also. I left him to the task of getting my cock into his ass and began some serious twisting, pulling, and pinching of those prominent nipples of his. As he slowly moved up and down on my cock while he held his asscheeks apart, Alex's skin became hotter and hotter. "Please don't stop" he begged. I was surprised by the sensation of my cock suddendly sliding, not popping, through his asshole and all the way into his ass. once more I felt that hard tight knot that was his prostate as my cock came to rest just past it. He shuddered for a moment and then slowly settled, opened his eyes and looked down at me. "This is perfect," he said through tight clenched teeth. "If you can, just lay still and let me do this." He was asking for a lot. His ass was hot and slippery from my previous load of cum, but was just as tight, if not more so, as the first time I had fucked him. Alex leaned forward and kissed me then sat up a little with his hands on my shoulders. he raised his ass a little and began a slow grinding motion that forced my cock to corkscrew against his sphincter and also to his prostate as it came around. I continued to work his tits as they became more elastic and sensitive to touch. Inch by inch, I rose to the level of climax but once there, could not seem to go over the edge. Alex continued his slow grinding action, and I continued to twist his tits. After a long while, Alex said "I can't take any more, I've gotta cum. Please Mel, make me cum." I grabbed him around the waist and sat up. Keeping my cock firmly embedded in his ass, I pulled my legs out from under him and got up onto my knees. I placed his feet against the front of my shoulders and bent forward, forcing his knees up around his ears. I pulled out to the head of my cock and then slammed back into his tight clutching ass with enough force to send him through the wall at the head of the platform.



Alex sighed loudly and said only one word "yes!" I slid my hands up to his shoulders and continued to slam my cock into his ass as if I was going to climb into that tight little hole of his. I couldn't hold back any longer. I felt the hot tingling as my load rushed from my balls and exploded from the end of my cock into his ass. I continued fucking as wave after hot wave passed through my shuddering body. I leaned over dripping rivers of sweat onto Alex and took his cock into my mouth. I fucked and sucked him simultaneously. Alex suddenly screamed out "Awwgh, yes, oh God yes," and his cock began to erupt into my mouth. Pulse after pulse of hot, sweet cum filled my mouth and slipped from the corners to drip down my chin. When I could swallow and then breathe, I released his cock and sat up. Taking his left leg in my right hand, I turned him onto his side without letting my cock fall out of his ass. I don't really think I could have pulled it out with a tractor the way his ass held onto my meat. I curled up behind him with my arms around his chest and his legs intertwined with mine as my cock remained buried up his ass. We lay there for a while, not talking, just intermittantly jerking spasmodically as the waves or sensation passed through our bodies. When our breathing had returned to normal, we sat up and kissed gently. Without speaking, Alex stood and took something out of his jeans pocket and put it into the pocket of my 501's. "What's that" I asked. "My name, number, and address," Alex said. He slid quickly back into my sweaty arms. "If you think I'm letting you get away, you're very wrong my friend." We laughed and kissed for a short while longer and then I looked at my watch. It was 8:53 p.m.. Shocked, we quickly dressed and left our private room. At the front of the theater, I gave Alex one of my business cards with two words "use it." Alex smiled and said "bet on it." As he opened the front door and we stepped outside, I could see perfectly for the first time since I had entered the theater. The sun was almost below the horizon and night had just begun. I was on my way home for rest. As we walked away, in opposite directions, we turned frequently to look back at each other. I would be calling this guy very soon.

When I arrived home, my answering machine was blinking. I pushed play back and stripped off my jeans, shirt, shoes, and socks and turned on the shower. The machine beeped and a voice said "Hi, this is Mr. Soteropopolus, just wanted you to know that I have all day Saturday off, so how about we get together on Friday night?" Now who the fuck was Mr. Soteropopolus? I emptied my pockets and noticed a piece of paper. When I turned it over, it read Alexander Soteropoplus and an address and phone number. I smiled, he really wasn't taking any chances. Thank God for Friday.

The Trouble With Bart

I made sure that no one was looking as I lifted the heavy metal emergency escape hatch. The Bay Area Rapid Transit District, "BART" to some, had installed the hatches into the sidewalks of San Francisco as a safety precaution. I used them as an entrance to some of the best day-time cruising around. Below,the muted blue and yellow lights made it hard for me to see as I started down the ladder, letting the door down as carefully as I could.

Normally, late afternoons were the best cruising in the underground system of tunnels. My cock shifted against the leather strap I used as a cockring, anticipating action to come.

I had been cruising the BART catacombs for about six months.The cops hadn't yet figured out what was going on down here.There were about a hundred or a hundred and fifty men that frequented these tunnels and passageways on a more or less regular basis, using the thirty or so escape hatches for their comings and goings. I never told anybody about the catacombs that I wouldn't want to make it with; it was usually so dark down here that you couldn't always tell whose dick you had in your mouth or up your ass. Just about everyone else did likewise. I never ran into anybody down here that wasn't hot and always horny. Some of the guys that virtually "lived" down here called themselves BARTmen. They wore BART tickets in their leather caps or sticking out of the brim in their cowboy hats; it looked pretty ridiculous, but served its purpose as a signal to other BARTmen.

An oncoming rush of wind told me that a BART train was headed my direction. I stepped back against the wall, feeling for the door that ran between the east- and west-bound tunnels. I found the door handle with my hand and turned it just as the headlight of the BART train caught me darting into the unlit passageway. The door behind me slammed shut as the roar of the train got louder, then passed. After the noise of the train had gone, familiar sounds told me that I wasn't alone in the passageway. The unmistakable sound of man-sex made my already hardening cock strain even harder against the leather ring around my cock and balls. I got a cigarette lighter out of my pocket and lit a cigarette. In the shadows I could see at least two guys goin' at it, hard.

I recognized the shorter of the two men. It was Mike, my ex- roommate. Mike and I had lived together off and on for a lot of years.

We first met back in 1975 when we both got pick-pocketed at Mr. B's Ballroom on Sixth Street. We went home together, complaining about our lost wallets, and took consolation in some grass and hot sex. Mike moved in two months later.

Mike had a great build and he convinced me to join a gym,back then, before it was fashionable. As a result of the years of workouts, neither of us were in bad shape. In fact, Mike was a year older than me, yet appeared and acted several years younger.

Mike and I tried the lover bit for a while, but we where too interested in finding hot numbers to make a go of it. Instead we became close friends and desperation fuck buddies. Mike was my best friend and we had similar tastes in men. "Breathing."

Mike worked for the phone company on the walk-in repair crew. Since they screwed up all the phone companies, Mike hasn't had much to do. He spends the best part of every day getting his ass pounded or his sizable dick worked on down here in the Bart catacombs.

The other guy was hot. Tall, about six foot two, short brown hair, mustache and really big pecs. His Levis were around his knees as he pounded Mike's ass with at least eight fat inches. My cock was straining to get out of my Levis, already a drop of pre-cum oozing out of the slit.

Mike was pulling on his dick, every once in a while spitting on his hand. By the angle of his hard dick I could tell that he wouldn't mind if I helped him out with a little head. I pulled a bottle of amyl out of my jeans, knelt in front of Mike and took his 7 incher down my throat with a loud swallow. I opened the poppers and took a snort and passed them to Mike. Mike gave them to the dude that by now was really pumping his ass. He grabbed the poppers, inhaling them through his mouth. He coughed then took another hit.

"Make it tight, man," he panted as the poppers took hold,"I'm gonna' pop now! Oh, shit man, here I cum."

Mike started to squeeze his ass tight to get every drop of hot cum. At the same time, he started to shoot down my throat. His dick got bigger and longer than I ever remember it as it squirted load after hot load down by tight, eager throat.

My hot cock was about bursting though my Levis. I reached down and tried to unbutton them while my throat was still being jabbed. Mike was still fucking my face hard. My jaw was getting tired, he had a big piece of meat! Finally, I said, "What ya tryin' to do, asshole, come again?"

Mike said, "Nick, is that you? I though that blow-job felt familiar!" He pulled his slimy cock out of my face. I could finally reach down again to free my meat. The last button in my fly finally gave way when the number that had been pounding mike's ass pulled out his big dick with a moan. I was still on my knees feeling for the poppers and stroking my dick with my other hand when I feel his dick bein' shoved in my face. "You can clean it off, if ya want," he said as his dick brushed my nose.

These guys had come and I still wasn't ready to shoot, but I'm a sucker for a huge dick. I didn't answer him. Instead, I started licking his dick and balls real slowly. I could tell that his dick was still sensitive from the righteous fucking he had just given Mike.

I was still feeling around for the poppers, kinda halfheartedly, because I really liked what I was doin' and wanted to keep my mind on this guy's dick. Mike had evidently found them;he held the bottle near my nose and told me to take a hit. I did, still sucking on this monster dick, and when they hit, I really started to work this dude's meat. His hot cock was starting to get really hard again, my sucking and licking making him squirm.

The door at the end of the passageway opened letting in a little light. A dark figure entered carrying a lit flashlight. The passageway door slammed shut behind him, but not before I caught a glimpse of the holstered gun at his side. The uniform he was wearing was unfamiliar, though. He wasn't one of San francisco's finest. Then I remembered where we were. BART. A BART cop.

"What are you assholes doing down here?", he said, evidently not believing his eyes. I still had the tall dude's dick in my mouth and he was getting close again. I was pullin' on my dick while Mike had moved around and was toying with the tall guy's ass.Mike had a devil of a tongue.

The cop continued to shine his light in my eyes. He said,"OK, you cocksuckers, knock it off and stand up! You are under arrest for trespassing and lewd conduct."

Mike stood up from his rimming and pulled up his pants about half way. The cop shined his light on Mike's face, then on mike's still hard and getting harder dick. The light stayed on mike's dick as the cop continued, "Whadda we have here, a fairy fuck den?". He never took his light off Mike's dick.

I had stopped sucking on the tall guy's dick. I started to stand and said, "Can I light a cigarette, sir?"

The cop said, "Sure, asshole, suck on a cigarette!"

I lit a smoke and let the lighter remain lit while I tried to take a better look at this almost-cop. He was short, no more than five eight or nine. He had curly black hair, and what looked like blue eyes. He was well built, though. His chest was thick and he looked like he might have the worlds hottest cop ass under those uniform pants. I even thought I detected a substantial basket in those loose pants.

"Ok, assholes, get up against that wall and get out some id," the cop said, his gun still holsterred. "I want to see that id now."

I stood up and took a step towards the wall, my Levis still at my ankles, my dick still hard. Here I was in a BART passage with 2 other mostly naked hot men and a short hot BART cop with his light still pointed at Mike's dick. I tripped on my pant leg and fell forward, skinning my elbow.

"Are you OK?", the cop wanted to know. The cop stepped in my direction and helped me stand up. He accidentally brushed my dick as I got up. "Excuse me," the cop said. The cop stood there, starring at us.

That was all it took for me, skinned elbow or no skinned elbow, to laugh. Mike looked at me and looked at the cop and also started to laugh. The cop looked flustered, but he still had the gun. Then it dawned on me that he might have a gun, but there was no badge on his blue uniform. The growing bulge in the cops pants made it even more clear. If this was a cop, he was interested in something more than our IDs.

"Here's my ID,", I told the cop, pulling my pants up and reaching for my wallet. I gave him my drivers license, out of the plastic holder like they always ask.

"So, Nick, do you always fuck in the BART tunnels?" the cop said handing me back my license. "I've never caught you down here before have I? I think I would remember your ass if I had seen it before."

Mike's friend handed over his ID after finally finding his pants and feeling for his wallet. As the cop looked at his ID,we all got a better look at the cop. Mike's friend said, "I with you would just walk outta here and forget us. We weren't hurting anybody or destroying BART property or anything. Jesus, give us a break and go catch a criminal or something."

The cop said nothing, but shined his light at the tall dude,looking him over well.

"Sir, may I see your badge, please", I said, knowing that this dude in a BART cop uniform probably didn't have one. Bart cops don't accidentally brush your hard squirming dick and then say "Excuse me."

The almost-cop looked a little panicked. He started to say something then turned his light to the door and started to quickly leave the passageway. Since I had my pants up where I could maneuver, I quickly ran after him and tackled him just before he reached the door. His flashlight clanged to the floor and went out. It was again pitch-black in the passageway. I kicked the flashlight with my foot and it came back on, dimly illuminating the passage way and a previously unseen sign painted on the wall that said "No Smoking." I felt for his gun in the holster, and as I suspected, it was plastic. I rolled him over on his back. Mike lit a match and said "Now, for some real fun with a fake cop!"

"Paul, get his boots off," Mike told the tall guy.

I guess the guy knew Mike from before. Anyway, Paul went about removing the cop's boots, while I managed to get the not-cop's handcuffs from the regulation-looking cuff holster and around his wrists. Mike was now sitting on the cop's chest, still hard dick over the cop's unsmiling face.

"Suck it, asshole," Mike said to the cop. "Eat my dick, you fake asshole."

To Mike's surprise, the cop started to tongue his fat dick with a great deal on enthusiasm. Mike said, "Hey, look at this!This guy's a cocksucking pro!" Mike reached around for the cop's hardening dick as Paul and I managed to get the non-cop's uniform pants off and grind his jockstrapped ass into the cement. The tip of the cop's hard uncut meat was poking above the jockstrap.Mike's meat was being worked over by this hot, curly haired Italian fake cop. Mike was working his hand under the jockstrap,while Paul and I pulled the cop's legs up to get a better feel for his ass and balls.

I said, "My turn, guys." I felt for the cop's butt-hole and stuck a dry finger in to loosen it up a little. That was unnecessary. I spat into my hand and rubbed the spit on my past-ready-to-cum cock. I pressed the head of my dick against the cop's hole and pushed in hard. The cop grunted, his mouth still full of Mike' dick. I eased my dick into the cop's butt, first easy, then harder. This cop had been fucked before.

Paul had moved into position between Mike and me, also straddling the cop. Mike had his dick in and out of the cop's mouth, Paul had his again-hard cock in my face. The cop's freed meat banged alternately against his stomach and Mike's ass as mike face-fucked the cop.

I tasted Paul's meat as I pounded the cop's asshole. There is nothing better than having a cock in your mouth and your cock in a hot man-hole. I started to tongue Paul's balls as I got closer to cumming. Paul reached down and grabbed my tits; he squeezed hard and my cock got ready to shoot.

Mike started moaning and moved forward on the cop. Mike sat on the cop's face and said, "Eat my asshole, man. Suck my ass."

To my surprise, Paul pulled his dick out of my mouth an turned around and bent over. Somehow, I knew he wanted my tongue in his hole. I started to rim this man's hairy hole, my tongue darting in and out, when I could hold back no longer. I shot my load into the cop, and kept pumping his ass until it hurt. I pulled out and lowered the cop's legs.

Mike kept his position on the cop's face, still squirming with the cop's nose and tongue on his ass. Paul reached down for the cop's sizable hard prick. He spat on his hand and lub'd his asshole with the slimy spit. He crouched over the cop's meat and sat on it 'til it disappeared up Paul's willing ass.

Still not ready to quit, I again straddled the cop and took Paul's prick in my hot mouth, my jaw beginning to ache from overuse. Paul was bouncing up and down on the cop's dick and trying to face-fuck me at the same time. Paul's dick tasted great and smelled even better. Mike was pullin on his meat, the cop still fucking Mike with his tongue. Mike pulled his ass off the cop's face and shoved his cock down his throat with a, "... take my load, man. Suck my dick. Ahhhh, ... shit!"

Paul had been holding back. He squirted his load in my mouth, the cum dripping out and running down my face. His thrusts matched the rhythm of the cop's prick pounding deep in his gut. The cop below me, Mike's dick still in his mouth, shook and spasmed as he unloaded into Paul's red-hot asshole.

With a deserved moan, Paul pulled off the cop's still hard prick. I felt for the dick; it was at least eight inches and it seemed like it was as big around as a beer can. Paul sat next to the cop, on the cement. Mike had resumed his position on the cop's face. (Mike never did know when to quit.)

I took the cop's smelly cum-dripping dick in my hand. I moved over the cop and tried to force the meat up my willing ass.At first it seemed impossible. I've had a lot of dicks up my ass, including some pretty big ones, but this one was both long and big around. Finally, my sphincter gave way and I relaxed onto the monster cock. I worked on my dick for a minute with my hand. As I impaled myself with the cop's meat, I shot onto the cop's chest, working my dick hard with my fist.

Mike had finally given up trying to come again, and set next to Paul on the floor. Paul was feeling around for his clothes. Mike finally found his clothes after crawling around on his hands and knees for a while.

The cop under me was breathing hard and bucking, his dick still in me. I tightened my ass as much as I could, the man- meat offering a hot resistance. My ass was getting sore. Finally,the cop came again. I got off him as soon as he relaxed. I felt as if somebody had driven a truck through me. I felt great.

I felt around for the keys to open the handcuffs the cop was still wearing. I couldn't find them anywhere.

"You got the keys to these things?" I asked the cop.

"No, I never expected to use them," he answered sheepishly.

"Well, here's one," I said as I pulled the ever-present 'cuff key from my key ring, spat on it, and gently shoved it up his butt-hole. "Convince the next guys that wander in here to help you find it. I'm sure they'll be willing to help you, Officer!"

Paul, Mike and I, smiling and well-fucked, walked out of the passage, opened the escape hatch, and up and into the daylight.

Unemployment

I have had more than a nodding acquaintance with the unemployment beaurocracy in the past. In fact I have come to think of it as my second career (at times, my first). It was a cold Wednesday in January. The snow had long since given up any attempt at being a cheerful white and had retreated into the gutter to form small islands known as City Snow. You know, the kind that is almost black from being encrusted in weeks worth of city air. It looked like it would last well into mid-July. Nothing short of a blow torch would budge it. Winter was in high gear. My coat doesn't prove much of a barrier to the wind. It seeps in like a water to a sponge, from the top and bottom, front and back. People hurry by in the traditional shoulders hunched posture of winter, keeping their eyes fixed on the pavement directly in front of their feet. Does hunching your shoulders make you warmer? It must, otherwise why would people do it?, Never seems to work for me though.

As I arrive at the unemployment office for my bi-weekly check signing ritual I am greeted by a line that seems to stretch to infinity. I groan. I unpackage myself and am resigned to spend the better part of the afternoon on line. Fortunately I have brought a book for just such an eventuality. Unfortunately it isn't War and Peace. I am surrounded by smokers. It's inevitable. I hate cigarettes. Whenever I'm on any line, or in any theater, the smokers will somehow manage to arrange themselves around me in such a strategic manner as to insure oxygen starvation within 30 minutes and reduce visibility to 3 inches. However I wasn't going to let the inconsiderate bastards win. I have my strategy all planned out. Even though I have neglected to bring fog lig hts I know I can find the counter if I follow the trail of orange glows and listen for the words, "sign here". My strategy of reading straight through this ordeal is in trouble however. Somehow I manage to finish several chapters but after glancing up for the fiftieth time I realize I haven't the slightest idea what I read.

My mind begins to wander. I must have had a dazed expression on my face as my eyes wandered across the room (what I could make out of it). Men. Many of them young. Construction workers between jobs, military men just out of the service, drivers, mechanics, government workers. Every one with a different story. Different background, different motivations but the same needs. Money, food, shelter, clothing. Sex. The sexual energy was palpable if one tuned to the right frequency. Men. Out of work. Restless, tense, strained, looking for satisfaction, fulfillment, release. I could see the sparks jumping from the slim lean hips overthere. There's an amazing basket behind tight black jeans on that one. I notice an Asian fellow in front of me. My eyes follow him as he approaches the information counter. I become hypnotized by the motion of his firm perfect buns as he walks away and imagine my hands touching them. He stops for a moment, my eyes linger. Then he is gone. I try to imagine these men behind closed doors, spreading their legs luxuriously bringing their hand to their crotch......

The slight bulge between the legs of that Puerto Rican with wavy jet black hair, do I see a firmness there, pushing, moving, searching for a more comfortable position as he shifts from one leg to the other? I watch the dance a little longer; a little hint of an outline here, a suggestion of a shape there. My eyes travel up along the buttons on his shirt. The top two are undone. Why isn't he wearing an undershirt? Isn't he cold? The firmness of his belly and chest are apparent through the material. Our eyes meet. My heart skips a beat. I shift my gaze but don't look away. I notice he continues to look my way. My heart beats faster, by breathing becomes shallow. I realize my desire is becoming to obvious and shift the coat that I was holding to cover my crotch. Had he noticed? How could he not have? The excitement of cruising is walking that thin line between revealing to much and to little; playing with the subtle dance of two energies trying to sence eachothers properties. Knowing when to look away, when to disengage, when to leave the option of leading to your partner can mean the difference between dancing all night and going home alone. The uncertainty of the outcome makes a connection that much more satisfying. Had I misstepped? Had I crossed over an invisible line? Was he looking at me in anger or responding to my interest?

I try to remain casual while my heart was racing. The snaking line crept along. As we get closer and closer to each other I get more and more uncomfortable. I don't look at him as we pass. Now he is behind me and I am relieved to have an opportunity to regain my composure. I feel the whole room must be watching the drama. We pass eachother twice more, the last time just brushing as we pass. Was that a faint smile on his lips. I reached the counter first and pray they wouldn't send me to unemployment limbo known as C section, in which people have been known to vanish and never be heard from again. I must have been tense because the clerk told me it wasn't necessary to engrave my name just sign it. Everybody's a comedian. As I left the counter I can see him but he can't see me. There were maybe ten in front of him.

For some people cruising is as casual as going out for the Sunday paper. I am not one of those people. For me it's high drama. I'd passed up too many opportunities in the past, which I later regretted. I was determined not to add to that list. I stationed myself by the door so that he couldn't leave without my seeing him. Seconds passed; minutes. I shift nervously. What could be taking so long? Oh no, maybe they sent him to C section. Suddenly there he is. He hasn't seen me yet. I go to the first door and hold it for him. He notices me. As I hold the second door I pause for a moment. His hand brushes across my ass as we exit. Our eyes meet. Sunlight splashes across his face. As it glances across his skin I notice the beautiful smooth olive luster, like finely crafted and polished wood. The catchlights swim in the deep brown pools of his eyes. I catch my breath. "Hi", I smile. He smiles back. "Hi". "Boy, what a line, I thought we'd never get out of there", I begin brilliantly. "Yeah what a line, something huh?", he matches my brilliance.

We begin the process of feeling each other out (as opposed to up)." My name is John." "I'm Jose." "You from around here?", I enquire. "Nah, I live on Grand St., over the bridge, where you from"? "I'm in Queens, near Forest Hills". "And they send you all the way to Brooklyn"? "I think they send you to the farthest one just so you won't get to like it to much", I try to be amusing. "Nah, they wouldn't do that". It quickley becomes apparent we won't be discussing Nietzsche over tea and crumpets this evening. Perhaps his talent lies in another direction. As we walk down the street we exchange work and personal backgrounds. I was surprised to find out he was in the navy. Just what I've always wanted: a sailor. "It was real interesting.I went all over the world. Remember that bombing in Beiruit? I was on one of the ships they sent in." I try open ended questions to test his response. "Is it true what they say about sailors?" "Yeah, well that depends on what they say, some of it is". I get bolder, "Can't have much of a sex life on board ship I guess." "Well you'd be surprised", is his only response.

As we walk aimlessly and talk we start to relax. Our hands brush and our shoulders bump, I'll touch his shoulder to make a point and he'll touch me. Our eyes meet often. We walk close together. I glance at his body admiring the outline of his firm ass. He keeps the zipper of his coat half way up and the top buttons on his shirt are still open. The wind thoughtfully flaps his shirt opened and closed to reveal small hard brown nipples standing out on his broad smooth chest. I resist the strong urge to take one of them in my mouth.

I can just make out the shape of his ribs and the gentle waves of muscle on his stomach. As a train roars by on the elevated tracks above us I pause to look in a store display. He follows me and stops just behind me and to my left. I can smell his sweet breath and feel it on my neck, and the warmth of his leg and hip pressed my thigh. We stay that way for endless seconds. I turn slowly. We face eacholP;)?His breathing is more obvious. His eyes flash. In that moment we understand eachother, our destination becomes clear. Now for the logistics.

As we resume walking I try to stear the conversation in a more productive direction. Burned out tenement shells stand against the orange glow of sunset as we turn the corner. The last shining spikes of fire peirce the ruins and shoot out through gaping holes where once were windows. With each step new sparks appear and vanish, flashing like broken glass. The wind blows our words down the street and into the gutter with the empty coffee cups and plastic wrappers. Darkness descends and the streetlights wink on. We walk together in silence for a while. "Starting to get cold. Hey, ya doing anything tonight, Jose"? "Yeah, I got a date with the President". "Think he'll mind if you're late?" "Nah, he'd rather go fuck Nancy anyway" We laugh out loud together, acknowledging our mutual predicament of endless supplies of unproductive time on our hands, and fear of an uncertain future.

We drive to my house in the silence of mutual understanding. He asks me to stop at a McDonalds for a bite to eat. The thought of doing so repulses me, but I pull in anyway. I decline to join him saying,"It's against my religion, I'll just wait here". "You Jewish"?, he says. "No - healthy, I like health food", I say, hoping to keep the explanation as short as possible. Through the plate glass I watch him bring up the rear (literally) as the line he's on slowly creeps along toward the robotic counterperson. The image of my lips on his firm round nipples keeps recurring. His order seems to take forever. My desire for him is becoming more insistent. But finally he emerges carrying his (the thought amuses me) two all beef patties and special sauce. Soon I'll be filling his order. At a stop light I ask, "Ever do it with a guy on ship"? The question makes him uncomfortable and he becomes evasive. "Oh well, ya know sometimes ya just gotta do something or ya go crazy. Sometimes it's a couple of weeks before ya see land. I hear a lot about that stuff going on but I don't see much. You can find it if ya know where to look though". I'll bet I know where to look. I feel the pants at my crotch expanding. I think he notices as he glances over. Suddenly I get angry at the driver whose been ahead of us for the last fifteen minutes. "C'mon shithead, let's go". I regret betrayQneke impatience as I jab the accelerator with my foot and jerk the wheel to the right to pass the coma victim. I glare at him as I shoot by. Jose offer me some fries and I take a few for public relations purposes.

"Well here we are", I say as I pull into the driveway, "the Taj Mahal. I think it's safe to go in, the tours have ended for the day. Sure hope the servents remembered to clean up". "Must be a bitch being rich", he says. "Murder". I hold the door for him as we enter and catch his clean sent as he goes by. We sit at the kitchen table, he moping up the the ketchup with the remaining fries and I munching on a rice and buckwheat dish I had in the fridge for just such an occasion. "Do you like that stuff. Looks kinda tasteless", he offers. Determined to do an end run around that conversation I counter with, "Feel like some TV? C'mon, let's see what's on". He grabs my arm as I get up and I sit back down. He pulls a joint from his pocket holds it in front of his face, suddenly very serious and asks, "Wanna toke"? My focus shifts between the joint and his eyes. I notice his long curved lashes for the first time as his eyes are fixed on mine and debate with myself whether to take up his offer. Normally I avoid drugs of any kind but a chance to fulfill a fantasy doesn't come along very often and, I decide, this time caution takes a back seat to passion. "Sure let's go in here." He follows me to the couch.

I turn on the TV. Jose has already lighted the joint. As I sit on the opposite end of the couch watching him put it to his lips I can feel the excitement and anticipation start to build. He inhales deeply, strains to keep from coughing and offers the joint to me as the twisted ropes of smoke curl toward the ceiling. Almost before the smoke hits my lungs they are on fire. My head is spinning and my heart starts pounding in my chest while I strain to hold it in. I hand back the lethal cigarette with tears in my eyes the steam explodes from my lungs in coughing spasms. Jose is amused. He smiles the knowing smile of an expert acknowledging the foibles of a novice. Slowly he gets up, walks over, sits down next to me and says "I'll show you how it's done". He watches me steadily for a moment, then slowly, deliberately takes a long deep toke, leans over me and presses his lips to mine. I am helpless to resist. My mouth opens and the hot passion of his lungs erupts into mine. My heart is racing. Our lips glide past oneanother and my tounge finds his. I put my right hand behind his head and my left on his ass. I pull him closer and feel his dick moving, pressing hard against me through his jeans.

We race to remove our clothes. I watch his uncut hardon pop out as he removes his briefs. He wins the race and helps me come in a close second. Quickly we are in eachothers arms pressed closely together kissing deeply. I want all of him all at once and can't decide where to start. My lips slide over his neck. As my hand slowly closes over his full dick he sighs. I take his tight almost hairless balls in my mouth and release them several times. My tounge slides up and down his thick shaft. I want badly to take it in my mouth but resist. He arches his back and moans lightly. I feel the strength of his hard dick as my fingers close around it and lightly stroke it. I lean back and watch his solid smooth powerful body respond. My lips close delicately around his hard firm nipple and touch it with my tounge as my fingers twist and massage the other one. "AAHHHHH" he responds, "MMMMMMMMMM" and starts running his fingers through my hair. I work on the other one as I lay on top of him feeling his dick pressing and rubbing against my belly. My hand travels over his body savoring the smoothness and tightness of his skin beneath my fingers.

He suddenly gets up and pushes me down on the bed. He straddles me on his knees and starts slowly stroking himself. I know what he wants. I want him inside me. I want him to fuck me, bad. I reach over to the drawer and get a rubber, rip open the package (hoping I hadn't damaged the contents in my haste) and handed it to him. He pauses, looks at it, frowns but with my assistance puts it on. I am more excited as I watch it unroll slowly on his rock hard shaft that stands out straight on his flat belly like a nail on a board. I get the cream from the drawer and hand it to him. He knows what to do. As we kneel facing eachother he puts the lube on his finger, touches it to my asshole and starts to massage it slowly and his finger slips in. I inhale sharply. I want him inside me desperately. I take his dick in my hand, move closer and rub it against my asshole. He pushes me down again, almost roughly. I raise my legs and put them on his shoulders. He puts some lube on his sheathed cock, presses it against my hole and gives a little shove. I gasp from the pain, put my hands on his hips and ask him to withdraw. I breath deeply for a few moments. He waits, not sure what to do. "Slow", I say, "OK"? We try again. He applies gentle firm pressure this time. Slowly the head of his dick enters. "You OK"?, he asks. "Yeah, you got it". He pushes and I watch his thick brown cock slide completely into me until the bush of his curly pubic hair is pressed against my balls.

The first few strokes are uncomfortable and I ask him to go slow but gradually I relax and he moves more freely. I take his hand and put it on my nipple. As he starts to rub, press and twist my tit, through half closed eyes I look into his, put my hands on his ass and guide him in and out. He understands what I want and starts shoving harder and deeper still watching my eyes for response. I watch the muscles on his legs and stomach ripple and move, and his balls swing with each plunge. The cream is lying next to me. On an impulse I put some on my middle finger and without warning press it up into his asshole. Judging by the look of surprise and his frantic pleading expression on his face no-one had ever done this to him before. He starts to protest but doesn't and begins pumping harder, firmer, more deliberately. At the same time my finger probes the soft inside of his asshole. I love watching his cock plunge in and out, his firm washboard belly pounding against my hips. "OOOOO, yeah, that's nice, yeah, you're doing real good Jose, ahhhhhhh", I encourage him. To break the tempo I urge him to slow down, but he won't. He becomes wild. His strokes become quicker and shorter. His eyes glaze, his tounge sticks out and he starts breathing in rasps, making a sound from his throat with each quick thrust, "UH, UH, UH". "You like when I stick my finger in your asshole"?, I move my finger for emphasis. He responds with a grunt and more frantic movements, then stops fucking for a moment and presses his ass down on my finger. He moans when I finger fuck him. Suddenly I feel his ass tighten and he starts fucking with shorter quicker strokes and louder more desperate groans. I stroke my dick to match his rhythmn and feel the heat beginning to rise. His asshole closes around my finger in spasms and I plunge it in deeper. He lets out three or four loud gasps, "AH, AH, AH, AH". I grab Joses ass tightly and pull him into me as he watches my cum start spilling out over my belly and chest. I see only his hard smooth dark body pressed against mine as I gasp for air.

He withdraws slowly and we fall together exhausted. After cleanup operations we lay in eachothers arms, motionless, for many minutes, neither of us wanting to move. I turn to him, kiss his forhead and draw my fingers lightly across his smooth olive cheek, which in the dim light looks almost black. He runs his fingers through my hair and gently kisses me on the lips. I shiver. Suddenly I'm cold. I pull the blankets up to our chins and we close our eyes. Good night sweet prince, wherever you are.

Generic Sex

In the dozen years since this experience, the blessed isles of the West Indies have favored me with a few other which may match it. But this was the first such, and under the circumstances the most memorable. It was on one of the smaller and less visited islands of the Eastern Caribbean and I was staying at the house of a friend who had promised me helpful hospitality. Indeed that's what I got. My first afternoon there a hunky young number stopped by. His smiling black face, solid build and smoldering eyes promised delights. My host quickly waved us to a bedroom and we were soon into our pleasures. Then came a knock on the bedroom door and my host called out, "Get rid of him.

I've got a better one for you." I was less than delighted at that announcement as I was well satisfied with the thick eight inches that was, at that moment, pile-driving in and out of my ass, with the sight of the smooth, muscular brown body tapering from broad shoulders to narrow waist that was visible between my raised and wide spread legs, and with the grinning face with flashing white teeth that hovered above mine, dropp- ing down from time to time to press warm, thick, sweet lips against mine. A moment later he ground his hips against my eager butt and poured his hot cum into me while he plunged his warm tongue into my equally willing mouth. Then he rose, dressed and departed, a bit disgruntled by his abrupt dismissal, I guess, despite the generous lagniappe I pressed into his hand as he left. At once my host pushed into the room a rather skinny and homely nineteen year old. I was disappointed. How could this kid be better than the hunk I had just dismissed? The boy mumbled his name and began to shed his clothes. As his jockey shorts dropped to the floor out flopped the most impressive piece of manmeat I'd ever seen. I had no tape measure but

I had no doubt that it was at least eleven inches! Sprouting from that slender, immature body, it looked almost grotesque. I didn't let that thought deter me. I dropped to my knees to worship it. He was already half hard. My tongue caressed that long dark hose of flesh from its silky head back to the tiny patch of short, kinky adoles- cent pubic hair from which it sprang. I kissed and licked it and felt it become firmer and harder beneath my lips. Its size and weight were such that it could never stand up fully; rather it jutted out from the boy's youthful body in a long graceful arch. My tongue swirled around the satiny head, my lips wrapped around the turgid shaft, and I tried to slide down the dark length that stretched before my eyes. There was no way I could get much over half of that thing into my mouth and throat, eager though I was to swallow it all. I drew back and tried again and again, sucking with all my might.

By the little moans and cries coming from above me I knew that the kid was enjoying my efforts. Probably no one had ever engulfed more of his beautiful cock that I was swallowing at that moment. At last I lifted my head and began to kiss and lick slowly up his body. The smooth flesh was fresh and sweet with that subtle aroma that only youth can provide. We wrapped our arms around one another and kissed deeply while our hard dicks ground together between our bellies. I had certainly stopped thinking of the kid as homely! Then, to my delight, he worked his way down my body until, on his knees, he took my throbbing tool into his mouth and went to work on it like an old pro. Aflame as I was, I couldn't have lasted long, so I pulled him up, guided him to the bed, and we fell down into a sixty-nine position. He sucked expertly on my stiff prick and slid his fingers into my ready asshole, I once more licked up and down on that incredible column of black flesh. The clean, musky smell of his crotch attracted me and I went on down to lick on his smooth young balls. I slipped first one and then both into my mouth while my hand continued to slide back and forth along the length of his huge cock. Releasing his sweet nuts, I went on further and licked and lapped the nearly hairless ridge of flesh between them and the tight pucker of his asshole.

I felt him doing the same to me, and shortly out stiff dicks were rubbing against each other and our chests and bellies while we, with our heads between one another's legs, plunged our hot tongues into the inviting tunnels of love before us.

He pulled away at last and announced that he was ready to fuck me. My mind knew there was no way I could take all that big fuckpole inside me, but my excited pussy told my mind to shut up and give it a try. So I got up, bent over the edge of the bed and spread my legs. He came behind me, lifted that huge hunk of meat up and began to press it home. I made him promise to stop when I told him I could take no more. I was thankful, at least, that I was well spread open from my last trick and well lubri- cated from the guy's wet tongue. The cockhead slid past the gates and nestled inside. That part was easy, but I braced for the long assault to come. Little by little he advanced. His arms came around me and his hands grabbed my own dick and balls, caressing gently. His smooth chest was against my back and his warm breath sighed in my ear. Inside, I experienced wave after wave of pleasure as his rigid rod invaded deeper and deeper into my body.

Tingles of delight spread out from my groin all the way to my toes, to my fingertips, to the top of my head. I felt filled and possessed as never before. Then, to my amazement, his hips came to rest against my butt and his wiry little pubic bush was tickling my bum. I couldn't believe it! I'd taken the whole damn thing and felt no pain at all.

The boy began to fuck me then, sliding way back and then thrusting for- ward until every hot, throbbing inch was buried in my bowels. It was ecstacy! Never had I felt so turned on, so utterly carried away with the sensations of sex. I found myself pushing back to meet each forward thrust of his hips and rotating my own so that the wondrous tool would scrape against and stimulate every bit of my burning insides. Each time he reached full penetration my bursting balls screamed for release and I thought I would spurt cum. But somehow I held back. Alas, it ended all too soon. After five of six minutes of pistioning his insistent pile-driver in and out of me, I heard him cry out. He slammed his skinny hips one last time against my ass, and his hot young cum erupted deep inside me. That sensation was all it took. Every muscle in my body seemed to contract, every nerve screamed in triumph, and my rock hard cock, still clasped in the boy's firm grip, fountained a geyser of thick white cum across the bed to splash on the wall beyond. My ass muscles spasmed tightly around the tower of pulsating young flesh inside me, milk- ing it of every drop of its sweet nectar. His weight fell heavily against me and we tumbled forward onto the cum spattered bed, our breath coming in short gasps and our bodies sheathed in sweat. Heaven help me! Now I knew what my host meant when he said he "had a better one for me."

He reached under me and turned me over on my side. His movements followed mine so that we were both on our sides. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me on the neck. His dick was still hard inside me. He let out a long sigh and held me closely to him. I luxuriated in the warmth of his skin against mine. He cuddled his head against my neck and squeezed me with surprising strength. I was drained from the past few hours and grew drowsy as breathing became long and regular in my ear. His hand slipped down my abdomen and cradled my dick and balls in his hand. I drifted off contented with his warm hand squeezing my dick and his warm, softening dick still inside me.

I awakened some time later. We must have slept for at least a few hours because the sun was red against the wall and the evening breeze flut- tered the curtains in the window. As my mind cleared from my nap, I recalled the wild sex I had had earlier in the day. I felt the heat of a body next to mine and heard the soft snoring of my partner. I looked over my shoulder at the outline of the young man sleeping next to me. He lay on his side with his head turned away from me. He had pulled the sheet up to his neck and rolled over so that the cover clung tightly to his body. I felt my dick stir at the sight. I rolled over and drank in the sight of this beautiful man next to me. It was pleasantly warm in the room so I slowly pulled the cover away from him so that I could study his body. I realized that my earlier assessment of him was a bit hasty. He was not a hunk in the same class as the first guy, but he had more going for him than I had originally thought. He was really beautiful. His smooth skin stretched over well developed muscles. He had a build more like a runner than a wrestler. I studied the lines and curves of his body. Carefully, so not to wake him, I placed my hand on his shoulder and let it move down over the bicep and forearm. He stretched and moaned in his sleep. I stopped exploring for a moment. I didn't want to wake him yet! I wanted to be alone with his body for a few more minutes. He settled down and I continued my exploration. I moved my hand down his side and rested it against his warm tight ass. My dick began to rise as I fondled his tight ass and firm thighs. I reveled in the silky texture of his soft skin. He stirred again, snuggling his head into the pillow and extending his legs. There, below his round asscheeks, I could see his ball sack with the skin stretched tight around those perfectly shaped globes.

I've seen bigger in my life, but I sure wouldn't complain, considering the monster tool these supported. I was still being very careful. I wanted to awaken this one in my own time. I stopped for a moment. I reached to my own crotch and stroked my own hardon. It twitched and throbbed from my attention. I let it go and it slapped against my belly. I returned my attention to my sleeping guest. I put my hand back on his hip and let it slide into the valley of his inner thigh. I slid my hand on down and around until I found what I was looking for. His warm soft dick was stretched down the length of his legs. I ran my fingers along its length. It moved a bit and began to thicken. I gently tugged at his manmeat, trying to free it from the trap of his legs. It came loose and fell to the mattress. I wrapped my hand around this incredible tube and began to squeeze. His meat began to pulse and thicken in my hand. I began slow, milking motions as his hose grew into that pole I had enjoyed earlier. I had become so intent at working his cock, that I had failed to notice the change in his breathing.

He didn't say a word, he just moved his arm and hand back and down and took hold of my raging manpole. We lay there a few minutes, stroking each other's tools and enjoying the mutual feelings. His dick had stiffened to full length and was throbbing under my hand as I stepped up the tempo of my strokes. I was ecstatic with the feel of his cock. I reveled in the rough texture of the veiny surface. I circled his erection with my thumb and forefinger and continued my stroking. I was amazed by the ridges made by the blood engorged flesh of his cock. The kid may have been young, but he had a man's bullcock. His stroking of my cock became more intense. I released him from my grasp and slid my hand slowly up his abdomen, up his chest and across one hard nipple. I pulled slightly at his shoulder and he rolled over onto his back and spread his long smooth legs slightly. "You make me feel good, man," he said, with a husky voice and half closed eyes. How could I have missed those eyes! They were shiny dark agates which caught light and sparkled like light from the surface of a pool.

I really must stop rating the looks of my men when I'm irritated I thought to myself, remembering my thoughts when he first came in. "I like your feel," he said and flashed his dazzling grin. His hand squeezed my cock again. I was ready for this one! I pulled the covers completely away from our bodies. I reached down and placed my hand on this inner thigh below his balls and pulled his leg gently toward me. He made a low sound in his throat. I rolled over him and pressed my body onto his. I made grinding motions with my hips as our throbbing cocks met again between our bellies. We were getting more excited by the second.

He closed his eyes, spread his legs even further apart, and raised his knees slightly and clamped my ass with his legs. I almost came! I lifted myself up and leaned back on my knees between his wide stretched legs. For a few moments I was mesmerized by the sight of this stud moaning and twitching beneath me. His eyes were still closed and made low growl- ing sounds as he continued thrusting his hips. I was fascinated by the incredible dark fuckmachine that curved up and far past his navel. His hand moved down and he grasped his dick with those long fingers. The head of his dick was shiny with precum juice which made a clear thread from his piss slit to his upper abdomen. I shook off the spell and went to work.

I reached down, gently took his wrist and pulled his hand away from his cock. His body tensed expectantly and he seemed to hold breath to see what I would do to relieve his burning passion.

I swirled the saliva in my mouth, hefted his firepole and slipped my lips around the perfectly shaped head. His whole body stiffened as I swirled my tongue, mixing his precum and my saliva into a slippery lube. I figured I couldn't take it all down my throat but I was going to work this piece as best I could. I continued my up and down motions, taking in a little more of him on each cycle. I kept adding saliva and he cooperated by adding more precum. I slid the shiny shaft further and further into my mouth until the head pushed against the back of my throat. He thrust his hips slightly and pushed the head of that monster rod tighter against the my throat. He wanted me to swallow that thing! Well, I was game! I would love to feel the length of that magnificant organ jammed full length down my throat, but this would take a little time.

I may be able to swallow swords, but gulping down ball bats takes a bit of planning. I backed off and shook my head slightly to let him know that it was a 'no-go', at least for the moment. I gathered up more saliva and greased that pole up for all it was worth. I loosened my lipgrip and bobbed up and down. The saliva-precum lube built up thicker and oozed from the corners of my mouth. I was ready to try again. I took a deep breath and dropped my jaw again to open up the back of my throat. His timing was perfect! I slid slowly down his shaft again and, as his dickhead found the back of my throat, he raised his hips and thrust upward applying gentle force to the ring of muscles. This is one hell of a way to have a tonsillectomy, I thought! Something happened--this guy knew his stuff and what to do with that stuff. He stuffed it, of course, and the head and about an inch of that impossible staff slid down my throat.

My eyes watered and my jaws ached from the pressure. I backed off and relubed his meat. I took another deep breath, relaxed my muscles as much as possible, and went back for more. He responded and again my throat accepted that battering ram. We managed to bury a couple more inches on that try. I opened my eyes and stared down the length of cock that was left to swallow. Who ARE you kidding, I thought. We kept this up for a few more minutes, and I was just beginning to think that I might really swallow the whole thing down to the base, when he suddenly jerked in pain. "Teeth," he whispered and held himself very still. Damn! I couldn't open wide enough to keep my teeth out of the way and they were abraiding the sensitive skin. Fuck, I love these big poles as well as anyone, but it is sure a frustration when you get a real thick piece like this and you can't swallow without chewing up the sides. I dropped my jaw as far as possible and slowly backed off. He sighed as the head slipped back into my mouth. He was as disappointed as I. I wiped away the tears, snot and lube juice and caught my breath.

It may take some practice, I thought, but I will manage to swallow something like that someday. I went back to my mouth pumping. He relaxed and began thrusting his hips again. I looked up to his face. His eyes were closed and his mouth open slightly. I had this one in my power for sure! He was ready for anything. Me too. The slippery ooze from my sucking had run down his dick and coated his balls. I ran my fingers lightly up and down the shaft coating them and making them as slick as his cock. I continued to suck for all I was worth. I slid my fingers down to his balls and then underneath. I grasped the base of his cock under the balls and massaged the root of his dick. I continued to move my exploring fingers down until I found what I was looking for, that puckered ring of assmuscle. I paid closer atten- tion to my cocksucking activities. I pressed my finger against his asshole and waited to see what effect this would have on his cock. I was rewarded with a loud moan and his cock got even harder. I wouldn't have believed it could have gotten harder, but my mouth told me it did.

I continued to collect the lube we had made and spread it around his asshole. He was purring and groaning as I massaged his tight hole. The time arrived. I began a long, slow descent from the tip of his cock to as far as I could go and at the same time, I inserted my finger into his hot hole. His cock pulsed harder again. I held it in my mouth and explored the ring of sphincter muscle just inside his asshole.

"That's it," he whispered, and groaned again. "You make me feel good. I want to feel you in me." I had loosened him up by quite a bit, but there was no way he was going to take my raging 9 without a little extra lube. I backed off his cock and he brought his hand back down and slowstroked it while I got the tube of grease from the night stand. I started to squeeze a glob into my hand, but he raised up and took the tube from my hand and proceeded to coat my cock with a thick layer. He rubbed his warm hand up and down the length of my cock as I applied a big dab of slippery into his waiting hole.

Now or never! I bent down and hooked by hands under his knees and raised them up over my shoulders then moved my hands down his thighs and pulled his ass into position. He arched his back and planted himself flush against my shaft. I slid my cock up and down his asscrack, spreading the grease around a bit. His eyes were closed again and he was moving his lips as if he were saying something, but I didn't hear anything. I grasped his hips and positioned myself for some serious assfucking. The head of my dick found the waiting orifice, and I thrust forward slowly. I watched his handsome face as the head of my dick penetrated the resisting muscle. I heard the sharp hiss as he gasped. The sphincter ring clamped onto my dickhead as it entered. A frown of pain crossed his features and he clinched his teeth. I waited, there was no hurry! His face relaxed again and he nodded ever so slightly for me to go on. I looked down at my own stiff prong sticking into that dark opening. What a turn-on! I watched as I slowly sank the rest into his accepting hole. I stopped only when my pubes met his buttocks. I glanced in his face again. His expression told me he was somewhere else. I began to pump slowly in and out. He put his hands behind his head and tilted his chin up slightly. He appeared to be listening to something.

He was. He was listening to the sensations I was sending from my thick hot cock. I increased my speed and began to rock in and out. As he relaxed his ass more and more, I tried running my fuckmuscle in at slightly different angles. I knew it was there, I only had to find it. I continued exploring until he raised his head and let out a groan of pain and pleasure. I had found the spot. I grabbed his ankles, lifted them into the air and spread him wide. I was going to work that spot for all it was worth. He twisted his head back and forth and began groaning and moaning as my motions became more and more intense. He grabbed his flopping cock and started some serious stroking. He was panting and threshing around beneath me. I could feel my load building as my cock battered his prostate.

I was ready to come, when he suddenly put his legs down and sat up with my cock still wedged inside. He planted his big hands on my shoulders and gently pushed me over onto my back. Skillfully, slowly, so as not to dislodge my cock, he pulled his legs back and ended up sitting on my pole. I looked down. The sight of my thick meat disappearing up into that ass crack was almost more than I could take. He lowered his ass and I watched the dick disappear. I suddenly forgot all that. His meat was staring me dead in the eye. The piss slit was oozing again, and I could see it bobbing up and down. He reached down and put his hands behind my head and lifted slightly. I needed no instructions! I slid my mouth around that pulsing pole and bobbed back and forth. He began bucking and riding the pole in his own ass. Things were getting pretty noisy. We were both panting and groaning our pleasure. This couldn't go on much longer at this pace.

I cupped his balls with my hands and squeezed. His dick swelled and became as hard as a tree limb in my mouth. This was it! We had held back long enough. He sat down hard against my pubes, tightened his muscles, and rocked back and forth. I felt the muscles in his cock contract and force the cum down that long tube. As his load splashed into my mouth, I raised my hips and shot deep inside. I tasted his sweet cum as it continued to pour into my mouth. We stayed like that for a long moment. Our dicks softened and our tense bodies relaxed. I was drained from the exertion and so was he. He let my head down gently onto the mattress and sat back. I pulsed my cock in his ass, and he moaned again.

Slowly he backed off and rolled over onto the bed. "You good, man," he said. "You about the best I've had." We wrapped our arms around each other and snuggled close. I had a sudden though. I looked into those forever eyes and said, "What the hell is your name, anyway?" He laughed. "Just call me Bob--when you call me," and he laughed again.

I had a few more days left in my stay in the islands. My host strutted around like he had swallowed a canary. "I told you I had something bet- ter," he teased, "And I can tell from the noise I heard that you were in agreement." I couldn't deny that. He chattered on but my atten- tion was elsewhere. I was trying to figure out how to get Bob, the other hunk and I together.

When that happened, I'd treat my host some real noise!

My First Fist

I was out on the coast for a round of job interviews in the Bar area. My fluffy-sweater acquaintances in Cincinnati had scoped out the territory the previous summer and were full of dire warnings about South of Market in general and The Hothouse in particular, so of course that was the first place I headed. Now, fisting wasn't exactly a deep, dark mystery to me...somewhere along the line I had acquired the book from the movie classic "Erotic Hands" and I'd been jerking off to that for quite a while. You might say I was into the concept if not the reality.

Well, The Hothouse was everything I had been warned it was...humpy dudes wandering around in body harnesses leading their slaves on leashes, the whole trip. I nearly came when I walked into the shower room hunkered down on a plastic hose while he sucked his buddy's oversize cock. I checked out the sling rooms, but I spent most of the night doing conventional if rougher-than-usual sex.

I fell asleep with my door cracked. The next morning I woke up with this warm, wet feeling on my arm. I looked up and there was this hairy, muscular little dude impaled on my arm to the elbow!

Holy shit! He looked down at me and grinned "Good morning" "Good morning yourself fucker." " Can you dig it!" "For sure, but I've never done it before" Well, that turned his motor on, and soon became oblivious that he wasn't gonna dismount my arm until he had showed me all the right moves. We ended up with me punch-fucking him doggy--style with a cheering audience of six or seven leathermen. Well, my arm was busy most of the morning, but my asshole stayed virgin.

I sorta filed the experience away and chewed on it until my next trip to the coast. I only knew one dude in Cincinnati that was into handball, and we were friends, not fuck-buddies, so I didn't get a chance to practice again until another job interview took me to San Diego. The job panned out. and I moved to California.

Now, you have to understand where I was coming from. Cincinnati is one of the most tight-assed Republican cities in the Midwest.

There was one gay bar and no baths. If you wanted steam you had to drive to Cleveland, Toledo or Chicago. So the first couple of years in San Diego I was like a kid in a candy shop...baths, bars, and Balboa Park!

I fisted if I was asked, and if I was in a "top" mood I got off on it to a certain extent, but something was missing. What that "something" was I found out one night at the old Fourth Avenue Baths in Hillcrest. I was cruising the "open" rooms and came across this hot little blond surfer-type. We started getting it on, and our hands both started to go for the ass about the same time, so he called a halt to go fetch the Crisco and poppers. Now, fisting wasn't particularly on my mind...I figured we'd trade fucks and that would be that. How was I to know that gay surfers in San Diego get into handball?

Well. pretty soon we were pretty busy finger-fucking each other while we sixty-nined. Then he called a halt and sat up and looked at me. "Wanna go further?" "As in what?" "Fisting, man." "You or me?" "Whatever," he muttered. "Well, I've never had it, but I'm up for trying." Bingo! The idea of a virgin really pushed his button, so pretty soon I'm on my back with my ass propped up on a pillow and him sitting cross-legged below me.

"Your head's gonna get it done for you" he told me. "You gotta want me inside you. It's just like takin' a big cock. It'll hurt like hell goin' over the widest part of my knuckles, but then once it's inside you're gonna lose your mind!" Well, we had smoked a couple of joints and I was pretty mellowed out and the dude wasn't tryin' to hurry me. We rapped about all kinds of shit, but all the time there was this gentle but insistent pressure at my asshole.

"How much you got in?" I'd ask him from time to time but he wouldn't tell me. "Don't worry about it...just relax and enjoy."

I kept playin' with my cock and that made my ass tighten up, so he pulled the laces from his boot and tied my hands behind my head so I couldn't jack off. Now I don't usually do bondage with a stranger, but we were really into each other's heads by now, and I figured what the shit, my legs were still free to kick if he got radical.

We kept on like this for about an hour...then he looked me in the eye and said, "Pull your knees back to your tits." "is this it, man? I'm not sure I'm ready." "You're ready...your fuckin' ass is just beggin' for my hand. Cummon, pull 'em back." He got up on his knees and started pushing my legs down with his chest until his face was right over mine. "Common, man, take my fuckin' fist.

You can do it!" He shoved a popper under my nose and my ass caught fire! One fiery bolt of pain and he was in! The fucker had his goddamned fist up my butt. "Slow deep breaths, man...take slow, deep breaths. Get used to it, then we'll play." Now I was leakin' gum like a firehose by this point. I couldn't imagine it getting any more intense/painful/better, but it did. He gave me a few minutes to calm down, then he shoved the popper under my nose again and started to make a fist inside me. "AAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGHHH! Take it easy man!" "Just makin' the fist, dude. Now I'm gonna do a little twistin'." "Well, he did a little twistin' and I did a lot of twistin' and yellin', but he just kept at it, slow and steady.

I drifted into a semi-trance impaled on this hot little dude's hand. Experienced bottoms say that there's a good deal of yoga and meditation involved...now I understood what they meant.

He looked down at me and grinned. "REady for a little depth?"

"You're running this trip, man. You got me fuckin' tied up and held down so I can't move anything but my eyelashes. Guess if you wanna go for dept I'm gonna have to go along! "Fuckin'-A-right!

You just slide down on my arm fucker. We're gonna go for the elbow!" Now, that might sound a little bit radical for the first time, but once he'd gotten in past the knuckles it was a matter of degree. Actually, his outstretched hand and forearm was easier to take than the clenched rotating fist. "Can you sit up?" he asked me after awhile. "If you help me" "I want you to see, man.

You've got my fuckin' arm up to the elbow!" I didn't believe him, but he pulled me up until I was bent like a pretzel and I could see my red, tautly-stretched asshole around the beginning of his muscular bicep. "I gotta cum, man," I moaned. "I gotta cum so fuckin' gad!" "Oh, yeah, shoot your fuckin' load! Cummon, motherfucker, shoot it!!" He was givin' me long, slow strokes with his arm...all the was out to the wrist and then all the way back to the elbow! He grabbed my cock and it was all over. I must have shot for five minutes! The first load landed on the wall over my head. "YYYYEEEOOWWW! OK. OK, ease out, man,ease out! He slowly withdrew his arm and we collapsed.

"Like it?" he grinned. "Like it! Jesus, I loved it! You have great hands man." "You might be sore for a day or two." "That's cool." "Wanna do me?" "As soon as I catch my breath." We stretched out and dozed for awhile then I started to get itchy to get into his ass. It only took him about half and hour...he was experienced, but I have fairly big hands. He started to get a little worried, though, when I started sneakin' a couple of extra fingers up along side my hand. "Hey, uh, I don't think I can take much more." "First time for everything, dude." I chuckled. "Yeah, well, I guess, only go easy, man, OK?" "No problem...just relax and enjoy." Well, about another fifteen minutes I was shakin' hands with myself inside this dude's steaming hole, and it was his turn to beg. "Oh Christ, let me cum, please! Jack me off, man.

I gotta cum!" Well, that presented a problem since both my hands were busy, so I took his aching cock in my mouth. He arched his back and his asshole tightened around my wrists until I thought they were gonna break. He shot so hard I thought I was gonna drown! "JJJJJEEEEESSSSSUUUUUSSS! Take it out...please take it out!" I slowly pulled one hand after the other out of his exhausted hole. We staggered to the showers and soaped each other down, and then we crashed. We exchanged phone numbers and played a couple of times after that, either at the baths or at the FFA parties. I lost track of him, and the Fourth Avenue Baths closed down, but I'll never forget him.

Hurricane Kelly

"It looks like they named that new storm coming up the gulf after you, Kelly," our crew boss Dirkson smirked as he read the transcript coming over the wire. "Says it ain't much of a storm though, so's we can stay out here on the rig."

I looked across the crowded mess hall toward Kelly. He seemed a little embarrassed by the attention. After the three weeks on, one week off regimen, Kelly had started to look like something the gods had sent for my personal pleasure. Working on the oil rigs in the Gulf of Mexico for that length of time can make a young guy of twenty-five, like myself, horny as a randy goat. Most of the fellas on board were rigidly straight the breeder-intensive sort of jocks who talk about their wives and family all the time.

But this Kelly was a real enigma to me--a boyish youth of eighteen, toned and muscled but not too handsome. He was just above five feet tall. His glasses did nothing to enhance his features and his teeth were gapped. But in his tight little uniform pants, his bulging bone-zone was something I couldn't take my eyes off.

Since young Kelly had come aboard, I'd worked with him every day. I'd shown him the ropes of guiding the heavy drilling machinery until he was almost as proficient as I. Kelly wasn't much of a conversationalist but he was a quick learner.

He kept pretty much to himself and didn't indulge in all the back- slapping camaraderie of the rest of our crew. Very shy and introverted you might say.

In fact, Kelly never even took showers at the same time as everyone else. He always waited until the other guys were finished before entering the communal shower. I'd deliberately dawdled several times but he had outwaited me patiently, beyond the point where I could have had a legitimate excuse. The one time I managed to be in there the same time as he, he'd turned his back and concealed himself the entire time. I couldn't risk appearing too obvious, us being workmates and all.

So I resigned myself to fantasizing over the mouthful of cockhead I could see when we worked near each other during the day. I'm sure that on more than one occasion he'd noticed the effects he had on my own seven incher.

After the first week of this frustration, I devised a totally foolish plan to see him naked. Since he always wore a towel on his way back to his tiny cubicle, I planned to turn a blind corner of the hallway and bump into him. And in the process, I would drag off his towel.

I pulled on a loose pair of shorts without any underwear and waited nervously around the corner of the hall. I'd tracked Kelly's habits so closely that I recognized his quick little footsteps pattering down the passageway.

Just as he reached my hiding place, I nonchalantly stepped around the corner, bumped into him and fell clumsily to the floor. I was successful in dragging his towel down with me.

As I lay on my back with my knees bent and my legs cocked open, clutching his towel to my chest, Kelly just stood there, facing away from me, his glorious assglobes dimpling and quivering with nervousness.

"Gee, man, I'm sorry," I said to his splendidly magnificent backside. He half-twisted his five-foot-four frame toward me and extended his hand.

"S'okay," he mumbled in an ashamed sort of way. But I still hadn't gotten a gander at his cock! Which intrigued me more every minute.

I had fallen in such a way that my dick and balls hung out the side of the baggy shorts. Just looking at his trim little rump had started my poker to harden. I made sure he saw it as he turned around.

His face flushed a ruddy crimson, embarrassment writ large upon his youthful features.

"Looks like you've got a problem there, Kelly," I softly said, glaring pointedly at his crotch. Indeed, even from my ass-obstructed vantage point, I could see he had a half-hard cock.

I got just a quick glimpse of an immense, uncut cockhead before he snatched the towel from me and wadded it before him, dashing off down the hall while hurriedly wrapping it about his waist. "Shit!" I swore aloud as I got to my feet.

All that night in the mess hall, I tried to catch his eye with no success. It seemed he was deliberately avoiding my questing gaze and making an effort to seem preoccupied in a book he was reading. In my narrow bunk that night, I jerked off thinking of Kelly.

The following day was overcast and stormy. Bitter winds blew drizzling across the isolated oil rig. In the afternoon, splitting thunder and ripping lightning drove us all inside. I sat disconsolate in the game room and Kelly was nowhere around.

By this time, I only wanted to get close to the kid for a little companionship. Trying to keep that wholesome thought uppermost in my mind, I stealthily made my way to Kelly's cabin. I knocked timidly on the door. No answer at first, but then a sleepy, "Who's there?"

"Clayton," I whispered through the thin partition. It was only seconds until the door was opened and Kelly stood there before me. He was wearing white shorts and nothing else. I nearly lost my composure when he invited me in. It was all I could do to keep from staring at his naked young form.

His whole body was smooth and toned. His wiry young torso was gleaming a burnished copper in the warm, soft light. Blond downy fur on his flat, concave belly, trailed down into his briefs.

That old adage I'd always heard, about the little ones packing the biggest equipment, was exemplified by Kelly. Every inch of his fat fuck- tube was outlined beneath the thin material of his cotton shorts. The kid was all cock and balls.

He motioned me to a low-slung chair right next to his bed. He reached under the mattress and pulled out a pint of contraband Scotch. Sitting on his bed and taking a swig, he offered the bottle to me.

I was nearly delirious with pleasure at sipping from the same flask as he. We talked about our various chores, while outside the storm intensified. We sat and drank and talked, sat and drank and talked some more.

I drank enough to broach the matter of his shyness. "Don't you like it here, Kelly? Why are you so quiet, so intense?"

"Just my way," he slowly drawled. "I've always been like that. I guess it's because I'm so short."

Saying that, he stretched and yawned. He lifted up his feet to the side of the bed. His crotch was a mounded pack of man muscle between his open legs. And I gazed intently at his youthful bounty.

Emboldened by his show of casual grace, I slipped off my shoes. I placed one bare foot between his legs, a scant few inches from his Jockey pouch. A pelting downpour from the raging squall drenched his window and the thunder raged outside our small confines.

"I'm scared of storms," he said quietly. "Even on the land. Since I was a kid."

By this time, the world closed in around us. I felt the rocking tremors of the bashing waves. The lights flickered and went out. My foot slipped up between his thighs. I felt his hardness.

"Kelly," I whispered.

"Clayton," he softly responded with a pressing of his loins into the sole of my foot. "I'm afraid..."

I wasn't kidding when I said, "Me too."

I eased out of the chair and fell into his open arms and we snuggled together on the bed. I held him tightly to me and caressed his smooth, taut skin. He embraced me in a powerful grip as his cock hardened at my groin. I ground against him and felt his heat like a smoldering fire pressing into me.

Kelly slipped out of his shorts while I pulled off my jeans and T- shirt. His man-child flesh inflamed my passionate lust.

Kelly's mammoth cock throbbed against my belly and I felt his bull balls pressed against me. The storm of our heated coupling competed with the fury of the violent tempest which dashed against our cabin.

Both of Kelly's small hands fisted my swollen cock. I clasped his burgeoning root with one callused fist. In the darkness, his cock felt like a pulsing lightning rod, overlaid with the smoothest of dick flesh.

I ate my way down his quivering chest, nipped and suckled at his tight nipples. A streaking bolt of lightning illuminated his cock as I held its swollen mass aloft. Kelly's monstrous fucktube glistened in the darting light. And I made love to his manhood with my lips and tongue. Never in all my life had I seen such an organ. The kid's fuck-meat was throbbing like an immense pillar of staggering proportions. He was like a randy Pan, aroused and lustfully rutting.

I gnawed hungrily at his bloated prick. I sucked down his shaft to the back of my gullet and my throat muscles contracted with each pulsing throb of his dick-meat. He arched his trim hips and thrust more cock into my face and I nearly cried around his pulsing prick. I ached to be united with this boy.

Sensing that he would get off on authority, I threw all caution to the winds and turned him forcibly onto his belly. I clasped his slim buttocks in both hands and propelled his slight frame into a dog-like crouch. There I palmed his asscheeks apart and licked and laved all over his crack. I stabbed at his tight pucker and went for the kiss more delectable than any other.

Like a piranha fish in a feeding frenzy, I spiked and speared my tongue inside his funky hole, tasting the bittersweet essence of him.

Kelly reached behind him and spread his buttcheeks for me. He pushed his boy-spheres back onto my face and I ate him out like a starving dog.

I forced his trembling body to the sheets. There, I ground my thrusting cock between his quivering buttocks and hunched against his smooth, sweaty ass. My cock knob found his tender hole and I teased and tortured him with it.

He groaned as I worked the flaring head inside. I grabbed him tightly about the belly and muscle jerked my way to his soft innards.

A glaring flash of lightning illuminated our fucking figures. And I fucked him all the harder.

"Take it, boy! Take my dick!" I panted in gasping sighs. "I want to be inside you, I wanna cum in your ass!"

"Oh yeah!" he panted. "Fuck me, man! Fuck me!"

"Yeah, baby! Yeah!" I moaned into his ear. "I wanna fuck my baby's sweet tight ass!"

I sheathed my cock all the way to my swinging balls and it felt like the very core and essence of myself was being sucked out of me and into him. Kelly's ass muscles tightened all along my blood-engorged shaft.

"Fuck me with your hard, stiff cock!" he moaned. I went into the rolling motions of a hard boy-fuck and gave him all the cock I had. He took it up his ass like a pro.

I really wanted to see the kid shoot his jizz so I athletically turned him atop me and twisted his young, supple torso so that he was facing me. My cock never left his ass but gyrated deliciously inside him, scouring his tender ass-walls.

Kelly's huge man-meat banged against me like a threatening, fleshy hammer and I clasped his waist, bent nearly double and sucked his fleshy cock knob. I sucked his huge dick until I fell back on the bed, exhilarated and panting.

The lightning cracked. The thunder boomed and Kelly fucked himself onto me with the force of a hurricane.

"Cum in me, man! Cum in me," he screamed wildly. He pumped his ass back and forth, around and around, up and down on my rock-hard prick like a bucking young colt. I savagely mauled his torso and asscheeks. He reached behind and took hold of my plunging root. He squeezed my nuts and dug one finger up my asshole. I blew it then.

Matching my hip thrusts stroke for stroke, Kelly started creaming. He threw back his head and groaned as a gusher of cum shot over my heaving belly and onto my panting chest. A moment later, I reared back, arched my upthrust hips and ground my cock deep inside his hot butt.

Cock-sauce flushed out of my rolling balls and flooded his young and trembling hole.

But there was more in him. His gigantic prick was still unloading shot after steaming shot of cock juice which pelted my chest, shoulders and face.

Finally he collapsed on top of me and I held him fast while the storm outside raged on. In the stillness and the dark, I loved his subsiding tremors. He snuggled his perspiring head into my shoulder and kissed me, then left his lips there half opened.

"In school they always laughed at me and said I was a freak," he softly said. "No girl would ever let me fuck her. The boys all called me 'Donkey Dick'."

"Oh, you poor kid," I gently chided, tousling his soft, black hair. The eye of the storm passed over us and lasted about an hour.

Kelly quit shortly after that and I haven't seen him since. But he's sure as hell on my mind. Hurricane Mike is off the tip of Florida and there's this guy here with that name.

Hot Times in the Winterlands

During Christmas break, I accompanied my aunt and uncle on a bus trip to Reno. We had a good time on the trip up and made a few friends. But by the second day my uncle was in a sour mood because he wasn't winning. He agreed to try to teach me Blackjack; I think he wanted to see someone else lose a pile of money for a change.

We went down to the casino after a very late supper and were surprised to find the place fairly empty. When we approached the BJ table the dealer was very friendly and explained that there was usually very little action after midnight in the middle of the week. We explained that I knew nothing of the game and he agreed to allow my uncle to kibbitz behind my shoulder. The dealer was a young guy probably in his early thirties, tall, obviously no stranger to long workouts. His black hair was slicked back in that way that tells you he doesn't give a damn what you think. We were all three laughing and carrying on because my beginners luck was pretty much up and down; we just kept shoving stacks of chips around the table back and forth. Unfortunately I couldn't seem to hold onto the money for very long.

My uncle decided to try his luck at Keno and said he'd be back in a few. I continued to dabble at the table, hoping my luck would improve. The dealer, his name was Jeff, was a total pro, but I noticed we made a lot of eye contact in the next half hour. I yawned and said I thought I might go up to my room in the hotel and smoke a joint and relax. He said that sounded like fun so I asked him when he would be getting off work and would he like to come up for a smoke before he went home. He smiled and said ok. My head was kind of light because I'm not usually so forward with other guys; he had to remind me to tell him what room number to look for. I gave him a nice little stack of chips as my uncle had taught me (when the dealer's friendly) and went up to the room.

I barely had time to roll a couple of bombers when he knocked on the door. I was really nervous because I was sharing the room with my aunt and uncle and I was afraid that they would come up to the room. But I opened the window a bit and he lit the first J. We looked out at the view and didn't say much. After the buzz hit, he sat down in the chair by the TV so I sat by his feet and we passed the smoke back and forth. As I reached up I slipped and sort of landed on his left leg. He braced my arm so I wouldn't fall but as I looked up at him the moment was distorted and seemed to last much longer, like when you are in an accident and time slows down. He took the smoke out of my fingers and moved his ass so that his crotch was pressing against my left hand, which was between his legs on the chair. He sort of rubbed his crotch up and down against my forearm. I looked up at his face again and he just smiled. I moved to the side a little and put my face down low over his groin. I inhaled deeply as if I could smell his cock. He slid his ass down in the chair a little and I unbuckeled his belt and opened his jeans. Like most of the hunky studs in the area, he wore his pants really tight to show off his gorgeous butt and display his tools. I had a devil of a time getting his cock out but he finally raised his ass up and I pulled the jeans down past his knees to his ankles. He was wearing boxers with some little design on them. I imagined his girlfriend giving him the shorts for Christmas.

Then he jerked and his cock popped out of the fly without any trouble. I took it in my hand and placed my mouth on the top of his knob. He sighed and the tension seemed to go out of him so I started sucking up and down. His dick was long and slender with a huge forest of black hair at the base. I couldn't get the entire length down my throat so I moved to his side and dove back onto his joint. From this angle I could wedge the entire pecker into my gullet. My nose pressed against his ball sack on each downstroke. He began to move his hips, fucking my mouth. He put his arm on my back and his hand on the back of my head urged me to continue working his joint down my throat. I played with his balls and my fingers dropped down to tickle the hairs below. He opened his legs a little and I could feel the warmth of his asshole like steam rising off wet pavement after a summer rain. I touched his ass with my finger and he moaned so I licked my fuck finger and gently probed his ass. He suddenly went wild, bucking and straining, his legs closed together on my wrist. He shoved my head down onto his prick and suddenly he was cumming. He must have blasted a quart of spunk down my throat but I didn't get to taste most of it. Before he was finished I was wretching and gagging, but I didn't lose more than a few drops of his breeder stew.

He relaxed and I got my hand back, still sucking gently to wring the last drops out of his flacid prick. I ran my other hand up his chest and played with the hair around his nipples for a minute. Then he sat up and pulled on his pants. We smoked the rest of the joint after he was dressed and he said no woman had ever sucked him like that. I told him the pleasure was entirely mine and we walked to the door. Before he left, he pulled me to him and hugged me fiercely, rubbing against my body. He clearly understood that I had a raging hardon but somehow he also understood that I didn't want him to touch it. Before he released me, he kissed me gently on the neck and said goodbye. Then he was out the door and gone.

I couldn't wait. I flung off my clothes and leaped onto the bed, pulling my pud like mad. I usually take a really long time to blow my load but this time it was a matter of seconds before a great stream of jiz blew up over my head and onto the wall over the bed. A second and third shot arced up across my belly and chest, some landing in my hair. I felt like I was being split in two, and then a final shot landed right on my face. I reached out with my tongue and got a wad of spunk for my trouble.

After I came back down and my breathing was normal, I realized that Aunt Sandy and Uncle Tony might walk back in at any second. So I ran around the room trying to erase any sign of what had just gone on. I jumped into the shower to get cleaned up and I jerked off there again. By the time I was clean, I was just a damp rag, ready for bed. The next afternoon Aunt Sandy woke me up at around 2:00pm. She told me that she and uncle Tony had played Keno from midnight to around 10:00am. They won some money and wanted to take me to get something to eat. I didn't tell her that I'd already eaten before I went to bed.