The Baths

He was short, dark haired with a thin moustache. His chest showed only thin traces of hair from the navel to the top of the towel. His face was round, almost cherubic and he smiled as we passed each other in the dark hallway. We passed each other several times, our eyes meeting, looking, waiting. I circled back again, but he was not in sight. As I continued down the hall, I passed an open door. The halls were dark, the room light was dim, but there was no mistaking who was in there.

He lay there stroking his cock slowly. He watched me watching him. Our eyes met again. He said nothing, but those eyes appealed to me to enter. I closed the door behind me, sat on the bed and began stroking his legs. He continued to stroke his cock as I massaged his legs. My hands slowly worked their way upward as I continued to massage. He stopped stroking his cock and lay there enjoying the attention my hands were giving him.

I passed over his cock and began to massage his shoulders and chest. He started to moan as I touched my tongue to one of his nipples while I massaged the other. I shifted my sucking to the other nipple and it hardened immediately. He pulled me up and we kissed - long and deep. Our tongues explored each other's mouths, our lips never parting as he pulled my body up onto the bed to lay alongside him.

We lay there, embracing for what seemed like an eternity - still kissing. He rolled me over onto my back and began to massage me. Starting with my ears, he took my ear lobes and rubbed them between his fingers. He continued massaging my face, rubbing my forehead, eyes, cheeks - softly, gently, lovingly. He continued down, to my chest and finally, he reached my cock, which he sucked into his mouth and bathed with his tongue.

As he sucked on me, I could see that he had again began to stroke himself, and looked up at me with those intense eyes. He moved his body forward, till his ass was positioned over my cock. He lowered himself down on me and began to slowly move back and forth with me deep inside his tight hole. I removed his hand from his cock, and slowly massaged the head which was covered with precum.

As he increased the tempo of his movement, I could feel the stirrings of ecstasy approaching. We were both breathing heavily. I was about to come and could feel him flexing his ass muscles as he began to rise and descend over me. As my moans grew louder, he picked up speed and began to spurt gobs of his milky fluid all over my chest. The sight of these lakes of cum brought me to an unbelievable climax.

At first, I thought it would never end, then I wished it would continue forever. He continued to ride me, even though I had stopped pumping. My still hard cock enjoying the tight confines of his ass. He slowed down and then raised himself off of me and began to clean his cum from my chest. When he was done, he began to suck my cock again, cleaning and tonguing around it.

He began to suck my balls into his mouth and spread my legs apart to make it easier to get at them. He kept going lower and began to raise my legs into the air. Further and further he went till his tongue reached my puckered hole. I knew what this would lead to and I wanted it - bad. I turned over, and he continued his tongue assault on my hot ass.

After a few more minutes, a single finger was inserted to test how relaxed I was. It slid in easily and began to massage my insides, causing my rock hard cock to begin oozing again. He removed his finger and resumed his sucking, reaching into me with his tongue. As he went deeper, he began to raise my ass higher. I turned to look at him and our eyes met. He knew what I wanted....

He raised himself up and easily inserted his cock into my waiting hole. I came almost instantly, pumping wildly without even touching myself. He continued to fuck me and enjoyed me as much as I enjoyed him being in me. Coming twice was unusual for me, but amazingly enough, I was still hard, and felt that I may even come again. As he continued plunging into me, he reached around and began to stroke my cock with one hand and my balls with the other. I began to moan as he picked up speed, shoving in and pulling out, pushing deeper each time.

As I felt I was near again, I reached around and pulled him deeper into me. I shot and hit the wall five feet away as he began to pump his come deep into my ass. I could feel his cock pulsing as I came, pumping deep. We both fell forward, his cock still inside of me, still exciting me. After a few minutes, he pulled out and lay down next to me. We held each other and fell asleep. I was awaken by his kiss. He started to massage my cock again, but I knew that now, it was fruitless.

We showered together, soaping and cleaning each other. We each went to our rooms to dress, and when I came out, he was gone. We met again several months later, but that's for another story.

The Roofers

Paul worked in a small annexe office with one other colleague. This week, however, his colleague was on holiday, which was extremely convenient as Paul had a major distraction to deal with and as a result was not getting much work done. There were a couple of workmen repairing the roof to his office, they were absolutely gorgeous and it was the middle of a heatwave so their clothing was minimal.

They had arrived on the Monday morning as Paul was about to make a start on some back filing. They introduced themselves as James and Bryan. James was mid twenties, had his blond hair cropped really short. He was clean shaven with bright blue eyes. Bryan was slightly older looking had dark hair and eyes and two day stubble. Both men had deep tans from all their outdoor work and neither had an ounce of fat on their bodies; just solid muscle. Paul's dick was half hard from the moment they arrived. The men were outside working on the roof, but would come into the office to make telephone calls, have a tea break etc. Whenever they did they would chat to Paul constantly. He would sit there watching them, unable to get up from his desk for fear that they would notice his hardon which was straining against the material of his work trousers in an attempt to break free.

For three days Paul was in absolute torment. He would have to go into the office toilet to relieve himself a couple of times a day. He started to notice that James was regularly groping himself whilst in the office, well not exactly groping himself, perhaps re-arranging himself would be a better way of describing it. Paul, however, was convinced that it was entirely innocent. On the Thursday morning, however, there was a further development. About half an hour after the guys had started to work, James came into the office. "Alright, Paul?" he asked, "You haven't got any scissors have you?". Paul got out a pair of scissors and asked James what he needed them for. "Well, I forgot to bring my shorts today, so I want to cut down these jogging bottoms." Then standing in full view of Paul he dropped his jogging bottoms. As he lifted each leg to pull them over his shoes, Paul could clearly see James' cock and balls poking out from the bottom of his boxer shorts. James sat down in front of Paul with his legs splayed wide open and set to work cutting down the jogging bottoms. Just glimpsing James' cock had caused Paul to spring a hardon.

James was chatting on about various trivial things, Paul mumbled replies. Eventually James looked up at him and asked "Everything all right Paul? You seem very distracted this morning." As he asked he suddenly noticed that Paul was not looking him in the eye. James glanced down at his own body and realised that Paul could clearly see his dick through the open fly of his boxer shorts. Paul realised that James had caught him looking and his face flushed red with embarrassment. "I see." said James, a smile spreading across his face "Spotted something you like have you?". Paul did not reply but stared down at the document in front of him on his desk. James' cock started to come to life, thickening and extending. As it got harder it poked out through the hole in his boxer shorts. He stood up facing Paul across the desk, his dick now a fully erect 8 inches. "Look at me." he demanded. Paul raised his eyes and noticed the hard on. He couldn't stop himself from licking his lips. "Want to suck it, queerboy?" said James. Paul nodded and James moved around the desk until he stood alongside Paul. "Go ahead then." said James.

Paul did not need to be asked twice. Without pausing to think about the possible consequences of someone disturbing them or what James might do afterwards, he reached out and grabbed the base of James's dick. "Stop messing about, suck it!" hissed James. Paul stuck out his tongue and ran it around the head of James' dick lapping up the drop of precum that had already formed there. He leant forward and tightened his lips around the top of the shaft just behind the head. Sucking hard on the cock he slowly slid the entire shaft into his mouth until James' balls were slapping against his chin. He worked on the cock using his throat muscles and tongue to maximise the pleasure and grabbed hold of James' balls and tugged them gently. James was moaning "Fucking brilliant. That feels so good. Yeah, suck my cock, play with my balls." James pulled his dick out of Paul's mouth and started smearing the head across his face. Paul desperately tried to get the dick back into his mouth. He wanted more. "Beg for it cocksucker." said James. "Please!" replied Paul "Please let me suck it some more. I want you to shoot your cum down my throat.".

As Bryan walked into the office, he stopped dead in his tracks. He was momentarily unable to comprehend the scene before him. There was his workmate James with his sizeable cock shoved down Paul's throat. It was obvious that they were both enjoying it immensely. Bryan felt his own dick pulse into life. Absentmindedly he started to grope himself and his cock became fully erect in his shorts. He was confused, he had never felt remotely interested in the idea of sex with men, but there was no doubt that the scene before him was turning him on. James turned his head around and spotted Bryan. Paul was so engrossed in what he was doing he had not, as yet, noticed the new arrival. "This guy is a fantastic cocksucker, Bryan." said James. Paul looked up long enough to register Bryan's obvious interest before returning to work on Paul. Bryan walked across the room pulling his dick out from his shorts and wanking it slowly. He stood right next to James and started batting his hard on againt Paul's face.

Paul took the hint and broke off from James' dick in order to pay some attention to Bryan's. As he felt Paul take the whole of his dick into his mouth, Bryan gasped out loud and he felt his knees go weak. This was an incredible sensation, not like any of the half hearted blow jobs he'd received from various girlfriends. Paul started to alternate attention on each dick in front of him. Whilst sucking on one he would stroke the dick and play with the balls of the other. He could feel that the two guys were getting close as their balls started to contract up against their bodies. As he was sucking on James' dick he let his finger run back along the crack of his arse until he found his hole. Then without warning he shoved his finger up into James' arse. James cried out aloud and started shooting his cum down Paul's throat. Paul pulled off the dick slightly so that he could taste the cum properly. Then he removed it completely from his mouth and let the last two bursts of cum splatter across his face. James pulled away quickly and disappeared into the toilet.

Paul watched him leave and then turned his attention to Bryan. "Let me rim you." he begged. Bryan looked confused. Paul started licking at his balls and then let his tongue run back between Bryan's arsecheeks. His tongue flicked against Bryan's hole. "What are you doing?!" cried Bryan, pulling away. "Please let me rim you. It'll feel good, I promise" said Paul. Bryan looked disgusted at the idea, but did not resist as Paul turned him around and pushed against his shoulders bending him over the desk. Pauls grabbed hold of the cheeks of Bryan's arse and spread them apart. He inhaled the smell of the sweat before diving in and thrusting his tongue deep into Bryan's hole. Bryan started to writhe about on the desk and moaned aloud. He was experiencing intense sensations of pleasure radiating out from his arse throughout his body. Paul reached between Bryan's legs and took hold of his cock. He started wanking the dick as he continued pushing his tongue into the hole. Bryan reachd round to pull his arsecheeks further apart. "Deeper," he said "Get that tongue deeper." Paul did his best to oblige and suddenly Bryan stood up and turned around. "I'm coming!" he cried and the cum exploded from the end of his cock. Paul stuck out his tongue and caught some of the load on it. He swallowed it noisily as he felt his own cum spurting from his cock. He'd not even needed to touch himself the session had been so horny.

Bryan and James did not speak to Paul about what had happened, but the next morning first Bryan and then James wandered into the office for a repeat performance. The following week, however, Paul's colleague was back at work and Paul was not able to get any further chances to suck those wonderful cocks.

A Warm Holiday

I had been working during the Christmas holidays and decided to leave for home early. The day was nice for late December--typical for the Austin, Texas area. As I drove through the UT campus I noticed a very handsome young man in the car next to me while we were stopped at the traffic signal. I drive a Jeep Wrangler which sits high enough off of the road to allow me to sneak peeks into the cars next to me ... a real treat in the summertime. I saw that the the young guy was either scratching or rearranging his crotch. "Probably doesn't realize that I can see into his car," I thought. As my good luck would have it, though, we stopped alongside each other at the next light a block away, and he was still moving around down there.

This time, the fellow looked over at me. I was immediately embarrassed, thinking that I'd been caught seeing something I shouldn't have. But he kept right on with his hand moving through his jeans. As we continued on down the road I made my turn. I noticed that he was glanced back over his shoulder as I turned. When I finally made it to the next light I saw that my new friend was already there, waiting for me. I followed him as he drove into campus. He parked. I parked. My vinyl window was down, and I tried to pretend I was reading the local music magazine. Each time I looked up, however, I could see that he was looking at me from inside of his car, parked only a few yards away. He had one of those looks that made me think he was about to ask me a question.

So there we were, in a UT dorm parking lot, in broad daylight, trying to get the nerve up to do something. I began to pull out of the lot from pure frustation of not knowing what to do. I figured that he was interested enough to follow me back to my apartment. I live alone, and that would be a convenient solution. I was afraid, though, that I would lose him on the highway drive to my place. I got my nerve up and drove down farther into campus to a building I had once taken a class in. I knew the layout of the place, and, since there were no classes being held, I felt confident that the place would be deserted.

My friend drove behind me and watched me as I got out of my Jeep and entered the dark hallway of the building. Behind me I could hear the outside door open, followed by the sound of his footsteps. I walked into the old, marble restroom and stood nervously at the center urinal (strategic placement, I reasoned). Sure enough, the young lad walked in and took his place at the far end. As I glanced over I noticed that he was sporting a beautiful woodie. Again, he gave me that look of question.

Without so much as a word I walked over to the guy and took his penis into my hand, then I knelt down and pulled it into my mouth. It was long and wide and smelled like he had just showered.

A noise startled us. "My luck," I thought to myself. But no, noone appeared. So the boy took a couple of steps backward to a spot just past the last stone stall. These old university bathrooms had large, frosted windows, and there was an empty place which was used to store mop buckets and cleaning supplies in years past between the last stall and the wall of white glass.

I looked over at the young man as he pulled his jeans down. He was without underwear and shod in classic college Birkenstocks. His chest was covered by a loose-fitting cable knit sweater. He looked like a child, his streaked brown hair in full waves and curls surrounding his face.

I resumed my position in front of him and reached my left hand around his balls so I could guide into my throat. The smell of his dick was overwhelming. There was nothing else I could smell, nothing else I could taste. I felt like the vampire Lestat, feeding on this young man's body and its fluids.

His wide dick began to grow harder in my mouth. As much as I wanted to continue sucking on the flesh, I also wanted to taste the fruit of my victory. He crashed his young hips into my face, spilling every drop of his semen onto my tongue. It tasted so good I didn't want to swallow it. But swallow it I did.

He was still shuddering as I stood up and turned to the mirror to straighten myself up. I saw his reflection; he still wore his jeans around his ankles where I'd left them.

I winked at the stranger and walked out down the dark and quiet hall. I climbed up into my Jeep, not fully believing that this had just happened.

About the time that I started my Jeep and began to put it into gear my fellow crossed in front of me and sat down inside his car. He smiled and waved at me as we drove off in opposite directions.

I never spoke to him, never learned his name. That might have ruined it.

Tom The Cab Driver

I meant to write last night or call but I was so tired that I went to bed at six p.m. and slept until this morning. I went to New York on Wednesday for a meeting and after that was over went up town to a party a friend of mine was having. It was a dinner thing with ten people. At the dinner I met Carl, a Cuban American, who works for the UN. His parents live on the Cape. We got talking and, this being a gay crowd, it was plan what we both liked sexually. About ten p.m. Carl asked if I would like to go to his place for a night cap??? I kinda knew were this was heading so I grabbed my coat and off we went.

Carl is about 5'6", has a thin waist. 30" and a nice, uncut 6" cock. He was wearing a tight pair of black Bike pants under his Dockers. When he took off the slacks the bike pants showed his ass, which was just right, and his hairy legs. He has a lot of chest hair and two nice large nipples.

His place was about a mile from Jeff's place so we took a cab as it was very cold and windy. In the cab Carl put his left hand on my cock. He squeezed hard and smiled. I reached down to his thigh and when I felt the lycra compression pants under his slacks I got real hard, real fast. He loved that. I just kept sliding my hand along his inner leg. His cock was down his left side so I got a good feel of it. It was thick.

The cabby he was a cute kid of about twenty, and was watching us in the mirror. So, having a few drinks in me, I decided to give him a show. I leaned over and ran my tongue along the inside seam of Carl's pants and, with that, Carl raised his hips. He let out a moan when I took a good bite of the tip of his cock. I felt the cab swerve so I sat up and the kid was staring at me. Shit! Only one night and I had committed myself to Carl. But the cabby was a doll; a nice toothy smile and sooo young...

When we stopped at the brownstone, Carl paid the driver as I looked at the guy's tight light-blue jeans. The kid had a very nice bulge showing. I leaned over and whispered " Nice cock" and the kid smiled. I almost got back into the cab, right then and there.

Carl knew I was horny, I still showed a hardon that I was not even trying to hide. I wanted the kid to see all he could. He might even have a JO session over me when he went home or even sooner. I looked at Carl and just blurted out. "I want to blow both you and HIM!" pointing to the kid. The cab's engine stopped. Carl said, "He's cute." I looked at the kid and asked if he wanted to fuck and suck.. He grinned wide and said he'd park the cab. Carl was rubbing his cock and smiling broadly.

The drivers name was Tom and he came upstairs where Carl got us some beers and seated everyone on the couch. I reached over to unzip Tom's jeans. A nice, worn pair of BVDs covered his hard cock. Carl knelt down between my legs and undid my slacks. He was sucking my cock while I was chewing the kid's briefs. I told Carl to stand up so I could undo his pants and pull them down. When I saw the black compression pants I just wrapped my mouth around his hard dick and sucked him off. It didn't take long, Carl was horny and had been ready to shoot in the cab. He soaked the lycra and my mouth. By this time Tom had his jeans off and was down on me. I grabbed his head and shoved his mouth hard onto my cock. He tongued my dick head like a pro.

I pushed down hard when I shot off and Tom started gagging. He pulled off and laid back on the couch. Then Carl got between his legs and pulled out a nice thin 5" cock and sucked it down into his mouth. I leaned over and pulled the kid's shirt off his hairless chest and started chewing on his left nipple. Tom reached for my head and pulled me to him mouth and we kissed until he shot his load into Carl's mouth. He nearly bit my tongue off.

Tom had blond hair and brown eyes, which gave him a real sexy look. His skin was white but had an olive tone to it. Very nice body with very little hair around his sex.

As we were kissing Toms had reached down between my ass cheeks and was trying to finger me. After the sex we removed the rest of our clothes and went into the bedroom to finish our beers on Carl's bed and talk. Tom was in the middle and Carl and me were on each side rubbing him all over. I had the feeling Carl liked to fuck so when I saw him getting very friendly with Tom's ass I sighed. I put my attention on Tom's nipples and mouth, which was met with a good reception. Carl went down on Tom the minute he started to show the slightest erection response to my kissing. The kid's cock was nice and I was playing with the balls and Carl's chin as he sucked.

I reached around to Tom's ass and pulled him off the bed, and Carl dove right for the guy's ass lickin' like mad. I slid down and licked the nipples and then the belly button. I wanted that cock badly so I opened with just the crown in my mouth, lightly biting the underside. Then slowly and sucking very hard, I let it slide into my mouth all the way. His sex smell was driving me wild. I had my nose buried in his pubes and started to rotate my face as I sucked harder so my nose brushed the fine soft pubic hairs.

I slid off the cock and lowered my mouth down to Tom's balls, which were hairless, and, as I licked I felt his right leg lift up and that was where my chin met Carl's chin. We licked the space between Tom's balls and his hole together and tonguing each others lips at the same time. I then pulled back as Carl got off the bed and went to get a condom and jell. I went back down on Tom's cock as Carl put on the condom and greased up Tom's hole and his hard dick. Tom grabbed my head and started face fucking me as Carl slid his cock up his ass. The whole bed started moving and the smell of the lube and my own pre-cum plus the saliva and pre-cum on Tom's cock was driving me wild. I drove harder as Tom's hands grabbed my head tightly. Carl had picked up his pace and was shoving mightily and deep as I felt my cum load start spraying Tom's legs and the bed. Carl shoved hard and stopped deep inside as he shot off and when Tom felt that he pulled me all the way down onto his cumming cock. I was in heaven, his cum tasted salty and sweaty all at the same time and I could feel the sweat soaked pubics burning my eyes.

He let go fast and collapsed on his side letting his cock pop out of my mouth. I was covered with sweat and the cum that came out the side of my mouth. I noticed Carl was sucking on the condom, that sight gave me another hardon. But it was getting late. I just slid up to Tom and kissed him. He was so cute with his hair so wet from the fucking he had just enjoyed so much. "I have to get back to my hotel" I said to Tom. He smiled.

We all showered at Carl's suggestion and I asked Tom to drive me over to the hotel, which he agreed to do. We thanked Carl and went down to the cab. On the short ride Tom and I held hands and exchanged phone numbers. New York may not be great but at least I made a new friend. . . well, really two.

Train to Barcelona

I've always been fascinated with trains. There's something thrilling and romantic about them -- a trace of nostalgia, white tablecloths and freshly cut flowers, pastoral beauty. Even when I was a child, I awaited the passing of a train with eagerness. I watched the seemingly tiny people in the passenger cars and dreamed about the exciting places they were traveling to. I had taken several train trips as I had grown up, but I never fully understood my fascination until I recently vacationed in Europe. While in Europe I took trains whenever possible -- across the emerald green Irish countryside, past noble German castles and through rugged mountains in Italy. The trains were filled with natives and tourists from all corners of the world. I chatted with many intriguing travelers, but my most memorable experience occurred on a night train to Barcelona for the Olympics. Four of us occupied a charming little compartment -- two Turkish students, an Argentinean gentleman, and me. I boarded in the late afternoon and passed several pleasant hours gazing at the lush scenery.

When night fell and the train grew dark, I began to focus on my fellow passengers. The students tried their frail English on me, but they quickly tired of the experience. The Argentinean, whose English was much better, politely introduced himself to me as Javier. I almost sensed a sexual spark between us but casually shrugged it off as a passing fancy. As Javier talked, I was reminded of the elegance and sophistication of Latin men. He was darkly handsome and had a sensual mouth and finely tailored clothes. He genially explained that he bought art for several galleries in Buenos Aires, then asked about my American background. Javier invited me to join him in the dining car and I accepted.

We laughed and talked over a good bottle of wine, and I found myself wishing I had met him in a more convenient place. The students were asleep in the darkened compartment when we returned. Javier and I sat silently side by side, staring out at the blackness that rolled by. Lulled by the wine and the monotonous churning of the wheels, it seemed perfectly natural for me to lean my head on his shoulder. Soon I felt his hand slowly sliding between my thighs, starting a fire I longed to quench. Our lips met hungrily with a taste of wine, his tongue gently touched mine. I felt his hot breath in my ear as he nibbled the sensitive lobe, then Javier moved his hand down to the warm flesh of my chest. My nipples hardened as he squeezed them through the thin cloth of my shirt.

The movement of the train rocked us closer together, and our passion rose. But then I felt the train slowing down for a stop. We pulled apart just as the students awoke and, by some miracle, they began gathering up their luggage. They left the compartment with what seemed to be agonizing slowness. The 15-minute stop seemed like hours as we impatiently waited. listening to the movements outside and desperately hoping no newcomers would join us in our compartment. Finally the train began to move slowly into the night. As it picked up speed, Javier rose, drew the shades and locked the door to the compartment. Then he pulled me to him for a long, sensuous kiss. Opening my shirt, he stroked my chest, rolling the attentive nipples between his fingers. I reached for him and hurriedly unfastened his shirt, running my hands and mouth across his chest. Pushing me back on the seat, Javier slid my pants down around my shins and placed his warm mouth on my shorts-enclosed bulge. While dripping pre-cum through the material, his fingers teased my dampening crotch.

I quickly helped him remove the offending clothing, spread my legs and reveled in his experienced lips. I raised my hips to meet his tongue as it slipped up and down my cock and moaned aloud as he sucked on my balls, but the sound was lost in the clattering of the wheels. Holding my bare bottom steady on the cool leather seat, Javier licked me until I gasped in climax. Smiling, he stood just long enough to throw off his shirt and drop his trousers to reveal a tantalizing, thoroughly masculine sight. I eagerly welcomed his body as he lowered himself on top of me. My nipples were teased by the hair on his chest. I lifted and opened my legs gladly as Javier pushed his thick penis between them. Our lips met as he slowly inserted the head of his cock. I held my breath until he plunged his full length into me. The engine tore along the tracks as our bodies rocked together.

He moved deeper and deeper inside me. Soon our motions synchronized with the rhythm of the churning wheels. Our moans were covered by the clattering noise. Javier thrust on and on, bringing my body to such a pitch of sensitivity that I screamed. My primordial sound died with the whistle of the train. As I regained my senses, Javier filled me with his warm semen. We somehow pulled ourselves and our clothing back together in short order. As I pulled on my coat, I wondered whether I had been carried away by the speed and roar of the train or by the erotic gentleman beside me. One thing is certain: my blood has never pumped so fast before -- or since -- that memorable occasion. I expect sex will rarely be as good as it was then, cradled inside a noisy, black train hurtling through the Spanish night.

Prison Sex

Some people have these wild fantasies that you read about, that involve being locked up in a jail or prison. But, I can tell you that the prospects for sexual activity was the last thing on my mind when the Judge sentenced me to serve thirty days for violating a state tax laws. My attorney was busily trying to tell me that I had gotten a good deal in only having to serve thirty days. I thought, at the moment, that he was crazy. Thirty days! How was I going to hold my company together from a jail cell? Well, I had three weeks to figure it out before I had to turn myself in and begin serving my time. Those three weeks went by quite rapidly, and suddenly I was living my final hours of freedom. I was told that it would not be too bad because I was not actually going to be serving my sentence in the regular jail. Instead, I had been classified to serve it in a work release facility.

Most of the people in this program left each day to go to their jobs, returning at night to dine on such culinary delights as Friskies Inmate Blend catfood and catch a few winks before their next venture back into the real world. But, my self-employment status meant that I was going to remain a full-time resident at the county hotel! If there was any consolation in my mind, prior to actually turning myself in, it was that I was being allowed to bring in my own clothing and work materials provided they would fit in the locker in the room assigned to me. The magic hour arrived. Time to turn myself in. My heart was in my throat... my nerves were working in overdrive. An officer asked me to empty all of my belongings onto a table for inspection and following that, I was escorted into an unoccupied cell area to be strip searched. There is no thrill in taking off your clothes for a tired old troll wearing a badge and following his instructions as he tells you to open your mouth and lift your tongue, raise both arms above your head, turn around and show the bottom of your feet, bend over and spread your ass cheeks, turn around and lift your cock and nuts... Fortunately, I did not have the foresight to try and attach any contraband to the underside of my balls, or any other part of my body for that matter.

I was told to re-dress and was assigned to a living unit. I had seen a few of the guys when I first walked into the building. They looked like gutter trash, kind of like the stereotype of people who might be in jail. All I could think is, "Just be cool about this. Don't panic." A few minutes later, a Dorm Rep (an inmate who is the liaison to staff for a living unit) escorted me to my new home for the next month. We walked up the ramp and into the dormitory. It was quite impressionable. Although we were never locked into our rooms or living units, there were plenty of bars around. They were leftover's from a time years ago when this had once been the county jail, before their new modern jail had opened. I was taken around the unit and showed the television room, recreation room, laundry facilities, and finally the cell that I would share with another person. It seemed very informal and other than the bars, unimposing. I was also very pleasantly surprised to see some very, very hot young men in this unit. And, in particular, one who I recognized, and from the look on his face I knew he recognized me, from a popular gay disco.

After getting my belongings put away and making my bed, I sat down and talked with my roommate, Merle. He was a really good looking guy in his late 20's, serving about another week for having a dirty urinalysis test while on probation. He kinda told me how everything in the place worked, what to do, what not to do, and who to watch out for. I started to do some exploring on my own and struck up a conversation with two really hot 21-year-old guys. Both of them lived in my unit (there were 8 separate units) and both of them had very defined bodies. Patrick and Eric were very pleasing to the eye and definitely had an affect on my groin. My cock was stirring in my shorts. That night, after lights went out at eleven and the guards made their only head-count for the night to ensure that everyone was in their bed, there was some ruffling around down below me. Merle, who had the lower bunk was making some kind of noise in the sheets. I got the impression really quick that he was jacking his meat because of the increased breathing I heard. Well, not one to be shy (I guess I figured that if he was gonna be so forward so quick, I may as well be, also), I threw my head over the side of the bunk. Merle wasted no time pulling the sheet down and exposing his thick eight inch tool which was rock hard and his fist was flying up and down the length of it. His eyes told me that he was hoping I would come on down and give him a helping hand... or perhaps.. a helping something else... Who was I to deny a hot man in need.

I hopped outta the sack and got involved by tugging on his balls at first while he was still jacking his cock. Then, he instinctively grabbed my head, gently, and encouraged me to bring my mouth to rest on his hot tool. It was absolutely mouth-watering and mesmerizing. I took that cock in my mouth and worked my tongue around the head and then down the shaft until I had it completely buried in my throat and he was going nuts from the feel of my chin stubble as it rubbed against his balls. After about twenty seconds of having my throat completely plugged, I had to come up for air. When I did this, Merle just started pumping my mouth like it was an asshole screaming to be fucked. It was hot. I rode that dick with my mouth for about ten minutes. When he said he was about to cum, I took my mouth off that dick and sucked on his balls while he gave it a couple of final tugs and sent his load spraying against the bottom of my bunk above our heads and leaving some of that gooey spunk on his chest and abdomen. I looked up at him and his eyes were still closed as I let his nuts slide out of my mouth. But, suddenly I got a real surprise. While Merle continued to lay there in bliss, I looked to my left and noticed Eric, the kid I had talked with a few hours earlier, who lived in the cell next to Merle and I, standing there at the door of our room with his cock in his hand. Eric was a spectacular man to look at. He not only had the boyish looks typical of most 21 year old guys, but he had a short, muscular body.

He was around 5'8" and maybe 150 pounds of solid muscle. His short stature was really offset now... now that he had a magnificent cock standing out at attention. It was longer than Merle's and just about as thick. I would say it had to be at least 9". I was really burning up, myself, having just helped Merle take care of his needs, but not having even touched myself yet. Merle rolled over and went to sleep. I motioned Eric to come into the room and while I sat back on the commode and dropped my drawers, exposing my steel-hard cock, Eric came over and got down on the floor on his knees and began sucking my cock. I wanted to taste his meat so bad, but he had other plans. He told me to get up and lay across the desk in our cell. He then crouched down behind me and began licking from my balls up to my asshole and he spent a lot of time licking my ass. I mean, he must have been down there for about fifteen or twenty minutes driving me out of my mind. Finally, Eric spit on his hand and slicked up that major hunk of meat he had and I felt it push against my asshole. It felt wonderful as it slid in there.

He knew what he was doing and it did not take long before all of that cock was up inside me. He rode my ass, desperately trying to keep from moaning so as not to let on what was going on down the cellblock, and after about five minutes, he pulled out and shot his cum all over the underside of my balls and cock. I then turned over and leaned back against the wall and used his cum as lube to finish jacking my cock to climax. Eric was pinching and biting my tits while I whacked my dick. Finally, I was there and I shot a huge load all over his stomach. Eric kissed me and returned to his cell, which he had to himself. I just wished that I could have been assigned to THAT room. But, in about five days, Merle was to move out and I would find out just what kind of pleasure a guy who had his own room could have. There was plenty more to cum!

The Shower

His name was Chip. Short for Charles. Charles Goddard. It was a good name. The same name as his fathers. He was a chip off the old block. He stood 6'1" and weighed around 175 pounds. Long dark hair, cut like some of the rock stars he loved to listen to. His smile was something else. He would flash that smile and it would melt the heart of any girl he happened to meet. He liked girls. He liked them very much. He would dream about girls. Many mornings he would get up from his bed and find definite evidence the he had been dreaming about girls.

He go up this morning and, as usual, it was evident that he had, again, been in never-never land with a girl. He stood up from the bed and headed for the community shower that the hotel provided. He threw a towel around his slender hips and opened the door to his room. It was a bit cold this morning and the hallway had a slight breeze. He shivered and started down the hallway. Entering the community shower, he found it empty. So much the better. He removed the towel and hung it on one of the hooks by the shower stalls. His thumbs snagged the sides of his underwear and he slipped them down over his hips and let the fall from his long legs to the floor. When they hit the floor, he hitched a toe under the elastic and kicked his leg up, sending his briefs into the air, only to reach out and catch them with his hand as they came down. He hung them up next to his towel and stepped into the stall.

He looked around again, to make sure he was alone and then let his hand slip down to grasp his flaccid cock. He grasped his cock and balls in one hand and squeezed. It felt so good that he let out a soft low moan. He then reached to turn the water on. Adjusting the flow to needle-sharp and warm, he stepped under the spray. Running his hands over his chest, he thought to himself, "how smooth my body is and any girl would go for it." His hand slipped down and around to his smooth and let out another low moan. Remembering the girl in his dream, his cock began to grow. It lifted out from his large ball-sac and hung suspended about three inches from his balls.

He again rubbed his hands over his chest, marveling at the softness of his smooth skin. The only body hair he had were a few inch-long hairs that surrounded his nipples. His fingers found their way to his nipples and he caressed them softly until they also stood out, forming almost perfect mounds, that looked like the erasers on new pencils. He bent his head down as far as he could, then stuck his tongue out to lick the top of his left nipple. When his tongue touched the tip of his nipple, a tingle shot through his body and his cock stood up and out to its full eight inch length. His body was twitching and his heart was racing. Blood was starting to pound in his ears.

Chip was so turned on to himself, that he did not notice the door to the community shower open and admit the young man. Chip had moved his hand down to his groin and was slowly stroking his rigid erection. His hips were slowly bucking back and forth. Slowly, Chip moved his free hand around to his clenching buttocks and ran his fingers down and then up the crack. His index finger probing deeper and deeper into the cleft of his ass.

The boy who had entered the shower room just stood there and studied Chip making love to himself. The boys heart began to beat faster as he watched Chip push his finger deeper into his crack. The boy reached down and slipped his hand under his towel and grabbed hold of his own expanding cock and squeezed, when he saw Chip lower his body to give his finger better access to his pink and pulsating asshole. Chip had began to finger-fuck himself as his body lowered. The boy was now fully erect and the towel had slid to the floor. He stood in the middle of the shower room, watching Chip. The boys free hand was was squeezing the nipples, first one, then the other, on his hairless chest and he was slowly jacking himself off.

Chip was bringing himself closer to orgasm. He had recently discovered that he could increase his pleasure by sticking his finger in his asshole while jacking off. He increased the speed of his hand over his cock and with his eyes tightly closed, he thrust his hips forward, just as he erupted, spilling his hot cum all over the floor of the shower stall. As he started to relax, Chip heard something that startled him. The moan of ecstasy, coming from the middle of the room. He jerked his eyes open and saw the young man standing in the middle of the room erupt in spasms, shooting ropes of cum high into the air. It seemed that the boy would never stop cumming.

Chip quickly turned so that the boy would not see his still rock-hard cock. He turned quite red at realizing that he had been observed by the boy in the room. He was also curious. He glanced over his shoulder at the boy, quickly, and discovered that the boy had fallen to his knees in the middle of the room, with his head hung back with his eyes closed. He was just kneeling there, with his chest rising and falling to his rapid breathing.

Chip looked more closely at the boy and realized that he was the same young man who occupied the room across the hall from his own. Chip felt somewhat intrigued about the feeling that was racing through his body. Chip KNEW that he was straight. He had never even given thought to having sex with another man. He was strictly for girls. But still, his cock was rock-hard while he was staring at the boy on the floor. He sensed a strange feeling stirring in his balls. He turned away from the boy and started to soap himself. Shortly, he heard the water start to run in the stall next to his. He continued to wash himself. For some reason, he could not get the thought of the boy out of his mind. Maybe it was because the boy had some feminine characteristics about him. Slender, like himself, smooth hairless body.

Chip was about to push the boy out of his mind when he heard the water stop in the boys stall. The boy had left the stall and had stepped to the center of the room and had bent over to pick up the towel that he had forgotten. His backside was toward Chip. Chip watched the boy towel himself off. The boy bent to dry his legs and chip saw the hairless ass-crack, and suddenly found himself with a stiffening prick. What is happening to me," was the thought going through Chips mind, when the boy turned and looked right a him. The boys gaze dropped to Chips hard cock and his tongue slid around his lips, moistening them.

Chip stepped back towards the rear of the stall, when the boy suddenly started towards him. Without realizing what he was doing, Chip reached out his hand and encircled the boys just rising cock. The boy stepped into the stall with Chip. He was a full head shorter than Chip and he pushed his now hard cock between Chips legs. Chip automatically closed his legs on the boys erection. A low moan came from the boys throat and his hands slipped around Chips body, grabbing his asscheeks and pulling them apart and also pulling Chip tighter to him. The air reaching Chips now exposed asshole, caused Chip to gasp for breath. Then Chip almost died when the boy quickly dropped to his knees in front of him jamming his mouth down over Chips raging hard-on, all the way to his dark bushy patch of pubic hair. He could feel the boys tongue licking at his balls. Chip started to tremble and had to grasp for the rod that ran around three sides of the stall, just to hold himself up. He had had blow-jobs before, from women, but this was a totally different feeling. The boy slowly moved his mouth up and down the entire length of Chips cock. Then, just as quickly, the boy sat down on the stall floor, gaining better access to Chips churning testicles. His tongue licking first one ball, then the other. The boys fingers probing the crack of Chips ass. Chips cock was now standing so stiff that it actually ached. Chip looked down at the boy in wide-eyed wonder. His thoughts racing, Chip realized that he was actually enjoying what was happening to him.

The boy slid further under Chip and his tongue started to probe the split of Chips ass. The sensation was so great that Chip started to buckle at the knees. This movement drove the boys still tongue right to the spot it was seeking. Chips rosy asshole. Chip let out a loud groan and let his body sink deeper onto the boys tongue. He quickly found himself bending over with the boy on his knees, behind him. The boy wrapped his hands around Chips midsection and pulled him hard. So hard, in fact, that the boys rigid tongue slipped past the muscle that held Chips pucker tightly closed. That was all Chip could take. He bent almost double and grasped the cheeks of his ass and pulled them as hard as he could, and let the boys tongue deeply enter his asshole. Chip was pushing his ass further back and then pulling his ass away from the boys tongue. He was crazy about having his ass tongue-fucked by this boy.

Chips body was all aquiver with emotion. His senses were acute. He could feel the boys tongue going in and out of his asshole. He was LOVING it. Before he realized it, he heard himself cry, "FUCK MY ASS WITH THAT TONGUE!" The boy heard him and probed even deeper with his tongue. Chip started bucking back and forth and grabbed the boys hard cock and started to jack him off. In seconds, the boy was moaning and trembling just as badly as Chip. Chip looked at the boys rigid cock and suddenly wanted that 7 inch piece of meat in his ass. Ship lowered his asshole from the boys mouth and gently eased himself down on the boys cock.

His ass was so well lubricated from the boys spit that soon the head of the boys cock was inside him. Just then, it seemed, the whole world exploded around him. The pain was intense, but also so pleasurable, that Chip jammed his ass down on the boys cock so hard that they both ended up sitting on the floor of the shower. Chip was impaled on the boys cock and both extreme pain and heady pleasure were wracking Chips whole body. Recovering slightly, Chip scrambled to his knees, holding onto the boy and pulling him up with him. Chip started to back into the boy, stuffing the boys cock even deeper into his ass channel. They both soon picked up an easy rhythm and the boy started to plow Chips ass with a vengeance.

Before Chip realized what was happening, his cock shot out a stream of cum so hard that he heard it hit the wall with a SPLAT! He shot wad after wad of hot cum. Chip felt the boy starting to cum also. He felt the boys cock grow to even larger proportions inside of him. The boy started to thrust forward and back and began a low moan that signaled his impending eruption into Chips ass. Suddenly Chip felt the flow of the boys steaming hot semen start to fill up his ass. The boys juice just kept coming and coming. Feeling the boy give one final hard thrust into his ass, both the boy and Chip, exhausted, fell onto the floor of the shower stall.

The boy on top of Chip, his cock still pulsing and buried deeply inside of Chip. The boy soon started to stir and pull out of Chip. Chip automatically clenched his ass muscles in an attempt to keep the boy buried inside of him. The boy, though, was persistent. Soon Chip found himself laying on his back and the boy was down between his legs, with his face buried in Chips crotch. Chip felt his cock starting to grow hard again. This boy was an expert in the art of getting someone up again. As soon as Chip was fully hard again, the boy looked into Chips eyes and then turned around and grabbed his asscheeks and spread them apart for Chip. Chip looked at the boys slender ass and then his eyes saw the tiny puckered hole in its center. The boys asshole was pulsating, in anticipation. Remembering the pleasure that he had just received, Chip got to his knees behind the boy and fingered his asshole. Tentatively, Chip bent his head toward the pulsing hole and gently flicked out his tongue, to touch the lips of that moist and pink orifice. Chip liked the feel of the asshole against the tip of his tongue.

Chip then pushed the tip of his tongue further forward and felt the lips of the boys asshole open up to admit it deeper. The boy emitted a low growling moan and that spurred Chip onward to tongue-fucking the boy, just as he had been tongue-fucked earlier. Chip couldn't help but notice that the boys cock was hard again and he could feel the pressure building within his own balls. His cock was pulsating in an even tempo with the boys pulsing asshole. Chip reached between the boys legs and pulled the throbbing meat towards his mouth. He stuck out his tongue and licked the pre- cum off the tip of the boys cock. In one swift movement, Chip had turned the boy over on his back and had taken the boy cock into his mouth. "Oh MAN," groaned the boy. The first words that Chip had heard him say. Chip then started to deep throat the boy and at the same time, Chip was able to thrust his 8 inch cock between the boys ass cheeks. The boy opened his mouth and pleaded, "Please, please, put that big cock of yours in my ass and fuck me good!" Chip inched himself further forward and found that he could keep sucking on the boys cock and that his pelvis was flat against the boys ass. Chip reared back and took hold of his prick. He placed his hard tube directly on the boys pink target, and pushed.

The boy let out a squeak and grimaced as Chips big cock buried itself in the boys ass. Chips mind was racing. He was thinking that he had never had as much pleasure from a girl as he was getting from the man under him. Suddenly, as if driven by a mind of its own, Chips pelvis started to pick up speed and his cock was plunging into the ass below him with a fury that he had never known with any of the girls he had ever fucked. Chips hungry mouth was simply devouring the boys cock.

Chip heard the boys groans and felt the body twisting beneath him. Suddenly Chip felt his mouth fill up with the boys hot load of cum. It was bittersweet, and for some reason Chip found it not the least repulsive, he let it fill his mouth and just gulped it down as if he had not eaten in a week. At the same moment that he felt the boy start to cum, his own body convulsed and he shot a heavy load of seed into the boys twitching ass. Both the boy and Chip were writhing in ecstasy. Chip kept cumming and the boy kept cumming. Chip felt his own cum start to leak from the boys asshole and slip down the crack of the boys ass. When they were both completely spent, Chip bent forward and sought out the tender lips of the man beneath him. Their lips met and they shared the boys cum in a deep and passionate kiss.

All to soon, the two disengaged and both showered silently. The boy then started for the door and looked over his shoulder at Chip, still standing in the shower stall. He winked at Chip and went through the door. Chip, exhausted, went back to his room and lay down on the bed and was soon fast asleep. Dreams came to Chip. This time though, the dreams weren't about girls.

Body Love

I forget just when it was that the bodies took over. It was so cool when it happened, and I have a hard time thinking about what it was like before. I just remember how sexy it was, and I guess I've been hard ever since. At first it was like being in San Francisco or Fire Island or West Hollywood or somewhere like that. You know. Incredibly good-looking young gay guys everywhere. Shoulders. Torsos. Bubble butts. Sweet hot lips, flawless hair, hot hands, beautiful legs, muscles everywhere, and wonderful flat, rippled stomachs. I could go on.

Thing is, most of these places have guys that you meet, get to know, and maybe something happens, maybe not. The changes came when it started happening all the time. It's been such a dream, and I no longer have the patience or inclination to think back to then. I don't know anyone who remembers well or who cares to. It was like this: you'd see a guy picked up by an incredibly looking guy with an awesome body, and it would be like the first guy just couldnt resist. That's something you do see from time, on a dance floor, in a bar, or even in a grocery store or locker room, but it began happening all over the place. It was like the guy's body couldnt resist the body of the guy picking him up. There was an inability to override it with better judgement, or excuses, or prior commitments.

I remember the first time I saw it happen, and the two guys walked off to the dance floor of the disco. The first guy had his shirt off, and hardly talked to the second guy, if he talked at all. The second guy was dazed, stunned, all over the first guy, licking his chest, worshiping his body, hardly able to dance because he was so turned on.

Later, the guy with the great body kind of hauled his awe-stricken buddy away. The next day I saw the two of them, but the second guy looked awesome himself, his body looked sleek and muscular, and he looked totally cool and turned on. Both were there dancing shirtless, their gorgeous torsos glistening with sweat and exuding male potency.I got hard just watching them, when a friend of mine I was with, obviously hard also, dropped his drink and went over to start dancing with them.

Other guys had the same idea, and soon each of the first two guys had about three or four other guys kind of in a worshipful daze around them, all kind of like groupies around a major star or world figure. It made me so hard to see them all so turned on, and I kind of envied them as they later headed out together, not saying much but looking totally aroused and turned on!

When I noticed them back the next night, it was like they had all been to the gym for about five years and lost about six years -- they just looked great! And they all had that totally cool model's aloofness and confidence to go with their spangled-up, muscled up bodies, which fairly radiated sexuality as they attracted yet other men to them, drawn by their magnificent shirtless bodies. Some were barefoot, too, kind of country-casual barefoot, totally relaxed about it and looking so cool in their handsome bare feet. Was it summer or spring? Probably spring, when the sap rises. Sure as the saplings sprout blossoms and new leaves, the city seemed to blossom with handsome young men, gorgeous gay men of every size and description, men whose bodies possessed a gravitational force, and irresistable sexual attraction, capable of derailing a man's thoughts and rendering him helplessly passionate and aroused.

It became so common to see men arm in arm, relaxed and contemplative of each other, soaking up the sun, playing and running together, sweetly kissing each other, oblivious to time and space, and radiantly healthy and potent. Some forgot to wear clothes, all the better for all to see, as their gracefully powerful bodies seemed to thrive in the fresh air and sunlight, their magnificent muscled hips gently grinding as they walked along arm in arm, their full erections gently bobbing in the warm air. They would run and play even during cloudbursts, laughing as they shook their rain from their clean and natural looking hair, bodies glowing in the brisk summer showers.

The thing I noticed was how they seemed to nourish each other with their love-making. Sex was mealtime, and they fed each other copiously, nursing each other with their massive hardons, or rump-feeding each other; it seemed all they needed. Sometimes you'd see a handsome nude stud calmly sucking himself, his huge penis rhythmically throbbing as it pumped thick hot rivers of come-nutrient into his own hungry lips, and when his buddy happened along, they'd laugh and suck each other and then rump feed each other and perhaps such each other off some more afterwards, then drift off to sleep in each other's arms before waking and feeding each other some more.

Life became like a long summer vacation -- it is amazing when you think of how many millions of beautiful and sexy gay men there seem to be now -- totally living on love, thriving on it. It seems they have overcome the question of replication, and for once the world is a beautiful place populated by millions upon millions of beautiful, gentle gay males of all types and colors, playing together, running, laughing, nourishing each other. It is a type of immortality that the planet was destined for, as men have attained the beauty of angels and have found their love in each other.

The Mechanic by Headman

I was headed for New Mexico after graduation from high school. I was going to attend the university there, like my best friend Mark was doing. Mark was three years older than I, but we had discovered each other during my freshman year. Mark played football, was on student council and had lots of friends. I, on the other hand, was a lowly freshman and never expected to have any upperclassman take notice of my presence. But Mark did. We had gym together, and he definitely noticed me one day when we showered together. I had noticed his nice, fat piece of cock hanging there, but I was so involved in catching a glance of his prick that I didn't notice that he was checking me out at the same time. I knew I was gay, but I didn't notice (or even imagine) that he would be. Well, one thing led to another and we engaged in sex with one another every chance we got. But that's another story.

I had been on the road for 3 days and was tired of it already. I was anxious to get to Mark (we hadn't seen each other in two years), but I was making it a nice, leisurely drive across the country. "Welcome to Blaine, Kansas - Pop. 2900" the sign said. It was 5:00 in the evening and I had been on the road since 7:00 that morning.

"Where am I going to find a nice motel in this burg ?" I thought. The highest building in town was a corn silo located about 5 miles outside of town. Suddenly, my car began making a squealing sound and my windshield was drenched...and not a cloud in the sky!

"Shit !" I said, "Now I'm stuck here for sure !" As I looked up I saw a sign announcing an automobile repair shop, so I headed for it. "At least I can leave my car here so they can start on it first thing in the morning!" I thought. As I pulled onto the driveway, I saw a kid locking the door, apparently for the night. I jumped out of my car and ran over to him. "Look, I know you're closed for the night, but I need to leave my car here and find someplace to stay until you can get it fixed" I said.

"What's wrong with it ?" he asked, turning so that I could see him better in the light. "I think I busted a water hose or something," I explained, "but I'm not real sure. If I could leave it here tonight, and you could tell me where I can find a room for the night, I'd have you fix it tomorrow." "I'll tell you what," he said, "I don't have anything planned for tonight, so if you'd like I could work on it after I get myself some supper."

"That'd be great !" I said, "But I don't want to impose on you". "I don't mind," he replied. "Great! Actually, I could stand some supper myself" I said. "I'll tell you what, since you're willing to fix my car tonight, why don't you let me buy YOUR supper, too ?" I said to him. "Deal !" he replied, "My name is Mark. What's yours ?" "Eric...Eric Smithson," I said as we shook hands. "Now, where can we go for supper ?" I asked. " Marge's is just down the street". "Let's go" I said.

It was a short walk to the restaurant and we engaged in small talk until we got there. The restaurant was actually a truck stop, and since it wasn't too far from the Interstate, it was crowded. We found a booth in the corner and sat down. It wasn't too long before a waitress came over and took our order. "Hi, Mark !" she said, and then looking at me, said "Who's your new friend ?" "Just a customer whose car died on him! How about taking our order now, Rose?" he replied. "Sure, Mark ! What'll it be?" she said, slightly embarrassed by Mark's tone in his voice. We gave her our order, and as she left to turn it in, winked at me and said "You're sure a cutie!"

"Damn !" Mark exclaimed as she walked away. "Look, I gotta go take a piss and I'll be right back. Don't let any of these good ol' boys give you any shit while I'm gone" he said as he got up. I watched him to see where the john was, cause I knew that as soon as he got back, I was gonna need it, too. After a few minutes, he came back to the table and sat down. "The service here isn't the best, but the food's good" he said. "Great !" I replied. "I gotta' take a leak too" I said as I got up. "I'll be right back".

When I got in the john, I walked up to a urinal and started to piss. While I was standing there, I got to thinking about Mark. He was about 6'tall, black wavy hair, ice blue eyes (which I think are unusual in a guy with dark hair), and a good tan. His body was lithe and muscular and was shown off to an advantage by his tight, black jeans and the muscle shirt he was wearing. I finished my piss, shook the last drops off, put my cock back in my shorts and washed my hands. Then I went back to the table and joined Mark.

While I was gone our burgers had arrived and while we ate, we talked back and forth about all kinds of things. Mark learned that I was on my way to New Mexico to go to school, and I learned that he wanted to leave this town, but didn't have the money to move. That's why he was working in the garage, to save up money to move to California, "where all the action is!" as he put it. We finished our supper and the waitress brought us our checks. I grabbed both of them, left enough money on the table to cover them (as well as a generous tip) and we went back to the garage. I pulled the car in while Mark changed into his working clothes. He popped the hood and leaned over and looked to see if he could see what was wrong. While he was bent over, I noticed what a broad muscular back and tight rounded ass he had. "Cool it !" I thought to myself. "This guy ain't the type that's gonna go to bed with you, so forget it!" I thought, but my cock still jumped while I looked at his ass.

"I think I see the problem" he said. "It looks as if you busted both water hoses, but I'll have to slip under the car and see for sure". He laid on a dolly and rolled under the front of the car, leaving only the bottom half of his body sticking out from under it. That was fine with me, because it gave me a chance to check out that part of him too. His coveralls weren't skin tight, but they fit him tightly enough that I could see that he didn't get gypped in the meat department anymore than he got gypped in the looks department.

"Hand me that crescent wrench over there on the workbench, will you?" he asked. I went over and got it and bent over and put it in his outstretched hand. He closed his hand around mine for just a second, but I could swear that I saw his cock (which was just inches from my face !) jump as he touched my hand. "Thanks," he said. "Sorry about grabbing your hand". "No problem", I said, still not able to take my eyes off his crotch. I stood there waiting for his next request, watching his crotch to see if it would jump again. He spread his legs further, and I could see his cock even better, laying there draped over his leg. It must have been about 8" of meat, even though it was still soft. "Damn !" he said, shooting out from under the car, almost catching me licking my lips, imagining what he'd look like hard. "That damn coffee goes right through me!" he exclaimed. I don't know why I drink it".

"I know the feeling. I was just getting ready to ask you where the john was" I replied. "Follow me. It's back here" he said, heading for the back of the garage. He went on in and I stood away from the door so that he could piss in peace. He didn't even bother closing the door and I could hear his stream hitting the toilet. "Yeah ! That's better !" he said, as he walked out, still zipping up his coveralls. I caught a quick glimpse, and I wasn't sure, but I didn't think he had anything on under his coveralls. "It must be your imagination," I thought. "Next" he said. "I'm gonna go work on the car some more. Take your time!"

I went in and closed the door. It didn't shut all the way and it didn't have a lock on it, so it ended up standing open about a quarter of an inch. I whipped out my cock and stood there waiting to take a leak. I looked out the window and noticed it had really gotten dark. I looked at my watch and saw that it was almost 7:30. As I turned and zipped up, I thought I saw some movement by the door, but then I knew it was my imagination again. I washed my hands and went back to where the car was. There he was, bent over the motor with that cute ass sticking up in the air. I was finding it harder and harder to control myself, but I knew I had to.

"Just about done" he said. "Another thirty minutes or so" he said, smiling as he looked at me. When he got down on the dolly again, I noticed that his coveralls were unzipped down to his navel. I could see the start of his pubic hair as he slid under the car. "Damn" I thought, "What a tease!". I stood back and watched as he worked under the car. I could see his cock outlined against his leg again. My mouth went dry on me, imagining myself taking that 8" of meat down my throat. As I dreamed of what I would do to that piece of meat, Mark reached down and adjusted it, and as he did, it seemed to grow a little longer. I stepped closer to the car and looked down between the engine block and the radiator. I could see Mark and I realized that he wasn't working on the car anymore. He must not of realized that I was watching, because he put his finger in his mouth, moistened it, and began to rub his exposed nipple with it. As I stood there and watched, I could look down and see his meat beginning to grow as he played with his nipples. As of now, I realized that this was no accident, and my courage began to grow along with my dick.

I could also see that as his cock grew, the zipper on his coveralls was sliding down because of all the meat trying to get out. The longer he played with his nipples, the harder his cock got and the further down the zipper slid. My previous guess was right! He didn't have anything on under his coveralls! Before long, I could see the thin line of hair that ran from his belly button down into his pubic hair. I leaned back over the engine compartment. "You need anything thing else?" I asked him with a slight smile on my face.

"I'll have to see what kind of tool I need first" he said, sliding out from under the car. By this time the zipper on his coveralls was almost all the way down and it only took a slight tug from me and his hot, hard cock and large balls fell completely out. He got up on his knees and brushed his lips across my shorts, stopping when he felt my hard cock under his lips. He opened his mouth and gently clamped his teeth around my prick, looking up into my eyes as if asking for permission to go ahead. I reached around behind his head, pulling it into my groin and holding it there for a few seconds. As I released it, he ran his hands up the legs of my shorts and gently pulled on my 7nuts. I reached down, put my hands under his arms and pulled him to his feet.

Our lips met and our tongues intertwined, each of us sucking on the other's tongue. I placed my hands under his coveralls and slid them off of his shoulders, running my hands across his chest and back as they fell to his waist. I kissed his neck and began to work my way across his chest, letting my tongue caress each nipple as I came across it. He held my head in place, while I licked and nibbled on each nipple in turn. "Oh-h-h ! Un-h-h ! That feels so good ! Please don't stop !" he begged.

While I was running my tongue over his chest, he was pulling my shirt up and off of me. I had to stop my tongue action while he pulled it over my head. When he had it off, before I could go back to what I was doing, I felt his warm breath on my neck and then it began to travel across my chest--just like I had done to him. He teased and licked each nipple, biting it ever so gently. He would hold it gently between his teeth and then run his tongue back and forth across it, sucking gently as he did so. My dick was straining to be loose from my shorts, and pre-cum was beginning to form on the head. While he was working my chest over, his hand was gently, but firmly, rubbing my cock through my shorts.

Suddenly, he quit working on my chest and planted a deep, hot kiss on my lips. Then he picked me up without any warning (even though I'm almost 6" tall and weigh about 175 pounds), and carried me back to a room in the back of the garage. He laid me on the bed without removing his lips from mine. "I'm gonna go lock up," he said. "I'll be back in a second." He left me lying there on the bed, half-dressed and hotter than hell. I started to slip out of my shorts when his voice stopped me. "Don't, please" he said. "I want to do that!" I took my hands away from my shorts and watched as he slipped out of his coveralls. His body was beautiful in the dim light. Tanned and firm, with magnificent pecs, and a smooth, hard belly with just the slightest trace of hair down to his belly button.

He walked over to the edge of the bed where I was lying. This handsome stud with his 9" of man-meat stood less than an arms' length away from me. His cock swayed slightly with his breathing. It was smooth and shiny, at least 4" around with a smooth head and pre-cum beginning to run out of the slit. Before I could reach for it, he dropped to his knees beside the bed and began kissing my neck and throat. His lips traced a path down the side of my neck and across my chest, caressing my nipples with his tongue. Then he proceeded down my chest and across my stomach. He ran his lips across the top of my shorts and began to nibble on my dick through my shorts. Placing his teeth gently around my cock, he began to nibble on it, moving from the base to the head and back again.

He put his hands under my ass and pushed up with them to force his face closer to my groin. He undid the top clasp on my shorts, but left the zipper up. Then he moved up and ran his tongue under the waistband of my shorts, sliding it back and forth. My meat was ready to burst from the attention it had gotten and the pre-cum was flowing out of its' head. Occasionally his tongue would cross the slit and when he tasted the pre-cum, he would lap it up as if it were nectar. "Oh-h-h ! That feels s-o-o-o good ! Lick it, baby !" I moaned in ecstasy. "If you think that feels good, just wait !" he whispered. He unzipped my zipper, and slid my shorts off, throwing them in the corner to join my shirt.

He moved down and took each of my nuts in his mouth, washing them gently with his tongue. I wasn't sure how long I could hold off with this action, but I wanted this to last as long as possible! He began working his way up the shaft of my cock, tongueing and licking it all the way to the head. His tongue traveled in circles, licking the pre-cum away and then rolling his tongue all over it. Then, when more pre-cum had formed, he'd lick that away and then go about licking some more. Suddenly, without any warning, he opened his mouth and plunged his face as far down on my cock as he could go. The warmth and moistness of his mouth was a shock to my system and I about shot my load then and there. He kept my dick deep in his throat until he ran out of breath, then he released it. "Ah-h-h ! Un-h-h ! Mark, that felt so good," I groaned. He looked up and smiled.

"Now," I said, "lay back and relax, cause it's your turn !" I sat up on the edge of the bed and stood Mark up in front of me, his 8" of hot meat staring me in the face. He was dripping with pre-cum, and I darted out my tongue and ran it across his piss-slit, licking up all that I could. He leaned toward my face, moving his meat even closer. I could smell his maleness exuding from his cock. I reached down and took his left ball and placed it in my mouth, rolling it around with my tongue. Then I took the right one and did the same. I lifted up his cock and balls and ran my tongue up the inside of both of his thighs, and ran it around on the spot where his legs met. While I was doing that, I ran my thumb over the head of his dick and smeared the pre-cum all over it.

"Oh-h-h-h ! Ah-h-h ! E-r-r-i-c ! Do-o-o-n't stop ! Tongue my cock and balls ! Ram your tongue between my thighs ! That's it ! Oh-h-h-h ! Un-h-h-h !" he moaned as I let my tongue run wild between his legs. My cock was bursting with desire to shoot a load of hot cream, but I forced myself to hold back longer. I stood up and turned Mark around so that his back was to me. He reached around, grabbed my hot rod and tried to stick it up his ass. But I wouldn't let him ! I slid it up between the cheeks of his ass, but I wouldn't let him stick it in his asshole. "Oh-h-h-h, Eric, fuck me ! Slip that cock in my asshole and let me feel your balls slapping against my ass! Ple-a-s-e !" he pleaded.

"Not yet, stud !" I replied. Mark didn't realize it, but he was helping me prepare him for the fucking that I was gonna give him. By rubbing my wet cock between his ass cheeks, he was smearing my pre-cum all along the crack in his ass. I gently pushed on his shoulders, which bent him over at the waist. Then I sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled his ass up to my face. I gently nibbled at the cheeks, not hard enough to leave marks, but hard enough to cause him to squeal with delight. Then I spread his cheeks with my thumbs and began to run my tongue up and down his crack. His little brown rosebud was almost pulsing with desire, almost opening and closing on its' own. I combined some of my saliva with some of the pre-cum left there by my cock and began to manipulate my tongue over his hot, pulsating hole.

"Ah-h-h-h ! Oh-h-h-h ! Unh-h-h ! That's it Eric ! Fuck my asshole with your tongue ! Force my asshole open with your hot, wet tongue ! Oh-h-h ! Ah-h-h-h ! Fuck it, stud ! Fuck my ass !" I reached around and grabbed his cock and pulled it to the floor. There was so much pre-cum there that at first I thought he'd shot his load, but then I realized that he hadn't. I took that handful of pre-cum and rubbed it in his asshole, using first one finger, then two fingers, then three. He was moaning and shoving his ass back as hard as he could on my fingers, trying to get as many of them up there as possible. He was pulling on his nipples and his own meat, while I was finger-fucking his ass. Quickly, realizing that my own release wasn't too far away, I stood up, threw him on the bed on his back, and when his legs flew up over him, stepped in between them, and, resting them on my chest, plunged my dick into him to the hilt !

"Agh-h-h-h ! Oh-h-h-h ! Unh-h-h-h !" he screamed at the top of his lungs. "Oh-h-h, baby, fuck that ass ! Yeah ! Slip your hot, hard dick into my hole ! Slam it up my ass ! Let your balls beat against my asscheeks ! Fuck me baby ! F-u-u-u-c-k me-e-e !" I slammed into his ass, pinning him to the bed with my cock, and then I pulled it out until just the head was locked in by his sphincter. Then I slammed into him again, developing an ass- pounding rhythm that pushed him down into the mattress. With every thrust into his ass, his hard cock bounced back and forth, spraying both of us with pre-cum. I could feel my nuts boiling with a load of hot cream. As my cock pounded his ass, his head rolled back and forth in the throes of ecstasy.

"Oh baby, fuck me! Fuck my ass!" he moaned. "Load my gut with your hot cream ! Take me ! Use me ! Make me your whore !" Suddenly, it was no longer pre-cum that was being sprayed on both of us by his cock flopping back and forth. Huge spurts of white, sweet cum were flying through the air, landing on both of us. Spurt after spurt flew out, landing on his face and chest, and some even landed on my chest. Suddenly, by nuts exploded, flooding his ass with my warm, wet cream. Load after load I pumped into him, filling him with the hot juice from my nuts. I gave two more deep thrusts and then pinned his ass to the bed with a third, letting the contractions from my pulsing prick deposit my seed in his ass.

When the pumping stopped, I lay down on him, my cock still up his ass. I licked his cream off of his face and chest, relishing the taste of it as it slid down my throat. He pulled me up to him and kissed me with a long, deep kiss. I stood up, pulled my cock out of him and sat on the bed. He pulled me down beside him and snuggled in my arms. "I've never cum like that before. It's never felt so good to have someone in me like it did with you," he said. We fell asleep in each others arms, and after breakfast the next morning, I resumed my trip. I left him with my address in New Mexico. "If you ever make it to California, look me up," I told him. "Oh, I'll make it to California someday," he said, "and I'll definitely look you up !

The Second Cup of Coffee

An hour after takeoff I began to regret that second cup of coffee I had at the airport restaurant, and the en-route turbulence that was correctly forecast for this segment of our trip made me decidedly uncomfortable. I knew I could not last the three or so hours remaining before we were to land. Although I had the standard small male urinal no charter jock would take off without, circumstances often limited its use except in extreme situations. What made me opt in favor of it use in this situation was the hot young guy in the right seat, to whom I was physically attracted the moment he arrived at the airport an hour earlier. Early 20's, I'd guess, light brown hair, swimmers build, and poured into a pair of 501's so perfectly that his bulge drew my attention as often as the panel instruments.

I looked over and said: "We've got a small problem," and went on to describe my discomfort and consequent need to use the bottle. I explained that the autopilot was down for repairs, and that I would need his help in holding the plane straight and level while I attended to nature. His insecurity and the continuing turbulence, however, quickly demonstrated his inability to do this.

Unable to take my hands off the controls, we flew along in silence for a while. Finally I said that I thought we might have to land to avoid an embarrassing accident. His response to this suggestion was rapid, almost rehearsed.

"Tell you what," he said, "I think I can play a supporting roll." He went on to say that while I handled the airplane, he could facilitate the urination process. "I guess so," was my rather stupid reaction to his offer, whereupon he reached for the bottle and my fly in a pair of deliberate moves that made we wonder how often he practiced them.

He first pulled the seat belt upward a bit to have access to the buttons of my fly, then proceeded to open them all. My thoughts began to run wild as his searching fingers entered my jeans to locate my penis. He was undoubtedly fumbling for the fly in my white Calvins, and finding none said: "I guess you're an 'over-the-top' guy, eh?" Whereupon he moved from cupping my balls to fingering the top of the waist band, pulling it down so that my penis could access the urinal opening. What with the pressure from my bladder and my mind out of control at the thoughts of this hot, young guy doing this to me, my erection was complete and obvious.

"We have a little problem here," he said. "Unless you can get that thing down a notch or two, you'll be peeing uphill into this thing -- and that doesn't bode well for your clothes or the seat of this airplane." I had no intelligent response, and as best I could I tilted forward just enough to achieve a level entry. Success soon followed, and I let go a sigh of relief. But rather than corking the urinal and returning it to the floor behind us, he said: "I think I'm gonna have to use this too, if you don't mind." "No, go ahead," I said, almost forgetting for the moment that my rock hard cock was sticking up out of my fly.

He quickly proceeded to open his fly, and insert his semi-hard uncut penis into the urinal, making the familiar grunts of relief as he did so. Finishing, he pulled out, corked the bottle, and placed in behind us."

Leaving his own penis sticking out, he said: "Here, let me help you get back inside;" and then he proceeded to pull my briefs up over my rigid penis, with regrettable success. His bungled attempts to button my fly brought his fingers into repeated contact with my cock. The jerking of the airplane and the fumbling of his fingers were so stimulating that both my cock and the airplane were having similar difficulties resuming a straight and level attitude. He was persistent, however, and gave me the distinct impression that he did not find the repeated efforts in any way disagreeable; and I was able to communicate the same thought to him.

"Maybe this will take you mind off the turbulence," he said, and he slipped his hand down the front of my briefs and cupped my balls, squeezing his fingers around my scrotum, the heal of his hand rubbing up and down against the underside of my shaft. I groaned in agreement. Then with his other hand, he took his own now erect penis, and began to stroke it deliberately, the glans now a shiny purple dome sitting majestically atop his rigid manpole.

For an impossibly long time, he kept up both his movements and our respective male instruments, during which time the turbulence outside the airplane gave way to the turbulence entirely within it. With the airplane now making fewer demands upon my attentions and my hands, I slipped my right hand over to spell him on his work in the right seat. The change of stroke brought him quickly to orgasm, and his ejaculation spurtted a foot or more over his lap and back on my hand and arm.

After what seemed like only a few seconds of recovery, he said: "Here, let's not have your cum get all over the instruments," and he picked up the pace to the point where I could hold off no longer. He cupped my cock so that I shot my entire wad into his hands rather than in the air and onto my clothes. As my throbbing subsided, he withdrew his hands, now filled with my semen, and said: "Guess there no room left in the bottle for this," and he proceeded to bring his still cupped hands to his mouth to be licked clean. He proceeded to swallow virtually all of my semen that he caught in his hand, leaving his hands completely clean. "Nice," he grinned.

At this, I brought my right hand to my mouth, to lap up his semen that landed on my arm and hand. "Nice," I added.

For some reason, neither of us buttoned our flys till after we landed.

Pittsburgh Encounter

I can't believe that I finally did it! I am fairly new to male-male sex, and I was looking forward to expanding my horizons on a recent business trip. I had posted notices to a few newsgroups, waiting for a reply, but none ever came. I hoped to meet with a willing partner in my hotel and take him down my throat. Well, I guess that doesn't sound all that exciting, except that for a married man like me, it was pretty taboo.

I arrived in Pittsburgh on a Tuesday evening and didn't get to my hotel until fairly late. I settled in, and turned in early so I'd be ready for my business meeting in the morning. Well, everything went alright in my meeting, and by six o'clock I was back in my room.

The message light was blinking on the phone, so I picked it up and called the desk. They gave me a name and a number to call. Well, I didn't know anyone in Pittsburgh, so I thought maybe I was going to get lucky. I called Mark and he told me he'd seen my post in the alt.sex.wanted newsgroup, and he asked if I was interested in meeting him.

I told him to come right over, then hung up and jumped in the shower. I washed myself thoroughly and played with my cock while I was in the shower. I couldn't believe that I was going to get to have sex with a man! After my shower, I got out a tube of K-Y jelly and applied it liberally to my asshole. I wanted to be sure that I was ready for whatever Mark had in mind.

I guess I should describe myself to you. I am 6'5" tall and weigh 185 lbs. I am a runner and cross-country skier, and I stay in pretty good shape. I have short brown hair and hazel eyes, and a fair amount of hair on my chest. I am constantly being told that I look a lot younger than my 44 years, and I've also been told that I'm good-looking. I guess my cock is a little bigger than average at 7".

As I worked a finger into my ass, I imagined what it must feel like to take a cock in there. I moved to the bedroom and laid down on the bed as I slipped another finger in my ass. Before I left home, I'd stopped at an adult bookstore and picked up a black butt plug, and I stopped playing with myself long enough to get it out of my suitcase. As I lay back down on the bed, I put the black plug in my mouth. It didn't all fit inside, but with a little patience, I was able to slide it in until I could close my lips around the base. I felt so wicked thinking that soon I would replace the butt plug with a real cock! I took the rubber cock from my mouth and applied more of the K-Y jelly to it. Then I lowered it between my legs and slowly pushed it into my ass. I have never had anything besides my fingers in my ass, and the plug felt pretty big. It was a medium size, but it seemed big to me! Again with a little determination and patience, I was able to work it in until my anus closed around the base.

I got up and started to get dressed. I didn't know what to wear. I thought that I should probably get all the way dressed, but I wanted to send the right message to Mark. I decided to only put on a pair of light blue jockey shorts and a t-shirt. The t-shirt was pretty long, and it almost covered my shorts. I figured that when Mark saw me in that outfit, he would probably get the hint that I was ready for him.

I didn't have long to wait. There was a knock on my door and I peered through the peephole and was pleasantly surprised. Mark was pretty decent-looking. I didn't want to keep him waiting, so I opened the door and let him in. He did a double take when he saw what I was wearing. I asked him if he'd like me to put some more clothes on, and he said that what I had on was just fine. I told Mark that I was happy that he could make it, and I told him that I was pretty inexperienced and really didn't know what to do. Then I said, "Why don't you tell me what you want me to do."

Well, that got his attention! He told me to take off my clothes, and I pulled the t-shirt over my head, and slid off my shorts. My cock was kind-of limp, because I was pretty nervous, but as he reached for it and began to stroke it, it got hard. When I was hard, Mark stepped back and started to take off his clothes. He had a nice body, and it looked like he might have a nice cock too. At the present time though, it wasn't hard. I asked if I could suck his cock, and Mark told me to go ahead.

He sat down on the edge of the bed, and I crawled forward between his legs. I opened my mouth as I guided his limp cock between my lips. I moved my head back and forth, keeping my lips formed in a loose "O" around his hardening cock. I guess I started moaning as I worked my lips back and forth over his now-rigid dick. I looked up into his eyes as I tried to get all of his big cock into my mouth. "I've always imagined it would be like this," I said. "God, I can't believe how good it feels to suck your cock."

I loved the way it felt as the head of his hard cock hit the back of my throat. I got so excited I knew I wanted to do more. I told Mark about the butt plug in my ass. "Will you fuck my virgin ass, baby," I asked? "I'd love to feel your big cock inside of me" Mark agreed to do me, and I got up and got a condom out of my suitcase. I got back down between his legs and rolled the condom on his cock with my mouth.

Mark really had a nice, big cock! It must have been eight inches long and almost as big around as my wrist! I was really glad that I'd prepared myself with the butt plug, but I knew that he was going to stretch me much wider! I laid down on my back on the bed and moved so that my ass was right at the edge. I gave Mark the tube of K-Y and as he rubbed the slippery stuff all over his huge cock, I fucked myself slowly with the butt plug.

When Mark was ready, I pulled the plug out and lifted my legs in the air. I rested my heels on his shoulders as he moved up between my legs. I could have had him do me doggy style, but I wanted to be able to watch him as he fucked my virgin ass. I felt the head of his cock pressing against my asshole, and I tried to relax. I felt so sexy!! I wanted to give him the best fuck he'd ever had, and I told him to give it to me slowly. "Oh baby!" I exclaimed as he slid the head of his big cock inside me. I coaxed him on as he slowly slid the entire length of his thick, eight-inch cock into my ass.

"Fuck me, baby," I pleaded. "Fuck my ass." Mark started sliding his huge cock in and out of my tight, virgin asshole. It drove me wild!! I couldn't believe how good it felt! I begged him to fuck me, as I watched him slide in and out of me. I wrapped my legs around him and reached down and pulled his ass towards me, as he started to really fuck me hard.

It just felt too good!! Before I knew what was happening, my cock started throbbing and shooting big gobs of cum into the air. I kept cumming as he pushed deep inside of me. Then Mark let out a loud moan and drove in even further as he erupted inside of me. I was a little out of it as he continued to push inside of me as he came. I can honestly say, that I have never felt so satisfied as I did with his hard eight-inch cock buried to the hilt in my ass.

After a couple of minutes, Mark withdrew his now-flaccid dick from my opening. As I laid there on the bed watching, he got up and got dressed. When he was completely dressed I got up and walked him to the door. Then, he turned to me and gave me a deep passionate kiss. I wanted him again, but he said that he had to go. He did tell me that he would return on the following night if I wanted him to. I told him that I'd love to have him again. He opened the door to go, and just as he was leaving he asked, "Maybe I'll bring a friend?" I just smiled and said, "Anything you want, baby."

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.