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Zeb loved this stretch of flat, smooth concrete sidewalk sloping gently downwards near Bodie’s house. He flew down it, his long angular body moving idly back and forth, with only an occasional break to add some speed to his travel. He wore only a pair of black cut-off jeans and ratty, filthy sneakers with no socks. Pads and helmets were for doofuses! His muscles were long ellipses all over his body, his pecs were flat planes with crushed nipples at their bottoms, his entire frame seemed to have been stretched to fit his long skeleton inside. His hair was black as his cut-offs, and long and nearly shoulder-length, kept tamed by a thin head-band of non-descript leather with some faded slashes of design still clinging to it.

He made it to Bodie’s house and stepped on the rear-end of his skateboard to pick it up by its front axle, and walked right on in. Bodie’s mom worked and so did his dad, and so until they came home at six o’clock, the house totally belonged to Bodie and Bodie was his best bud.

He knew Bodie wouldn’t be in the immaculate kitchen or the too-perfect parlor, he went right past these places, stopping only briefly to scarf up a cookie from the cookie jar and jam the chocolate chip-dotted disc into his mouth and munched it. Bodie’s mom made the best cookies.

‘Hey, dude!’ he called out when he got upstairs. Usually music was banging heads through the house, but it was dead silent today. That worried him. ‘Hey, Bodie, dude, where are you, man?’

‘In my room, bud.’ came the reply.

Zeb walked in and found Bodie lying in bed, a sheet tossed over his mid-section. Bodie was shorter and more compact than Zeb, with dirty-blond hair just as straight as Zeb’s, but shorter, it only came down to the top of his neck. Bodie’s body was pale as the sheets, nearly, but his muscles, not stretched out like Zeb’s, were orbs all across. Skateboarding, real skateboarding, puts muscles on your body, and Bodie was a trick-skater and he had really nice mucles, especially on his shoulders, from the way he’d bend down and grab the skateboard and yank his whole body up at the top of a flight, then perch clinging to the top of the ramp, the skateboard held under his feet until he brought it back down and stood on it once more. Zeb had the speed and flat-out obstacles whipped, but Bodie was the one who went into the arenas and dazzled the fans. They made one excellent team. Which made Bodie’s problems Zeb’s problems.

‘Whoa, dude, you sick?’ he asked. ‘We got to practice for the big skateboard tourney this weekend down near the beach, man! Come on, let’s go!’

‘I’m not sick.’ Bodie groaned. ‘I got a big problem!’

‘Bogus.’ Zeb commiserated, sat down. ‘What hangs?’

‘Got a boner.’ Bodie confided.

‘A boner? Hey, righteous! So wank it already and let’s get moving.’

‘That’s the problem, dude. Wanking it doesn’t work any more.’

‘Huh? Oh, bummer! I never heard of wanking not working. Works every time for me.’

‘Yeah, it’s been taking longer and longer each time. Like the old wanger is saying, ‘Hey, enough already with the hand! I’m totally bored with it, dude!”

‘Ma-jor bum-mer!’

‘I don’t know what to do.’ Bodie groaned. ‘I’m lying here flat on my back with this total bone-on and can’t get it to go down. I pumped this monster for a half hour and nothing, just plain nothing.’

‘Bogus!’

‘I got to get it to go down already.’

‘You tried thinking of your grandmother naked?’ Zeb offered.

‘I even tried imagining her kissing me, and slipping me some tongue, even. Nothing.’

‘Bummer.’ Zeb agreed. ‘That always works for me. But wanking it works even better, because sometimes you just can’t keep imagining anything as gross as your grandmother giving you some tongue. Your boner wins out.’

‘My boner has won out completely. I don’t know what else to do, dude. I can’t even get my fly buttoned with this bogus organ hanging out and complaining to the world how I’m mistreating it.’

‘You need a girlfriend.’ Zeb decided.

‘Hey, yeah. You know one that would put out for me, like right away?’

Zeb shook his head. ‘No way. All the primo babes totally belong to the football squad. You’d have to take on some total bow-wow. And act nice to her even, hold her hand in the halls and everything.’ Zeb suddenly grimaced. ‘Whoa, I just imagined you face-sucking Rita Cochinsky! Man, that’s even more of a downer than grandmother’s tongue!’ Zeb blinked and shook his head to rid it of the terrifying image.

‘Then I am stuck here until this thing blows its chunks for me and goes back to sleep.’ Bodie said. ‘What am I going to do?’

Zeb considered it. ‘Well, you might talk a friend into helping you out.’

‘Yeah?’ Bodie asked. ‘Like who?’

‘Well, maybe I would at least, you know, think about it.’ Zeb said.

‘Would you?’ Bodie said. ‘Oh, man, you’re a life-saver!’

‘Now hold on.’ Zeb said. ‘I didn’t say I was going to do it. Just said I’d think about it.’

‘Man, you got to help me.’ Bodie agonized. ‘I mean, look at it!’ He tossed back the covers and his cock, obscured until now by its heavy arc towards his stomach and concealed by the cover, now stood forth in all its glory.

Pale as the rest of him, it shone in nine inches of alabaster glory. Smooth, unveined, it arced upwards to a near-perfect tip, the foreskin covering the base of the glans and blending it all into one homogenous whole.

‘Man, that’s a pretty powerful woody you got there.’ Zeb observed. ‘That is one really pissed-off piss-pipe!’

‘God, man, do something with it! Anything!’

‘Well…’ Zeb said. ‘Seeing as how you’re a buddy and stuff, I could maybe take it in my hand and wank it for you. Just a little.’

‘Do it, man, do it!’

‘But if my wanker ever gets to acting up on me like this, you gotta do the same for me, you understand?’

‘Yeah, anything. Hurry! I’m going to bust!’

‘All right, all right, don’t rush me, dude!’ Zeb gingerly took the heavy pud in his hand, carefully wrapping his fingers around it. ‘Man, this schlong is hot. It’s burning my fingers, dude!’

‘Oh, yank it for me, dude! Please!’

Zeb gave it a few careful pumps and Bodie groaned, writhing like some cheap actress playing a cheap hooker in a cheap movie at a cheap theatre where you had to sort of sneak in. He liked those kind of movies. ‘Whoa, dude, keep moving like that.’ he encouraged. ‘You move like that, and I’ll yank it some more for you.’ Zeb yanked his best dude’s wanker and Bodie groaned and moved under his hand like one of those babes from the movies, throwing his head back and groaning loudly.

Zeb felt it then, his own wanger raising up. Damn, and he’d just pumped it before coming over here! ‘Man, now I’m throwing a woody.’ he complained. ‘Bodie, dude, you promised to help me if I needed it. Either you help me or I gotta stop and take care of my own boner for a while.’

‘Just keep doing that and sling that schlong this-a-way.’ Bodie grunted. Zeb stood up and let go just long enough to yank open his button-fly cut-offs and shuck them down to his ankles. Revealed, his cock was as long and lanky as he was. He sat back down on the bed, to find that Bodie had slid down the bed a ways. This let Bodie’s hand get right in there between his legs and fish his pud up and stroke it but good! Bodie’s fingers snaked around the mid-brown shaft, covered with faded-demin-blue veins, and the near-purple cockhead bulbous and angry at the top. Bodie’s fingers handled his ten inches of wrinkled manhood and precome smeared the tip to make it shine.

‘Whoa, man, you’re totally awesome!’ Zeb panted. ‘Oh, man, we gotta do this from now on, okay, dude?’

‘Man, stroking it isn’t working for me.’ Bodie groaned. ‘Please man, you can get a lip-lock on it, can’t you, just for a little while? I won’t need long, I promise!’

Zeb grimaced, but looked at Bodie’s pud, which he was yanking while his own organ was singing a happy tune under Bodie’s pummeling fist. ‘Well, maybe if you was to do the same for me….’

That was as far as he got before Bodie scooted over rapidly and scarfed him down quicker than he’d scarfed down that cookie in the kitchen. ‘Oh, man!’ Zeb groaned and looked back at Bodie’s pud and his mouth watered. Bodie was slurping a real fast beat on his pud, and it didn’t seem too wrong to lean over and give Bodie a little of what he was giving Zeb. A buddy shares, doesn’t he?

Zeb touched his tongue gingerly to the enraged organ, totally lost in the thrill of Bodie’s lips on his schlong. Man, no wonder the guys put up with those whiny bitches at school, if they got this out of it!

‘Come on, work it for me!’ Bodie panted and went back over Zeb’s cock, shoving the massively long prong down his throat like a real pro. Zeb loved Bodie for that, the way he always got so totally into whatever he was doing. Zeb watched Bodie’s solid, pale face as those lips of his turned inside out as he pulled back and…

Bodie’s hand grabbed his head and pushed and Zeb found himself with a mouthful of Bodie’s pud. Oh, well, payback was only fair, wasn’t it? And this major schlong of his was nearly boiling!

Zeb pumped his lips back and forth on the schlong and then gagged! It was popping, Bodie was popping his cookies right then! A major load of heinously salty jizz sprayed into his mouth and Bodie’s hand had a firm grip on him, as firm as he used to perform the one-hand-stand and Zeb’s mouth was overflowing with Bodie’s load, it was dribbling on his chin. Heinous! Zeb swallowed and that helped a lot, but Bodie promptly filled him again. Bodie was groaning on Zeb’s cock and Zeb felt his cock thrill to that vibration, a tingle ran the full length of his spine in one electric instant and he swallowed now out of sheer gratitude for that majorly wonderful set of lips on his boner!

Bodie finished and let go, to lie back on the bed. Zeb looked at him, grinning, swallowed to get the last of that jizz, and licked his lip where it had dribbled out.

‘Oh, man, you swallowed it!’ Bodie observed.

‘Yeah, man, you didn’t give me no choice!’ Zeb said. ‘It was swallow or spew.’

‘Man, you were great!’ Bodie said. ‘You about ready to go to the park now?’

‘Oh, dude, I gotta finish off this woody.’ Zeb groaned. ‘Give me a minute.’

He reached down for that slimy pud, using the cooling saliva to lube his fingers and he pumped it. Felt the tingle rise up and…and then fade!

‘Oh, man, now I got it!’ he groaned.

‘What, man?’ Bodie asked.

‘The bogus boner, man!’ Zeb complained. ‘You fucking gave it to me. Now I can’t get off!’

‘Whoa, heinous.’ Bodie said, pulling on his own shorts, baggy gray things he tied with a string at the top.

‘Come on, man, you promised to take care of it.’ Zeb urged him.

‘Oh, man, I am out of inspiration.’ Bodie said.

‘No way, dude!’ Zeb said. ‘Man, I took care of you and you promised!’

‘Oh, man!’ Bodie said. ‘You said your hand was still wanking good.’

‘It was.’ Zeb griped. ‘You got rid of your bogus woody by fucking giving it to me! You got to take it back!’

‘Man, if I take it back, I’m going to be stuck again.’ Bodie said.

‘Man, you gotta take it back! Come on, you’re my best bud!’

‘But I got that boner from my cousin, Richie.’ Bodie said. ‘He came by last night and fucking talked me into taking it from him. I been in agony ever since.’

‘Did you have the boner all night long?’

‘No.’ Bodie admitted. ‘You get it off, it goes away for a little while. But I been pounding my pud all day.’

‘Then take it back.’ Zeb offered. ‘And when we get done practicing, I’ll take it back from you and take it home. Then I drop by in the morning and you get it back. We’ll trade it off until your cousin comes to visit, and then we’ll fucking give it back to him, major!’

‘All right!’ Bodie agreed. ‘Major. He’ll fucking go nuts, both of us jumping on him like he did on me.’ And Bodie knelt down at the side of the bed. ‘Dude, roll that boner over here so I can get my lips around it.’

‘Word!’ Zeb agreed and scooted over and sat upright, his legs on either side of Bodie’s body. Bodie took those wonderfully smooth lips of his and they enveloped Zeb’s woody again. Zeb groaned at the sheer electric joy of it, the way those pale lips clung so fucking tightly.

‘Ah, come on, man.’ he encouraged Bodie. ‘We got to get moving if we’re going to get any practice before dark.’

Bodie bobbed and then suddenly he engulfed Zeb’s long prong right to the fucking base! Zeb couldn’t believe it. That fucking pud was all the fucking way down Bodie’s throat. ‘Man!’ he grunted. ‘Oh, man!’ He wanted so much to praise Bodie’s talent, but he couldn’t finish a sentence, his brain was overloading from those warm lips, that warm mouth, his cock was buried in wet warmth and he was, he was, he was… ‘Oh, man!’ he grunted, and pumped his hips up into Bodie’s mouth, fucking Bodie’s throat, and then his orgasm danced along his spine like a ridge-runner scrap ing the axles of the skateboard along the top of the ramp, and it came crashing off the end into his brain, and he was fucking lost!

He burst into Bodie’s mouth, spewing the wad of a lifetime! It was so fucking incredible, so heavy, so major fantastic, that he felt his entire insides were turning to jelly and spraying out his slit into Bodie. Gasping, he tasted again the heavy salt of Bodie’s jizz, and realized that now they were a part of each other. He had some of Bodie in him, and now he was filling Bodie up with himself! God, he was fucking spraying all of himself into Bodie!

Bodie choked, but clung, gulped desperately and kept swallowing until Zeb finally, some unknown time later, released him, to fall back gasping on the bed.

Bodie crept up on top of him and Zeb looked into that gentle face, the face of an artist with a skateboard, and he reached up and kissed Bodie’s salty lips, and Bodie kissed him right back.

‘Man, now I got it again!’ Bodie complained. Zeb looked down at the enraged organ tenting out even those baggies.

‘Oh, man, we are never going to get to practice tonight.’ Zeb said. ‘Give me just a minute more, and then I’ll do you again.’

‘Maybe we’re doing this all wrong.’ Bodie opined.

‘How’s that, dude?’

‘Well, this bogus boner seems to crawl in with the jizz when you spurt it. You swallow it and it goes right into your schlong and pumps it up taut.

‘So what do you want to do?’ Zeb asked. ‘Wanking doesn’t help.’

‘Well, my cousin suggested something else, but I wouldn’t do it.’ Bodie said.

‘What’s that?’ Zeb asked.

‘Maybe if I pronged you up your butt, it wouldn’t get into our puds so quick.’

‘Think that would work?’ Zeb asked.

‘I don’t know.’ Bodie said. ‘You want to try it? I wouldn’t do it with Richie, but I’ll do it with you.’

Zeb was flattered by this. ‘Man, you are one major good bud.’ he said. It wasn’t until Bodie pulled out a jar of lube that Zeb realized just what Bodie intended to do. ‘Man, you going to stick that bogus boner up my ass-tube?’ he asked.

‘Yeah.’ Bodie said. ‘Man, if we don’t take care of this thing for good, we’ll never skateboard again.’

‘Whoa, bummer!’

‘Yeah, bummer.’ Bodie agreed. ‘Tell you what, when I get done, you can do me, too, even if you don’t find yourself with this major boner, okay?’

‘Well…okay.’ Zeb agreed. ‘But if I yell, you got to stop, okay?’

‘Deal, dude!’ Bodie said.

There was pain, but Bodie took his time and Zeb had to admit that that prong wasn’t as bad as he’d thought. Man, it kind of felt nice in there, actually, especially when Bodie shifted around and kind of wiggled it.

Before long, Bodie had that white pud of his totally buried in Zeb’s butt, Zeb on all fours on the bed, and Bodie kneeling behind him, and Bodie began to fuck him, in slow, languid movements. Zeb groaned at the feel of it. ‘This is so non-non-non-heinous.’ he said cautiously.

‘Major excellent ass, dude!’ Bodie agreed. ‘Feels like I’m fucking warm pudding, kind of.’

‘Oh, man, I don’t know what you’re doing, but do it more.’ Zeb groaned. ‘And faster, too!’

Bodie pumped into him faster and Zeb groaned. Man, he’d become Bodie’s bitch! He didn’t ever want Bodie to pull that pud out of him, ever! He didn’t even care if they made it to the skateboard park today or not. Not even the tourney this weekend…well, maybe not that much. But he enjoyed this ride totally.

Oh, man, that boner’s back in me!’ he grunted.

‘Man, it can’t be!’ Bodie groaned. ‘I’m still using it.’

‘I’m telling you, I got it!’ Zeb groaned.

‘Turn over and let me see it. Bodie gasped.

Zeb pivoted on Bodie’s boner until he was face up on the bed, and Bodie regarded with dismay the huge woody. ‘That’s it, all right.’ he agreed.

‘Aw, man, what’re we going to do?’ Zeb groaned. ‘Now we both got stuck with bogus boners. Getting ass-fucked is how they multiply!’

‘Must be! Bummer!’ Bodie gasped out. ‘Uh, uh, uh!’ he was getting close to another total explosion and Zeb quieted until Bodie, humping his ass with fervor, suddenly groaned, his white body turned totally red, and Zeb felt the heavy come-load pouring into his ravaged butt.

Bodie finished up, panting, and fell over onto the bed beside Zeb. He still had that bogus boner, Zeb noted.

‘Now we’re both stuck here.’ Zeb complained.

‘Dude, I’m sorry.’ Bodie said. ‘I didn’t mean to stick you like this.’

‘Nothing we can do about it now.’ Zeb said. ‘Man, we are never going to have time to skateboard again. No tourney, no nothing. We’ll just be in this bed humping each other, all day and night, every night and every day, all the time….’

Bodie looked at Zeb and then grinned. Zeb couldn’t help but grin back. It didn’t sound so bad, when he came to think about it.

‘Actually, that sounds like a pretty rad plan, dude.’ Bodie said.

Zeb kissed him and then said, ‘Totally.’

THE END

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When I left Bangkok, Thailand, the first time, I originally thought I’d be returning to a world that was almost completely straight and that my days of enjoying a rich and active bi lifestyle were over. My work with the government, with its strong homophobic policies, just didn’t seem to leave that avenue safely open to me. And for a couple of years, when I was assigned to Washington, D.C., and was retraining to work on the ground to unravel secrets for the United States as I had recently been doing high overhead as a photoreconnaissance jet driver, my sex life was pretty heterosexual.

But to my surprise, when I was training for intelligence gathering, I discovered that my line of work wasn’t as pristine sexually as I had tried to convince myself it was. I should already have been aware of this, as I had already gotten hints of my spy masters looking the other direction in Bangkok when it pleased them to do so. And in my training, I learned that they could be pleased to do so if the intelligence needed was considered very important and when the options of ‘getting the goods’ were restricted.

I was sent into the Middle East and stationed in Cyprus, which is now considered in relationship to the Middle East somewhat like Switzerland was considered to Europe in World War II a safe haven where spies can meet on neutral ground and where it is considered ungentlemanly (although it does happen on occasion) for ‘wet’ (meaning doing someone to death) operations to be conducted. And it wasn’t long before I learned how far I might be expected to go to ‘get the goods’ in my job. It was also where I quickly found a new answer to one of three questions that had perpetually come up in the world of ‘bottoms’ in my Bangkok days: This question was ‘What was your longest?’ One of the other questions, ‘What was your thickest?,’ would also be answered when I lived on Cyprus, but during a different tour a decade later. The remaining question, ‘What was the most satisfying?,’ had already been answered years earlier in Bangkok in the form of a black Army officer (who, with his 10 by 2 dimensions, almost answered the other two questions as well).

The ‘longest’ question was answered in the form of an Ethiopian cabin boy on the yacht of a Saudi businessman at anchor off the Larnaka waterfront. This promenade, very European in atmosphere, enjoyed a deep, flat beach separated from a long hotel and sidewalk cafe front of gaily decorated umbrellas and tables by a wide boulevard. The boulevard was anchored at one end by a yacht marina and at the other by the medieval harbor castle where Richard the Lionhearted married his shipwrecked Berengaria.

After our encounter, the Ethiopian had me singing a couple of octaves higher than normal and walking around tenderly although the later part might have been caused by the escapades later that night. I can’t attest to how long the Ethiopian’s cock was, but both my eyes and my intestines are quite sure they’ve never seen or felt a longer one.

When he took me, we were in a lower-deck cabin of the yacht, where you couldn’t stand up straight except in the middle of the room. A double bed went in under the bulkhead. The Saudi owner of the yacht and I had just agreed on some successful business of a nefarious government nature, and the Saudi had been very attentive to me and let me know he wanted to fuck me. I had met him at a couple of embassy cocktail parties earlier and apparently had made a very favorable impression on him. I could tell by the way he looked at me that he fancied me, but I didn’t make the connection at the time when I was assigned to contact him. My spy masters wanted the deal to go well, and I had been told to do what it took to conclude the deal and I subsequently came to assume that my masters knew exactly what the Saudi businessman was interested in getting in return for his vital information. So, when he so directly propositioned me and connected it with his willingness to provide what I had come for, I said I would sleep with him that night on the yacht. Clearly delighted, he responded that, in appreciation, he’d send me a gift before dinner.

An Ethiopian cabin boy not a ‘boy,’ of course, but a young man had been gliding around the yacht all day as it wallowed off the colorful Larnaka waterfront, doing this and that. He was incredibly tall and thin, really out of place on a yacht with cramped head room, even if it was large. When I opened the door of my cabin to him, he was carrying a tray with a bottle of champagne and one glass on it, but I knew right away that he was my gift, because he was nude. His pecker hung down almost to his knees, it seemed and this thighs were unusually long in themselves. I had never really thought about whether the unusual height on some African tribesmen had a relationship to dimensions elsewhere, but just then my education in that department lengthened considerably.

There was no thought of me refusing this gift from the Saudi; he hadn’t given me the promised information yet, and this was no time to rock the boat other than the rocking the Ethiopian was about to do with his performance on my body, of course.

I was still in just my Speedo, so there wasn’t much undressing required. The tray also had a bottle of KY on it, and the Ethiopian just slid off my Speedo and knelt there and sucked me hard, while pulling his own meat to erection. I fell back onto the bed, which was low to the floor, while he lathered himself and my hole up. He wishboned my legs up and out and I dug my feet into the low bulkhead that stretched out over the bed. He then knelt between my legs and just fed and fed and fed and fed that long eleven- or twelve-incher up into me.

At first he moved my hand to my ass and had me cup my fingers there so that he was pushing his cock through my cupped fingers, giving him a hand job as well as him giving me an ass fuck, when he entered me. I gasped as he reached a depth inside me I’d rarely felt before even though he had to go three inches through my fingers before entering me. But he laughed hoarsely as I panted and moaned to accommodate him. And then he brushed my hand away and I arched my back and cried out my astonishment and passion as he just dug deeper and deeper inside me. It wasn’t all that painful, because his cock was pretty thin, but he had to have gotten well up into my intestines and stretched them out where they’d never been touched by a foreign object before.

I looked up as he was doing this, and the Saudi was lounging in the doorway watching me get royally fucked. The Ethiopian pumped me that way for a while and then turned me over on my belly and got that cock even farther up into me, taking it all out and then just slamming all the way back in repeatedly until he needed to cum. And he withdrew then and shot off all over the small of my back. I was digging my fists into the bedding as best I could to hold position while he jackhammered into me. I’d already cum twice by then myself, once with the help of his mouth and then with the help of his hand.

The Saudi just stood there and watched with slitted eyes, and he kept his hand busy with his own cock. His ‘gift’ to me was even more another gift to himself. He really wanted his entertainment worth for those precious secrets he held, and the long, long Ethiopian and I gave him quite a show.

That night the Saudi and his bulky bodyguard did me in a sandwich in an all-night fuck fest in the main cabin, which was not nearly as cramped as mine was. The Saudi’s equipment was nothing to write home about and he came quickly, but the bodyguard had a really thick piece and was a fast reloader and had a vigorous, long-endurance pelvis action. Lots of nice muscle. He’s probably the one who was responsible for my bowed legs and shuffling walk and big smile the next day.

They did me in turn. Then, as a finale, the Saudi really wanted to get his cock in there with the bodyguard’s, but I wasn’t having any of that, needed secrets or not. The bodyguard alone was much too thick.

I never did drink the champagne, and I can only surmise that the information I collected was worth my effort at least my masters were well pleased when I returned, and they asked me no questions about my use of trade craft in getting the goods.

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‘Ho, there, watch your saur!’ came Anizia’s raucous shout as her horse snorted and stamped the ground. ‘Can’t you get that ugly face away from my horse before he bolts…and get your saur away from him, too!’

That was unkind. Thren hitched his own saur around and toward the big Amazon woman, knowing she was talking about Alamides. His sturdy saur snuffled, its two huge, reptilian hind legs chewed up the distance easily, waddling much like an ostrich would while running. He pulled back on the reins, tugging the long, serrated snout upwards to stop the saur, and then confronted the angry woman warrior.

‘I’m sorry.’ Alamides said, his ungainly, mottled face drawn into a squint. ‘I got too close to you, I know that.’

‘If she can’t control her horse, that’s her problem.’ Thren said strongly, his strong sword arm reaching down to his hilt, a threat implied if not real. ‘You could have ridden a saur like the rest of us, Anizia.’ His proudly regal, black-haired head tossed as he glared at the Amazon woman, his handsome face twisted in a scowl. There were those who whispered that Thren’s real father was a nobleman; if so, he had inherited his father’s cleanly regular features and straight, aristocratic nose.

‘You won’t get me up on those scaly backsides.’ Anizia snarled. Where Thren’s armor was silver-washed iron, hers was of golden plate, and more elaborate. Thren had chosen to gird in metal only his vital areas, parts which were most likely to be hit in combat, his feet and legs, his groin, his shoulders and chest, his back, his helmet. Anizia wore full armor, crafted of the amazingly strong gold-alloyed metal of her Amazon people, a secret which they did not share with the other humans of the lands of Pelingrin.

Dulcea, the quiet priestess, laid her gentle hand upon Anizia’s and said, ‘Let us quit our quarrels. The blasted land of Oparia is near.’

‘Yes.’ Thren said. ‘Save your anger for the Orcs and your strength to carry back the gold when we have won.’

That quieted Anizia, for it was the lure of gold which had attracted her to the bands of roving adventurers that protected the surviving humans of Pelingrin, while making themselves rich in the process by frequent raids in Oparia.

There was no question of the propriety of stealing the gold from the Orcs of Oparia, for Oparia had once been the heart of a strong Empire, where magic had built marvels upon whose shards they lived upon to this day. But that same magic, which had paved the very streets with silver and adorned the buildings with gold, had been its downfall. The evil mage Zerstorin had conspired with the Orcs to assault the lands, take it for their own. Zerstorin was still around…somewhere…but now the Orcs and the other monsters that now held Oparia were what commanded attention.

If they were not constantly kept off-guard, their numbers winnowed and reduced by sword-blade, they would grow in numbers enough to invade Pelingrin. Yet open warfare was not yet an option, humankind had lost too many in the Orc Wars. They could only do what they did, call upon the hardy (or foolhardy, either would do) adventurer to slip into the lands, kill what they could, bring back what they could. So the kings of Pelingrin chartered adventurers such as Thren and Anizia and Alamides and Dulcea, to seek their fortunes in Oparia, and welcome them back as heroes when they returned.

There were more in this band of adventurers than these four, of course, a hale band of twenty were upon this expedition to the fallen town of Simismire, most of them searching for gold as Anizia did. But Dulcea sought to recover the relics of her religion’s temple in Simismire, and Thren…well, he had his own reasons, which he preferred to keep quiet. But it definitely included keeping Anizia from abusing Alamides’ gentle nature.

He contrived without seeming to ride up next to Alamides. ‘Let us ride up and join the others.’ He said.

‘Of course.’ the misshapen man wore no armor at all; as a Mage of the Fifth Power, he needed freedom of movement and all his dexterity to contrive his spells, and was worth in battle a dozen Anizias. ‘I didn’t mean to let my saur get next to Anizia’s horse.’ he said as they rode ahead. ‘But this blasted beast is so unwieldy. I can’t get it to go exactly the way I want it to.’

‘You have to use a strong hand at the reins.’ Thren said. ‘And hold them wrapped around your hand, not loose like that. Here, like this.’ And he reached out without a qualm and carefully fixed the arrangements of reins in Alamides’ horribly distorted hands.

Alamides grinned at Thren a smile of comradeship, and Thren grinned it back. Then Alamides’ smile slipped as his burden of guilt returned. ‘Why are you so kind to me?’ He protested. ‘What have I ever done to deserve you by my side?’

‘You know the answer to that.’ Thren said. These moods came upon Alamides whenever they ventured out on a quest. ‘We have three of the Pearls of Rinsinquo already. Another five and we can remove this curse upon you forever. Meanwhile, we still have your magic.’ Alamides alone of the people Thren knew had once met Zerstorin, and while he had fought off that evil mage long enough to escape with his life, he bore to this day the curse of his appearance to remind him of that foolhardy duel of magic.

‘But it’s so temporary.’ Alamides started to complain as he always did when Thren reminded him of that. ‘We could….’

‘Hsst!’ came the call from Mecaster, their leader, a solid massive captain of Pelingrin noble blood. ‘The Orcs are near. Gird yourselves for battle once more.’

And with a nasty snarl that was the battle cry of the Orcs, a squad of hunting Orcs was upon them, and the battle was begun.

They would not have carried the day by themselves, had not prior bands weakened the Orcish tribe holding Simismire. A bare hundred Orcs faced these twenty stalwart humans all blooded in battle and ready to wreak one more day of revenge upon the conquerors of the now-legendary Oparia. Still, facing them were the strongest of the Orcs, only their smaller size and lack of true trained skill in battle let the humans be more than a match for them. At that, of the twenty who had set out on this quest, only twelve remained alive at the end of that horrible battle, with the few remaining Orcs fleeing Simismire. Thren thought it a shame that they couldn’t stay and fortify the old town, for it was still beautiful even though nearly two hundred years of Orcish occupation had smeared and stained its silver walls and golden towers. For himself, he was but lightly wounded, a small sword slash upon one arm. When Dulcea saw it and insisted upon using her healing powers, he protested, then let her bathe him in warm light.

‘Your friend and you carried the day for us once again.’ Dulcea said when she was done. ‘Won’t you join the search for treasure now about the Orcish lairs?’

‘There’s time enough for that.’ Thren said. ‘How about Alamides now you are finished with me?’

‘He is unwounded.’ Dulcea said.

‘But magic takes its own toll upon human flesh.’ Thren said. ‘And we think a Pearl may be found here, he needs all his strength to locate it if it is….’

Dulcea needed no further coaxing, but moved to the fatigued and graceless form sprawled beneath an oak tree.

‘Why do you put up with that Magician?’ Anizia said. She had found her horde already, a large sack depended easily from her back, held in one hand. Upon her right wrist, a large jeweled bracelet now rested; where it hadn’t before…

‘He is my friend.’ Thren said. ‘More than that is none of your concern.’

‘More than that is my curiosity.’ Anizia said to him. ‘I’ve seen how you bunk next to him every night, closer than I’d lay to such a disgusting travesty of a man. And how your hand caresses him from time to time, as if he were the most beautiful of women. I agree it is none of my business. But I hunger to know just the same. Why him?’

Thren looked at Alamides, his face placid and calm under Dulcea’s healing touch. ‘As I said, it is none of your concern.’ And as he looked at Alamides resting in peace, a smile unbidden rose upon his lips and his heart lightened and warmed.

Alamides lurched to his feet, unbalanced even when erect, for his legs were of unequal length. His hunched back, negligible while on the saur’s sharply arcing back, protruded largely on his lesser side. ‘It is here! It is here!’ he croaked out happily, and a glob of saliva oozed out of one side of his mouth.

‘It is?’ Thren said. ‘Where? Where?’

‘Right here.’ Mecaster called out. ‘When I saw it, I knew it for a Pearl of Rinsinquo. You collect these baubles, do you not?’

‘I certainly do.’ Thren said. ‘Give it to me, and I’ll forfeit any claim to any other treasure about.’

‘No need of that, there’s plenty for all.’ Mecaster said as he tossed the gleaming gem to Thren, who caught it in tremblingly eager hands. ‘Come, both of you, you fought well. Load your saurs and let’s flee this place before nightfall, when the Orcs will dare to return along with other creatures I’d not care to face with less than a legion about me.’ It was true that the fallen Orc bodies would draw with their blood-smell the hordes of evil beings that frequented the night. And night was less than an hour away; they would have to ride hard; a good thing that the saurs had had most of the late morning and early afternoon to rest.

Full nightfall found them back in the land of Pelingrin, though barely, at an inn which catered to the hardy souls who dared live on the very lip of Oparia’s bloodthirsty maw. Well fortified walls around them; they were safe here.

As they drank their mead of triumph, Thren put his arm around Alamides’ hump and said huskily, ‘I think tonight deserves a little magic to celebrate, don’t you?’

Alamides was now well over his fretfulness and fears, as he always was. And now with four Pearls in his hands, his quest for normalcy again was half-won. ‘I think so, too.’ he replied bashfully.

‘Then I’ll bid our good-nights to our comrades.’ Thren said. He knew Alamides had to have privacy for the magic. Whatever the secret was, it was the result that interested Thren, he had never attempted to find out what Alamides did in the ten minutes Thren was required to remain apart from his closest comrade.

All that mattered was that moment, when he could open once again the door to their room and enter.

Alamides sat kneeling up on the floor, beside a small pot of crackling magical brew, this was no mere bubbling mass, it seethed and hissed and sparkled high into the air. The magic had worked once again, and Thren heaved a sigh of relief, sometimes it failed, a misspoken word, a gesture not properly completed, an ingredient left out or not of proper quality…sometimes the magic was wasted.

But not tonight. Alamides looked up at him, and his hair was tawny gold, his skin was ivory pale, nearly boyish. His eyes were raptured silver as he looked upon Thren, who was grinning foolishly at him. And he cast off his robe and revealed his youthful, potent, virile body for Thren’s approval.

‘You are restored once again.’ Thren sighed, citing the obvious.

‘For an hour or so.’ Alamides said, and his golden smile slipped. ‘The spell of nullity cannot overcome the curse for longer than that.’ He, too, was stating only what they both knew so well.

‘Nay, think not of that time.’ Thren said. ‘Now is the hour of our joining once again. Let only our love be present in this room for emotion.’

‘Now, and always.’ Alamides reached up a hand for Thren’s tunic. It was easily opened, the leather lacings of the front undid themselves, and the tunic slipped off from beneath the complexly intertied shoulder guards, leaving them behind as Thren’s sole garment above his waist. Thren unfastened the silver belt at his midriff, releasing the metal codpiece that warded his manhood from Orcish attacks, for the Orcs knew with keen viciousness that a blow at this one part of a man could undo the entire man.

Alamides shuddered as Thren’s organ came into view, a fat, well-filled sausage there, and Thren grinned proudly…no magic here! And Thren looked at Alamides’ dong, a pink scimitar of purple-headed prick, paler but no less in length than his own, and felt his cock twitch, rise and expand, billowing out from his warm groin, its head wavering like a questing hound scenting for its quarry.

And it was found rather than finding, for Alamides reached out with his beautiful face, stretching forth his perky, rosy, playful tongue, and that warm button of the tongue-tip hit his glans and Thren moaned. God, it’d been so long! Alamides could only do this magic once every score of days, they were doomed lovers consigned to this fate, to share their bodies, but so rarely, so that every time was a delicious pain of long-denied flesh revenging itself upon its owners.

Alamides’ lips followed his tongue, there was a feeling like a hundred frolicsome kittens had suddenly decided to visit him at once, to play in rings around his cock, warm, fuzzy, rich, luxurious, and then the heat of that mouth, for Alamides began to stuff Thren’s prick down his mouth and throat hungrily. For him, too, it had been too long.

With his greaves still warding his shins and his shoulder guards still bracketing his shoulders, Thren dropped to his knees slowly, Alamides’ mouth felt too warm, too rich and exotic, upon his cock to dislodge it for a moment, so he slowly lowered himself to seek out that body for himself, and when he got upon both knees, Alamides lowered himself to his belly, like a cat stretching out to lie itself down upon its belly, like Alamides did, and so like the cat did Alamides turn himself as if he could twist his body into a corkscrew, twist this magnificent, young, clean, healthy, desirable body, he saw it so rarely, so long were the times between which he had these moments, these short minutes, upon which his hands could touch, his lips could taste, his eyes could roam, his skin could feel the sensuous satin-like flesh against his own, no, he had to touch it now, right now, for it was like the snow on an early spring morning, falling in white splendor, only to vanish as the sun contacted it, lingering perhaps on the northern side of houses or trees, but that, too, slipping away. He had to take it now, right now. This was their time, this was their chance, it would be many lonely more days before this body was his again!

With quivering fingers, he explored that still-too-unfamiliar body, how soft and warm it was, how pleasingly pale, how vibrantly young and shining with that inner glow that only the young possess, it fades, it fades so soon, and this quicker than the rest of mankind, he let his fingers play upon the gently arcing chest, feeling the faint ridges of the ribs, Alamides was too thin in his true form, not like…no, he would not think on that, for that was not Alamides, but merely Zerstorin’s seeming. He let his hands touch that soft concavity of the stomach, touch and catch upon the gentle indentation of the navel, and his lips slavered and he lowered himself over Alamides, that beautiful pink prod was his once again. It beckoned to him.

Like a contrapunctual tempo to his exploration of Alamides’ body, there was the warm moist cavern of Alamides’ mouth, it wrapped and soothed and assuaged his dong, brining him electrical joy, shocks of pleasure raced upon his stomach as he knelt over, it was like a row of marbles rolling about inside his chest cavity now, not keeping together, but moving as each happened to land, bringing his body to life.

And his lips touched Alamides’ cock, and an immediate gush of precome greeted his tongue there, a salty slime upon his tastebuds, that pud wept a copious flood onto his lips and into his mouth, and he hadn’t even yet given this cock a single stroke with his lips to bring it forth.

He hastened to repair this omission, he pushed the sturdy, virile shaft into his mouth, feeling it like a quivering horse entering the racing stall, a narrow space barely big enough for it, the eager muscles rippling beneath the rider, ready for the run, this was how Alamides’ dick behaved in his mouth, for this was its purpose in life, its duties and its joys combined into one, he could sense the powerful flood of jism gathering in the balls beyond, readying for the assault upon him the way that they had readied this very morn for their expedition to Simismire, a rattle of sabers and clatter of steel, a whuffling of horses and snuffling of saurs, a rumbling of hooves and a tumbling of gear, and they were off, they were off once more!

The cock curved into his throat like it belonged there, and there it did belong. He never felt truly whole until he was like this, or something like this, a part of Alamides inside of him, and a part of himself inside Alamides, the two of them in the process of becoming one, if only they could find the magic that would let them combine once and for all. What a marvelous beast that would add to the bestiary, the reformed body the ancients claimed as the original human form before the gods had split them into halves, and let them long for their other half, to seek it out and rejoin together, only like this to know the bliss that had once been their own, the living that was completeness, the rapture of perpetual intercourse.

Only their cocks now could sing that song, the last parts of them to separate one from the other according to the myths, and thus the first to refit themselves into the other half, his other half was Alamides, he had never doubted it since their first time together, he fit, he was right, he matched!

The precious minutes slipped away, Thren remembered. They must take their joy in total before the mixture in the pot quieted into stillness once again and the spell failed. He let his body feel the way on its own, closing his eyes, living only in this moment. His cock was like a part apart from him, it pulsed with its own life, a warm, multi-colored, vibrant, star-splattering life that made every last bit of his dong tingle, no, more, it was like it was filled to bursting, packed tightly with pleasure made solid form, his cock contained no blood or flesh, it was composed of corporeal delight, congealed ecstasy, cemented euphoria. His world was made up of two main sources of sensation, the warm pole that thrilled and rolled lavishly about his tongue and sunk deeply into his throat, fitting like a hand into a glove, and the separate feel of that torturously elated ring of lips that milked his prick into fire-burnished joy.

He felt his cock beginning to build from within, and he pulled reluctantly but firmly away from those lips. Alamides gave a childlike pout of his lips that shone with his saliva, but Thren smiled down at him and Alamides’ moping lips curved upwards happily, and he skittered about beneath Thren’s more encumbered body to lie face-to-face beneath Thren.

And those legs, those luscious legs that climbed onto his waist like a pair of playful brothers climbing a fallen tree-trunk, he felt the smooth heels of the feet pressing into his buttocks, he felt the arms touch him, stroke him like the zephyrs of summer that come when you least expect, and most need, their cooling embrace, and Thren shuddered as those hands clung to his back and the moist, hot crevice of Alamides’ ass pivoted up to intersect his sopping wet prong.

It was easy, so easy, to find the small tucker of the hole and slip his cockhead into it. It was like his body was inserting into himself, one part of his body knowing exactly where the other one was, both cooperating to accomplish the shared task.

So easy, so right, so complete once again. This was heaven, Thren felt as he began to move his hips and felt Alamides body writhe in happy response to his own. He could die like this, and if heaven were all the priests proclaimed it was, he’d never notice his own mortal ending, for this was what he would do in heaven all the time.

Alamides’ arms became insistent, pulled him down, and for the first time since the spell had been woven, they kissed lips to lips, and Alamides would not release his mouth after, nay, between the kisses, he continued to fuck Alamides in this constrained position, his body thrusting itself in small movements back and forth, and Alamides was like a large snake entwined about him, holding him in place, alive upon him, feasting upon him.

His cock, so long denied and now used too much, began to boil and churn and he knew his climax was upon him. He wished it to wait, let it wait until the last flickers came from the bowl on the floor, when the spell was about to end, let it happen then, not now!

But his flesh was too galvanized from the joining of their bodies, it seethed of its own accord no matter how he moved, what he did, his cock sent a sudden tenseness into his body, holding his muscles locked into place while it danced its fertile dance and sent streamers of liquid joy all over his rigid body still moving, though now like an enchanted thing, like but not truly of, the form it was taking, and in the churning cauldron of his stimulated flesh, he felt come upon him, from where he did not know, could not identify, and it turned into climax and it clenched about his brain and his body spasmed, jerked, and his sperm sprayed out like it flowed from a sieve and not a spigot, all of a sudden his cock was bathed in salty sperm and he pumped more in to join this, and there was a moist sloppy sound as his dong continued to dive in and out of Alamides’ ass, while he gasped and heaved for breath.

With a cry that welled up like a tortured demon from hell, Alamides’ voice vented with rising sound and volume, and then Thren felt the heavy splatting of Alamides’ jism as it hit his stomach and chest, spurting upon both of them, soaking him heavily.

Thren could only keep his eyes shut, his brain still sparking bursts of joy, though now the darkness held more than the light, and his body was about to cease operation, shut down and become weak, and he felt Alamides’ joy like steel cables bound about him, holding him tightly, chaining him, never letting him go.

And as he sunk down into the bliss of near-oblivion, he could not imagine a more wonderful fate than that. Never let them end this, let the spell misfire indeed, but let it extend and lock them in this moment, pinch off their room from the universe and keep them like this for eternity and beyond. And again, he thought this was what heaven would be like, if only he could find his way there.

Thren managed to force his eyes open after a time, and looked over, to drink in the face that looked into his, Alamides as he ought to be all the time, lovely, desirable, sated and vulnerable from exhausted pleasure, eyes looking at his own with trust and love.

They could play out their final moments like this, exhausted in body but whole in spirit, letting their hands play upon each other. Thren could not touch Alamides enough, he had to remember this time for many days to come, so many days to come when he had only his memories to warm his body in his cold bed, for Alamides would not share while the curse held him in thrall. Alamides admitted that the curse did other things to his body and that he did not wish them to touch Thren in their vulgarity. Thren could only accept this, keep his distance as Alamides asked, satisfying his need to touch his lover by such small duties as arranging the reins of the saur.

He touched, and he memorized, and he kissed, forcing his flesh to drink in more and more sensation. Sometimes his body would reawaken soon enough, and they could manage at least a part of another joining before the end….

The spell boiling in the pot waned, the light failed, Thren felt the body so solid and warm beneath his own begin to distort. And he rolled over and turned his face towards the wall, eyes closed shut, unable to listen to the moans of pain that Alamides endured when the spell ended, and his body reverted to the ugly, lumpish, brutish thing he had been before.

When Alamides was silent, Thren heard the robe being gathered up and he waited until Alamides said, ‘I’m ready.’ And then he turned to look at his lover now clothed and concealed in large part by the robe once more.

At the twisted, malformed head, the slavering lip, the unevenly sized eyes.

Alamides, rather, the beast that was Alamides once more, managed a smile. ‘So it ends yet again.’

‘We’ll get the other four Pearls.’ Thren promised. ‘There are hundreds of Pearls, and we only need eight of them. What would an Orc use them for? He’ll pile them in his treasure along with the other baubles, and so they’ll come to us when we loot their treasuries.’

‘I know.’ Alamides said. ‘But that is small comfort when I look down at myself.’

‘Do you know where the next Pearl can be found?’ Thren asked.

Alamides closed his eyes and seemed to think to himself, then said, ‘I’m pretty sure there’s one in the former town of Chendral.’

Thren frowned. ‘That’s a hundred miles south of here. We’ll have to petition for the right to go there, and be granted letters of activity by the King in the new domain.’

‘I know.’ Alamides said.

‘Well, let’s get some sleep.’ Thren said. ‘We’ll have to travel to the King in the morning, then.’

Alamides permitted Thren to make his bed nearby his own. Sometimes, right after making love, when he would feel especially ugly, he would refuse it for a day or two. But Thren got out of his armor and into his bed close to Alamides and he said, ‘Good-night, my beloved.’

‘Good-night.’ Alamides said. His mood was returning to the one he had been before, unsure of himself, timid in his emotions, apologetic for even existing. ‘Thren? Why do you put up with me?’

‘Because I love you.’ Thren said soothingly. Then he turned over in sudden decision and said, ‘We have four of the Pearls. That only took us three years. In another three, this will all be over.’

‘I hope so.’ Alamides said.

Thren leaned over him and said, ‘Then think no more of it for tonight.’ He said firmly.

‘But the things people say….’ Alamides began.

‘Hush.’ Thren said. ‘I know the truth, and so do you. That is all that matters.’ And he kissed, with true love and affection, the distorted, slobbering lips. ‘Sleep, my love, and dream of the days to come.’ he said, taking his wonderful, delightful, misshapen lover in his arms.

And to his unbridled delight, for the first time ever, Alamides permitted Thren to hold him while they slept, and even the morning after, when full dawn touched the skies.

THE END

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At Marc’s suggestion we sent our discs back to the U.S. We didn’t want to risk any puritanical border police confiscation.

Marc was a strange duck. I seemed to know less about him as time went on.

He was always cheerful and polite. If a decision had to be made, he would listen, express his opinion and if I insisted he would always say okay. I must admit that I engaged in a little extra curricular sex in baths and tea rooms during our travels. As far as I could see Marc remained a monk.

There was some flirting at times. At least I thought so between a girl here or there. He could be very charming and seductive in a gentlemanly way which wowed the ladies. He never, as I could see, follow up. Did he seek his own self satisfaction? Maybe. Naturally I wasn’t with him all the time. Perhaps he was turned off by all his contemporaries wacking off.

In any event, here we are in Warsaw. It’s a fabulously beautiful city. I thought it would turn out to be grim, a worker’s stark utilitarian city.

This is true of the Russian influence period but so much remains of the imperial past.

The boys here are somewhat different from those in Russia. First off, I was wrong in my expectations. I thought they would all be stocky, mustached Lechs. But actually most were blond or light haired, tall, slim, fair skinned. I also noticed that Poles lose their hair early. Some of the kids we filmed were only nineteen and already had receding hairlines.

At first I was disappointed but soon I could see that their high, smooth foreheads were an asset. Another characteristic was their playfulness, sometimes rough humor. I can tell you about that by describing a couple of sessions.

We had no trouble finding kids for our nefarious activities. Marc talked to the bell captain, gave him a bunch of kopecs or whatever their money was called. You get mixed up going from country to country. The bell guy was young and cute and offered himself but Marc and I thought it was a bad idea and might get us in trouble with the hotel. You must realize that we were skirting a dangerous area of international imprisonment. The bell guy made us laugh when he asked if he could sit in on some of the sessions. ‘I can lend a hand,’ he said doubling over in uproarious laughter, the kind we were going to hear a lot of. Marc, sort of became the boss arranger in Poland by virtue of his bell captain success. He didn’t question me but immediately said sure. The fucking kid rubbed his crotch, he was already salivating and leaking. Oh to be young again.

Our first subject arrived at six AM, following our bell guy, named Lech, can you imagine. It must be a popular name now. The kid was introduced as Josef. He was a doll boy, pure white skin, nice long straight nose, rather thin lips but his gorgeous teeth made up for it. He may have misunderstood what he was to do. He took off his shirt and made his small pecs hard, turned red in the face from the effort. ‘Very nice I told him.’ I outlined the payment method. He apparently was recruited by Lech without knowing the full story. Lech wanted his fee of fifty dollars American and was afraid to risk it by relating the full story to the kid.

Marc stepped in. ‘Josef, are you a male prostitute?’

The kid blushed so cutely. ‘Sometimes when I am broke, but I am not a sissy boy.’

‘Of course,’ we all echoed.

‘Can you get naked, please?’ I asked trying to hurry things along. He looked a little hurt because he was not in control of things but he sheepishly slipped out of his pants and trainers and stood in front of us with red bikinis. I had to work not to smile.

‘Off with the undies too Josef!’ I said firmly.

Nice dangler, I thought. Lech applauded enthusiastically. Marc just went to his cam corder and got busy. I say dangler because it was at least six inches of hanging cock. The balls seemed small, but you can’t have everything. He turned slowly and revealed some other goodies. His ass was suitable for framing and I loved his legs, smooth, white, hairless, in fact he was almost without body hair. I asked him if he shaved his body. He didn’t even know what I meant. He had the perfect pubic hair shape that some gay men try to create. It was contained the about an inch on either side of his cock and the upper line with perfectly straight. His balls as far as we could see were hairless. Lech, who felt he was assistant director asked Josef to bend over and spread his cheeks. We all bent down to look. I was surprised that this hairless guy had a nice blond whirly ring of hair around his anis. That was very cute and we decided to include that in the picture.

He reclined on the bed like the Goya Nude, one leg crooked, his cock laying over one hip and because it was so long it brushed the sheet beyond his hip. I questioned him for a little bio for the tape. He seemed to enjoy the questioning and was very verbal and laughed a lot. He was a bright guy, probably would not continue selling himself for long. He had some good prospects and I gleaned that some came from johns he had. He had been fucked a few times but didn’t like it. ‘I like to be sucked, boy or girl doing it.’ When he mentioned girls I found that he had a pretty nice sexual life with three girls who offered lots of benefits. ‘No I do not lick girls cunts, that’s for dirty guys.’ Yet he had sucked a few cocks.

‘Only with rubber, you know.’

‘Okay,’ I said, ‘Lets get started. Play with yourself.’

The room was quiet. We were all plugging for him. He got a serious look on his face, stared at his cock, slipped one long fingered hand to rest on his balls, the other just holding his dick, not moving. After a moment or two, Lech, the ass, said, ‘Come on boy, get with it. Time is money.’

The boy pulled his hands off and looked like he was going to get up and go.

Lech realized his minute and tried to make up for it. He went over to the bed and sat on the edge. He leaned down and whispered something in the kid’s ear. Later we found out that he offered part of his fee. I can’t help but think what a turn on money is because the kid became hard while the proposition was being explained. He grinned at the room. ‘Now you American guys will see how a Pole can shoot heavy cream.’

His Polish Pole rose to at least eight inches plus, but thin with a tiny head. He began stroking, now the serious looks faded replaced by a grin.

It seemed so inappropriate. At times as he stimulated himself he broke into a wide smile and giggled a bit. This kind of behavior was repeated by other Polish kids. I don’t know why, was it embarrassment or glee?

In any event he now must have felt that he was ready to deliver the goods.

He became very bossy. ‘Hey camera guy, get in for a closeup and watch your lens, when I shower with cum I really spew. Hey Lech, I would rather you leave the room now.’

I don’t know why he wanted Lech out but maybe he knew him and wanted to remain private about this one intimacy. I never questioned any of my guys.

I took them as I found them.

Josef became the star of our serious of short subjects and everyone who saw our work all said Josef was the one.

He had been lying down, he got up on his knees, he threw his head back and roared. Yes, that’s the best way I can describe it. A raw, primitive, hoarse cry. His body began weaving back and forth, like a cobra, his mouth was dropping spittle onto his chest. The muscles in his body were locked into painful rigidity and then the head his cock dribbled a few drops. I thought this was going to be another poor delivery but then a big stream went across the room and fell just at Marc’s feet. Then two more almost as powerful, then as he moaned softy some small shots wet the comforter on the bed. He smiled and began his usual laugh. ‘Good eh? That’s why my men pay me more than any other guys.’

We hadn’t had breakfast. We were still unshaven and not cleaned up. We took turns showering. I noticed that Marc had become less shy about appearing naked. And believe me, he had nothing to be ashamed of. We ordered breakfast in the room and went over our notes as we finished our room service breakfast.

Just when we were emptying the last dregs of coffee in the pot a knock at the door. ‘Hey Marc, there’s a new penis outside. Would you get it?’ I snickered at my double entendre. Marc threw the door wide and in strode a cocky kid. Couldn’t have been more than sixteen. ‘You are the money guys?’ he asked in kind of a confrontational way. We told him we were but he was too young. ‘Whatcha mean dudes, I’m eighteen and I can prove it.’

March and I conferred. We really didn’t know how old he was exactly and he had all kinds of proof of age that were probably fake. But we were both enchanted with his manner and fake gangster movie English. We got him to sign a paper that he inked likely in a fake name too. He insisted that he get paid after each phase. So as he too off his American style cargo shorts, exposing his briefs with superman on them and his Doors tee shirt (are they still sold?) we handed him one third of the money. He stripped.

Wow, not a skinny kid at all under those clothes. It was just his face, the face of a young adolescent. But the body, broad shoulders, nicely firmed pecs, tight stomach, good manly equipment. Also he was a little hairy. That was a surprise. His armpits were about as hairy as I have ever seen. His pubes started right under his navel and spread out from hip to hip. Now I noticed a beard shadow on his checks and chin. Interesting.

His arms and legs were moderately hairy. His hair style was American marine, whitewalls and all.

He sat on the bed. I flipped on the mic. ‘Are you a male hustler?’

‘I sure am, the best. I do everything. Suck, fuck, anal, give and take, you can even pee on me or I’ll soak you.’

He told he got about forty dollars for most of the activities. He claimed he never got an STD. He began whoring at twelve. When asked if he considered himself gay, he said that he will do anything with anyone for money but when I questioned him about girls, he was very reluctant to answer questions.

‘Should I start stroking? I start but give me the money first.’

I gave it to him. He got hard immediately. He didn’t look at magazines we provided or the porno tapes, he stared at the money on the table. He was pretty elemental in his approach. He spat on his hand and shagged his prick, breathing hard. His cock was long enough that he could use two hands but then he did a provocative gesture. He took one hand from his prick and put it back to his asshole. He lifted his legs slightly to get at it. I’m sure he actually stuck his finger in side. Soon he was in and outing at his back door and wanking his cock. ‘I almost there.’ He stopped everything and held out his hand. ‘Cross my palm with silver and I will give you the money shot.’ I gave him the money. He had lost a little of his hardness but he rubbed the money against his cock and it stiffed and became longer than we had seen before. His hips began a fuck motion, his eyes turned back and showed white only. His mouth hung open and a flush appeared on his pale chest. ‘O-o-o-o-h-h Daddy, here it comes.’ He shot but caught most of it in his cupped hand. When he was finished shooting he broke into a wide grin and laughed at us. ‘You guys can let your breath out now.’ Then he stuck out a long tongue and lapped his palm clean. ‘Delicious. You want some? He laughed like a loon.

We had one other boy before we left Warsaw but we decided not to keep it and Marc deleted the whole thing. It had no real sexiness. This is the story. The kid was a waif, hungry street boy, maybe not well. We both allowed him to do the trick for us mainly because we where sorry for him.

In his own mind he was a pretty sexy boy. It could not been further from the truth. I don’t think he scored much on the street except for someone who wanted a bargain or someone who might be twisted and be brutal to him.

When he was undressed we saw several scars that were healed. We didn’t question him. He got undressed, out of his sad dirty clothes, displaying his skinny body. He posed. It was sad. He wanted the whole three hundred and tried and tried but kept losing his hard on and was far from cumming.

He begged me to give a helping hand. I made a make shift mask out of the pillow case and wanked him. After my hand was so tired I was getting cramped it erupted with a nice spurt or two. He was full of

self-congratulations. ‘That was good. Best spooge you ever saw, right?

They know me on the street.’ After he left, Marc was full of giggles. He kept asking me, ‘Who was that masked man?’

Anyway we closed shop in Warsaw and took a quick flight to Kosovo. This used to be part of the Czech Republic. The men we met there differed from the last two places. First off they were older. It seems male hustlers are late twenties to early thirties and most are bi-sexual. They do not do the girl part in sex. Now there are a few, but they are outrageously femmes.

The guys are big, like Bulgarian wrestlers, most have bushy moustaches.

The ones we had in our room were powerful barrel chested guys. Not ones to cross up. They rough too. Often they would laugh and sock you in a playful way and you would have a bruise. You may have seen pics of Czech models. These are not here, none of those pink and white skinned blond types. But, I found these rough necks to be fun and sexy. They kidded around a lot and loved to talk back and laugh…and drink. You couldn’t get them to do anything until they were half in the bag.

Take George, we met him along the river walk. He was big, maybe six feet two and wide and strong. He spoke in a big loud voice. His command of English was poor but he made up for it by shouting and punching you. Marc kept way back. George had a Stalin moustache. I think he was very proud of it for he stroked it constantly like the villain in an old melodrama.

Up in the room we found that he was a very reluctant interviewee. He gave us conflicting answers and then he would deny that he said it. We finally gave up and gave him one third of the fee. In delayed undressing and kept throwing back shots of brandy. I whispered to Marc that our boy was getting glassy eyed and might not be able to perform.

He finally took off his clothes. He kept asking me if it make me sexy to see him undress. ‘You got stiff prick?’ I didn’t know exactly how to answer. ‘Hey, American guy, show me your penile establishment.’ I’m not sure what that meant.

I encouraged him to finish undressing and lay on the bed. Once naked, he became silly, covering his stuff with his big hairy hand. He would lift the hand, peek and laugh. ‘Yes, it’s still there.’

He was a nice specimen of manhood, black hair swirling on his chest and his pubic hair almost obscuring his prick. He had a gigantic ball sack, maybe the biggest I ever saw. He liked to heft it while he jerked off. He treated it so roughly, I thought that couldn’t be good. It made my own balls ache. His penis was big and thick with a heavy loose foreskin that made a squishy sound as he wanked. It was annoying that just when he seemed to be reaching to his cum, he would stop and then joke around with us. Marc said twice that we should fold up this shot. But then just as I was about to, he said ‘You want to see thick good smell man juice? Watch!’

He wasn’t kidding. He shot thick ropes of cum. I thought he’d never stop.

He kept smiling and winking at me as he unloaded on his chest. When he finished he closed his eyes and I think he fell asleep for a minute or so.

At last he opened his eyes and guffawed loudly. ‘You American guys want to eat it now?’

We thanked him. He took his final payment, punched me a few times, Marc ran into the bathroom to avoid George’s painful gratitude.

We picked up six interviews here and it was time to leave. I went to the post office to mail the discs home. It was safer that way. I returned to the little hotel near the river. The rooms had no locks so I just opened and stepped in. I could here sexual sounds coming from the bathroom. The door was slightly ajar. There was pretty Marc, nude, kneeling in front of the toilet bowl. He had draped his balls over the edge. He was rapidly stroking with one hand while holding a fuck mag in the other. I never did see if it was straight or gay, we had both in the room. He was really into his wanking. I wish I could have photographed it. It would have been the best of the whole trip.

Back in the States we made a fabulous deal with a large distributor of male porn. We didn’t even have to edit, they took care of that and the distribution. We got a cool million plus royalties based on the sales.

I have only seen Marc once after our trip. I think he is a little ashamed of our activities but I didn’t noticed he didn’t refuse the money. He is a whore too, same as all of us.

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I went scuba diving with a good bud from Georgia and three of his friends last week. He and I had slept together before on a trip to Cuba. Nothing much happened there. We were in a small house with a husband, wife and two children. He just felt me up some, kissed, licked, sucked my titties, and I sucked his big cock and jacked him off, swallowed several bolts of his cum and licked the rest off my hand before we went to sleep in bed together.

He arranged the dive trip. I drove from FL to his house in GA. Then we went on to SC. He had set us up in a motel with two double beds for three of us. His other friend took one of the beds, laid on it with his clothes on and fell asleep. My bud and I were in the other bed. I sleep naked, so I was.

My bud showered and came to bed. The TV was on, but I was dozing. He watched TV for a while, one of his favorite shows. Then he reached for me. He felt my face, neck, chest, stomach. He kissed my face, neck; kissed, licked, sucked my nipples and tongued my navel.

I moaned a bit and wriggled on the bed, my hard cock sticking up, tenting the sheet covering me.

He kissed, licked my cock, and tongued the slit in my helmet crown, slurping up the flowing pre-cum, slick, clear juice. While he was doing this, pleasing me so, as I feigned sleep, he felt my shaft, balls, and opened my legs.

He felt my butt, kissed, licked, mouthed my balls, and kissed, licked the inside of my thighs, then my crack, as much of it as he could get to since I was on my back. He lifted my legs and rimmed me wetting my anus with his saliva. Then he put a finger at my hole.

He moved his finger around relaxing my sphincter. He eased the finger into me while sucking my cock and feeling my balls, massaging them gently, carefully.

Then he got on top of me, on my chest, his hairy butt on my belly, his balls on my upper chest at first, his cock, hard and oozing pre-cum on my chin. Reaching behind himself he kept fingering my hole, putting in another finger and another.

I moaned some more, still feigning sleep, but rolled from side to side and humped my butt up to take his fingers, now four of them in my ass. I turned my head from side to side, my mouth open, drooling saliva on his cockhead as he brought it to my lips.

I licked the slit in his mushroom head, slurping at his tasty pre-cum. Licking, licking, licking, coating my tongue with his clear juice, I swallowed. I took his helmet between my lips and sucked on it, while he fingered my quivering asshole.

He rose up a bit and pushed his cock past my lips, over my tongue, to the back of my throat. He felt me gasp, gag some, I guess, and pulled back. Then he pushed in, pulled back, fucking my mouth with his cock and my ass with his fingers.

My eyes still closed, I sucked on his cock sliding back and forth in my mouth, his balls bouncing on my chin, hairy butt rocking on my chest, his fingers working in my assman-pussy, my mancunt. He kept fucking my mouth, fingering my ass, and at the same time picked up a bottle of lube from the nightstand.

He reached back and squirted the lube into the crack of my butt, onto his hand, and worked it into my rectum with his fucking fingers. He took some long, deep strokes in my mouth. I choked, gagged, then swallowed all of his cockhead and as much shaft as I could handle down my throat. He leaned in and deep-throat fucked my face.

His cock was slimy with his pre-cum and my saliva, but he squirted the lube from the base of his shaft at his hairy pubes to the crowned head. He worked the lube all around his shaft with his hand, and pulled up a big dollop of the lube onto his mushroom helmet.

He wiped his hand on the sheet. He eased his four fingers and thumb by now, out of my open hole, and he moved down my body, between my legs. Spreading my legs wide and lifting them high, resting them on his shoulders, he presented his cock knob to my lube wet, spread hole.

He reached again to the nightstand for a brown bottle.

Poppers. He uncapped the bottle, held it to one of his nostrils and sniffed. I felt his cock stiffen, more of his pre-cum flow against my sphincter just barely holding the head of his cock. He sniffed on the other side. He pinched my nostrils with the bottle to my nose. I sniffed. He moved the bottle to the other side of my nose. I sniffed again.

A warmth flooded all over me, from my face, neck, chest, belly, crotch, to my cock that stiffened more, to my balls, tingling, and finally to my mancunt. His cock slid right up into me as my manpussy opened for him.

‘Unnnggghhh,’ I groaned. ‘Oooh, ooh, ooh, yeah.’

Bearing his cock all the way up into my bowels, he leaned over me and asked, ‘Okay? Are you awake? Is it okay? I am fucking you.’

‘Ummmnh, ummmnh, ummmnh,’ I moaned as he rode his long, thick cock back and forth in me, scruffing his hairy pubes against the cleft of my ass, bouncing his big balls full of cum for me on my ass crack as his cock pistoned in me.

‘Yeah, yeah, yeah, okay, okay, okay, ungh, ungh, ungh, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.

‘Aaaah,’ taking a breath. ‘Fuck me good, George. Fuck my ass. Fuck it. Fuck it. Fuck it. Fuck it,’ breathing again, ‘good, good, good. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,’ as he rode his rod in my hole, deep, longstroking, slow, easy, but also picking up his pace to hard and fast.

‘Aaaaaaaaaaaah, aaaahhh, aaaah, aaaaah, aaaaaaaahhhh,’

I shot cum out of my cock in burst after burst. ‘Umnh, umnh, umnh, oh fuck, fuck meeeeee!’ I squealed.

George pounded my asspussy, fucked my mancunt hard, fast, deep, strong, as my rectal muscles clamped and released, clamped and released, clamped and released on his throbbing, thrusting, pulsing meat stalk. He started shooting his cum into me, and kept on, on, on, on, and on, eight bursts of his creamy hot jism up my ass. Then his cum was squishing out of my still tight hole, splashing on the inside of my thighs.

George eased his still hard cock out of me. Plop, squish. A flow ran into the crack of my ass. George went down and started licking my legs, swiping his tongue up my cummy, assmusk crack. He tongued his cum out of my hole. He rose up and gave me his cock fresh from my ass into my mouth. I sucked it, cleaning his cock, hairy ball sack with my lips, tongue, mouth, slurping off his jazz juice, my wet, sloppy ass musk.

George turned into a 69 with me licking my ass while I sucked his cock, licked his ball sack. I felt the bed give. George’s other buddy, Dan, now naked, out of his blue jeans, work shirt, underwear, pushed George aside.

Dan rolled me over into a face down position. I raised my ass up on my knees.

Supporting myself on my elbows, I looked back and watched Dan lube his cock, do the poppers, pass them to me. I took two sniffs, one nostril, the other.

Dan ran his long, skinny cock right up my ass in George’s cum. Dan fucked me hard, fast, long, deep, pummeling into my sloppy pussyass manhole.

He reached around and stroked my again hard cock, massaged my nuts, kissed me on the back of my neck, on my shoulders, as I moaned in pleasure at the fucking he was giving me. Dan pinched and twisted my tit nubs, slamming his cock into my asshole until he came, throbbing, thrusting, pulsing as George had before him.

Dan’s cum squished in my hole and sprayed out onto my upper thighs again. His cum dripped down my legs, past my knees.

I did not know, but George had called his other two friends, two guys I did not know at all – Ben and Jess.

They had come up from their first floor room to our third floor room and were watching Ben fuck me.

Ben was chubby, with a short but fat cock in a nest of black, wiry pubic hairs covering his ball sack. His nuts were over large, way big. Jess, young, maybe late 20s, early 30s had a long, thick cock, like George.

Smooth in his youth his pubic hairs were light brown, sparse, his family jewels pouch even lighter haired with just a few stringy hairs on his balls container.

But his nuts were big.

Ben and Jess turned me sideways on the bed. Someone George or Dan – had called up a porn movie on the motel room TV. A guy was on his knees, cock in his mouth, cock up his ass, both slamming him hard and fast. Jess put his cock in my mouth. Ben mounted me from behind and shoved his cock in George’s and Dan’s cum up my ass. His thick cock really spread my cunt.

Ben fucked my ass; Jess fucked my mouth. They turned me over again on my back, my head hanging over the side of the bed. Ben fucked my mouth. Jess fucked my ass. They fucked and swapped, fucked and swapped.

Ben with all his bulky weight was up on top of me sliding his cock back and forth in my butt. Jess was driving his cock down my throat. Ben started trembling, his cock pulsing, jerking in my hot, stretched asshole.

Ben shot his cum in me, in five-six globs. He pulled out again with a juicy plop – Plop, squish.

Jess took his cock out of my mouth. He got between my legs, then rolled me over, again to a face down position. Jess wriggled his cockhead on my open hole, looking more and more like a cunt. He gave me the poppers again. I did the two sniffs, and two more for good measure. Jess ran his long, thick cock up my pussy, and went right into rapid, deep, longstroking fucking.

Jess fucked and fucked and fucked me, young guy that he is. He came in my ass. He pulled his cock out and brought it to my mouth for cleaning, and to keep it hard. He put me on my back, legs over his shoulders. I took two more, four hits on the poppers as he drove his cock into me to fuck me more. He did the poppers, kept fucking me, passed the poppers back to me, took them back, sniffed, and kept on fucking me.

‘Ah, ah, ah, ah, aah, aah, aah, oh, oh, oh, ooh, ah, ah, ah, ungh, ungh, ungh, oh, ah, ungh, of fuck, oh fuck, fuck, fuck, oh, oh, ungh, ah, oh, ungh, oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.’

Jess bent my legs way back. George, Dan, Ben brought their cocks to my mouth, wet, slimy cocks, oozing precum, smelling of my ass. I sucked one, two at a time, tried three, as Jess ran his cock back and forth in my ass until he throbbed, pulsed and shot another load of his cum into me. George, Dan, Ben, I don’t know who first or how much came in my mouth and on my face, all over my neck and chest, stomach.

I rolled onto my side. They left our room – Ben and Jess. Dan got on his bed and went to sleep. George cuddled up to me, kissed me on the neck, and said, ‘Thank you for taking care of me and my friends. You are such a sweet fuck.’ George pushed his cock, hard again between my legs, then up my ass. We slept that way through the night.

In the morning when the alarm clock went off, I moved away from George’s cummy, assmusk, my assmusk, cock, went down and sucked George off, swallowed all his cum.

We showered together. Dan showered. We met Ben and Jess, had breakfast and went scuba diving.

I took the prize of the dive day – a 5 7/8′ Carchardon Megalodon shark tooth. The shark would be 60-70′ long, with a mouth you could stand in, the shark close the mouth and not touch you.

Not a Carchardon Megalodon, I spent the next night in GA with George, closed my mouth on his cock, touched it and sucked him off, swallowed his cum. Then he fucked me. We sucked and fucked all night.

Then I went home to FL with my prize shark tooth, puffed mouth lips, raked cummy-tasting tongue, raw cheeks both mouth and ass, strained jaw, and gaped asshole, aching for more cock – short, fat, long, skinny, thick, long.

Let’s go diving, go down on some cock, get fucked.

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It was a warm summer’s afternoon. I needed my car repaired. Something underneath was rattling. I was worried what it was, and if whatever it was fell off, what damage it might cause elsewhere. I used the motorways a lot. The last thing i wanted was to be the cause of a high-speed pile-up. I was away on business and had to get from B back to A again. I had no idea nor recommendation where to go to get the car fixed, so took my chances with the Yellow Pages. I was in luck. There was a local garage that had a booking cancelled. They could fit me in after lunch. The tom-tom navigator got me there straight away. A suit in this weather was not the most comfortable of clothing to wear, but i thought a businesslike manner and appearance might win me a discount. A suit carried authority, especially over those who don tatty jeans. Despite what many think, class does matter. So as i climbed out the alfa spider i refastened my top button, straightened and tightened my tie and threw my jacket back on.

I walked across the forecourt towards the workshop, keeping shoulders back, chest out, displaying positive confidence. As i entered the office door to reception i tripped over a low unmarked step. Shit! So much for positive posture! But fortunately the office was unmanned. Straightening myself out, regaining my composure, i rang the bell for assistance on the counter. Nothing happened. I rang several times before i gave up, frustration beginning to boil up within me. And damn that step! I tripped over it on my way out as well! Grr!

I walked into the workshop, despite a large notice saying: no unauthorised persons beyond this point. It’s seemed so stupid stopping customers finding assistance when no one could be bothered to answer the reception bell. I made my way towards the sound of metal clattering against metal and the singing of a radio station. Under a car with bonnet up i noticed a pair of legs stretching out from under the engine. ‘Hello!’ i called.

No answer or response. I continued towards the mechanic and slipped on a patch of grease on the floor. It was like stepping on dog shit. I nearly fell over as my foot instantly slid out from under me. ‘Shit!’ i yelled. Luckily again, this mishap hadn’t been noticed either. Such clumsiness shatters any illusion of power in one’s character if seen. Frustrated as i was, i got away with it. I reached the mechanic, who’s splayed legs were only visible from waist down.

These legs gave me a solid hard on straight away. They were opened in a V shape and covered in crinkled, dirty, greasy, bright blue overalls. On his feet were very old and worn heavy duty ankle boots. The leggings and footwear along were enough to give me my hard-on, but it was the top part that caused the pre-cum to flow.

It must have been a one-piece overall being worn. But due to the heat of the weather, the top half had been undone and tied round the waist. Between the knotted sleeves i saw smooth pale flesh with light wisps of fur-like hairs. The undoing of the overall had been low, so the flesh i saw almost reached the pubic area. I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath, sensing my bulge tightening inside my CKs. Open legs always drew the eyes to the groin. I must have stood there staring for several minutes, forgetting any sense of time. The hips were narrow, probable only a 30′ waist size, and the flesh was of youth. I tore myself out of my trance.

‘Hello!’ i said again.’ I phoned earlier?’

Still no response, other than the slightest of shuffles from the waist. How i wished i could wrap my hands round those hips and drag them out from under the car. More precum oozed. So i gently tapped the inside of the mechanic’s thigh with my foot. The legs jolted and i heard, almost felt, a hard thump from under the car. The legs slid out exposing a grease smeared, pale skinned, wash-board stomach. My brain soaked in his sexiness so quickly, the whole movement was perceived as being in slow motion. As the small pout circles of fresh pink nipples slid into view, balanced on small but firm pecs, i thought i would shoot my load there and then. Above the neck came a smooth, dark fluffed chin followed by a straight, narrow and moist-lipped mouth, topped with a line of dark fluff on the upper lip. The nose was small and cute, leading to the eyes that were bright with large widened pupils. Then the rest of the head beautifully shaped and hair trimmed to a grade one maybe. He must have been fresh from college or uni. As he slid into view his eyes screwed up against the bright light of the sun filling the workshop. As they focused, his gaze seemed to follow up the length of my body standing before him. I’m sure he must have noticed the size of my bulge, which must have been tenting my flies like a circus marquee. When his eyes met mine he said, ‘Sorry, Sir. Have you been waiting there long?’

‘No, no, not at all’ i said. ‘I phoned earlier?’

‘Oh yes’ he said, getting up onto his feet. ‘You’ve got a rattle around your front off-side wheel’.

‘That’s right’ i replied. ‘Think you can sort it for me? I have a long motorway drive back home’.

‘No problem, sir. Bring it in and i’ll see what i can do’ he said with a smile, AND a wink! ‘just park it up on this ramp’ he said, pointing to a vacant ramp to the left of the workshop.

I headed back to the car feeling very hot round the collar. As the mechanic stood before me chatting, the faint smell of deodorant, grease and sweat teased my nose no end. My hormones where racing in overdrive. I hadn’t had sex for a few days and was rapidly realising how desperately i needed it. And if ever i needed it, i needed and wanted it now!

I parked the car up on the ramp as instructed and got out. I had made my impression, so i threw off my jacket and tie, throwing them onto the passenger seat, and undid my collar button. ‘Hot isn’t it sir?’ he said.

‘Yes. It’s a pity there’s only so much one can take off in such heat’ i replied, risking the odd flirt and tease. ‘At least in your line of work, you don’t need to worry so much about protocol’.

‘What do you mean sir?’ the mechanic said, as he moved to the buttons to raise the ramp. ‘I’d look silly here in swimming trunks, or just a thong!’

It seemed he was now flirting with me! Was i reading this right? I unfastened my shirt completely and pulled it out from under my belt. The air felt so good and cool as it got in beneath my sweat soaked shirt.

‘You’d better come and stand over here sir’ he advised. ‘Strictly speaking you’re not supposed to be in here. Health and safety.’

So i went over and stood beside him as he operated the switches to raise the car into the air. I reached over and dared to place my hand on his small but broad shoulder. ‘I’m sure no one would make much fuss if you were in just a thong’ i said with a chuckle. It surprised me he didn’t try to shrug me off, so i gave his shoulder a gentle squeeze. Gosh, the heat was having a strange and daring effect on me! ‘Mind you’ i added ‘what you’re wearing now and the way you’re wearing it can’t be bad for business?’

‘I’m always looking for business sir’ he said. ‘Bills have to be met’.

Fuck, was this what i’m thinking he meant?

‘I suppose you are’ i replied. ‘We all need business and I’m always ready to offer it’. I watched his expression carefully. I was sure i noticed a twitch of a smile. Then his gaze suddenly changed and fixed to a point on the floor next to my rising car. I followed his gaze to something shiney on the floor. ‘What’s up?’ i asked.

He released the button from under his thumb and went over to relieve his curiousity. God his body was gorgeous, all soaked and dripping with sweat. His physique was one of someone who knows how to keep himself fit. With his overall undone and tied around him he looked like a very apperticing piece of half peeled fruit. I wanted to eat him, slowly. As he bent down to pick up whatever was on the floor i saw the perfect triangle shape of his back narrowing down to his slim waist and round firmness of his buttocks. I was in agony. If i died then i’d be happy.

‘Are these your’s sir?’ he turned and asked, holding up the shiny metal object/s. Suddenly, as i snapped out of my daydream again, i recognised what he was holding up to me. And with a broad smile that made me blush he added, ‘They must have fallen out your jacket sir as you took it off’.

I reached out as he placed my two pairs of fallen hand-cuffs into the palm of my hand. But he didn’t just give them to me. He let his fingers linger in my hand, just as gay barmen do with your change if they like you. I was very much aware of my boner again. As he returned to the ramp controls he gave a little giggle that i could have swooned to.

‘Well’ i said, ‘you have to be prepared, don’t you?’

He laughed. ‘For all eventualities sir’.

Shit! I suddenly felt so small. The best way to get over embarrassment, i thought, was to tackle it head on. So i bounced the ball back into his court. ‘Do you ever use them?’ i asked.

‘What? Handcuffs, sir?’ he asked with another giggle. ‘Can’t say i have sir’. Then he added, ‘I wouldn’t know where to get them or what to do with them’.

‘I’m sure you’d think of some way to use them’ i said with a wink. ‘It’s a great way to learn your levels of trust in a partnership. And,’ i added, ‘a novel way to meet new friends’.

The car stopped and the mechanic went underneath to examine the wheel. He reached his strong arms up, shrinking his flat stomach, opening the gap between his flesh and the tied sleeves. As i stretched my eyes over i could see no eleastic band of underwear. More precum oozed.

‘As i suspected sir’ he turned and said. ‘It’s the stone guard cracked. It’ll need replacing. Unfortunately i don’t hold alfa spare parts’.

‘What am i going to do?’ i asked, fearing i wouldn’t be returning back tonight after all. In which case i was stuffed. If i didn’t get the package i had picked up and handed over by tonight, my boyfriend back home would be wasted. He had got himself into deep shit and held hostage. I didn’t want to ask or know details. I just wanted to pick up whatever it was that was going to get him out of trouble. Shit! My heart missed several beats.

‘Not to worry sir’ he said confidently. ‘A quick weld will hold the bracket in place temporarily. It’ll get you home.’

Relief washed through me like a crashing wave of cool water in this stifling heat. I ran over to him and just hugged him hard, tears in my eyes. ‘Oh thank you, thank you’ i said. ‘You’re a star’.

‘Blimey!’ he responded, ‘it’s not that big a job! Are you ok sir?’

His care and concern was so consoling. ‘Sorry’ i said, ‘It’s just that i need to get back tonight.’

‘How far have you got to travel sir?’ he asked.

‘It’ll take at least three hours, depending on traffic’.

‘Oh you’ll have plenty of time then sir. This wont take a jiff. Have you going in no time sir. You may have time to use your handcuffs before you head back yet’ he added with another giggle and wink.

‘Chance would have been a fine thing’ i said.

He got his gear together and i watched closely as he got to work. God, he looked terrifically sexy with his head guard/goggles on and bright white/blue sparks flying everywhere. I kept going through my mind the way things had gone here. Was he flirting with me or just entertaining me? He was so hot and the more i watched him, the more i wanted him. He was right, i would have time first for some well earnt fun. But could it be with him? How i groaned in anticipation and feverish lust. After just a few minutes the sparks stopped and he raised his face guard with a broad smile.

‘All done for you sir’ he said. ‘This’ll get you home and back again’.

‘You’d like me back?’ i asked, without thinking.

‘As i said before sir, i’m always open for business’.

If these hints weren’t as subtle as an air raid, then i’m a virgin.

I rushed over towards him and hugged his solid sweaty hulk long and hard. Again he didn’t try and shrug me off. In fact I felt his hard-on digging into me. I pulled back and saw the tenting in the front of his overalls. I was in luck!

I held him in front of me and just stared for a moment into his eyes. He stared back and i don’t think he even blinked. I reached my lips for his mouth. As our lips touched he remained still, just slightly opening his lips, allowing my tongue to enter. And boy did my tongue enter. I must have felt and explored every cravice in his mouth. And he tasted so beautiful. As i pulled away to test his face for reaction, a long slither of saliva stretched between our lips like a rope bridge. His expression hadn’t changed. I suspected i had myself a virgin here. I closed my lips onto his again and this time his tongue bagan to respond back. Soon our tongues were wrestling and my mechanic was getting more forceful. I felt him pushing me back up against the car ramp’s central column. Pressed hard against the steel shaft he pushed his tongue deeper into my mouth. He seemed so hungry and an explosion of pent up passion was being released. And it was me who had the pleasure to receive it all.

Eventually he pulled back. With a serious expression forming on his young face he asked, ‘So you like to play with trust? Do you want to find out how well you can trust me?’

‘You want to play with my cuffs?’ i asked.

‘Yeah’ he replied with a cheeky grin, digging the ball of right hand into his groin, as if to stem an uncontrollable drive within. ‘But where and how?’

Pinned against the column i looked around. ‘Here’ i said ‘right here. Do it here!’

He looked me over. His tongue ran round his lips catching a run of saliva dribbling onto his bulbous chest. ‘I’ll have to close up shop first’ he said. ‘Don’t move’.

He quickly turned all the machinery off and let the forecourt doors descend like a curtain at last call. Enough light came through the skylights, so he switched off the lights too.

‘Ok’ he said ‘show me’.

I fastened a handcuff to each of my wrists. I reached up and locked the end of one of them to the frame of the ramp. But i couldn’t quite reach the other side to do likewise. ‘Hang on’ he said, and he dashed off. I next heard the rumbling of metal wheels on concrete. He reappeared with a pallet trolley and pallet board. He placed it under me and said, ‘here climb on. It’ll help you reach better’. It did the trick.

‘Right’ i said, ‘you’ll have to lock my wrist here because i can’t do it myself with just one hand’. Next thing i knew i was handcuffed, fastened tight under the car ramp. Suddenly i felt extremely vulnerable. But then again, this sexy mechanic was so hot, i’d happily die with him. ‘Now i’m entirely in your hands’ i said with a smile. ‘But be gentle. Nothing rough’.

‘Ok’ he said. He came forward and reached out for me. He placed his hands each side of me and gently ran them up and down my torso, seemingly amazed that he was freely feeling up another man, and with no restriction. I felt his warm wet lips against my stomach and the tip of his tongue pressing, poking and licking. He pulled back and giggled in disbelief.

‘You like this, don’t you?’ i said. ‘it’s quite scarey being at the mercy of a complete stranger’.

He came forward again saying, ‘and so you ought to be’ he said with that cheeky grin he had, ‘i could do anything now’.

‘True’ i said. ‘That’s where trust comes in’.

‘But i’m a stranger’ he said. ‘You don’t know if you can trust me’. I began to feel concerned. I’ve never been a champion on judgement of character before. My heart began to race more than before. ‘I mean i could do this with you’.

Fuck! What did he mean? What was he going to do?

He began to undo my belt and flies. He opened my trousers and let them drop. ‘Oh this is big!’ he said, eyes popping out at the bulge behind my CKs. I felt his warm moist mouth round my bulge, sucking at my wet patch threw my boxers. Then i felt him pulling at the elastic. ‘No’ he muttered, ‘that’s would be too easy’. What would, i thought? What’s he up to? He went off only to return a few seconds later with a large pair of sharp scissors. Fuck!

I felt the cold metal blades slipping round my elastic waist band. Suddenly the elastic and linen gave way to the slicing of the blades and as my shredded CKs fell to the floor my nakedness was vulnerably exposed. ‘Mmm…’ he moaned. He took my meat in his hands and played with it, as if he had never ever seen another cock before. ‘What have we here sir?’ he asked.

‘Take it’ i said. ‘It’s all your’s’

He took it in his mouth. I felt his lips close round my cut nob and his tongue massage my slit. Precum oozed and he sucked it all. Next he untied his overall sleeves so that it fell open and down. His hard erect cock poked up at me and a stream of precum fell from its tip to floor as if an invisible spider was lowering itself down off his cock head. Then he stepped out of his overalls. Only his boots remained.

‘Aww man you’re so beautiful’ i said.

My mechanic looked up at me quizzically, as if wondering, should he, shouldn’t he. A grin spread across his face. He stood in front of me again and held our cocks together, side by side, and began massaging them against each other. I thought i was going to come too soon. This was so hot!

‘Fuck me’ i begged him. ‘Take my arse’.

He went off again across the floor and came back with a tool box. What the fuck? But when he got back he just placed it in front of me and stood on it. It put his cock at the level of my tummy button.

‘I need a piss’ he said, and a stream of hot golden fluid spurted from his cock down my stomach, over my groin and down my legs. He climbed down and went behind me. I couldn’t see him, but i could feel the heat of his body. His hands held onto my sides and i felt his cock rubbing up and down between my arse cheeks. His precum was oozing, providing plenty of lube. Then i felt his cock pressing against my hole.

‘Yes! yes!’ i urged him. ‘Fill me with your cream!’

Holding me firmly he suddenly thrust him self in. I yelled out in pain. I wasn’t expecting him to enter so soon and quick. He said nothing. He just starting pumping at my arse.

The feel of his arms round me as i hung there, powerless to his whim. His penis inserted deep within me. The side of his face pressed up against my back. I was being fucked by this gorgeous angel. As he fucked away at my arse, he reached round and grabbed my cock, pumping away at that as well. As he did so i felt my arse grip his cock tighter. The tighter i gripped the warmer and harder i felt his cock to be.

Suddenly he gave out a loud grunt and i knew he was releasing his load. I couldn’t hold back any longer and shot my load too. I was exhausted and ready to be released.

‘That was awesome!’ i said between deep gasps of breath, ‘you can take me again any time’.

‘Thank you sir’ he said. ‘You’ll know where to bring your car next time you need anything done’.

‘You’re on’ i laughed. ‘You’d better let me loose now. I’d better head back’

‘Yeah sure sir. Right away’.

‘The keys are in my jacket pocket’ i told him.

‘As with the jacket in your car sir?’

‘Yes’ i replied, acknowledging the problem.

‘No worries sir. I’ll just climb up and get them’.

Watching him haul himself up was a magic moment in itself. He had such a fantastic body. I was in heaven for sure. I heard the car door open then close.

‘Got them sir’ he called out.

Next i heard what sounded like a stumble. Before my eyes i saw a flash of pink, followed by a dull crack and thud. The mechanic had tripped and fallen and lay broken before me. A pool of blood began to spread around his head. His feet twitched nervously. His tight naked rump twitching too, as if he were trying to get up but just couldn’t get the signals from his brain to his legs properly. Then he stopped all together and slumped.

‘No!’ i yelled.

I suddenly felt the column of the ramp sink about an inch. Suddenly i was aware the generator had been turned off. There was nothing to keep air in the system and this ramp up.

Another inch slipped away.

‘Help!’ i called out with all my strength.

Another inch.

It’s ok, i thought. There’ll be room for me under the car if i position myself carefully as it came down.

Another inch.

But fuck! I was on a pallet to hold me up. I’d be crushed!!!

Another inch.

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And the End??
The light drizzle had changed into a steady cold rain as Ray & I left the bar. He was wearing a London Fog raincoat but my jacket would not keep me dry for very long & I was thankful my apartment was not that far from the Westbury. We didn’t run but walked briskly staying close too the buildings until we reached the front stoop of my building.
Opening the outer door, we stood in the vestibule and I felt Ray squeeze my left ass cheek while I searched for the door key. I had been in bed with Ray only once before but that made it even more exciting, remembering the hard muscles that were hidden under his wet clothes.
He was shedding his raincoat as we walked down the hallway and as soon as I closed the door, he spun me around covering my lips with his. I could feel the passion building between us as we kissed tongues twisting & again exploring, tasting each other.
Holding me tight against him, Ray looked at me with lust filled eyes. He was wearing a white open throat shirt with buttons and I started undoing each one as he held me. His chest was heaving as he breathed and he gasped when I slipped my still cold hand inside of his shirt cupping his thick lightly hair covered breast.
Looking into his dark brown eyes, I started stripping my wet clothes off and watched as Ray’s tight muscled body replaced my memory of him. He had not changed from what I remembered. Dark silky hair lightly covering his thick cut pectoral muscles leading down in a dark trail between classic ripped stomach muscles into a thick dark pubic bush surrounding his thick six inch uncut cock. Full hair covered balls, muscular thighs again lightly covered with hair. He stood about an inch taller then me and we both weighed about the same. He was built like a wedge with wide muscular shoulders & narrow hips. The hair on his chest, stomach and pelvis did not dominate his body. It was soft and silky. I could feel his eyes devouring me as he had done once before, and I felt a thrill of excitement washing over me.
I was trembling as we went into the bedroom my steel hard seven-inch cock throbbing. Clicking on a small night-light we fell into bed with Ray on top of me. Our lips crushed together in a passionate kiss.
‘Mmmmmm’ was all I heard as he bit my tits, sending a lightning bolt rushing into my groin. My cock surged feeling like it was on fire and, I groaned, my muscles tightening. He was as hungry as I was.
‘Eat me Ray, swallow it all.’ I groaned my fingers tangled in the hair on his head.
The fire in my groin intensified as his mouth swallowed all of my cock. I could feel his throat muscles massaging the drooling head as he pulled on my balls. Wave after wave of intense heat rushed through me at the feeling of my cream churning in my balls.
He reversed his body position and pushed his pre-cum dripping cock at my face. I opened my mouth wide letting him push his hot meat down my throat. We both groaned from deep inside sending electric shocks surging through us. Ray was sucking as I thrust my cock deep and he was fucking my mouth with a ferocity that could only mean we both were not going to be very long in reaching a cataclysmic eruption. We both sucked and gripped each other tight and I could feel the juice rising as my nuts tightened. I could feel my cock thickening, getting harder and I felt his filling my mouth as our muscles tightened and we both arched at the waist driving hardened cocks deep as we sent thick gushing streams of hot molten sperm down our throats, filling our mouths as we gulped, sucked and swallowed. Ray and I held each other tight as spasm after spasm we emptied ourselves until our cocks started slowly softening. I gripped Ray’s cock tight
with my lips as he did mine and we stripped the last remnants of our juices from soft cocks letting them slip from our lips.
We both lay quiet for a few minutes our chests heaving as we sucked air deep inside of us. Ray turned around and lying beside me, we kissed softly, relaxing in the warm soft afterglow that always followed a mutually satisfying session of love making.
‘You were just as hot as me Josh. I was thinking about you ever since you left with that guy. I was surprised when you came back in the bar, who was he?’
‘Some guy I met at the store Ray, his name is Barte Thornton.’
‘Didn’t work out I guess.’
‘No, not after I found out he has sex shows for men that pay him to have sex with someone while they watch and he makes a video of it.’
‘You didn’t go for that huh?’
‘No dammit. He could have asked me about it rather then seducing me, getting me all hot and bothered. That pissed me off and I smacked the crap out of him.’
‘What would you have said if he asked you first, would you have gone along with it then?’
‘I don’t know, maybe. He said something about making a lot of money doing it. Have you ever done it?’
‘Once but not with that guy, I’ve never seen him before. Couple of other guys and I did a three-way for some guys and they paid us five hundred dollars each. It was kind of kinky but exciting after we got into it. The older guys like watching young guys getting it on while they jerk off and suck each other. None of ’em touched us though, that wasn’t part of the deal.’
‘Would you do it again if you had the chance?’
‘Well, that is not likely to happen now. I’m thirty-three, and they pay for the young guys like you that are in their teens and twenties, not us old geezers.’ He said, grinning broadly and chuckling softly.
‘I don’t know about that Ray. With your body and a little ‘Just for Men’ to touch up the gray, you’d look as good as a lot of younger guys. Hell, I like the gray myself so you probably wouldn’t even have to cover it up. Barte was saying I could make six or seven thousand dollars for one nights work. That’s pretty good for doing something you like.’
‘That might be so but, from what you said, it’s not likely he will be looking you up again. Are you working tomorrow?’ He asked as he pressed his hardening cock against the silky thick hair covering my pelvis. ‘I don’t go in until six o’clock tomorrow evening.’
‘No, I’m off for the weekend, what’s on your mind.’ I replied, my hips automatically responding to his movements.
‘Just cuddling here with you.’ He said, his beautifully expressive eyes glowing softly. ‘It’s nasty outside and you feel good.’
‘So do you Ray, so do you.’ I whispered, breathing in deeply in anticipation as he rolled over on top of me.
He covered me with his body, and we made love again. Thoughts of Barte Thornton diminishing as we succumbed to the after glow of pleasure and satisfaction before slipping off into a deep sleep his hard body pressed spoon fashion against me.
Copyright 2002 – Lee Mariner

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The Beginning
I was working as a salesperson in the men’s clothing and accessories department of John Wanamaker’s when I met Barte Thornton. He was the type that had an almost hypnotic charisma that filled a room when he walked in. He moved with a confidence and grace, his obviously well-built body at the peak of athletic perfection.
It had been a pretty slow day for a Friday and I was up for the next customer that might walk in when I saw him coming up the steps to the mezzanine floor where men’s apparel was. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him as he reached the top step and stood for a moment before walking down the short three-step flight toward the aisle to where I was standing. A feeling of giddy anticipation flowed over me, as the fires of desire surged in my loins.
He stood about six foot tall, and maybe weighed one hundred sixty five pounds or so. His hair was a brilliant black and closely trimmed. He was extremely well groomed, and appeared to be in his mid twenties. He had a square jaw with full succulent red lips and ice blue eyes. He was dressed in light tan slacks and a pale green chiffon shirt with a rust colored suede jacket. Tasseled cordovan loafers finished his ensemble, and it was impeccably matched and fit as if tailored for him. There was a feline grace in his stride as he moved smoothly across the marble floor. His eyes had held mine since he had reached the top step, and I could feel my heart beat increase as he drew nearer, increasing warmth in my groin spreading upwards throughout my body. The other sales clerks whom I had been talking with looked at me after glancing at him, and one of them said, ‘your up Josh’ but my legs wouldn’t respond as he approached, and stopped just in front of me.
‘Would one of you care too help me?’ He asked in a tone that seemed to caress the ear. ‘I’m looking for a calf skin jacket in black with a red or dark blue interior lining in silk.’
‘We have some over here, Sir if you will come with me.’ I managed to croak.
‘What size and style would you be looking for Mr…errrr. I’m sorry sir, I didn’t catch your name.’
‘I didn’t give it but it’s Thornton, Barte Thornton.’ He said quietly, his eyes laughing as he spoke. ‘I’m looking for an Eisenhower style in calfskin with a black silk or nylon lining in a size forty-four’.
I searched through the various racks while I tried with difficulty to keep my eyes off of him. There were no jackets in the size he had asked for that I could find, and I was racking my brain for a suitable substitute when he spoke excitedly.
I think this is just what I may be looking for.’ He said holding up, and inspecting a jacket of the description that he had asked for.
‘I am sorry, Mr. Thornton, I must have over looked it but it does look like you may have found what you’re looking for.’ I said.
‘I hope so,’ He answered, looking at me, and flashing a brilliant smile, his even white teeth gleaming. ‘I couldn’t find one in New York last week and was hoping you might have what I wanted. Macy’s or Strawbridge’s neither one had my size or the lining I wanted. Hold my jacket for me will you please while I try it on.’ He said.
He removed his suede jacket and the thick deltoid muscles of his wide shoulder, and the lateral muscles of his back rippled under the beautifully tailored chiffon shirt. He had a very small waist, and the thin fabric of his shirt highlighted the thick muscles of his chest and hard ripped abdominal muscles. Slipping the calfskin jacket on, he zipped it up halfway smiling at me as he did, and turned to look into a full-length mirror. The jacket and tan slacks matched perfectly, and he was stunning. When I looked into the mirror at his reflection, his eyes locked with mine, and I shivered at the intensity of his gaze.
‘I’ll take it Mr….’ He said as he turned away from the mirror, and started removing the jacket.
‘Morrison, Mr. Thornton. Josh Morrison. The jacket looks as if it was made for you, Sir, it really looks great.’
‘Just want I have been wanting, Josh.’ He replied jauntily. ‘Charge it to my account and deliver it to the Palmer House off Rittenhouse Square?’
‘I’m afraid it won’t be delivered until Monday, Sir. If you want it any earlier, perhaps you should take it with you.’
‘That’s a little inconvenient Josh, I’m on my way to an engagement, and I’m late now. I won’t be in until later this evening and I did want the jacket for a private party later tonight.’
‘I’m usually off by nine-thirty after the store closes Mr. Thornton, and my apartment is on Spruce St. I could drop it by for you on my way home since the Palmer House is only a block over from Spruce.’
‘I can’t ask you to do that Josh, but I appreciate the offer. I’ll take it with me as inconvenient as it will be since I do want it for later.’
He looked at me with his ice blue eyes, and I knew I was going to deliver it for him.
‘It’s no inconvenience Mr. Thornton.’ I replied softly. ‘In fact, it would be a pleasure.’
‘I really do appreciate your help, Josh, if it is no trouble. I’m staying in suite four-hundred and with any luck, I might be home before you get there, and we can have a drink together.’
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The remainder of the afternoon and evening crawled by. I had my dinner break in the employee’s lunchroom but Barite’s lilting Irish brogue was running through my head like an Irish melody. I couldn’t keep my cock from swelling every time I remembered what he looked like. I kept fantasizing about what it would be like if he and I could spend the rest of the weekend together.
After what seemed like an eternity, the closing bells rang and we put things away. Customers knew we closed at nine in the evening, and many had already left the store except for the usual hangers on that seem to always take their time regardless of the fact that it was yours they were wasting.
Fortunately, my department closed quickly and we turned the lights out pulling the extension gates across the top of the steps. I had the shopping bag that contained Bartes jacket with the sales slip that I showed telling the guard I was going to drop it off for a customer on my way home. I punched the clock, leaving through the employee’s entrance on 13th St. The night was cool but I still intended on going to the Westbury Bar after I got home, showered, shaved and changed clothes into something more suitable for the evening.
Instead of taking Spruce St. to where my apartment was I walked on Chestnut St. That would bring me a little closer and I wouldn’t have to double back but could drop off the jacket and be in my place in just a few minutes. Rittenhouse Square was one of the hottest cruising spots in Philadelphia but it was a little cool for sitting on the benches waiting for people walking their dogs. Dogs were always the best icebreaker if someone caught your eye and vice versa.
The Palmer House sat right on the square and I had heard that the suites that faced the square were always rented. Guests could almost cruise the square from their rooms by using field glasses. I had never been in the place, too expensive for me but I didn’t even question why Barte was staying there. It seemed natural that he would and I had noticed that his account at the store had no limit on it when I charged his purchase.
I went inside and told the clerk at the rather ornate check-in desk that I had a delivery for Mr. Thornton in suite four hundred. He dialed a number and I could see his lips moving as he was talking with someone. Replacing the receiver he turned saying, ‘Go right up sir, Mr. Thornton is expecting you. The elevators are over to your right.’
From what I could see, the lobby was decorated in a burnished gold with dark red damask drapes and potted plants placed at various locations throughout the lobby. The carpet was a plush, very deep burgundy color with golden fleur de leis. There was no sound as the elevator moved up its shaft opening at the 4th floor. A small brass plate opposite the elevator doors indicated the direction of Barite’s and other suites. Reaching the entrance, I started to knock when the door opened silently. Barte stood inside holding the door in one hand and a cigarette in the other with what appeared to be a crystal goblet containing an amber liquid. He was wearing a dark blue brocaded dressing gown loosely tied at the waist and was barefooted.
His blue-black hair glistened under the overhead lights as if it was damp, and his eyes flashed as the door swung back.
‘Come on in Josh, I really appreciate you doing this for me. May I still offer you that drink we spoke of?’ He said softly as his eyes traveled over me.
‘Just a light scotch and soda Mr. Thornton, I can’t stay very long.’
‘Please Josh, call me Barte. Are you sure you can’t stay for a few minutes?’ He said as he handed me the drink in a heavy cut crystal goblet.
The robe belt slipped and the folds of his gown fell open slightly showing his nakedness. He didn’t attempt to close it; and, I had a good look at his magnificently muscled body. Silky black hair surrounded the base of his thick uncut cock, resting on full large balls. He saw me gaping at him and grinning almost impishly, he said, ‘Sorry about that, Josh,’ as he nonchalantly closed the gown and picked up his drink.
Barte’s ice blue eyes bore into mine as he glanced down at my full crotch and whispered, ‘Are you sure you can’t stay for at least one more drink Josh?’
‘I really should be getting on home Barte. It’s been a long day and I need a good hot shower before, I meet with some friends at the Westbury a little later. Maybe you would like to join us for a drink?’ I said trying not to show the excitement that seeing his nakedness had created in my groin.
It was as if a light dimmed in his eyes for a second. Breathing in deeply, his eyes searched mine as he slowly exhaled before saying ‘Maybe I can make it Josh, it might be fun. How late will you be there?’
‘We usually close it at two in the morning, and then get breakfast at one of the all night restaurants.’
‘Sounds like it may be fun,’ He said as he took a sip from his goblet. ‘I have an appointment but let me see what I can work out and I might just be able to join you.’
I finished my drink in one gulp and set the glass on the bar as he opened the door. He stood with his back against the open door smiling as I passed.
In the elevator I kicked myself for not taking him up on his very obvious overture for sex with him but I was really just a little shaken by how quick he came on. That was unusual in the circles I lived in. I wondered, for a moment, what type of an appointment he had so late in the evening when, I suggested his meeting us at the Westbury. Shrugging it off, I hurried out of the hotel for the short walk to my apartment just off Rittenhouse Square. The temperature seemed to have dropped another degree or two and there was dampness in the air that, I didn’t recall as I went into the Palmer House. September could be funny that way in Philadelphia.
There weren’t very many people out in the Square but, it was late and the weather wasn’t the best for cruising or keeping a previously arranged rendezvous.
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My apartment is a second floor walkup and I had had digital combination locks installed after renting it. People moved in and out of apartments and there was always the chance someone could have a duplicate key. The apartment was warm when I entered and felt good. The place wasn’t very large as apartments go, only a single bedroom with living room, kitchen and bath. The rooms were big except for the bedroom and ran from front to rear of the building. The living room was the width of the building with a small hallway to the back, bedroom and bath off of the hallway and the kitchen again the full width of the building. I was lucky finding something so close in too center city with most stores and restaurants within walking distance. Trying to have a car in center city Philadelphia was an exercise in futility what with a total lack of parking space other then on the streets. I made myself a quick mug of herb tea and took it into my bedroom sipping as I walked. I hadn’t made the bed and it looked a bit sloppy but I thought, ‘what the hell its just me here’. I stripped, laying my clothes across the unmade bed and taking another swig of the tea started for the bath and a hot shower.
Glancing in the full-length dressing mirror I had on one wall of the bedroom, I stopped. I saw the reflection of a good-looking, well-built, virile twenty-four old young man. Light sandy hair with hazel eyes and a smooth well proportioned body. I worked out to maintain the finely toned and nicely defined unblemished muscles stretched over a six-foot frame. Thick chest muscles with dark nipples, and hard ripped abdominal muscles with dark silky hair surrounding the thick base of my cock. A better than average endowment of seven plus, uncut inches rested on large full balls. A small waist with hard ass cheeks and thighs muscular from swimming ended in smooth well-turned calves and average size feet. I ran my hands over what I considered a really nice body, and I worked to keep it that way in the gym.
Barte was smooth, ripped and sculpted from what I had seen but I didn’t have anything to be ashamed of.
It was getting late and I showered quickly. Since I had been working in the men’s department, I had acquired a pretty nice wardrobe and selected washed out Bugle Boy jeans with a white Greg Parry pullover. White Nikes and my dark blue lined Munsingwear windbreaker finished it off. Tossing the clothes I had taken off into the clothes hamper and straightened, I straightened the bed linens out before leaving.
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The walk to the bar seemed a little short and I found myself wondering if Barte would be there or maybe come in later. ‘Damn’ I thought as, I opened the door leading into the bar, ‘Why in hell did I run like some scared schoolboy instead of staying with him when I had the chance?’
The Westbury is not a large bar as gay bars go but it was cozy and had an air of intimacy. The music was not so loud that you couldn’t talk normally and usually you could find a seat at either the bar or at one of the several tables and booths. An opaque glass door to the gay friendly hotel of the same name connected it. I liked it over the larger noisy bars. There did not seem to be that many people as I entered, and I looked around to see if I recognized anyone before, I sat on a stool at the far end of the oval bar. I usually did if one was available. I could see the door and check who came in without turning and craning my neck.
‘You’re a little late tonight Josh, what will it be, the usual?’ Ray, the bartender asked as he wiped the surface area in front of me.
‘You got it Ray, nice and cold.’ I answered, looking around the bar and seeing many of the same faces that were always there. ‘Where’s everyone at?’
Ray had been the bartender for as long as I had been coming into the bar. He was in his mid thirties with the beginnings of salt & pepper at the temples. Nice smooth facial lines and brown eyes with wide shoulders, and a well-muscled chest. He was a man in his prime and very confident of himself. I had been to bed with him, and he was more then adequate as a lover. He knew what buttons to push and was not in a hurry to push any of them. He didn’t talk much in bed, or anytime for that matter, he let his hands and lips do that for him. Unlike some guys, Ray will let you know he appreciated being with you and you both were going to enjoy the time spent together.
Ray set my Miller Lite on the bar with a glass and looked at me with both hands resting against the inner lip of the bar.
‘People have been drifting in and out ever since I came on Josh. You looking for anyone in particular?’ He said grinning, his eyes twinkling.
‘I’m not sure Ray, I met him this afternoon at the store. He said me might see me here but he didn’t sound sure.’
‘If he stands you up, he’ll never know what he’s missing,’ Ray said as moved away to serve another customer. ‘Holler when you need another one.’ He called over his shoulder.
I couple of guys I knew came up and said hello with a little chit chat about the weather and all the tricks staying in where it was warm instead of coming out. The usual bar talk with nothing serious. One of the guys had a really nice body and the right equipment and all but, he was like a fucking rabbit in bed. He gave me the eye like he wanted a rematch and hung behind me. Every now and then I felt him pushing his crotch against my ass. When I turned sideways, he shrugged and moved away.
I asked Ray for another Miller and as he was sitting it on the bar, the outside door opened. Barte stepped inside dressed completely in black. He was wearing the new jacket with brushed black leather pants and boots. The jacket was snapped shut but not zipped showing the black pullover he was wearing.
I’m not into leather but I felt a surge in my groin as he stood there his eyes surveying the bar. Ray turned his head in the direction I was looking and then looked back at me.
Barte spotted me and smiled as he walked to here I was sitting. He exuded sex and every eye was on him as he glided across the floor too where I was.
‘I was hoping you would be here, Josh.’ He said as he maneuvered to sit on the stool next to mine. ‘May I join you?’
‘I told you I would be here Barte, and no, I don’t mind. What would you like to drink?’
‘I’ll have brandy if they have it.’ He replied, glancing around the bar, and then looking at Ray as he walked up.
I could see his eyes scanning Barte; but they showed no emotion or indication of recognition. I bet he was filing everything he saw away.
‘Ray, Barte.’ I said, introducing them quickly. ‘Barte would like a brandy.’
I noticed that, Ray didn’t extend his hand like he usually did when introduced or meeting someone. Almost bluntly, he asked, ‘Any particular brand in mind?’
‘I doubt you carry Napoleon. What other brands would you have?’
Ray stiffened briefly, and glanced at me before replying, ‘We do have Napoleon at ten bucks a snifter.’
There was a slight edge in Ray’s voice and, that was not at all like him. It bothered me just a little and, if Barte noticed it, he didn’t show it.
‘I’ll have a snifter then please,’ Barte said smoothly.
Ray walked away without saying anything, and Barte pulled his stool closer to mine before sitting down. I could smell the aroma of unknown but probably expensive cologne as he sat there his blue eyes flashed brilliantly as he watched Ray walk away.
‘Not a very pleasant fellow is he Josh?’
‘You know bartenders Barte, they have good and bad days. This might be one of Ray’s bad ones.
What is that cologne you’re wearing? I’ve never smelled anything like it.’
‘It’s not sold in the states Josh. I pick it up whenever I’m in Europe. It’s Turkish Musk, very subtle and not overpowering like so many of the American colognes made be Calvin Klein and others. I’ll let you have a bottle of it if you would like it.’
Barte was sitting facing me and his hand was moving very slowly up and down the inside of my thigh his eyes looking into mine as he spoke.
‘I was disappointed you couldn’t stay earlier Josh but seeing you now is exciting. You look so much better dressed like this and not in a stodgy business suit.’
I could feel my guts melting as his hand moved closer and closer to where my hard cock was stretched down the inside of my leg. I was breathing heavier as the excitement inside of me increased, and he didn’t take his eyes from.
Barte moved his hand when Ray returned with his brandy. He picked it up and ran the glass beneath his nose inhaling before taking a sip and sitting the glass down on the bar.
‘That’s ten bucks.’ Ray said bluntly with hard edge to his tone.
Barte reached inside of the leather jacket and drew out a fifty-dollar bill. ‘I’m sorry but, I don’t have anything smaller with me.’
‘No problem bud.’ Ray said as he took the bill and returned with two twenty-dollar bills, glancing at me with a faint grin as he put them in front of Barte.
I saw a faint questioning flicker in his eyes before he turned and went to other customers at the bar.
‘Have you known the bartender very long Josh? He does seem a little surly for dealing with the public.’
‘Only from coming in here.’ I lied. There was no reason he should know Ray and I had been in bed before.
My cock was still throbbing as I looked at his profile, it was classic. There was a faint hint of Michelangelo’s statue of David in the smooth lines of his face. The body I already knew matched the statue except David’s endowment was much smaller then what I had seen earlier.
Every time he spoke with that Irish brogue, his words dripped sex. I had met good-looking men before but Barte had a charisma that reached out and pulled you too him. He had an arrogance that came from knowing who he was and what he wanted but he did not seem to push himself on you, and the erotic feelings that rushed through me told me I wanted him, and from the look in his eyes, he knew it.
I was trying to be nonchalant but not succeeding. I drained the last of my beer and looked for Ray to order another when I felt his hand squeezing my thigh.
‘Why don’t we get out of here and go back to the Palmer?’ He whispered with a twinkle in his eyes. ‘I know we would be a lot more comfortable.’
Ray had seen me finish my beer and started to pull another from the cold case. I nodded my head negatively as Barte and I stood up.
Barte left most of his brandy on the bar and turned toward the door. Ray nodded his head and beckoned for me. Barte stopped with his hand on the door crash bar as I leaned over the bar to listen to what he had to say.
‘Be careful Josh.’ He said, glancing at Barte standing and waiting for me. ‘He’s dangerous.’
His comment surprised me but, before I could ask what he meant, he had turned away.
I shrugged and left with Barte.
‘What did Ray say as we were leaving Josh?’ Barte asked as we were walking up Spruce St toward the Palmer house.
‘He told me to have a good time.’ I lied but not sure why I felt I needed to.
The walk to the Palmer House was quick and we were in Bartes suite before I realized it. He took his jacket off casually throwing it in one of the chairs as he went to the bar.
‘I believe you were drinking Miller Lite, Josh, so if you don’t mind, I think I’ll join you in one.’
The black pullover and brushed black leather pants seemed to enhance the perfection of his body. Smooth muscles rippled as he moved and his biceps hardened as he removed the twist-off bottle caps. I could see a pronounced bulge in his crotch and wondered if he was wearing jockey or boxer shorts. I hadn’t seen it before but he had a tribal bracelet tattooed in black around the thick bicep of his left arm just below the tight short sleeve of his shirt. I didn’t object to tattoo’s but didn’t have any myself. This one on Barte only made him more masculine as it seemed to interlock the symbols as his bicep flexed.
‘Josh, will you excuse me for a moment?’ He asked as he handed me my beer. ‘I’ll be back in a minute.’
Barte disappeared into the bedroom carrying his beer with him. I looked around the sitting room. It had more space than my entire apartment and I wondered what the rent was. The room was furnished in masculine browns and tans with several Corinthian leather chairs and couches. The carpet was a thick dark brown with what looked like a Chinese puzzle design in the center in contrasting hues of gold, black, and dark red. There was a huge mirror where the built in wet bar had been strategically placed so that it reflected the entire room. I was looking in the mirror when Barte came back in the room, and my breathing stopped for a moment when I saw him.
He had changed and was dressed in a sheer white linen robe that had black Romanesque borders. Every curve, every line of his magnificent body was clearly visible, and his cock swung like a clock pendulum from side as he moved toward me. The soft room lights seemed to create a golden aura about him as he moved to where I was standing, his icy blue eyes boring into mine.
The only muscle in my body that responded was my cock thickening as it hardened. I was so entranced that
my beer started slipping from my hand and I grabbed it. I know my mouth must have been hanging open but I managed to gasp, ‘My God Barte, you are fantastic God you’re gorgeous.’ I stood fixed in one spot as my eyes devoured the absolutely fantastic vision that stood like statue only inches in front of me. I had never seen a man as magnificent in my short gay life.
Barte removed the beer from my fingers and sitting it on the bar with his he turned toward me smiling.
‘Why don’t you get comfortable Josh? I know you would feel better in this other robe.’ He asked as he extended his left arm displaying another robe.
I didn’t notice he had been carrying another robe over his arm when he appeared from the bedroom. It looked like a duplicate of the one he was wearing draped over his broad shoulders with the belt loosely tied around his narrow waist. The sheerness of the cloth made Barte appear even more perfect and desirable.
‘Sit over there, Josh.’ He said softly, sexily, indicating one of the huge leather chairs. ‘Take your shoes off and let me undress you.’
Barte stood close as I was removing my shoes and I could see his cock had lengthened considerably but it still looked huge, even in a semi flaccid state.
Standing barefooted, he moved closer and put his arms around me pulling us together in a crushing embrace. His lips sought mine, and his is tongue flicked over my lips demanding entry into my mouth. I felt his hands
exploring, squeezing the taut muscles of my back as I opened my mouth accepting his tongue in a battle with mine. The passion was building in both of us and I felt the hardness of his cock pressing against mine.
As he pulled my shirt over my head, I unsnapped my jeans, and in one smooth movement, he pushed them down over my hips taking my jockeys with them. He had withdrawn his hips slightly as he pushed my clothes down
and when my cock sprang free from it’s confinement, his icy blue eyes blazed brightly, and he ground his groin into mine, his hands holding my ass cheeks tight as he crushed our cocks together.
His eyes were filled with hot lust, and I could feel the immensity of his cock as he drove it into my crotch pressing his hard muscled body tighter against me his thick muscled arms holding us tightly together. My breathing had become ragged and it felt as if he had sucked the life out of me with his passionate kisses.
Barte did not say a word during the time we were exploring each other’s bodies, his eyes and hands were telling me what he wanted. Waves of lust and desire washed over me; and, I didn’t resist as he guided
me into the bedroom.
I was so hot that I didn’t pay any attention to the room except it had a large over King size bed that seemed to swallow us as we lay on it. He covered my body with his as his tongue and lips drove me crazy with desire and need. Twice he sucked my cock bringing me almost to the point of exploding, and then he would release me kissing me softly allowing the exciting, pleasant urgency slip away. The excruciating need to empty my nuts was driving me to distraction but I was in a euphoric stupor and let him do what he wanted. It didn’t matter that he had not offered himself to me once during his sexual onslaught. I was engulfed in exciting, erotic clouds of ecstasy.
Barte had touched and kissed all of the nerve numbing secret spots he had found as he explored every nook and cranny of my body, and I felt like I was on fire about ready to explode if I didn’t cum soon.
In the sex, lust filled recesses of my mind I heard a knocking sound, and I felt Barte leave the bed with a muffled curse. Through passion-hazed eyes, I saw him leave the room closing the door behind him.
Breathing in deeply for a few minutes to clear the sex haze, I rose up my elbows and looking around the room, I saw four video cameras mounted on tripods with their lenses aimed at the bed. One camera was strategically located at each corner of the bed but there was no light indicating the cameras had been on while we had been in bed.
There was another wet bar in the room, and several chairs sitting around. It was like a small theatre and that sudden realization made me sit bolt upright, Ray’s warning of Barte being dangerous flashing through my head.
I jumped out of the bed looking for my clothes before remembering that they were in the other room. I saw the blue robe that Barte had worn earlier when I had delivered his jacket draped over the back of a chair, and I put it on walking to the door barefooted with the robe around me.
As I reached for the knob I heard muffled voices but I could make out what was being said.
‘Is he ready Barte?’ A deep husky voice asked overlapped by another equally husky voice saying, ‘George and I had been waiting for you to get back from Europe, and from what you have said this kid must be exciting as hell.’
‘Don’t worry Gregory, he is as hot as a firecracker, and I guarantee you will get more then your money’s worth.’ Barte answered.
‘At a thousand bucks for an invitation, he had better be, Barte.’ The second voice said threateningly.
‘That fee covers the cost of these rooms unless you would rather I set these sessions up in some dump over on South Street but, I don’t think you will be disappointed.’ Barte replied. ‘Just as long as you don’t forget that the copies of the video tapes are two thousand bucks for each copy you want. Josh is over eighteen so there is no problem with being a minor. Let me get his clothes and things in the bedroom for the visual effects and give me five minutes before you come in. Your chairs are set up, the cameras will be on automatic, and we will be in bed. Remember five minutes after I get back inside.’
‘Will we get anything other then just a show Barte? I want my cock sucked as well as watching you and what’s his name fucking and sucking each other. Do you think he’ll let us fuck him for more money?’
‘Jesus Christ. What in the hell have I gotten myself into?’ I thought in a near panic as I listened to Barte and whomever else he was with. I was about to open the door but I hesitated when I heard Barte speaking again.
‘We’ll have to see about that George. We don’t want to push him too far the first time. If he is as good as I think he is going to be, there might be repeat shows later, and who knows maybe in Europe as well? Don’t forget, five minutes before coming in.’
In the silence that followed, I felt like every ounce of my strength had left my body. I felt shamed and violated by what I had heard, and I couldn’t believe Barte was selling himself and me.
Where I had just felt drained, a rage filled me as I moved away from the door, and waited for him to come back into the bedroom.
I took Barte’s robe off and stood naked off to the side of the door waiting for him. When he came in carrying my clothes, and he didn’t see me in the bed, he turned and I hit him as hard as I could. He dropped like a wet fish on the floor throwing my clothes left and right as he did. Grabbing my clothes I started dressing, and cursing him as I put them on. ‘You lousy son of-a-bitch, you dirty cock-sucking bastard. I came here with you thinking you wanted to be with me but not you, you bastard. Your going to sell tickets for people to watch us having sex while making videos to sell.’ I growled, standing over him, and breathing in deeply.
‘But…but, Josh, I was going to tell you and split the money.’ He whined, cowering almost at my feet.
‘I don’t care what you were going to do sucker not one fucking bit. But, if you get up from there before I get out of here, I’ll bust your fucking head. Goddamn it Barte, you’re nothing but a filthy money grubbing bastard. You didn’t have the guts to ask me if I would do it. No, you thought if you got me all hot and horny, I would go along with you. Christ you must thing everyone falls for you like I almost did.’ I said, breathing heavily, still filled with rage at his being so deceitful.
‘Josh, please.’ Listen to me.’ Barte pleaded. ‘A good looking hot stud like you can make yourself six or seven thousand dollars for just a few hours in bed. Together, you and me, we can clean up, and those men outside will pay almost anything to watch us having sex, and maybe suck them off. Christ Josh, what’s wrong with that?’
‘What’s wrong Barte? You ask what’s wrong? You didn’t have the decency too ask me if I would do it. Maybe I would have if you had asked but you didn’t trust me. God knows, I wanted you bad enough and I still do but if you had trusted me, I might have done it but I’ve never done anything like it and probably would have turned you down. If you want to sell yourself, that’s your business. I can’t condemn you for that but, playing with someone’s emotions like you played me, that’s wrong, Barte’
The rage and shame in me had subsided some and Barte got up moving away from me and sat on the edge of the bed nursing his jaw where I had hit him. He would have a bruise there for a few days. I was fully dressed when the door opened. The five minutes that Barte had given them had elapsed and the two men whom he had been talking with entered the room. I recognized Gregory Manning and his eyes got so big I thought he was going too run.
‘You and your friend come on in Mr. Manning.’ I said grinning broadly at his surprise. ‘Don’t worry, no one is going to find out about this. Barte made a mistake by not telling me what we would be doing when he brought me here.’
‘Damn Josh, I didn’t connect the name when Barte mentioned it outside. I didn’t know you were into this though.’
‘I’m not Mr. Manning. If you were listening, I just said Barte made a mistake but I am surprised that you are.’
‘Gregory, you and Josh know each other?’ Barte said from where he was sitting on the bed his robe open revealing his magnificent body, and his very impressive although flaccid cock.
‘Mr. Manning is a customer at the store and also the Vice-President where I bank, Barte.’ I replied, answering for a still somewhat shocked Gregory. ‘We’ve known each other for time haven’t we?’
‘Oh yes we know each other quite well on a business level.’ Manning replied in a subdued tone. ‘Josh is the
main reason I visit Wanamaker’s making if obvious that I’m there for more than a new suit or shirt. I keep hoping he will give me a tumble but, I doubt it will happen after this.’
The situation had calmed down some and Barte got up closing his robe. The man named George hadn’t said a word while we were talking, just stood listening before he spoke.
‘I guess this means the deal is off then. No show, no sex right.’ He said in an irritated tone.
‘If you mean with me involved in it, you are right.’ I answered. ‘What you work out with Barte is between the three of you. As for me, I’m going back to the Westbury: and if I’m lucky, a man that wants me for me will be there.’
I didn’t wait for anything else but, as I started to leave brushing past Gregory Manning and he took my arm, and squeezed my bicep as he whispered, ‘Are you sure you won’t change your mind Josh? I’d love just seeing you in bed making love too yourself.’
Manning was not really that bad looking, and although he was an older man, I knew from having fitted his suits, he was still well built and not flabby like many older men. Grinning at him, I said quietly, ‘Come by the store on Monday, Mr. Manning, I have a couple of suits that you might like.’ I saw a faint glimmer of hope in his eyes and squeezing my arm, he winked.
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Because of the hour, there was no one at the desk as I left the Palmer House. The main doors were locked but a smaller side door was used at night and pushing on the panic bar it opened. I stepped out of the door and stood under the burgundy canopy in the crisp night air for a minute breathing in deeply sucking the cold refreshing air into my lungs.
I was still horny but I felt better. I checked my watch and there was still enough time left before the bar closed that maybe I would get lucky. The damp mist had changed into a very light drizzle. Turning the collar up on my jacket I headed back through the empty Rittenhouse Square to the Westbury at a brisk walk. The cold drizzle wouldn’t help anyone cruising, and the streets almost empty except for a few cruising cars that would pull up beside the curb. The drivers old and young alike showed their hard cocks hoping you would get in. Most of the younger drivers were jailbait, and could even be plants by the police. I never did figure out how the cops could get away with that kind of entrapment but they did.
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There were only a few hanger-ons that looked up briefly as I walked in. Ray was behind the bar washing glasses, and glancing up as I entered, he shook the water from his hands and with a quick dry on a towel, he pulled a Miller Lite from the case and carried it to the end of the bar where I always sat.
I lifted my buns up on the stool, and accepting the beer I took a long pull before sitting it on the bar and emitting a long sigh. Ray didn’t say anything; he stood in front of me with a soft look in his eyes.
Taking another long pull at the beer and looking at him as I did, I sighed, ‘It seems like there are leprechauns in Philly and Ireland Ray but, not all of them lead you to hidden treasures. At least not the
kind you hope for.’
With a twinkle in his eyes, he moved to the other end of the bar to care of the waning number of customers that were still in the bar hoping to score. The younger tricks had already left, and the older men that were left were probably waiting in vain or they might pair up with each other. The guy that Ray had served a beer too looked at me longingly but even as horny as I was, I averted my eyes. You could see he needed a place to flop, hopefully with a warm body. I felt a little sorry for him, the thought going through my mind that ‘but for the grace of God, there go I.’
Ray sat another beer before me replacing the almost empty bottle. I was thinking about what had happened, and realized that there had been some exciting moments when Barte was teasing me, lifting me to an almost cataclysmic climax and then allowing me to drop off. He made it feel as if my body was going to explode from the intensity of the desire and urge to blow my nuts. Barte was good, and he really had me turned on until I heard what he was planning.
‘Maybe,’ I mused softly, feeling my cock swelling as I thought about what had happened. If he had asked me before he got me so hot and bothered, I might have gone along with him and given those men a real trip into the voyeuristic world they enjoyed. There wasn’t really anything vulgar about it, two older men probably jerking off as they watched two young healthy horny guys having sex. It was pretty much like looking at porn videos of muscle bound guys having sex and you jerking off as you watched them.
The thought flashed in my mind that maybe Manning wouldn’t be that bad in bed. He was nice looking with thick silver hair and blue eyes. I had seen him half stripped when he tried on trousers in the store, and he was well built and solid for someone probably in his early sixties, and I was hoping he would come into the store to check on the suits I had mentioned when I left.
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I sat sucking on my beer bottle wishing I had something else to suck on, with all different thoughts running
through my head and must have been off in a fog not seeing Ray standing in front of me.
‘Getting ready to close Josh, you want one more beer before I close the cash register?’ He asked.
‘I can think of something I want more than another beer Ray but, it looks like another beer is all I’m gonna get.’ I answered.
‘I wouldn’t be to sure, Josh.’ He replied, his eyes twinkling as he looked at me. ‘I don’t know very much about leprechauns but, I know where one lives if you think you might be interested in what treasures he has to offer.’
‘Do you think he might be interested in going to bed with a fairy?’
‘Don’t see why not Josh, from what I’ve heard fairies and leprechauns get along pretty well together.’ He said grinning broadly. ‘Let me get this place closed and maybe we can find out.’
The intense urge in my groin increased as I watched Ray move back to the cash register with the same grace that Barte had. When he removed his apron and moved his hand over the huge bulge in his groin, I knew the night was not going to be wasted, and I stood up rubbing the hardness lying alongside of my thigh.
Copyright – Lee Mariner

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I’ve told you how I met Anthony [First Time With A Man]. At a porno video store visiting in his town on business. About half drunk. Sucked his big, black cock through a glory hole. He sucked me off. Invited himself to my hotel room. We sucked some more. He fucked me.

After that I visited his town as often as possible for him to use me. Eventually he used me with others members of his family, his friends [Anthony and Friends]. I keep going back to his town. Can’t get enough of him, or his friends for that matter. He makes me feels so good.

I am a married, white man, a company executive, travel on business servicing clients at first, then Anthony, sometimes Anthony and his friends. I service my clients’ businesses; Anthony’s cock, balls, his whole massive black body, all his most perverse desires for man to man sex.

I worship Anthony’s cock, his kinky-haired, big, muscular, workingman’s body with big nipples on his hairy chest, taut belly accented by a deep navel, and firm thighs, prominent butt cheeks. He makes me feel so good.

Anthony is 6’4′ about 240#. I am 6′ 175#. My dick measures 7.5×5′ when hard and is cut. I have big, lowhanging balls in a softly haired sack. Anthony’s cock is a full, thickly-veined 9×6′ uncut, a generous foreskin covering his racquetball-sized knob until I peel it back to reveal his helmet-shaped head, and the big pee slit usually oozing a steady flow of sweet, musky pre-cum by that time.

To say I am white and Anthony is black does not really describe us exactly. I am usually well tanned since I live in the south, get lots of exposure to the sun, some times at a nudist beach. Anthony though is more of a deep chocolate color, most of his naked body anyway. His cock, balls, the crack of his ass is indeed black, much darker than the rest of his coloring. We both have black hair and black eyes, but his lips true to Negroid features are much thicker than mine as is his nose. My nose is very Roman in appearance, aquiline, thin and sharp, not thick and flared like Anthony’s.

The contrast in our skin coloring is part of what excites me about being with him. The other things that excite me the most are his domineering ways, his gentleness another contrast, and of course his big, black cock.

When I meet Anthony at the hotel where I have rented a room for my stays in his town, always extended beyond the time needed to take care of my business clients there, we usually turn some heads. I meet Anthony in the hotel bar most of the time. Either I am waiting for him to show up, or he is there waiting for me when I get to the hotel from work. Anthony always makes a point of hugging me when we meet. He pulls me close, chest to chest, crotch to crotch with him, cups my butt cheeks in his hands and kisses me on the neck, or right on my mouth when I offer it to him. Sometimes I do offer my mouth to him, just to see the reaction of the good old boys at the sight of a big, black, workingman kissing an averaged size white business man in a suit and tie right on the lips while we are in a close embrace.

We have a few drinks together. Me most often more than Anthony because I know I need to be well relaxed since I am about to get my ass plowed by Anthony’s big, hard cock, and I suppose because Anthony knows he needs to drink in moderation so he can do just that, get hard, stay hard and fuck me for a long time. Anthony knows I adore his cock. He knows once is never enough for me. I want to suck him and him fuck me most of the night if not all night.

After a few drinks we head for my room. That turns the heads of the good old boys some more. They watch Anthony and me leaving the bar for my room. Often Anthony has his arm draped over my shoulders, or his hand caressing my butt. Some times I have my hand cupping his crotch. It just depends on how much attention the good old boys have been paying to us, and how much we want to mess with them. (Later all that fucking around in front of the good old boys led to a real exciting and scary night for Anthony and me, but that is another story.)

Out of the bar, across the lobby, into the elevator, some times even in the elevator and down the hall to my room, it is obvious to any onlookers Anthony and I are going to my room for more than just a business meeting. The only thing I can think of that would make it even more obvious that we were going to my room to fuck is if I was a woman or dressed as a woman a white woman with a big, black man in a southern town. Anthony and I are close, touching, feeling each other intimately. In the elevator he kisses me, feels me up more, and I fondle his cock and balls, feeling his cock swell in his pants.

In my room this night a night when we put on quite a show for the good old boys in the bar, the desk clerk, and other guests in the lobby and on the elevator, Anthony pulled me to him and kissed me hard on the mouth, snaking his tongue between my lips, pressing it deep over my tongue, his thick, red lips pressed hard against my thinner, pink lips. He stripped off my clothes roughly. Yanked off my necktie. Ripped my shirt open, popping the buttons. Pulled my undershirt up over my head and left it there. Whipped off my belt and jerked my pants and underwear down past my knees with one move.

I stood there naked except for my socks and shoes, hobbled by my pants and underwear on my lower legs. Anthony forced my hands behind my back and tied my wrists together with my necktie. He put his calloused hands on my shoulders and pushed me to my knees in front of him.

‘Unzip my pants, take out my cock and suck it,’ he hissed at me, anger in his voice, the roughness of his handling of me this night shocking me, even though I knew he was domineering, and I did like that dominance, being used.

‘Anthony, you asshole, how can I do that?’ I asked him, ‘you’ve tied my hands behind my back.’

Leering down at me with a lascivious grin, his pearly white teeth showing behind his full lips, he answered, quietly and calmly, ‘With your teeth you stupid slut. Unzip my pants with your teeth. Take out my cock with your tongue and suck it. Use your teeth only on the zipper dummy. You bite my cock, I’ll beat you to a pulp.’

I shivered with excitement at the way he was dominating me. We were going to have a good night. I was sure of it. I was his slut, whore for his cock, a dummy for letting him use me this way, expose me in the hotel bar, lobby, on the elevator. There was going to be a price to pay for this, not doubt. Even though I did not know what it was to be. The good old boys have watched us closely. But right now what I wanted was Anthony’s big cock in my mouth, up my ass. I wanted to be his black cock slut, whore now.

I pressed my face to his crotch. I fumbled with my lips and tongue to open the flap of his pants, to capture the zipper between my teeth. I caught it and pulled it down. All the way. Immediately I smelled the musk of his working day, the sweat, a hint of his manly odor, pre-cum?

I snaked my tongue inside his pants. Wriggled it into the cloth of his underwear. Felt his wiry pubic hairs, the base of his thick cock.

Damn, I thought, it’s half hard and getting harder. How am I ever going to get it out, into my mouth?

I worked my tongue down. He got harder.

Shit, this is not going to work, my mind raced. What do I do now?

I pressed my face harder into Anthony’s crotch, smelling his musk. I tried to wrap my tongue around his cock and extract it from his underwear, tasting his musk. It was so thick. My tongue would not go all the way around it. I moved down lower, sliding my tongue on his shaft, struggling to find the head. His cock got harder and longer as my tongue wet him.

‘Shit, you hopeless, cheap cock slut,’ he hissed at me. ‘Pull that cock out of there with your mouf and suck it.’

He put a hand on the back of my head and pressed me harder against him. I pressed my face lower, reached my tongue out further. Suddenly his long, thick shaft lurched out of his underwear. It arched up, smearing pre-cum over the side of my face, bobbed up and down against my cheek, wetting my face more with his slime.

‘Now baby, there you got it. Suck it,’ Anthony said.

I licked the base near his scrotum. Ran my tongue up the veiny shaft. Along the thick vein on the bottom. Down one side, back up over the top. It lurched. I tongued the other side. I took the head, covered by his foreskin between my lips. I closed my lips over the knob and stuck my tongue in the opening of his skin covering it, tasting and feeling his copious flow of slimy juice, the bulbous head with its big pee slit. I tongue fucked his foreskin for a while, then I closed my lips tight over the flap of meat and pushed it back over his fat helmet locking his foreskin behind the big knob.

‘Oh yeah, baby, suck that cock,’ Anthony moaned.

I sucked it. His rough trousers, the zipper punishing my lips, his cock going a bit deeper in my mouth with each stroke.

‘You did it, honey,’ Anthony finally said sweetly, his demeanor changing from mean to loving. ‘You took out my cock with your mouf and you are sucking it so good. I want to fuck you. You want me to fuck your ass?

‘Mmmmnh, unh, huh,’ I mouthed around his cock, nodding my head up and down still tonguing and sucking his cock.

‘Mm, n, uh,’ he mocked me. ‘Tell me, slut. You want me to fuck you?’

To answer him the best way I could think of with my mouth full of his cock, my hands tied behind my back, on my knees, I arched my hips back, trying to show him my bottom. I drove my face forward taking more of his cock in my mouth, the zipper really punishing my nose and lips now. ‘Ummmmn, muck me,’ I moaned.

Anthony laughed. His cock jiggled in my mouth. More pre-cum flowed coating my tongue. ‘You do want it, don’t you baby?’ he said. ‘You want this big, black cock in your tight white ass, don’t you?

‘Mmmmfh, mmmfh, mmmfh,’ I mumbled, moving my head up and down and sucking on his throbbing cock.

‘Okay, honey,’ he said. ‘I was just playing wif you. Just having some fun. I’m gonna fuck you good now.’

‘Mmmfh, slurp,’ I mouthed as he pushed my head back forcing my mouth off his cock with a juicy plop. His pre-cum mixed with my saliva ran down my chin onto my chest.

Anthony looked down at me, past his muscular chest, his big nipples, over his stomach, arched up, slimy cock, dangling balls wet also with our juices. ‘You just a damn mess,’ he said. ‘Your mouth and chin, chest all wet.’

He knelt with me. Kissed me on the mouth. Laved our juices off my lips, from the inside of my mouth. He bent over further. Licked my neck, chest, nipples. Sucked them. Cleaned all the slime off me. Went further down. Tongued my navel. Took my cock in his mouth. Sucked it. Licked my balls while sucking me. Went further down and mouthed each of my balls, one, the other. Bent me back onto the floor. Opened and lifted my legs. Slid his tongue up and down the crack of my ass. Rimmed my anal ring. Put his mouth over my cock. Engulfed it and sucked it. Sucked me until I came a load of creamy cum into his mouth.

Although overwhelmed by pleasure my bound hands behind my back were making my arms hurt as he sucked me off. I grimaced in pain after the pleasure of his sucking me to a hard cum subsided.

‘You hurtin, baby?’ Anthony asked me.

‘Yes, damn it,’ I answered him. ‘My arms are killing me.’

‘I don’t want to be hurtin my honey,’ he said. ‘I want you to feel good. You want me to go get them white boys from the bar? Make you feel good?’

‘Anthony, are you crazy?’ I yelled at him. ‘They will kill me. You have any idea what it is like for a white to be fucked by a black man in the south?

‘Yes I do,’ Anthony said. ‘Must be kinda like slavery. Like being lynched. Like separate water fountains. Bathrooms. The back of the bus.’

‘Anthony no,’ I pleaded. ‘Don’t do that to me. I have no doubt I will have to be careful in this town after this. They will be looking for me.’

‘Don’t you worry, sweetheart,’ Anthony assured me. ‘I’ll take care of you. Me and my friends,’ he grinned at me again lasciviously, showing his pearly white teeth. ‘Let’s go get more comfortable in the bed. I want to fuck you,’ he concluded.

‘Umnh,’ I agreed, thinking he might finally untie me, but oh no. He just helped me to my feet, with my arms still bound behind me. He guided me to the bed. Laid me on my back, hurting my arms again. Despite the pain since it was slight and I was sure now he was going to fuck me with his big cock, give me the best of our pleasure, I relaxed. Opened my legs wide and lifted them up.

Anthony got between my open legs. His whole body. He bent his head. Grasped my cock. Guided it to his mouth and engulfed it. He sucked me for a few minutes. He licked my balls, mouthed them. He bent me up higher. He kissed my cheeks. Licked my crack. Rimmed me.

He had brought the lube, our favorite Astroglide. He oiled me with it. He pushed it into my crenolated ring. Shoved it up my ass with his fingers. Lubed his cock generously.

This is how Anthony makes me feel so good.

He props up my head with a pillow so I can watch him. He knows I like to watch. He put another pillow underneath me, lifting my hips. He leaned over and kissed me. Nuzzled my neck. Kissed my nipples. Sucked them. Moved down my body, kissing, licking, sucking, tonguing. Took my cock in his mouth. Sucked it. Licked my balls. Mouthed them.

I was raging hard, my cock leaking pre-cum. My whole body tingling.

Anthony raises up. Rocks back on his heels. He puts the head of his cock in my crack. Slides it up and down. Using his hands, he works the head all around my hole, strokes my cock. Pushes forward. ‘Unnnnngh,’ I grunt. The thick head of his cock forces my sphincter open. ‘Unnnnngh,’ I grunt again.

I look down. Love to see his cock enter me as I feel it slide into me. His dark black erection enters my hole. I feel the veins in my channel. The fat head plowing into me, opening me for him. The thick shaft sliding deeper.

‘Ummmmnhhhh, oh yeah, fuck.’ I watch his big black cock go even deeper. His wiry pubic hairs press against my crack. His big balls rest against me. His 9′ cock, all 6′ of his thickness have splayed me open.

He pulls back slow. ‘Ooooooooooh,’ I moan. ‘Ummmnnnggggh,’ he pushes back into me. Slides back, pushes in, slides back. ‘Oh yeah, fuck me,’ I plead with him. He fucks me slow at first. He has this special way. How would I know since he was the first man to ever fuck me, unless and until he had his friends use me? He has this special way. When he is buried to the hilt, he hunches, humps. I don’t know how to describe it. His cock is all the way in me, and he is still thrusting. He is touching some special places. He wriggles his hips around worming the big head of his cock and the shaft around in my hole, opening me wider.

I am just moaning and groaning. He starts long dicking me. Sliding it in deep. Pulling it way back. Slow. All the way in me. Almost all the way out. Pauses. Hunches. Wriggles. Long dicks me for several strokes. Pauses. Hunches. Wriggles.

I start cumming. Shoot my load all over my belly. He fucks me right through my orgasm. Long dicking me steady now as I cum for him. Then I feel his cock throbbing in my asshole. So deep. I am stretched so wide. His cum spurts, shoots into my ass. It is so warm, slick, slimy. It slithers into my crack as he keeps fucking me and keeps on shooting in me.

His cock sliding back and forth in my ass is now making a gushy sound. He leans over me and kisses me. I can’t see his cock in my ass anymore, but I can sure feel it. Still moving, still fucking me. He stays hard and just keeps on fucking me until I cum little dribbles again, and he just keeps on until he cums again, filling me with another load.

He turns me onto my knees, ass up high. Keeps on fucking me. Wraps his hand around my now shriveled but still slimy cock. Keeps working his cock in my asshole. Fucks me and fucks me and fucks me.

He is bent over me. Fucking me. He kisses, licks, tongues my ear. Fucks me. Fucks me, and fucks me. He cums again. I feel him throbbing, shooting his jism into my rectum. It is running down over my balls, over his. He just keeps on fucking.

He raises up. Sits me down on his still stiff rod in my asshole. Reaches around and strokes my cock more as he is still fucking me. He throbs again. Another load of his cum shoots into my bowels as I cum for him one more time.

I collapse onto his cock. His cum oozes out of me around his thick shaft, over his balls.

‘Unnngh,’ I moan as he lifts me off of his thick meat. I feel so empty. My hole is gaping. He pushes me forward and slurps the cum out of my ass. Rolls me over and licks me clean. I twist around on him and take his cock in my mouth. Suck, lick, clean him as he is me.

The whole room reeks of cum. Man musk. Sweat. I am sweating. Anthony is sweating. We clean each other with our mouths.

I collapse on the bed. Wasted. Thoroughly fucked. Fall asleep.

In the morning I wake up. Groggy. My mouth is full of Anthony’s cock. I am sucking him. Kissing, licking, tonguing his cock and balls. Taking his cock as deep as I can in my mouth. He gets up on top of me. Sits on my chest. Fucks my mouth until he cums.

I like big, chunky wads of cum in my mouth. That is just what Anthony gives me. Not any of the thin, watery stuff some of his friends spray into me. But thick wads of his first load of the day. When I suck him off the second time. He fucks my mouth until he fills it again with his cum. His jism is a little lighter, not so chunky, but still thick, slimy gobs. The third time it is a bit thinner. Stays at that same consistency each time after that. He has never gone past filling my mouth with five loads. So I don’t know how the sixth one might be.

This time after feeding me three loads of cum, my jaw starts aching. He must realize it. He slides down my body. Lifts my legs. Tongues my ass. Wets it with his saliva. Lubes it and himself with the Astroglide. Eases his cock into me and fucks me up the ass.

When we finish this time we go shower together. We soap each other. Stroke each others hard cocks. He turns me around. Fucks my ass one more time. I kneel and suck him in the shower, cleaning his cock with my mouth. He sucks me off.

We rinse. Get out of the shower. Towel dry. Dress for work. I will meet him again that evening. His cock will be hard. His cum thick again. He will make me feel so good again. Throughout the day I will be thinking of him. Thinking of his big cock using me. Fucking my mouth. Fucking my asshole.

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Taylor stared at the house from inside his beat up Chevy. Not much seemed to have changed, though the place looked like it needed painting. It had been nearly 5 years since he last saw the place, and lots had changed since then. To begin with he would be a senior at College next year, something many never expected to see him reach. Least of all his father, and siblings, but his Mother had pushed him hard, and though she wasn’t around now to see, he was doing what she had always thought he could do, to be someone.

He never expected to ever come back here, and his memories of that day when he had left with his Mother, hearing the shouts and anger coming from the rest of his family, still hurt, but he had become accustomed to the dark memory. It was part of what had driven him to succeed, and he took some satisfaction in knowing his older sister and brother had failed while he had succeeded.

Still it wasn’t much of a comfort now. The loss of his Mother to Cancer had changed all that, and was why he was back here, where he had learned what it meant to be Gay in a family of devout Catholics. All he had grown up believing in had been taken from him when his father had found him with his long time friend, Chase.

Just thinking of Chase gave him a boner. The guy had always been a looker, something Taylor wasn’t, least in his own eyes. Others would disagree but then they didn’t know Chase. That was a perfect match of face, body, and personality rolled into one sweet package. Chase was a natural blonde, long hair that always stretched down his back and around his slender neck. His lips were pale and thin, that matched his nose. The eyes were always a sparkling deep aqua marine green color that used to make Taylor’s heart skip a beat or two.

Back then Chase was slender, but with muscles. He wasn’t skinny, but his body was a perfect match for him. He moved gracefully, even then. The legs were long and the thighs were solid mass, and you could see the muscles when he was running in his gym shorts. It really was an image that Taylor missed seeing in person.

Back then they were friends, had grown up together and gone thru Catholic School together. They shared many classes and would always joke about the Nuns or Priests that taught them. It was all part of growing up, and so naturally, they had experimented with each other. It wasn’t like they were screwing each other either, but they touched and just enjoyed each other.

Taylor thought he had felt it more, had wanted to do more, but he was always scared that if he said anything, Chase wouldn’t understand. Even that day, when his Father had caught them, it wasn’t anything serious. They were just playing and so what if he had a hard on? Didn’t make him evil, but he had seen the look on Chase’s face while his father was cursing them both and calling on God to wreak his vengeance on them. It was one of fear, of complete desolation. It was also the last time he had seen Chase.

The rap on his window startled him and he turned around quickly. He had been so lost in his memories he hadn’t even noticed the tall lanky young man that now stared at him through his car window. His heart skipped a few beats as he rolled down his window, to once more look into the twinkling eyes of his childhood friend.

‘Thought it was you man, so, you staying in that wreck of a car, or you coming out?’

He smiled at Chase as he listened to the voice greet him. It was a bit richer in tone than he recalled, but the look and expression was exactly as he had remembered. Nothing seemed to have changed and the smile was warm and inviting. He grinned as he opened the door, making Chase step back a step or two.

As he climbed out of the car, he took it all in. His eyes moved up and down to see what had changed, and if anything Chase looked hotter than ever. His body was still lean, but more defined and the face was still a perfect match. The hair was a bit shorter, but still hung below the collar of his open shirt. A few chest hairs showed that somehow made him grin even more.

His eyes had wanted to stay glaring at the tight bulging package too, but he resisted the temptation. Still it looked fuller and more inviting than he remembered. Chase was still Chase he though as he stuck his hand out.

Instead of grabbing it, Chase merely smiled and reached around to hug Taylor. The press of his body up against his own made his heart race even faster. He was surprised by the sudden embrace and felt the hard press of Chase’s groin into his own, and his body reacted naturally. Panic gripped at Taylor as he felt his hard cock pressing up against Chase’s warm body.

‘Still the same horny bitch, I see’ Chase remarked as he stepped back, his hands still holding onto Taylor’s shoulders. The eyes still sparkled as they stared at each other for several minutes, the unspoken words hanging over their heads like swords.

‘You know me, easily excited’ was all Taylor could manage in response. He felt uneasy, wondering about all that must have happened. They hadn’t spoken since that day, and all he could recall was that look of horror on Chase’s face. Yet he still hoped, as Chase dropped his hands from his shoulders, smiling at him.

‘Yeah, you learned any control since?’ The evil little grin on Chase’s face made Taylor feel a bit weak at the knees. He could feel his old friend laughing at him, on the inside. It was always a joke between them, at how easily Taylor would always cum. He hadn’t the nerve then to tell Chase, that it was simply because of how much he wanted Chase. That his presence, his naked body, was too much for him to have any control at all. Looking now into Chase’s face, he realized that Chase knew.

‘Some, depends on what I am looking at’

‘Yeah? So no special friends waiting back at the College?’

‘Special? No, no not really, just friends, but nothing special’

‘Really? Figured you’d have a half dozen or so under your thumb, doing your bidding’

“Yeah right, as if. And you? You got yourself anyone special? Bet you have a whole slew following you around.’

‘Me? Never, I am the shy type’

‘Oh Christ, you shy? You? Hell that is almost like saying the Pope supports Priests being married! Come on, anyone special?’

Chase looked down at his feet, then back up at Taylor. There was a strange sadness he had never seen before and it made Taylor suddenly stop grinning. It hurt to see that look, and he wished he had something smart to say. Instead he just stared as Chase looked back at him, letting the silence grow for a few seconds.

‘No Taylor, no one special, not even close to being special, least not since you left’

The words just hung in the air. Taylor didn’t know what to say or do. He wanted to reach out and hug Chase, but he could feel the eyes of the neighbourhood on him. Hell, he could feel the piercing eyes of his father boring on his back, as the sound of a door opening and slamming shut, echoed. It was almost as if a wall had suddenly descended between them, as they just stared at each other, unsure what to say or do next.

Suddenly they were surrounded by his family. His brothers and sisters were all slapping him on the back, including his father. Chase had stepped back, that same sad look across his face as Taylor was welcomed home. It was as if the past no longer existed, as if nothing had ever changed. Even when his father had hugged him, welcoming him back it all felt unreal. Only the look on Chase’s face was different, was what somehow seemed to matter the most to him, as he was swept up in the charade of being back.

He was being swept up in the moment by his family and he found himself suddenly back inside his childhood home. Nothing seemed to have changed much, other than the furniture was a bit older, more rickety but still the same tired old stuff he remembered. The pictures were still all there, the various school photos on the mantle, including his own.

While the pictures of his siblings grew older, his remained the same. New pictures were there of his family, showing them getting older, but his seemed frozen in time. It was a sad reminder of what had happened and still, over the whole parade of pictures, was the wooden cross he had always remembered. Still weathered looking, and still seeming to be watching over them all.

Despite numerous attempts, it took him several hours before he could slip away from the family. Darkness was already falling as he stepped out of the house and stared along the forlorn looking street. He sighed, staring at all the places where his childhood memories had been made, seeing it all look a bit dirty, a bit rundown.

He began to walk along the street, noting how nothing much had changed on the block. The houses all looked the same, and yet while some had fresh paint, none seemed to be quite as he had remembered. Thinking still of Chase, he began to seek out their old haunts, to try and recall all that they had done at each place.

None of it seemed to help, as he couldn’t shake that image of Chase looking so pained. Nor could he ignore the words that still rang in his head. Maybe he should have tried to contact him before now, but he never knew what to say. He was also afraid.

Without even realizing it, he had walked to that one spot, where he and Chase had always escaped to when troubled. It was a small secluded spot, overlooking the neighbourhood. It was part of the cemetery and as he walked up the little embankment, he realized someone else was already there. He quickened his steps as he hoped it would be Chase, and as he reached the top, where the huge tree stood silently on guard, he recognized the lone figure, sitting quietly.

Chase looked up as Taylor approached. There was pleasure there, but also sadness that made Taylor hesitate for a moment, before he too sat down under the tree. The darkness was growing as they sat there, staring out at the neighbourhood. He didn’t know what to say and the silence felt oppressive as he kept wondering, kept hoping.

He could feel Chase’s presence, and yet he didn’t know what to say, or do even. Taylor felt uneasy as he thought back to all the times they had met here. The fun they had shared, wrestling under this very tree, the times when they had talked about all sorts of things, including their hopes. It was also here where they shared their pain too. When Chase had been whipped by his father for coming home with poor grades, or the time his father had slapped him for staying out too late. All that had easily passed between them, and yet now, it all seemed like a dream.

Slowly he let his hand move from next to him. Taylor was afraid, but he couldn’t let it go either. Thinking of Chase for all those years had been what kept him going, though at times he had tried to push those thoughts away. His hand moved until it was next to Chase’s. He could feel the warmth and no matter what, he couldn’t let it go again.

Taylor reached out and placed his hand over Chase’s hand. He felt it jerk a little, then relax as they sat there. As the street lights began to turn on beneath them, Chase finally spoke, in a soft sad tone that made Taylor quiver.

‘I waited here, that day, you never came’

‘I couldn’t, the fighting and yelling went on for hours’

‘and after the yelling? I stayed up here, waiting’

‘I didn’t know, it seemed like I would fall asleep to them yelling at each other, at me, and I’d wake up to it. It went on for days, until well, you know’

‘yeah, sucked then, sucks now’

‘you still pissed at me?’

‘for what? Leaving?’

‘well, that too, but for, well, your folks must have gone nuts too, specially your dad’

‘No, it wasn’t your fault we got caught, besides it wasn’t like we were really doing anything. And no, the old man surprised me, he didn’t go ballistic on me, hell he didn’t even yell at me. It was all kind of strange really.’

‘What?  I would have thought he would have taken off after you, he did for far less shit.’

‘Yeah, but no, he hardly said a word, and its strange, but ever since then, I don’t know Taylor, he changed. He hasn’t even come close to trying to smack me or mom around.’

‘Well that’s good at least. I was worried about that. I know I should have called or something, but I was too scared. I thought he might come after me, and then my own dad, he was nuts back then. I think my Mom thought he would hit me or worse.’

As he spoke, Taylor reached out, his fingers wrapped around Chase’s hand and he held it tightly. The touch of his hand around Chase’s made him quiver a little, as he tried to figure it all out. He had never really thought about the ‘what if’s’. He had been too absorbed in his own pain to give more than a casual thought to what it might have been like for Chase.

‘And after? You didn’t even let me know you were leaving. I heard it from the gang at school. It was like you totally forgot about me.’

Taylor turned to stare at Chase. He saw tears running down his cheeks, and it hit him. What he had always dreamed of, hoped for, had always been there. Only he was too scared to realize it. How stupid could he have been?

He moved himself over, to let his body lean next to Chase. His heart was pounding as he brought his hand and Chase’s, up to rest on his lap. Chase’s hand suddenly held onto his tighter and he could hear the deep breathes of his friend, as he tried to regain his composure.

‘I never forgot about you, Hell Chase, I even dream of you, from before I left, to even now.’

‘Really? I can guess what kind of dreams those were.’

Chase suddenly leaned over, and rested his head just under Taylor’s shoulder. Out of reflex, Taylor moved his arm up and over his friend, and held him close as Chase snuggled in closer. He could feel his warmth as he felt his body relax. It was more than he had ever hoped for, as he leaned towards Chase as well.

‘I guess I never really thought it was possible Chase.’

‘When we’d mess around, I used to wonder why you never said much, or tried to, you know, get uh, more, I mean, shit, you know what I mean.’

‘Yeah, funny, I used to think that way about you too, then I’d think of the Priests at school, and wonder if I did do more, if you would run away, or get pissed and slug me, not like I couldn’t take you or anything, but, well…’

‘Oh right, you take me? Hell Taylor I could have kicked your ass with one hand behind my back, still can.’

Taylor looked down at Chase to see the sparkle had returned to Chase’s eyes. He laughed as did Chase. Suddenly it was like nothing had really changed, and they sat there, holding each other and just simply enjoying the press of their bodies against the other.

Chase’s hand slowly began to rub across Taylor’s thigh and upper leg. He felt his muscles tingle and his body quiver at the soft caress of Chase’s hand as he let the warm night breeze ease the tension in his mind. He sighed as he stroked the side of Chase’s head, playing with the long soft hair that fell across his shoulder.

‘Taylor? Uh… this sounds weird, but uh, you ever taken it up the ass yet?’

His hand stopped moving, as did Chase’s. He looked down to see Chase staring everywhere but at him. He could feel the tension too, as Chase’s body grew taut.

‘No, no not yet. Mostly, I mean, so far, I have uh only uh, fuck, this is weird, but no, I haven’t let anyone go there yet. You?’

‘No, no one.’

‘How come? I mean, you have messed around since, right?’

‘Hell yes, I am no virgin, but I don’t know, it just never seemed to feel right, I mean a few tried, but I wouldn’t. It just, seemed like I wasn’t ready for that, or for it to be them. You? I mean anyone try?’

‘Yeah, some, but it just wasn’t, same reason I guess.’

‘We are a couple of weird queers, sucking cock and yet guarding our asses like sacred ground. Think we’d get our membership cards revoked or something.’

He laughed a little and looked at his friend. Taylor could see the glow, and he could feel his own desire becoming painful. His whole body was aching, and as he ran his finger down Chase’s cheek, and then across his lips, he felt the soft press of the lips against the finger tips. Taylor sighed, feeling very comfortable with Chase in his arms.

‘Truth is Chase, I didn’t want just anyone to do it. I used to dream about what it would be like, to have a cock in my ass. Hell, I still do.’

‘Then why didn’t you?’

‘Cause, well, they weren’t you. Sounds silly, but Chase, it only made me want it, if I could imagine it being you. When I’d think of other guys doing it, it just didn’t make me want it. Besides, we did so many things together, it just felt like, something like that, well, it should be you…’

Chase was silent and his hand had stopped caressing Taylor’s leg. Then slowly he leaned up, and moved himself further up along Taylor’s frame until his face was level with Taylor’s. He looked into Taylor’s face and smiled, as he bent his head forward and closed his eyes.

The press of Chase’s lips on his mouth didn’t surprise him and he opened his own mouth, as Chase let his tongue slowly move inwards. He pressed harder with his lips, while slowly tasting the insides of Taylor’s mouth. He moaned as he wrapped his arms around his friend, holding him closer.

Even though his eyes were closed, Taylor could see flashes of light exploding across his vision. He moaned softly as he drank from Chase’s mouth, swirling his own tongue across and under Chase’s. It was like a deep drink after a hot long day.

His own hands moved down the front of Chase’s body, touching and caressing the shivering body. His hand reached between the shirt and skin, and moved down. He could feel the muscles of Chase’s belly rippling as he rubbed the hot skin with his hand. Taylor’s mind was drifting off, almost as if he was reliving one of his many dreams about Chase. He groaned a little more as he felt Chase reach down, and push against his crotch. His cock was already hard as the hand moved across and over it.

The ache in his groin was growing, and he could feel his balls hurting too. The press of lips and mouth grew harder as they kissed. Chase would pull back, nibble on Taylor’s lower lip and then suck on it, while Taylor would shake to the rolling sensations that it gave him. Then he would nip at the upper lip of Chase, sending those feelings right back at his friend.

Together they hung tightly to each other, kissing and touching, as if it was all new to them. Taylor could feel the beat of Chase’s heart as his hand moved across it. He felt the sigh more than heard it, as his hand teased one of the firm nipples under Chase’s open shirt.

The night grew dark as they held each other and kissed hard and often. Taking breaks to reach down and kiss or lick under the other’s chin or against the exposed flesh of their chests. He would bite and tease the nipples, then pull back to feel Chase do it back to him. They laughed as they sighed, and he could feel the pain in his groin growing, just as he could feel Chase’s own hard cock press eagerly against him.

Somehow they had managed to slide down, and lay prone on the hard dirt under the tree. The wind whistled through the heavy foliage of the tree, and the stars were beginning to show up in the sky, as Chase leaned up on his elbow and looked down at Taylor. His eyes were sparkling as he idly traced a pattern across Taylor’s chest with his fingers.

‘Taylor?’

Taylor opened his eyes to stare up at Chase. He saw the lips tremble a little as Chase looked back down at him. All he could feel though was a sense of joy that he never thought he would feel. The closeness, the scent of him only made him feel like he had just found the secret to eternal life. It was sappy to think of, but he couldn’t deny the feelings he was having for Chase.

‘Uh huh.’

‘I have a condom in my pocket.’

‘I hope that means you want to use it’

‘I do, uh, you have one in your pocket?’

‘Uh huh’

‘You want to use it?’

‘Uh huh’

‘I was hoping you would say that’

With that Chase leaned back down, and kissed Taylor again. He let his head move slowly downwards, kissing Taylor’s body as his hand moved down, and began to unbutton the pants. Taylor sighed as he reached down, to take his condom out and put it where he could easily reach it. He had felt Chase already do that with his own, and he smiled, knowing that tonight they would both leave their special spot, having once more experienced something for the first time, together.

It was all just like his dreams had foretold him. Even the rustling leaves above were like he had dreamed as he felt his pants sliding off his body, his cock stretching at the fabric of his shorts.

Just like his dreams.

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