Making Punks


Back when I was in college with Chris, one of the things we both agreed on is that we'd never back down from anything or anyone ,with in reason, if our sex lives every became an issue. Luckily, our school was such that those that noticed did not seem to care, and to everyone else, we were just two more anonymous students.

We only had a problem this one time. It was early in the spring semester of our sophomore year. There were these two guys on our floor at Munster Hall; Jake and Kyle Bronson. They were brothers, a couple of golden boys. Blond hair, blue eyes, real ladies men... as well as a couple of real tools. Word got around that Kyle had date-raped some girl on campus and that when she tried to press charges, Bronson's parents had paid her off. She left school and was never seen or heard from again. Her name was Tracy White.

To some at our school, this was a badge of honor; to the rest of us, it made us hate these two cocky bastards with such intensity it was palatable. There were two camps here at school; Pro Bronson and Con Bronson.

So anyway, it was late this one night. I had been studying since after dinner and my eyes were bleary from reading text books and highlighting needed passages. Chris, who had been in soccer practice earlier, was on his bed, a statistics book cracked and his face buried in it.

At around midnight I closed my book and, feeling like I needed some fun, climbed into bed with Chris and grabbed his crotch. He smiled closing his book and returned the favor, massaging my already hard cock through my pants. We did not say a word but just pulled our dicks out and began jerking off; checking each other out and working our pricks for all they were worth...

... that's when our dorm door flew open and there stood the Bronson brothers smiling like a couple of fools.

"Hey, look at the faggots," Kyle said as his brother pushed forward and rushed us climbing on to the bed.

Honestly, it happened so quick I kind of had a hard time digesting it. The both of them were on top of us, trying to get in some punches and talking trash.

It took a second for surprise to turn to rage, and I shot up and managed to throw Jake on to the floor and then jumped him and sucker punched him in the gut with everything I had. The blond cried out and said, "Fucking faggot!!" I pulled back and hit him with a mean right hook in the jaw that shut him up; a small trickle of blood coming from his lips.

I turned and saw Chris had Kyle on his stomach and was twisting his arm behind his back. The guy was bucking and yelling but Chris kept his arm locked and was in fact pulling his forearm up even further. Seeing that Jake was momentarily not a problem, I went over to assist my buddy and yelled out, "Chris, give him to me, let me hold this bastard so you can teach him a lesson".

Chris jumped up and Kyle fell off the bed and I pulled him up by his hair and then put him in a full nelson, meanwhile Chris got to his feet, and assumed his boxing stance and threw a couple of punches at Kyle's mid section with such force, even I felt them. Then Chris pulled back hit Kyle square in the jaw with a wicked round house punch. I let go of the fucker and he flew across the room on top of his still prone brother.

The Bronson boys lay on the floor gasping for air while Chris and I stood over them. Our cocks still stiff and poking out of our pants.

Years of wrestling with each other and playing sex games had pretty much made us experts at inflicting pain, furthermore we knew it was time that we turn the tables on these two fucking straight boys and show them what it felt like to be used and abused.

We took our shirts off first and saw the brother's eyes grow wide as we told them that we were going to fuck their asses, and when Chris planted his foot on Kyle's chest and flexed a victory pose, well that was the cherry on top of the cake.

Jake was the first one to plead with us; "Come on guys, it was just a joke, we didn't mean anything, come on let us go, it's cool!"

Chris gave Jake a fierce open handed slap across his baby face and said, "Yeah, great joke, just like the one your fucking brother pulled on Tracy White!"

That shut Jake up but Kyle still had something to say; "Hey you better hope nobody finds out what happens here ... or it'll..." he paused.

"It'll what?" I asked stroking my cock, "Come on tough guy, what are you going to do?"

Chris winked at me and we went at it...

... first we tore their clothes off, every stitch they had and, damn, but the Bronson brothers were a couple of hot pieces, that's for sure, then we got some rope and tyed their arms behind their backs and lay them face down on the floor ... lastly we gagged the both of them with their own t-shirts ...The Bronson boys were secure, they were not going anywhere. Before we did anything else we checked the hall outside our door and saw it was empty, and then we took their clothes and put them into the trash chute that led to the furnace... shoes, and wallets and car keys went down in flames. We high fived each other, went back to our room and locked the door.

The first thing we did with our punks is taunt them. Chris asked them if they'd ever been fucked...of course they could not answer ... and then I asked them if they'd ever been dry fucked ... they squirmed and their tight little blond asses looked so inviting as they tried to free themselves ... Chris went to the closet and took a couple of belts out and we wasted no time tanning their hides, deep down, I could feel an evil sadistic side of me bloom, I mean these fuckers deserved everything they were getting, but still It felt so fucking empowering beating them senseless...

... We took turns assaulting their asses with the leather straps, twenty rounds and then switching off...they were both sobbing like little children - muffled pleadings issuing forth- but it was all for naught; Chris and I were going to fuck them.

With out the benefit of spit or lube, it was a tough fit, but we mounted the squirming bastards and we pumped them for all we were worth.

Every now and again we'd pause, catch our breath and lean over and kiss each other.

Chris was fucking Kyle and I was fucking Jake.

Then we switched.

I remember saying, as I entered Kyle, "Nice ass punk, tight like a virgin pussy".

Chris yelled out, come on man, let's come all over their faces.

We pulled out of them and flipped them over, straddled their chests and jerked off until we both came...cum sprayed all over the bruised bodies of the Bronson brothers...

When we where done we stood over them and Chris spat on Kyle and said, "I hope you fuckers have learned your lesson..." Kyle nodded, his eyes red from crying. I looked and saw his brother do the same.

Chris went into the bathroom first and washed and dressed while I kept an eye on the punks, and then I did the same, dressed and cleaned up.

We untied the both of them, helped them to their feet. Any fight or cocky attitude these guys may have had was all gone as we showed them to the door and threw them out into the hall, naked and battered, and locked the door behind them...

Honestly, we were a bit scared after the adrenaline rush finally wore off. We talked about the possibility of police and other things... but in the end...

... The Bronson Brothers left our school two days after they were punked. Word went around campus that they decided to go to school out west...somewhere...

... whatever.

All Souls Night


I was outside under a blood red full moon and I was fucking some guy I did not even know. In fact I didn’t even know his name; I think it might have been Fred, or maybe Ed. I did know that he lived a few miles from the house Stu and I were sharing; I also knew he was digging the fuck I was throwing into him, he was begging me to go in deeper and he kept saying, “Oh man, this is so fucking awesome” … he was stoned; we were all stoned … that group of guys in the field behind our house that Halloween night in 1977.

It was Stu’s idea to host a little Halloween get together. Chris and Andy were the first to show up, and then Mitch came. Lately, Mitch was always around, that hot little beautiful guy who was a mix of Italian and Spanish and American Indian … in fact I knew that he and Stu were more than just mere fuck buddies lately, and it saddened me that my relationship with Stu was obviously coming to an end, but what could I expect? He had always been a free spirit, and you can’t pin his type down, but still, I had something of a heavy heart as I knew which way the wind was blowing.

Later on, a group of guys from the Jasper Commune, a group of hippies that lived a few miles from us, showed up. We’d become friendly with most of the men from this farm. They raised sheep and chickens and did all of this organic farming. Most of them were long haired earthy types and as hard working as they were (and they were, trust me) they were always ready to smoke a joint or go for a roll in the hay. I really don’t know if these guys identified as gay, not that I cared, but they were a frisky, friendly bunch and I liked them.

Well It did not take long for our little function to turn into a sex party. Stu was sitting on a an easy chair by the front door stroking his cock after smoking a bowl of some righteous Colombian weed one of the guys from Jasper had brought, Blue Oyster Cult was playing on the stereo, Don't Fear the Reaper echoed through All Souls Night and my boyfriend was waving his cock around asking if someone wanted to suck him off. I stood up and before anyone could say or do anything I said, "OK, let's take this outside, to the field behind the house, let's have our own little pagan fuck fest!"

One of the guys from Jasper, Fred or Ed yelled out, "Cool, fucking in the moonlight, I can dig it", and faster than you could have said, Trick or Treat, the field behind our home was filled with horny men.

A small bonfire was built and one of the Jasper guys, this gorgeous stud who called him self, Dog, was naked dancing around the fire like some kind of shaman. His long hair flowed behind him as he got in tune with the spirits of the night. Just then someone came up behind me and put his arms around me. I could tell he was as tall as I was. He smelled of something flowery, I was not sure what it was. I turned and saw this sweet faced guy with a mop of unruly dirty blond hair in curls that framed his face so that he looked like a painting of some woodland spirit. His bare chest adorned with tattoos and around his neck he wore a six pointed star, a pentagram and he took me in his arms and swept up and began to clumsily but enthusiasticly kiss me. I grew hard in his arms and we ground our hips into each other there in the cool night air.

A blanket spread beneath us, it was not long before he lay with his legs spread and I entered his tight ass. The moon light bathed him in a strange muted orange glow and his eyes reflected that light. I fucked him with wild abandon while his hands reached up and grabbed at my biceps. I threw my head back for a second, catching a glimpse of that monstrous moon that hung over head and then I looked down and over and saw that Stu and Mitch were double fucking some guy near the bonfire. The site of them going at it with this other guy filled me with so many conflicted feelings; it also made me more excited so that when I turned my attention back to Fred, or Ed, I saw that I was pounding him so hard now that he and I were pretty much off edge of the blanket and on the cool damp grass. He said, "Oh man this is so fucking awesome", and I agreed it was.

Just then someone came and crouched down by us. It was Andy. His cock was stiff and dripping, I looked over and smiled at my old friend and he leaned over and kissed me on the mouth. I motioned to Fred, or Ed's ass and said, "Want some, bro?" and then let the little stud take over. He power fucked Fred, or Ed and frankly I don't think the hippie had any idea that somebody new was doing him. I stayed with them for a few minutes just digging the scene and then strolled over to the barn where I found Chris, ever the Alpha Male, fucking the brains out of some guy on the sling. I did not go in the barn, instead I just watched as Chris did his lust dance-watching while his body moved in that strange way it did when he was getting off. I stroked my own cock while doing the voyeur thing and then I was joined by Dog who was standing next to me. From the barn's diffused light I could make out his face, movie star like in it's perfection, his hair auburn and just the faintest trace of facial hair at his chin. We kissed and groped each other and he got down on his knees and began to suck me off. I rested my hands on his head and pulled him to me and felt as his fingers traced the outline of my ass while he blew me. Once again, I through my head back and saw that moon it was so bright and it seemed so big - was it really that big all of the time?

Dog stopped and stood up and we kissed again and then I dropped to my knees to give him head. His cock tasted like honey, really like it had been dipped in something sweet. I made my tongue flat and let him go in as deep as he could and I reached up with my left arm and grabbed at his left tit and gave it a pinch and he let out an approving sigh and then pulled me off his cock and for the third time we kissed again. This time we just faced each other, our cocks touching and we smiled at each other and he said, "Moon brother" in a soft sensual voice, "Your smile is hiding something", and he was right it was, and I wanted to tell him what I was feeling but before I could say anything he motioned to the barn and to Chris and said, "He's your real soul-brother, you guys have this link, I can feel it..." I shook when he said this and Dog took me in his arms and held me gently and said, "In time, brother, all be well in time", and then he kissed me one more time and said softly, "Go to him, tell him how you really feel", and with that he faded back into the night...

I stood stock still for a second, another of the Jasper men came up to me, a short, wiry guy with a very muscular build, this was the one they called, "Monster", he was naked except for an opened fringe vest and he fished into the pocket of the vest and produced a joint which he lit and then handed to me. I inhaled, deeply, letting the smoke fill my lungs, I felt Monster gently touch my chest, his fingers lightly flicking at my erect nipples; I handed the jay back to him. Monster had a scar on his left cheek it betrayed his pre-hippie life I supposed (a knife fight or something, I never asked). Monster put the joint in his mouth, lit end first and pulled me forward and gave me a power hit. Once more I inhaled the smoke. This time it was hot, it burned my lungs... Monster took the lit joint from his mouth then crushed it out and slipped it back in his vest pocket and said, "Come on, looks liken orgy going on over there", and he pointed to the heap of bodies by the bonfire; asses rising up and down, moans and muffled groans, arms and legs akimbo ... I followed him to the seemingly pulsating mountain of flesh.

At the bonfire mouths and hands and asses were offered around. Someone had grabbed at my cock and I closed my eyes and let myself be pulled into the pile of men. I was on my back, somebody was sucking at my cock and someone else was sucking on my left nipple, a hand was massaging my balls and when I opened my eyes I saw a group of wild creatures, not quite men, not really animals cavorting above and besides me, the fire turning them all into orange skinned daemons ... I felt a cock enter my ass while someone lifted my thighs to meet this lover's dick...I was numb from the pot and yet, at the same time, every nerve in my body seemed to be sparking with some kind of electric spasm. One of the Jasper men, a slim guy with shoulder length hair was fucking me now ... he was good ... I saw Monster kiss him and then I saw Dog standing over me, his cock a silhouette thanks to that bloody moon, I watched his precum drip and I opened my mouth in hopes of catching some of it ... Stu was on his back next to me and Mitch was fucking him ... Andy and Fred , or Ed, were standing next to the guy fucking me ... Andy moved and sat on my chest, his cock stiff, and he played with my nipples some and then laid across me and filled my mouth with his cock ... I sucked my buddy off and he moaned in grateful appreciation, and then we all moved, like some kind of mini quake had occurred and I was lifted up and someone was kissing me and holding me around the waist and I found myself kneeling over the raised ass of Mitch and I plunged my cock into his tight, hard ass and secretly felt much delight when the bastard cried out in pain ... and some one was next to me and I turned and saw it was Chris, his thick dark curly hair slicked back into something of a pompadour, and he was fucking Stu, and Stu was crying out also and Chris kept slapping his ass, and the crack sound it made whenever he did this echoed through the night. All around us the others were doing the same. All of these beautiful men fucking each other and the light of Diana high above, the mute witness to this pagan celebration of Halloween Night.

Chris leaned over and kissed me and then told me to pull out and switch with him and I did, and now I was fucking Stu while he took care of Mitch. I followed my buddy's lead and we kept it up even when they screamed, and they did scream, we fucked them even harder and when we came it was at the same time and I think I might have howled, head straight up at that moon when I did and Chris might have done the same thing and when we finished, our seed deep inside our two prone partners, we feel into each others arms and we kissed and we kissed and we kissed...

Like drunken sailors we helped each other up and pulled back from the orgy which was still going on; the Jasper guys were now taking turns at Stu and Mitch's upturned asses and Andy was off to the side wrapped in the arms of Fred, or Ed. Chris led me away and as we moved on I saw Dog look up from the pile of men and he gave me a smile and winked and mouthed, "Moon brother" again...

We found a couple of blankets in the barn and wrapped ourselves up in them and walked over to a clearing in the field and made ourselves comfortable. Then we lay together looking up at that moon and said nothing eventually we feel asleep in each others arms...

White Tights, White Heat

Being a wrestling fan, I wanted nothing more than meet, wrestle, and fuck Tom Zenk - The Z Man.

He reminded me of Stu (the hair), Andy (the face), and Chris (the body). He was the total package as far as I was concerned. I jerked off to video tapes of his wrestling matches back in the day, more than I did to any porno tape. Sometimes I imagined swallowing his cock, or sucking his nipples.
Sometime I dreamt of getting fucked by him; of having him bang me in to next week. Other times, I imagined fucking him, making him beg for mercy, having him plead with me, making him scream...He was, in my opinion, one of the most beautiful men ever to grace the television screen in the 1980's.
I wonder what how his sweat tasted...

Three Way Trick, Three Way Treat

So there I was, in bed, naked, stroking my cock. To my left was my fuck-buddy, Van and to my right, my latest obsession, Rick. I was glad that Van was getting a chance to meet Rick, and vice versa; I was also glad that three of us were going to fuck.

It was the Saturday before Halloween, 1986. Rick was over for the weekend again, lately we’d been spending more and more time together. Sometimes I’d fly out to Colorado, while other times Rick would come east. My credit card was getting a work out, but love knows no financial limitations, I suppose.

Rick and I were getting serious, no doubt about that. Our extended-long distance weekends were usually spent beneath the sheets, but more than that, we were making plans for the future – our future. But in spite of all of that, Rick shared my enthusiasm for experimentation. We had engaged in a couple of three-ways and even an orgy once. However, when all was said and done, we fell back into each others arms, happy that we had found each other, secure that we’d go home together. This was the relationship I’d always wanted… the realtionship we both wanted...


So there we were in bed. Me in the center. The TV was on; we were watching professional wrestling, the three of us getting off on the beefy guys beating the hell out of each other. Lex Lugar was working up a sweat busting some jobber on the screen. The sound was muted and the stereo was on, softly playing a local radio station. It was late, the glow of the TV and a couple of candles on the dresser provided light.

Rick leaned over and began to nibble on my nipple. I felt his rod pressing up against my thigh as he did. I held his head down at my chest and whispered that I loved him into his ear. He rose up from me and looked me in the eye; “I love you” he said, his eyes reflecting the glow of the candles.

We kissed one long wet and sloppy one.

On the TV Tom Zenk was flexing his muscles, his package bulging mightily through his tights. I pulled Van over and told him to suck my dick and he obliged and then turned back to Rick and kissed him again.

Rick watched Van go down on me and then pushed Van’s head down on my crotch and said, “Suck him, motherfucker”.

I kissed him again while Van slurped at my engorged member.

Van adjusted himself and was between my legs, his head bobbing up and down. I had a hard time catching my breath and began to arch my back. Rick moved over and kissed my chest and started biting my nipples again. I reached around and grabbed at his cock and gave it a yank. I got a handful of pre-cum and brought my fingers to my lips to taste his salty seed.

Van kept sucking.

“Why don’t you fuck him?” I groaned to Rick.

Rick got up and went to the head of the bed, in the dim light I could see his cock bouncing as he stood in front of the TV and watched as he flexed, his lean arms notwithstanding, a couple of impressive biceps bulged, and then he pointed to Van’s upturned ass and I saw his impish expression as he quickly grabbed a condom and encased his cock and with out a word rammed himself into the guy who was sucking my dick.

Van jerked up for a moment, his eyes wide. He let out a yell and Rick said, “Shut the fuck up, you know you want it, bitch”.

I could not believe what I was hearing; who knew my little guy could be such a top man?

I heard a loud crack as Rick slapped Van’s ass and began pounding him in earnest. I grasped him by his hair and pulled him back down on my own cock.

On the TV I saw the wrestlers bathed in sweat, chest to chest. The Z Man was punching his opponent into submission.

Rick was pounding Van into submission also.

“Fuck his ass”, I commanded.

He looked my way his eyebrow arched, and he grabbed Van by the left shoulder and pushed into him even more. Once again, Van lifted his head and cried out. I rammed my cock back into his mouth like a gag to shut him up.

I got to my knees and arranged myself and fucked Van’s face while Rick took care of his ass. Then I leaned forward and pulled Rick towards me and we kissed, the both of us using Van for our pleasure; getting off on his hot mouth and ass.

On the TV, I caught a glimpse of a wrestler holding another down on the mat, on his back, like he was fucking him.

I got off the bed and stood behind Rick, my cock rubbing up against his alabaster ass and rubbed up against him. I brought my arms around my lover and slowly entered him even while he fucked his conquest. Rick was moving in wave like motions, and his ass met my cock and I went deep inside of him in no time.

“Don’t stop, keep fucking that bastard” I whispered in his ear. I reached around and began to pinch his tits while the both of us were engaged in a duo-fuck.

Van let out deep growl first when he shot his cum up, some of it landed on Rick’s shoulder.

And then Rick began to shake, I knew he was coming; I knew what it was like. When he started, I held him and kept my cock in him to the hilt until I felt myself doing likewise.

My orgasm made me push him back down on the bed, on top of Van who was gasping for breath at this time.

I pulled out and shot all over the both of them and watched the white milky fluid drip all over both of my boys; Rick came at about the same time and he cursed up a blue streak while he kept pumping Van’s ass…

A few moments later, the three of us were in the shower, washing each other off, the gentle spray of warm water relaxing our tired and spent bodies.

I gave Van a friendly kiss as we toweled off and Rick did the same.

Then I turned to my red-head, and took him in my arms and kissed him and told him I loved him.

Life was perfect…