Zen Master

In the time between Chris and Rick, I was a footloose kind of guy.

Yes, it was a desperate time to be single and gay, what with AIDS being the 500 pound gorilla in the room. But, if you played smart and played safe, you could pretty much still have a good time. I took safe sex very seriously in those days.

On a much lighter note, I also found myself addicted to these outrageous steamed dumplings that were made at a Chinese restaurant a few blocks from where I lived. Every Friday, I'd treat myself to a tray of those delectable delicacies. Over time, I got to know the staff at the restaurant and all I had to do was walk in and they knew what I was there for.

One Friday night, I sauntered in and was dumbstruck at what I found. Usually the counter person was an elderly Chinese woman who wore these huge cat's eye glasses. Tonight, in her place, was a young, handsome man. Tall, broad shouldered, wearing a black sleeveless t-shirt that revealed sinewy hairless arms. His face was sheer perfection, an Asian Adonis with a thick head of silky black hair that hung in his face.

I felt my cock stirring already as I made my way to the counter and gave him my order. He jotted down what I asked for, his face a stoic mask showing no emotion, and when he turned, I saw that the 501's he was wearing encased a perfect bubble butt that looked good enough to eat.

Needless to say, I was in lust.

For several days, I came to the restaurant for dinner, and every time, he was there.

Finally on the seventh or eighth day he said to me, "You know if you keep eating like this, you are going to get huge. You should have some brown rice, and maybe some tofu."

I was sort of taken aback, but I nodded my head and said, "You are right, let's go with that then".

He jotted something down and brought it back to the kitchen and then returned and said, "Why do you come in here all of the time? "

"I like the food", I stammered.

"I think it's something else, I know your type", he said, with just the slightest hint of a smirk coming to his lips.

"Oh, do you, " I said folding my arms across my chest, "What type might that be?"

"A horny fucker." he said grinning.

I nodded my head and said, "It must be something you put in the dumplings", I said smirking back.

He put his hand out and said, "I'm Lon", it was firm and his grip was strong. I'm in from Santa Barbara California watching my aunt's restaurant until she comes back from vacation. "

I told him my name and he leaned over and said softly, "I get off at ten, and uh, all I ask is that if want some action, make sure your ass is clean."

I laughed and shook my head and was about to say something else when he added, "If you're not interested, well that's cool also."

His voice was deep, accent less. I could see his nipples were erect through his t-shirt.

"Should I meet you here?"

"Around back, I am in an apartment upstairs, my aunt owns this place and I am staying on the top floor."

We shook on it, and then I went home and showered, douched and pretty much made sure that I was as clean as a freshly minted dime.

***

He met me at the apartment's front door, in the alley behind the restaurant, in nothing but a pair of black briefs. His hair was swept back from his face, he nodded and said, "Take your shoes off", which I did. And then I followed him up the narrow staircase to his apartment.

"Take everything off", he said, "Put your clothes on the sofa and then come into the bedroom".

I disrobed quickly and then walked into the bedroom which was lit dimly by a small bedside lamp. The sweet smell of his cologne hung heavy in the air as well as the scent of soap and shampoo.

He approached me and I went to hug him, but he put his hands out and said, "Keep your arms at your side and trust me."

I did as I was told as Lon's hands lightly played at my shoulder, down my chest, and then to my crotch. He gently caressed my erect penis and I shivered, then he cupped my balls in his hand and held them, we locked eyes and moved in and kissed gently. He tasted of mint mouthwash.

He pulled back and told me to turn around. Facing the window over his bed, I could see the neon lights from the bar across the alley light up in the twilight. Then I felt his hands gently massaging my ass ... and then his fingers slowly making their way to my asshole. I closed my eyes expecting to be probed, but instead, he put both of his arms around me and pulled me to him. I breathed in excitedly and felt him nuzzle at my neck, and lick at my earlobes. My knees felt weak, and when I reached for my cock, he slapped my hand away and said, "Don't touch your dick."

He turned me around, almost like a dance move, and we were face to face. His eyes bored into me and he said softly, "We are presents, each of us bestowing a gift on the other, now, come appreciate what I am going to give you", and with that he pushed me down softly to my knees, until I came to his brief encased crotch which was bulging with promise.

Instinctively, I reached in and tried to pull his piece free, and once more he slapped my hand away and said softly, "Greedy friend, I am more than that..."

I softly kissed the lump in his briefs and and then moved down to his firm, muscular legs, licking and biting gently at him ... then I made my way to his feet. He lifted his left foot and I sucked on his big toe, and then lapped at the underside of his foot. He moaned approvingly, and then pulled me to his stomach where I continued tasting his flesh, and when I finally made my way to his chest, I clamped down hard on his right nipple and heard him suck in air and chuckle deeply. Then he lifted his arm and I took it in my hands and massaged the bicep which was firm, I also kissed it, and from there I found his arm pit and licked at the small tuft of hair and breathed in deeply, the clean odor that permeated his very being.

Now he pulled back and slowly removed his briefs. His cock, shot forward and bounced in the air. It was a long slim member with a huge mushroom like head to it. I felt my mouth watering. And then, Lon turned so I could see his ass; what can I say, it was as flawless as the rest of him, a firm, bubble butt. Once more I was salivating, and my cock was pretty much on auto-pilot, throbbing like crazy.

After he was fully naked, he pulled me up, and once more we kissed, and then he lay on the bed, his legs splayed out and he pointed to his exposed asshole and said, "Taste me".

I made my way down, and stole another glance at his muscled torso, his flawless face and before I went to work, I kissed his inner thigh and he smiled the crooked grin and closed his eyes...

He was as clean as could be, and smelled only of soap, and when my tongue found his tight hole, he gasped out loud and said, "Yes". I pushed in further with my tongue and felt his legs tighten around my neck. I pushed his butt cheeks up further and made my way in, slurping and filling his hole with my saliva.

He started muttering something, I could not quite make out what it was but I figured he was enjoying himself as his legs were pretty much crushing me ... and then he arched his back and let out a growl of pleasure. I thought he might have shot his load, but he did not. Instead, he yanked my head back by pulling my hair and said in that same deep, almost toneless voice of his, "Get on your back, it's my turn now."

My legs spread wide, Lon on his knees in front of me, my cock feeling like it might burst, I moaned when he touched my thigh...and then his head disappeared , and for what seemed an eternity, the hot stud tongue fucked me into oblivion.

And then, he came up and gave me a kind of goofy look, endearing, but sort of silly. I smiled back and just then, he put a couple of finger into his mouth, sucked on them for a bit, and then shoved the fingers up my ass.

As soon as his digits were up my ass, I let go with a yelp and could not help but arch my back and almost pass out from the sensations that Lon was causing me.

I had read somewhere, that there are some who can massage the prostate via an anal insertion, and cause the subject to have an orgasm with out touching his cock ... I guess I was experiencing the same thing.

He was going at it non stop now, his body taught, the muscles in his right arm bulging as he finger fucked me into the stratosphere ... he was so fucking beautiful and so fucking good at what he was doing, he brought tears to my eyes; and then, an orgasm hit me so hard, I felt the room spin, and I reached up and grabbed the gorgeous young stud and pulled him to me and held him while my body shook uncontrollably in the throes of pleasure, and when I thought I could not take it any longer, one more tsunami of pleasure hit me, and finally, I caught my breath and let Lon rock me in his arms gently, kissing me on the face and licking at the tears that were indeed running down my face ...

"Jesus Christ", I gasped, "How did you do that?" I gasped

"Ancient Chinese secret", he said mockingly, and I jabbed him in the rib and called him a fucker.

He asked if he could fuck my face. I told him he could do anything he wanted... and all things considered, I was pretty damn serious.

Now Lon mounted my face, and brought that cock of his, with the thick bulbous head into my mouth, making me gag for a second. I relaxed, and swallowed it and I did my best to give him the best damn blow job he'd ever had.

Ten minutes later, after he pulled out and was shooting a gallon of cum all over my face, I figured that I'd done alright.

After his orgasm, he got up from the bed and brought in several towels. Two of them were warm and moist, and he cleaned me off with one of them and then handed me a dry towel, while he attended to himself.

Later on, he offered me a cigarette, and we lay in bed and smoked. I was still sort of shell shocked and in a state of bliss. We did not talk for some time, and finally he asked me if I wanted to spend the night. I agreed.

After the cigarettes were extinguished we embraced and kissed and then he told me that he was only on the east coast for a few more days. He would be heading back to Santa Barbara California in a few days.

"That's my luck", I said staring at his beautiful almond eyes.

"No, it is our luck", he said kissing me once more. "Tomorrow never comes", and with that, he began kissing my chest until he landed on my left nipple and bit it. I moaned out loud and pulled him closer.

A Little Bit of Everything

When Rick and Jon were feeling randy, which was more often than not, I'd turn them loose in my basement on that make-shift wrestling ring we'd constructed a few years back.

Most times, they'd just wrestle each other until one of them would admit defeat and give in to the winner's desires. Sometimes, Rick would be on his knees sucking Jon's thick prick; other times Jon would be slumped over the mid rope while Rick would aggressively power fuck him, his attitude all cock-sure and tough.

Sometimes, the boys would just roll around on the mat; neither of them concerned much with anything more than just getting off. I'd find them splayed out on the ring surface, trunks yanked down, cocks exposed to eager, hungry mouths. Sixty niners - the sound of slurping and the occasional moans of pleasure making an orchestral-like cacophony of carnal music.

Usually I'd hang back and allow them this time together. I was never jealous - I knew that Rick was my number one, and if he needed to just get his rocks off with his buddy, that was OK in my book. Christ knows, I'd done plenty of the same.

Of course, there was the strange relationship that Jon was building with the two of us. He was a constant for a period of my life in the late 80's through the early 90's ... and while I never had a problem with it, I often wondered exactly how viable a threesome - a triad - actually was. Could it go long term? Could it withstand the test of time?

I noticed that, for the most part, Rick dominated Jon, and Jon loved it. Though on those rare occasions when he got the upper hand, he seemed to take a lot of pleasure in humiliating Rick. So, yeah, there was a twisted sort of sexual competition between the two of them ... but there was something else, Rick and Jon had known each other for more than a year before I'd come on the scene, and they had a true brother-hood-bond.

I liked, and understood that.

Gay men who form deep friendships, often have the added ingredient of sexual camaraderie - and that's pretty terrific.

Watching them fuck each other was something I relished. I loved enjoying the sight of their lean, toned bodies become one with the other. The way Rick would ram his cock up into Jon's ass and throw his head back and grimace until Jon would cry out in pain ... or on those rare occasions when Jon was topping, the way the dark haired stud would pummel Rick's ass like a crazed dog in heat. His ass going up and down so fast it was all a blur...I loved watching these guys go at it.

If I joined them I knew that I'd have to go with their flow ... sometimes I might grab them both and just start grappling with them until eventually we'd just start a sexual brawl; the three of us trading cheap shots, grabbing for each others cocks, maybe trying to get a lock on somebody's nuts until he begged for mercy, maybe one us restrained while his cock was stroked to the point of orgasm ...

Sometime I let Rick and Jon get the upper hand. I enjoyed being manhandled , especially by these two younger studs. They were so imaginative when it came to sexually subduing someone ... I like to think that I taught them well ... Rick could be especially aggressive, and he would leave me bruised as well as sated. Jon, was athletic and wiry, his years of high school wrestling made him a slippery and exhausting opponent ... the best part of it, was just to let them go at it and give in; if they had me pinned to the mat, one of them pinching at my tits, while the other was milking my stalk, I'd moan in delight as the pleasure/pain they were inflicting on me was sending me to the edge ...

Roughhousing can lead to some of the greatest fucking orgasms, let me tell you ...

... Jon would be restraining me, his hard cock poking at my now exposed ass crack as my trunks have been torn off of me, while Rick methodically stretched and pinched at my aching nipples, occasionally pausing to give my nuts a light slap. The three of us breathing heavily, our cocks dripping clear honey on to the mat below ... Rick letting go with a couple of right hooks that connect with my gut or my pecs while Jon holds me tighter, his cock almost inside me now, I can feel the slick head of it pressing up against my tight hole ... at this point, I am pretty much gone and the boys can do whatever they want to me; and what I want is one of them to fuck me, while I suck the other one off; what I want is to be pinned and have them both shoot gallons of cum all over my chest; what I want is eat both of their beautiful asses out until they climax; what I want is for one of them to slowly yank on my cock, while the other finger fucks me; what I want is to lick the sweat off of both their sinewy bodies while I'm jerking off; what I want is to be pinned flat and have one of them smash his hairy armpit into my face so that I can take in the musky odor, while the other is fucking me into next week; what I want is to turn it all around, and beat the crap out of them both, and then take turns fucking them both until they can't walk straight; what I want for the three of us to let go and bathe each other in our juice, to collapse on top of each other while our bodies are in spasms of electric joy, to take turns kissing each other sloppily and lustily ... what I want is a little bit of everything.