All The Young Dudes

 Me, Andy, Chris and Stu...

The Summer of 1976 found me and my buddies so ripe, so ready, and so willing.  The four of us spent more time together in those months, than we probably did with our own families.  Every chance we had, we'd steal away, the four of us, and celebrate our sexuality.  We were shameless, we were brave, we were desperate to love and be loved ... more than that, we felt immortal.

We were madly in tune with each others rhythms, the wave lengths.   Each of us 18, born within days of each other, each of us willing to admit to the other that our sexuality was a driving force.  We were so damn lucky to have each other - I wonder now, did we really understand how  golden we really were back then?

On Stu's bed, one gorgeous Summer morning - August of 1976.  His room was on the second floor.  His parents were away, his sister and his brother were off at college; his suburban bedroom, the walls adorned with posters of bare chested rock stars,  was  the setting for our carnal adventures...Andy was already covered in sweat, his lean body shining in the yellow sunlight that filtered in from the windows around the bed.  Chris was slowly working his left hand up Andy's ass, his arm tense, bicep bulging, a look of sadistic determination on his face.  I could see Andy's cock, firm and dripping pre-cum on to the sheets below.   Stu had his arms around my waste, I was leaning back on his chest.  He smelled of toothpaste and marijuana smoke  - from time to time, his hands slowly stroked at my hard cock, or pinched at my nipples.  I could feel his cock, snake-like, rubbing up against the small of my back.  When I turned my head,  Stu's sleepy eyes caught mine, he smiled, his thick lips parting.  We kissed. 

Meanwhile, Chris shoved his hand in further and Andy cries out.  This obviously excites Chris.  He's an Alpha Male, he loves to dominate, to torment, to inflict - in a way, he is our leader, we've all given in to his cravings and his demands.  In a strange way, we've become better people for it.  Of course, I would not understand this until I was much older.  For now, I was just turned on by Chris - how could I not be?  The head of the wrestling team, the quarterback, the guy who almost did not graduate from high-school because he got into a drunken brawl and kicked some kid's ass from another school who was giving him lip just a few weeks before graduation - Chris fucked with a savage fury, he was all about domination and humiliation and power.  By osmosis, the rest of us began to enjoy this kind of thing.  Wrestling, rough house, slight bondage...giving or getting, it was the sexual spice we all preferred.   It was also tough-love.  Maybe he wasn't bright enough to verbalize it yet, but Chris toughened us up, he made us into men with no fear.  He knew that being gay was tough for a guy growing up in a blue-color town, and the only way we'd make it was to be able to take it and dish it out.  Whatever the case, it was what it was, and we willingly followed, slaves to his sexual rhythm.

I remember Andy's beautiful face, flushed fire-engine red, his long hair plastered with sweat, his mouth wide as he groaned in pain and pleasure.  I remember Chris, barking insults, calling him a pussy, asking him mockingly if he wants more;  a psycho / sexual head trip is being played out, and it's making me insane watching.

Suddenly I felt Stu's arms tighten around my waste, his thighs are pressing up against my ass, he whispered in my ear, "I think I'm gonna' blow a load watching this, brother." And then he gives my nipples a quick, sharp tug that sends pin-like stabs of ecstasy thorough out my body.  He leans in more and starts whispering in my ear, licking at my lobe, making me shiver in anticipation.  I am craving his kiss now...I had known for some time, that Stu and I had something a bit deeper than an urge to just fuck each other, we were bonded.  We had been for years.  We'd been having sex together for a long time, and as we matured, it became something more than just that - it was deeper and more meaningful. And yet, it was still white hot and savage, sometimes desperate and dirty - but always, honest. 

"Fuck me", Andy yelled out.

"Fuck me", Stu whispered in my ear.

Chris forgoes the probing, and tosses Andy down on the far end of the bed, his cock is standing straight up, dripping cum from the  slit.  His handsome face was ruddy.  His mop of curly hair shined with sweat in the golden sun streaming in from the bedroom windows.  He looked down at his conquest and quickly gave him a hard slap across the face, and then without missing a beat, he spits into his palm to lube up his cock.  He slipped into Andy's eager, but brutalized ass quickly and began viciously fucking him.

Andy's sobs of pain filled the air, and  yet, they never caused pity or concern, in fact they only seemed to cause our collective libido to rise.

I pulled back from Stu and we kiss, and then he gets down on his knees in front of me, sucking my cock, getting it wet.  His saliva runs out of his mouth, down his chin, onto my thigh- I am briefly in heaven and then he stops and lay on the bed, his ass raised, and I slide my hard member deep into him, relishing his groans that become more constant, the deeper I go.

The bed shakes with the four of us now.  Chris reached over and pulled me to him, and we kissed as our partners moanend beneath us.  For a second all that I could hear is the rushed breath of the four of us, like athletes going for the gold, and then...

"Let me have some of that, switch off", Chris said to me as he pulls out of Andy's ass. 

No point in debating this, so we switched off.

Chris grabed Stu by his hair and said, "Time to get fucked, pretty boy!" and began slamming into him.  I watched as Stu's face morphed from pain to pleausre and then back again - Chris had a way of doing that to his sex partners.

I pulled Andy's legs up and rested them on my shoulder and easily slipped into his hot ass.  "Hurt me", he said in a voice that was miles away.  I didn'teven think, I just worked on instinct and the next thing I know, I left a fist sized bruise under his right eye...the whole time, though, I was still fucking his brains out.  I hear Chris laughing and turn my head, he's plowing Stu into next week.  Both men are covered in sweat, their bodies tense, muscles defined and in high relief in the diffused morning sunlight. 

Then, Chris reached over for me and kissesd me, and then he pulled away and threw his head back and let  go with a howl... he yanked his cock out of Stu's ass, and sprays him with a shower of cum that lands in thick white splotches all over Stu's chest.  Then he grabbed me by the back of the neck and forced me down and commanded, "Lick it up, fucker!"  So I fell onto Stu's chest and greedily sucked up Chris's seed, savoring it's salty taste.

A few minutes later, we've all shifted.  Stu is sitting on Andy's face getting rimmed, Chris is  shoving the little guys face into Stu's butt.  Meanhile, my cock is deep inside Andy's tight ass.  I lean forward, licking at Stu's sweaty flesh every chance I get...Chris is taunting Andy, "Come on you little pussy, take it like a man, you know you want it!" Every now and again, he would slap him in the face with his still hard cock and I could see little sprinkles of cum hit our bottom boy all over his handsome face.

Staring straight ahead,  my eyes lock onto Stu's face, so handsome, almost angelic in it's beauty.  His hair long and dark, his lips so sensuous, sometimes If I would just think about his face, I could have an orgasm, he looks at me now, he's in a state of bliss from the tongue fucking he's getting, his cock is rigid and I want to put it in my mouth...I reached up and touched his arm, feeling his bicep, moving down to his forearm, reaching for his cock, never taking my eyes off his face...and then I climax.

My body siezed up and I groaned out loud, Stu reached out and instantly he's twisting my nipples and I think I might pass out from the sensation it is so over the top.  I can hear Chris barking something, his deep commanding voice seems to be bringing me to the edge of sanity...I close my eyes, and everything goes sort of hazy, and then the pleasure overtakes me and I am back, facing a wall of sweaty, young flesh.  I fell forward onto the bodies and gasp as my own body convulses again as another wave of pleasure crashes into me.  My sap is all over Andy's torso, some of it goes into Stu's hair.  Finally I catch my breath and pull back and fall onto the floor and wait for the world to come back into focus.  I lean up against the wall, push my hair away from my face and watch the others continue.

Stu is fucking Andy now, and Chris has his meaty hand resting on Stu's left shoulder.  From time to time he lets his hand slip and caresses Stu's gorgeous ass which flexes and relaxes as he pumps himself into the bottom boy.  My eyes shift back to Chris, his broad shoulders, his muscular build, his face turned so that his masculine, handsome face is in profile.  He leans over and kisses Stu passionately, and for a second I am hit with several conflicting feelings; jealousy, anger, and desire.  My teenage heart  exploding, I love them all, but I am starting to feel possessive of Stu...but I have little time to deal with this emotion now as Chris is coming my way, his erect cock bobbing like a divining rod.

"What?  So you shot your load and now your gonna' hang back?" he says, reaching for my cock, and before I know it, I am wrapped in his arms, and he is all over me whispering how he's going to fuck me raw.  Now I feel the familiar rush go through me and I am getting hard again.

He still has my hard cock in his hands, and he is tugging on it, taunting me.  With his left hand, he landed a hard blow into my chest at made me breathless - but I could never back down, so, somehow, I find the strength to land a right hook into his gut.  He looked shocked for a second and then smiled widely and pulled me in.  His muscular arms encircled my torso and the next thing I knew, he  was kissing me wildly, biting my lips, licking my face....finally, he went for broke and rammed his tongue into my mouth and we kissed like lovers from an old movie.  I might have swooned were it not for his strong limbs holding me upright.

But the kiss did not last long.

I found myself, splayed across the bed, my asshole being stretched by his fingers.  Stu and Andy's still rock hard cocks in my face...when he began the assault, I gasped and bit down on the bedsheets...as always, it felt like I was being split in half.  The pain indescribable in it's intensity.  But I lived for it, and then I found myself being restrained by Andy and Stu, and the feeling of being manhandled by the three of them - the physical, as well as mental-mind fuck of the whole affair made my cock swell again.  I felt his hot breath on the back of my neck while he barked obscenities at me, as he went in deeper, tearing me up, using me for his own pleasure.  I could also feel the guy's cocks, dripping more pre-cum all over my face, I could smell their musk, and their sweat.  Stu started rubbing his cock, and his hand got slick with his own juice which he rubbed onto my face - I licked it off of my lips and waited for more.  Andy shoved his cock in my mouth then, and I swallowed it eagerly.  Meanwhile Chris continued pummeling me, riding me like his prized bronco.

It did not take him long to shoot his load up my ass.  I felt the first stream before he reacted - growling and tensing up, swaying his head as sweat fell from his hair onto me; with each blast of cum, be plunges in deeper, and I grasp on to the bedsheets.  Andy's cock is now rubbing up against my face, and then Stu's is doing the same...I can sense the three of them are kissing now, Chris exchanging  saliva with the both of them.  My own cock is hard, full and aching for another release when Chris pulls out of me, and his last load sprays all over my back - then I rolled over, and watched as Andy and Stu shot loads that landed all over my face and my chest and thighs - and the smell of their seed, the smell of their sweat, and the smell of the sweet summer morning that was blowing through the open windows was like a narcotic to me, filling my senses with ecstasy.

The three of them collapsed on top of me, breathing heavy, bodies cool with sweat, hands and limbs intertwined.  In time, Chris rolls me over and starts sucking on my stiffening cock, and before long I blow a load into his mouth while I scream a litany of curses into the sun dappled atmosphere Before the last wave of pleasure hits, Stu, twisted my left nipple and the pain and the pleasure morphed into one.  And it was good.
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One hour and a half later:

 

Andy and Chris were gone. 

 

 I remained. 

 

 Stu and I showered together,gently cleansing each other of the morning's foul sins, kissing while using soap and water.  Our bodies entwined under the healing, soothing spray of water.  Soaped up wash clothes cleaning the each other's ravaged asses.  We never lost our hard-ons.  How could we?  We were still horny teenagers.

 

We climbed back into bed, as the afternoon was settling in. We did not say a word.

He spooned me, and I sighed as he threw his leg over mine, and I sighed again as I felt his still stiff dick rub up against my ass.  He whispered in my ear, he told me that he loved me.  And shoved my ass closer to him, and told him the same, and he put his arms around me, and held me closer, and then he started tugging on my cock, playfully, and I whispered his name and he held me closer and finally, we both found a calm spot and drifted off as the sun burned harder  and the smell of the roses that had climbed the trellis to his bedroom window filled the room...

Some Fools Rave of Happiness, Blissfulness ...

It was New Years Eve, 1979, and once more I was with my brother's ringing in the holiday in a sex drenched orgy of depravity.

Chris had the keys to the local gym and at around ten we met up; the entire place was ours for the taking until January 2nd.

We had some beers, some weed, and a raging need to fuck. We were set for another Auld Lang Syne.

It was warm and dark here despite the howling snow outside. Chris had turned the thermostat up and soon the old furnace in the gym's basement made this drafty building very comfortable.

The four of us sat on a bench in the locker room, the radio in the manager's office playing rock music, finishing up a bowl of weed and soon we got comfortable. Chris put the bowl down on the floor and proclaimed it as "beat", and then grabbed Andy, who had been sitting next to him, and pushed his head down to his crotch and laughed, "Come on, man, get my jeans wet, you little cock-sucker". Stu and I laughed and absentmindedly let our hands drop to our own crotches which we began massaging.

Andy, who was usually the most subservient member of our lot, was feeling feisty that night, and he kept trying to break away from our Alpha Male. Finally, growing weary of the little stud's refusal, Chris yanked him up by a handful of his hair and gave him a pretty hard slap on the face that seemed to both humiliate and arouse Andy.

"Pull your pants down, bitch", Chris said softly.

He obeyed and Chris pulled him back over and lay him across his lap and began braying, "Time for a good old fashioned tanned hide!" And then he proceeded to bring his large hand across Andy's bubble butt over and over again. The sound of the slapping echoed through the locker room as did Andy's howls of pain ... nonetheless, I could not take my eyes off of Chris; his muscular chest so perfect, his arms thick and powerful, and his cruel, handsome face crowned by a mop of unruly curly chestnut brown hair. My reverie was broken when Stu reached over and started pinching my left nipple. I turned to him and gazed upon his beautiful face and we leaned in to each other and kissed briefly, while we removed each others shirts and undershirts.

"Hey you two", Chris said pausing, "Plenty of time for that later", and with that he tossed Andy on to the floor and said, "Fuck him up!"

Stu and I stripped to our briefs, and yanked Andy's pants and shoes off, leaving him in his underwear also. He was one tough little fucker, and when he realized what was coming he said, "You two are a couple of pussies". Stu snickered at the trash talk and replied by giving Andy a healthy right hook that connected with his face and sent him flying into a bank of lockers. With that we charged him, and pretty much tossed him back and forth until finally I reached down into his briefs and gave his balls a tight squeeze.

"Dude!" Stu laughed, "Don't do that, he might jazz in your hand!" We both laughed and continued smacking the punk around until he did not know which end was up.

Yes, it was all rather sadistic, but it was amongst friends, brothers really ... me, Chris, Stu and Andy; four horny bucks who lived for the orgasm - no matter what the price.

I held Andy taught, restraining his arms behind his back while Stu began working over his tits. Andy hated this, and Stu knew it, and so he poured it on thick, In fact at one point he yanked on the little guys nipples so hard that I thought he might tear them off. Meanwhile, my cock was so hard that it was dripping loads of pre-cum into my briefs. All the while, Andy pleaded and begged for Stu stop.

While the two of us continued sexually torturing our pal, Chris got up from the locker bench. He stripped down to everything except his wife-beater-t-shirt. His cock was semi-hard and it bounced in slow motion as he reached for the belt on his discarded jeans, yanking it off. Once he had the belt firmly in hand he turned our way and barked, "Aright you two, hold him tight for me!"

And with that, we positioned Andy in front of a post that separated the locker room from the showers, the both of us pulling his arms forward so that his sweet bubble butt was exposed . Once we'd had him where we wanted him, Chris let loose with the belt, mercilessly whipping Andy's firm ass until the kid threw his head back and screamed, tears streaming down his handsome face. Chris stopped for a second, waiting, savoring the sadistic moment, and then he brought the belt back once more and gave him one additional lash that sounded like a crack of lightning on a humid summer's night.

Stu and I were silent, aroused, our demons awake, and we continued restraining Andy until Chris finally gave the signal. And with that we let go, and he fell to the locker-room floor again, sobbing and breathing heavily.

Outside, the snow swept evening howled like a beast.

And with that, Chris grabbed at my cock, and at Stu's and we reached for his, and the three of us silently jerked each other off for a bit until our rods were sore and dripping heavily with slime.

Finally we paused and looked down at our fourth brother, he lay on his back, his eyes red, his cock stiff. He stroked his dick as he looked up at the three of us.

I walked over and kicked him once in the side and said, "Love hurts". And then I mounted his chest, slid forward, and shoved my steel hard member into his willing mouth. I closed my eyes and heard music playing from the other room as I fucked his face...oh man, this felt so damn good ... the mournful tones of Nazareth echoed through the locker room while Andy deep throated my throbbing cock ... it did not take long for Chris and Stu to join in, and soon we all took turns at Andy's mouth, and eventually his tight, tender ass ... when I found myself fucking him, Chris was getting sucked off, while Stu was busy grabbing at our pecs, or closing in for a sloppy kiss. I closed my eyes for a second and felt a tremendous wave of pleasure hit me, and at that second, Stu came behind me and put his arms around me, pressing his snake like cock up against my ass, while his fingers found and pinched crazily at my erect nipples. I closed my eyes again and felt the whole fucking world go hazy as another rush hit me and I moaned in grateful pleasure...

Stu went in next and said, "Sloppy seconds", and I watched as he began pummeling Andy's abused ass...and the radio was playing Sgt Pepper's Lonely Heart's Club Band ... and the next thing I knew, Chris had me in his arms, kissing me with urgency as I felt his warm seed shoot out of his cock and run down my leg ... we held each other while Stu continued fucking Andy and the Beatles sang, "With a Little Help From My Friends"...

Andy had his orgasm like this. The three of us, crouched down around the bench he was laying on, and took turns teasing his cock with our tongues until finally he sent forth a fucking geyser of cum that filled the air . His back arched and he cried out that he loved us as his eyes rolled back into his head and another blast of his juice shot up into the darkened gymnasium's air.

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A few minutes before midnight, the four of us were in the showers. Hot steamy water ran as the four of us washed off the grime of the evening. Once we'd all got clean, we began kissing each other...these were serious realistic kisses, and we uttered New Year's and New Decade greetings of love to each other...Andy and Stu ended up in each others arms, and I ended up wrapped in the muscular arms of Christopher.

"1980, big boy", he said to me as the hot water plastered his hair down, "Me and you, forever and ever" ... and just then, fireworks started outside and they were loud, very loud, and for some reason they reminded me of gun shots ... I shivered and then shook it off, and returned Chris's kiss; and then the four of us kissed again, and we held each other in a tight circle, and no one said a thing while John Lennon's voice was singing "Instant Karma" and the sound echoed through the gym; and the gun-shot-like fireworks continued ushering in the 1980's while the four of us stood naked against everything yet to come ... but blissfully unaware of it all...

Gee But It's Great To Be Back Home

I was closing my eyes and screaming in pleasure as my cock was being milked by Chris. He held it firm in his large hand, coaxing every drop of cum out of it. Andy was under my spread legs, licking at my balls making them churn in a storm of unbridled bliss. Stu was behind me, his thick snake-like cock resting flat against my bum crack while his arms encircled my torso, his fingers flicking and pinching my hyper sensitive nipples. Every now and again he'd whisper an obscenity into my ear, his hot breath making the small hairs on my neck rise.

I tried to delay myself, but I could not, and soon I was over the edge and falling in a kaleidoscope of bright colors as my orgasm hit, as my body shook in insane seizures of gratification ... I felt myself lean back into Stu who held me firm, I could hear Chris's dirty laughter as he held firm on my spitting dick.

When Andy reached up and shoved a finger up my ass, I let out another scream and shot again and was about to yell out when I found Stu's mouth on mine and we kissed rapid and sloppily as the pleasure slowly rolled away replaced by a warm rush of satisfied exhaustion.

Just then the voice of the DJ on the radio interrupted by saying in his silky, deep voice, "You are listening to the top 100 of 1977 to celebrate this first day of 1978. Up next, it's Fleetwood Mac and Go Your Own Way..."

It was New Year's Day, about two in the afternoon. Me and the guys had spent the night at Chris's house, and since we were all pretty hung over from the night before, none of us woke up until well after noon. After we all took showers, one by one we returned to the bedroom and for the next several hours, we fucked and sucked each other something silly.

When Lindsay Buckingham started singing, Chris yanked Andy up by his hair and had him lick my cum off his chest. I was still a bit wiped out so I lay back on the bed and watched.

As Andy obediently lapped my sticky seed off of Chris's muscular chest, Stu reached out and began fingering the little stud's bubble butt. He stopped for a second and looked around the room and when he saw what he wanted, he reached for it; a discarded belt that he quickly weaved around Andy's straining prick. When he had it taught he yanked on it roughly making Andy gasp and stand up straight.

His cock jutting straight up, the belt hanging from it, Andy found himself being restrained with his arms bound behind his back by Chris while Stu started doing a number on his tits. Stu mercilessly pinched the little guy's nipples until they were as red as a sunset. Once in a while he'd pause and yank on the belt causing Andy to jerk forward, only to have Chris yank him back.

This went on for a few minutes until a long stream of precum started leaking from Andy's cock.

Stu undid the belt and tossed it aside and then came up behind Andy and started coaxing the little stud to cum. Chris lay back on the weight bench, just under his dick and said, "Let me taste some of that good stuff, fucker"

I sat transfixed as I watched Andy's body tense, his muscles seeming to come into stark relief, as Stu nibbled at his neck while his hands remained on his chest, tormenting his rock hard tits.

When he came it was quick - he threw his head back and let out a yelp which was followed by a deep moan, then a thick stream of his juice came shooting out of his dick landing all over Chris's face and neck. The entire time, Stu never let go of him.

Finally, he fell to the floor gasping for air and I watched as Stu's face came down on Chris's, at first licking the jizz on it, and then kissing. Soon the men were engaged in a long savage kiss, their bodies entwined until they fell into each other's arms.

Just then the DJ said, "Next up is Ann and Nancy Wilson of Heart with Barracuda, on the top 100 countdown of 1977 !"

I thought of Aaron for a moment and of my own Barracuda, the one up in the hills above Hollywood. The one who savagely had fucked me and then had tossed me aside. But for some reason, that thought made me hard again.

Chris and Stu were standing in front of me now. Both of their cocks hard and ready. Chris snapped a finger and pointed down on his member, and Stu pushed my head onto Chris's cock.

So I sucked it. I reveled in the taste and smell of him, so familiar, so exciting.

I grabbed his granite hard ass and pulled him closer and listened in satisfaction as he sighed in pleasure. Soon I am down to the root and he is fucking my face. It takes a few minutes to realize that my ass is being played with. Stu's hands are all over my butt, manhandling me.

We move. I get on my knees on the bed and Stu has his thick cock shoved into my willing butt and the pain and the pleasure is overwhelming, and then Chris puts his cock back into my mouth, and I am being had at both ends and once more my cock feels like it might explode.

And then we move again, I am now on my back and Stu is banging me like the old times. His jet black hair, flops down across his forehead, his chest expands and contracts while his impossibly handsome face is ruddy and dripping with sweat, and he leans forward, baring down on me more, it feels like he might split me in half and then he kisses me, and I pull him even closer.

His eyes roll up into the back of his head as I feel his sap shoot into me, so I reached up and grab his tits and twist them as hard as I can and he lets out an almost primal sound as he shoots more of his juice deep into me and then he collapses on to me and says, "I am so sorry you left, I made such a mistake..."

And before either of us can react, Chris is standing over us, he grabs Stu's head and shoves his dick into his mouth and Say's, "Suck me off, fucker!"

Stu and I disengage and I make my way to Andy and we embrace and kiss and I can taste his sweat and cum in his mouth. His cock is hard again, and so is mine. So we stroke each other off leisurely as we watch Chris fucking Stu's face.

Jefferson Starship is playing on the radio now, Play on Love.

Eventually, Chris gets Stu to the work out bench and has him lay on his belly. He mounts him and begins fucking him causing the wrought iron bench to shake. I watch Chris's ass sway and move in that strange erotic dance of his, and Stu is screaming out in pain and Chris is enjoying it calling him a punk.

He slaps his ass a few times and it is so loud that it sounds like gun shots.

Then he pulls out and flips Stu over. Standing over him, Chris starts jerking his cock and says in a deep whisper, "Your gonna drink it".

I watch as Chris, the Alpha Male, his muscles tense, looking like a Greek statue come to life, his mop of curly hair all askew is pulling on his massive member now, and just before he shoots, he punches Stu in the chest and Stu opens his mouth to yell and this is met by an unbelievable geyser shoot of jizz that lands directly on his lips and his tongue.

After Chris had his orgasm he helped Stu up from the bench and the two of them joined Andy and I on the bed. Chris looked over at me and saw my stalk was primed and ready, and then he saw that Andy was hard again also.

"Stu, looks like we got more work to do".

And with that they went down on us. Chris at my cock, and Stu at Andy's.

And as I was being sucked off to the umpteenth orgasm of January 1st, 1978 I closed my eyes while the radio played more of the top 100 and I thanked whatever cosmic luck had brought me to this moment.

It was good to be home after all.

And In The End...

It's been both fun and somewhat therapeutic keeping this blog for the past couple of years, but for the most part the tales have been told and the story is over.

For those of you that need resolution, this is for you.

Andy: is alive and well and living in New York City. He owns a small successful business and has been in a committed relationship for almost ten years now. We see each other about twice a year.

Stu: passed away this past March. His sister called to give me the news. He committed suicide, there was no note and those close to him say that they had no idea what might have caused him to do this. In keeping with his wishes, there was no ceremony. He had been living in New England doing freelance illustrating as well as computer graphics at the time of his death.

Needless to say, I was devastated when I heard this. He was my first true love.

I hope he has found peace.

Chris: has been married three times. He has two daughters from his first and second marriage. He is currently divorced and still lives in Colorado where he manages a software distribution company.

I got an email from him when Stu died, it was the first time I had heard from him since 1986. He asked me to come see him in Colorado. I turned down his invitation but wished him well.

Van: still works with me. He is doing very well and recently met a guy that he is head over heels for (took him long enough!).

Aaron: I only heard from Aaron once after my time in L.A., and that was a phone call in early 1978. I have no idea what became of him. I hope he is well and happy.

Jon: moved to Europe in the early 90's and last I heard, he is now living happily in London working for the BBC.

Rick: and I are still together. He is still the most beautiful guy I have ever met, and has been my rock these many years. He hates this blog, by the way, and is always threatening to delete it!

Be that as it may, we have now been together for over twenty years - which has got to be some kind of record for a gay couple. I still love him like I've never loved anyone. He is one in a million and I am damn lucky to have him.


and that, as they say. is that.

Thanks for reading the Milkman's Baby.

Everything's Better When Wet

The midsummer sun beat down on my face which was raised up to it, Chris was behind me, his cock slowly working it's way into my ass, I could also feel the warm water of the lake lap at my thighs...to my right was Andy, his hair soaked, reaching down for my cock, yanking slowly on it, coaxing out the first drops of pre-cum. On the other side of me was Stu, kissing at my neck, while his fingers pinched at my nipples, his own cock rubbing up against my leg, soon hands were playing all over my still wet body, I felt like I was being brought to the edge of madness by the friendly molestation that I was undergoing...

During the summer of 1976, my friends and I frequented a small lake that was off the beaten track, hidden deep in the woods of Southern New Jersey. We had to park the car on a dirt road, and then trek, by foot, a half a mile until we came upon the clearing where the body of water sat bathed in sunshine as no trees surrounded it. This was a magic place, that seemed to be known only to us.

We brought a cooler full of beer and food, some weed and blankets, and a transistor radio which was tuned to a local rock and roll station, and once we got set up, we peeled down to our swim suits.

Chris wore a pair of Speedos, Stu had on a well worn pair of denim cut offs that were so snug the outline of his cock was plainly seen, Andy wore a plain black pair of trunks and I wore an old pair of soccer shorts.

Before we dove in, a bowl was passed around and we all smoked, and then, one by one, the water's surface was smashed as we dove in.

The water in the small lake was as warm as a bath and soon the horseplay began.

Chris swum up behind me and put his arms around my waist and then dragged me down into the water, he held me under for a few seconds and then let go; I popped up coughing out water and before I could say anything, I felt someone tugging at my shorts. The next thing I knew, Andy was holding my shorts in his hand laughing out loud.

"You fucking punk," I chuckled as I dove for him and we fell back into the water. He tried to grab for my balls but missed ... in a matter of seconds we were flaying about in the lake, laughing and taking pot shots at each other ... soon the four of us were going for each other's swimming attire. Somehow, Chris managed to get out of the water and stood on the shoreline for a minute watching the three of us cavort. I caught a glimpse of him, looking so beautiful in front of the cobalt sky ... and then he stripped out of his tights and dived back into the water...

The radio, that was sitting under a tree near the cooler, was playing playing something by Led Zeppelin. Kashmir. It was hypnotic and sexy.

Just then I went back under water and swum over to Stu, I came back up to the surface and he turned and saw me and smiled and we kissed just as a mild wind blew the smell of pine trees and wild roses through the air. While we kissed, I reached under water and undid his cutoffs and tossed them onto the shore line. His cock was rigid and I took it in hand, gave it a tug and then fell to my back and floated away for a second, my eyes blinded by the summer sun...

Now the four of us were naked and I fancied that we looked like that Thomas Eakins painting that hung in the old dusty town library ... how many hours had I spent as a kid transfixed by that very picture?

Buck naked, the four of us climbed out of the water and shared another bowl of dope ... Season of The Witch by Donovan played on the radio as I watched my brothers, so beautiful, so young and so full of life drenched in the summer sun.

After we killed the pipe, we all made our way back to the water. Chris was behind me and he pulled me to the pond's edge and kissed me and then turned me around. The midsummer sun beat down on my face which was raised up to it, Chris was behind me, his cock slowly working it's way into my ass, I could also feel the warm water of the lake lap at my thighs...to my right was Andy, his hair soaked, reaching down for my cock, yanking slowly on it, coaxing out the first drops of pre-cum. On the other side of me was Stu, kissing at my neck, while his fingers pinched at my nipples, his own cock rubbing up against my leg, soon hands were playing all over my still wet body, I felt like I was being brought to the edge of madness by the friendly molestation that I was undergoing.

Chris was in me now, his cock assaulting my hole and I gasped, and just then, Stu bent over and started sucking on my cock, I closed my eyes and moaned in exquisite pleasure ... Andy found my mouth and kissed me, and I brought my arms up to pull him closer to me ... and now the four of us were together, a mass of flesh with one goal.

Somehow we made our way out of the pond to the shore line and a couple of blankets were spread out. I lay flat on my stomach and one by one, the guys took a piece of me. As The Allman Brothers played on the radio, Chris pumped me silly and just before he was about to come, Stu took over, and then Andy followed him. I loved it, that feeling of each one of them fucking me, each in his own distinct fashion.

When Andy was through, I turned over on my back and Stu mounted me, his cock instantly slipping into me and when I looked up at him, his beautiful face somewhat obliterated by the summer sun, I reached for him and pulled him forward, as if I could mesh with him, become one with him.

He fucked me with a purpose, and I was his, lock stock and two smoking barrels!

With each thrust, I yelled out in pain, but at the same time I egged him on for more. Chris and Andy knelt at our sides, stroking their own cocks as they watched me getting fucked, and it turned me on to no end ... when Chris leaned in and gave Stu a passionate kiss, I reached up and gave his nipples a tweak knowing that it what send him over the rainbow and it did.

He cried out, "Mother fucker!" and shot a load into me.

Now it was my turn, and I was gunning for some ass. I grabbed Andy threw him down where I was just laying and climbed onto his back, his ass was so tight and firm and I was so fucking horny that I did not even bother spitting on my cock first. He screamed so loud when I mounted him that it echoed through the woods, but it did not stop me and with Chris and Stu cheering me on, I fucked Andy's ass like a sex crazed wild man ... Stu started playing with my nipples and Chris kissed me deeply and earnestly and that was all I needed to shoot a gallon of cum into the little guy squirming beneath me.

"Take it like a man!" Chris barked at Andy.

And I closed my eyes and let out a deep feral growl as my body was seized by quakes of pleasure, and as soon as I'd come back to earth, Chris took my place and I stood back and watched him fuck Andy ... Stu was at my side now and he kissed me again and we embraced in the hot summer afternoon and once more I smelled the pine and wild roses and, son of a bitch, my cock was growing hard again ... and then I heard Chris let out a howl and knew that he'd just had his orgasm...

The three of us surrounded Andy and each took turns at his throbbing cock, teasing the head of it with our tongues, pinching his nipples, restraining his arms so that he could not move, and finally, Chris lifted him to his knees and Stu and I watched as the little stud jerked his piece until it shot a projectile stream of cum across the grass. Andy threw his head back and screamed again while Chris continued manhandling his nipples...

Exhausted, we broke into the food into the cooler and ate some sandwiches and drank some beer and then relaxed for awhile on the blankets while the transistor radio played on, and finally, we all got back into the lake and it was like a baptism, cooling and healing our sore sated bodies.

And once more I thought of that painting by Thomas Eakins...

Sucking in the Seventies

Most gay men learn how to give head early on. If you were as lucky as I was, and had a group of like minded guys around you, then learning was half the fun. With out my "brothers" (Andy, Stu and Chris), I'd have been one miserable gay boy back in the 70's.

Cock sucking is an art, don't let anyone tell you otherwise. If you can't do it right, if your heart's not into it, then you might as well hang it up. Furthermore, if you can't enjoy getting a blow job, then do the same.

Hang it up.

I learned how to give and get head from my buddy, Stu.

We began while we both were still in high school. After classes were through for the day, we'd often spend time in his basement, smoking weed, listening to rock and roll albums, and sucking each other's dicks.

Stu was advanced, not only was he into head, but he also turned me on to nipple play and kissing. My god he kissed beautifully. Beyond that he taught me that cock sucking was more than just a physical act, it was soulful and something to savor.

Often while sucking Stu, he'd say, "Slow down, not so fast." And he'd direct my hands to his every present erect nipples and tell me to pinch them while I sucked.

As time passed, I looked forward to giving him blow jobs, he always smelled faintly of musk and when I'd busy myself at his stalk, I'd breath deep his scent and it would make me high.

He always shot his load in my mouth, and I always swallowed it. It was salty and warm and I loved the after-taste.

Stu would return the gift by going down on me, slowly starting at the head of my cock and then leisurely working his way down to the base, my pubic hair would be covered in his saliva as the tip of his tongue traced my length and I would moan in exquisite pleasure until the moment he'd bring me to climax. Often he'd go for my tits just as I was about to cum and the sensation would drive me to insane bursts of pleasure.

Our sessions were always followed by long, luxurious, sensual kisses where we'd taste each other's juice on our tongues ... is it any wonder he was the first guy I ever really fell in love with. Even as we moved on to other forms of sexual expressions, with Stu it was always a slow burn that lead to mind blowing orgasms.


Andy was the resident jack-rabbit, he was quick and enthusiastic and loved the pay off more than anything.

I remember one time, I'd barely got my mouth around his cock when he shot his load. We'd laugh about this, but it was true. I used to joke that all you had to do with him was breathe on his cock and he'd cum.

When he managed to last, I could expect a quick and energetic face fuck that would be followed by him usually grabbing his cock and jerking off to climax.

Conversely, when Andy sucked, he did it with the same abandon. I think that's why he he was our go-to-guy when you just needed to bust a nut. He'd wrap his lips around the head of your cock and go at it like a mad man.

Andy loved "back alley blow jobs"; that is giving and getting head in an out of the way place. One time he sucked me off in a movie theater, and Chris was always inviting him to the gym locker room for a quickie.


As for Chris; he was the Alpha male so cock sucking was always a rough sport, giving or getting. I remember that he liked to shove my head down on his cock, and he took particular pleasure in making me (or anyone else) gag on his member.

Often he enjoyed laying flat having his cock worshiped all the while he'd be coaxing his partner to "suck that big cock" or some other porn-star line.

Chris was also fond of face fucking. He'd have me lay flat and then lay longways, ramming his cock in my mouth while he sort of did push-ups.

While he sometimes would cum in my mouth, he loved to pull out and shoot it all over my face.

When Chris gave head, it was just as intense. He'd start by grabbing my nuts and squeezing them tightly and then he'd open wide and go for the full package, roughly sucking away on my member and maybe even lightly biting at the base of my cock. He also like to finger my ass when sucking me off; man that could be mind numbing just as your about to shoot.


Last, but by no means least, I'd be remiss not to mention my sweet Aaron; my lover from the City of Angels, my hustling partner during that long lost weekend in Sin City...

Aaron seemed to be a never ending bag of surprises when it came to sex, and cock sucking was one of his specialties. He once said to me, "Brother, you can get rich in this town if you can make a guy cum while blowing him".

Man, he was right about that one.

I remember the first time I sucked his cock and how he responded with surprise and asked me where I learned to be so good at fellatio.

Aaron enjoyed standing and lowering his penis to my mouth, often it would be dripping with precum and I'd let it drip on to my lips and then I'd open my mouth and the same would happen to my tounge. Then I'd relax and let him slip in and then slowly I'd let my tounge work the underside of his member and then I'd swallow and he'd shudder .

One time he asked me how many times I watched "Deep Throat". I took that as a compliment from him, considering he'd been professionally sucking cock for years.

Of course when he gave head, it was a fucking religious experience. There was nothing his partner had to do but lay back and let the master drive. Aaron took me over the rainbow and down the rabbit hole each and every time he sucked my cock.

---

Back in Jersey, many was the time when me and the boys would end a session with a group blow job. That is, one of us would take turns sucking all of the others off.

One time, I recall, I was the one giving head and in a dizzying adventure I took three different cocks in my mouth, switching off enjoying the taste and texture of each one, just waiting for my brothers to blow their loads. For a lapsed Catholic, it was like communion, only much better!

And if I was one of the ones getting head, then it was just as good knowing that my cock was going to get serviced and that I was in good company with my blow job brothers...all of us...

...sucking in the seventies.

Rasslin'

Black Friday, 1978.

About ten o clock at night.

Chris had a key to the gym he belonged to and put out the word that he wanted us all together for an old fashioned tag team event.

After a long family dinner the night before, and all of the subsequent dysfunction that comes with, I was ready to blow off some steam. When I showed up at Henderson's Health Club and parked my car in the lot out back, I saw that Chris was already here.

I walked in and found him in the dimly lit locker area. He was already in his trunks and was lacing up his boots. His head was down, and his long curly hair hid his face from me as he spoke, "Hey, I got something for you", and then he motioned with his head to the box sitting on the opposite row of benches. I put down my duffel bag and made my way over to the plain cardboard box. When I opened it I found a black pair of trunks, two leather wrist bands and a pair of serious wrestling boots; just like he had.

"Tag team matching outfits" he said with out a hint of irony. Then he looked up at me and smiled and said, "Put them on, man, I want to see how it looks on ya!"

I suited up and presented my self to him and he grabbed my crotch as he stay seated on the bench, "Cool" he said smiling. "You look so fucking hot, " When he stood up, I realized that we were dressed exactly alike.

"All that's missing is the leather jacket" I said chuckling.

And with that we made our way into the gym proper.

Only a few lights were on in the gym itself, in fact the only place that was lit was the boxing ring at the far right. I watched as Chris bolted for the ring and jumped in. He threw air punches and then stretched until he said, "Come on, let's spar before they get here"

He threw two hard punches at my chest and I met them with a left hook to his gut causing him to pause and say, "Man, you are learning!"

"Yeah, my teacher is one bad mother fucker" I replied.

"And don't you forget it", he said, again reaching for my crotch. By then we were both sporting major hardons.

And that was when Andy strolled in. He'd been in the locker room already and wore nothing but a pair of snug tights and he called out, "Hey bruisers!".

I guess Chris and I were feeling particularly sympatico that night, because a dual feeling of sadism crossed our minds when our little buddy with the tight ass entered the ring ... we both charged him and began wailing on him. Chris lifted him up, put him in a reverse bear hug and then dropped him to the mat, then I made a leap and brought my lower left leg down on his chest knocking the air out of him. Once we had him down, we each took an arm and began streching him out. We stood on either side and pulled while he struggled and squirmed, and then we let go of him and Chris scooped him up and put him over his shoulder and flipped him over sending him crashing to the mat. We stood over the fallen and kicked at him with our boots, taunting him. I saw Chris rubbing his crotch as he yelled out to our fallen buddy, "Come on, punk, get the fuck up!"

"He's not going anywhere", I said as I got down on the mat and straddled him, pinning his arms out flat, crotch to crotch we remained and then Andy hissed up at me, "You are going to pay for this, bastard!" I slapped him one good across the face and said, "Yeah, what are you going to do?"

I turned my head to the gloom of the gym when I heard a door slam, and then Chris said, "Get him up, play time."

So I lifted Andy from the mat and held him, first putting him in a hammerlock until he screamed out in pain, and then switched to restraining him by pinning his arms behind his back; that's when Chris started throwing a series of brutal punches to his chest that were so powerful, they reverberated like dull drum beats through out the empty gym.

As I watched Chris, I found myself so turned on that I thought I might cum in my trunks...he had already worked up a sweat so that his muscular body had a sheen to it. My god, he was such a fucking stud...

...and then, out of nowhere, I was hit from behind by a powerful force, It was Stu who had come charging into the ring and he was gunning for a fight.

I lost my grip on Andy and fell to the mat until Stu picked me up by my hair and the next thing I knew, I was in a side headlock and it felt like my noggin was in a vice. Stu was grinding me into his side. I heard Chris yell out, "Finally, we got a fair fight going here!"

Suddenly, Stu had me pushed down to his crotch and was screaming out, "Come on, fucker, you want some of this cock, you used to love it, you fucker".

"Let me show you how much I loved that fucking prick of yours" I yelled back making a fist and driving it into his nuts.

That made him lose his grip on me, so I stood back as he faltered and then I quickly dashed behind him and got him into an abdominal stretch, pulling him back and slapping him on his taught stomach; I knew he was suffering now, and I also knew that we were both turned on. I could see his tights bulging with anticipation and I could feel my own cock at full staff. I reached over to his chest again and gave his left nipple a nasty tweak and he cried out in pain -- Just then Chris yelled from his end of the ring, "Hurt him, man!" With that I yanked back again making him cry out once more, and just as I was about to drive a fist into his gut, I was blind sided by Andy who had smashed into me sending me into the ropes and to my knees.

I shook my head to clear things up and saw the two of them charging me. Andy locked my arms behind my back and Stu stood for a second, his blue black hair swept back from his handsome face, breathing heavily, a look of grim determination on his face, and then he grabbed at my tits and started savagely tweaking them, yanking and pulling on them; meanwhile, Andy had released my left arm and reached under my trunks and gave my balls a tight squeeze and I threw my head back and cursed them both out.

Truth be told, it felt so damn good, I could have cum then and there...

Taking a deep breath, and summoning all of my strength, I pulled free and landed a pretty sharp elbow into Andy's gut that sent him back into the ropes, and then I went after Stu, giving him a taste of his own medicine; I locked onto his tits and pulled at them and just then, Chris came up behind him, and locked Stu's arms behind his back; much as I had been a few moments earlier. Finally I let go and gave him one cheap chop to the gut and made my way outside the ropes to the lip of the ring where I found Andy.

While Chris and Stu went at it in the ring, I stood behind Andy and before he could move, I brought my arms around him and shoved my hands into his tights and grabbed hold of his throbbing cock. He froze for a second and then started pressing his ass up against my crotch saying in a horse sigh, "Bastard, fucking bastard" and then I whispered in his ear, "Hey buddy, let's turn this into a mash..."

Chris had Stu in a figure four leg lock and as the two studs writhed in the ring, their bodies both straining and sweat smeared, Andy and I bounded back into the ring...and we both jumped onto Stu.

When Chris realized what was happening he let out a whoop that echoed through the gym and then the three of us worked over Stu until finally, he submitted. And then the rest of us fell to the mat, all breathing heavily and waited silently for what was coming next.

Chris led Stu to the edge of the ring, and bent him over the turnbuckle and tied his arms to the metal post. Andy pulled Stu's trunks down, and then the three of us faced his taught butt, our cocks standing up and straining, dripping pre-cum...Andy went first.

We each took a turn at Stu's ass, and we each shot a load into him and then we undid him and lead him to the locker room.


Stu was hunched over a bench by the lockers and once more, Andy was fucking him, only this time it was a much more deliberate act, an act of both passion and power. I sat and watched as Stu took the pounding from the little stud, all the while, Chris stood facing Stu, stroking his cock...at one point he turned to me and lifted me up and kissed me on the mouth, his tongue darting in and out of me. He pushed his sweaty musky smelling body towards me and began rubbing his cock against my own...and then he led me over to the fuckers and we both watched silently, stroking our cocks, while Andy continued power fucking Stu.

And then Stu stood up straight and Chris and I took turns kissing him and then we both leaned over and kissed Andy...I watched as Chris began gently biting at Stu's chest, sucking on his tits and eventually working his way back up to Stu's mouth and kissing him passionately...I was now standing behind Andy, my cock leaking all over his ass crack while he continued fucking Stu. I went for his neck and began nibbling on it and when I looked up, Chris was facing me, his head rising like the sun over Stu's left shoulder and we kissed again.

When Andy came, he yelled out, "Jeez.." and he jerked back so hard, he slammed into the lockers and at the same time, Stu let out a loud moan and shot a wicked rope of cum that hit Chris in the chest...it was so fucking hot watching them both have orgasms, they were both so beautiful, my brothers...

**

Andy and Stu were dressed now and on their way out, "Next time, you two are going down", Stu said as we shook hands.

"You took it like a man, that's all that matters", Chris said.

Stu and Chris high fived each other and with that Stu and Andy departed into the cold November night.

"What a night", I said heading to my locker...

"Where the fuck, do you think you're going?" Chris said, his meaty hand resting on my shoulder. I turned and smiled and then he said, "Keep those boots on", and then he put his muscular arms around me and I breathed in his manly aroma and wanted to die in his arms...and then he led me back to the bench and lay me down, and as he lifted my legs and slowly brought his cock up and into me I heard the engines of the cars in the parking lot rev up and roar into life and eventually fade away into the night...

Play On Love (the homecoming II)

1: Jerked

I woke up at around seven the next morning. Chris was curled up in an almost fetal position, blankets wrapped around him protectively. I got up and found a robe hanging from the back of the door, and put it on. It was clean, but still, it smelled of him; that slightly sweet musky odor.

I went to the window and saw that at least a foot of snow had fallen the night before. The sky was steel-gray promising more.

I walked to the hallway and found the phone on a small table and called the hospital and spoke with my mother, then I called my parent's house and woke my brother up. He and his wife were going home to Philadelphia in the afternoon since dad seemed OK.

I hung up and jumped out of my skin when I felt the hand on my shoulder.

"How is he?" Chris asked sleepily.

"Fine", I said, "They said he will be discharged by New Year's Eve".

"That's tomorrow," He yawned.

"Yeah," I said, "Can we go back to bed?"

He went to use the bathroom and then climbed back into bed with me. Neither of us said a word as we snuggled together, our cocks both firm, rubbing up against each other. We humped each other, holding each other tighter, and tighter. Then we moved apart, threw the sheets back and lay on our backs and jerked off, never taking our eyes off of each other...and when we came, we shot our morning loads onto our own chests and then just lay breathing heavily.

I got up first to take a shower.

2: Then

We walked to the little luncheonette on the corner of the street where Chris lived. Nothing said South Jersey like this little dump. The smell of greasy food mingled with cigarette smoke.

I ordered eggs and bacon and Chris and I smoked and shared the morning paper. I lingered over a story about a bomb that had exploded at the Iran-America Institute in some place called Tehran.

When our breakfast came, I marveled over how good it all tasted. Even the coffee which was as dark as mud.

After we ate, we walked back to Chris's and took his car to the hospital. I wore his Football jacket because I did not have a coat. I also wore a pair of his gloves. The fit was surprisingly perfect.

On the car ride I asked him what he had been up to. He told me that he was working part time at a local factory doing stock work. The entire place was closed for the holidays. He went on to say that he worked so he could afford the tuition to the community college, and if he pulled in decent enough grades there , he was a shoe in for an athletic scholarship to the state university.

I asked him how much he needed for the county college, and when he told me, I began to hatch a plot.

3: Snowing

At the hospital the doctor told us that Dad was very lucky and that with the right medication and diet, he'd be fine and could expect to live a long time. I hugged Mom when he told us this and Dad beamed up from his bed, the tubes now removed from his nose, he looked a lot like his old self...we made arrangements to bring him home the next morning.

Chris drove Mom home so that she could shower and change and get some sleep, she said that she was getting a ride back later from a friend of hers. I told her I would be staying with Chris and to call me if she needed anything. Before we left she gave Chris a peck on his cheek and said, "Thanks for everything, you're a good kid".

Driving back to Chris's the snow started again. It was beautiful. I loved how it changed this blue-collar town into a sugar frosted wonderland.

We smoked a bowl of hash on the ride and I heard that song on the radio again, Grace Slick wailing, "Play on Love".

"Now, let me get something straight", he said parking the bowl in the car's ashtray," He's not really your father, right?"

"Right, technically he's my step-father, though he did officially adopt me when he married my mother".

Chris grinned, "That's right, you're the milkman's baby!"

"Something like that", I said giving him a nudge, and we both laughed.

Back at Chris's house, we found a note on the kitchen table from his mother, she was staying at her sister's for the holiday and would be back on the second.

Chris turned to me and said, "How about we throw a little New Year's Eve party tomorrow?"

"Sounds like a plan", I replied smiling and continued hatching my plot silently.

4: Fucked

He was wearing a jock strap, his cock almost standing straight ahead causing the strap to jut forth...I knelt before him and took the encased member in my mouth while he held my head. His hips swayed and I could feel his ass cheeks contract and harden as he humped my mouth as I kept my hands planted firmly on his butt...then he pulled out of my mouth and rubbed his jock encased dick all over my face. Gently, he lifted me to my feet and we kissed passionately. I let my hands go up and down his well muscled arms. He was like a marble statue, but much warmer.

Then he went down on his knees and started slurping at my cock, his tongue darting all over my prick sending spikes of pleasure all over my body. I found myself shivering in pleasure as he pulled me closer and swallowed me...

Later on he had me lay flat on the weight bench and raised my legs, he said, "Ready?", his voice deep and strong. I smiled and he winked at me as he slipped his member out of the jockstrap and spit on his cock. Slowly he pushed into me and I watched his handsome face grow serene with pleasure, his hair hanging in his face, his dark eyes boring into my soul...I reached up and felt his arms again, those muscular arms, and held on to them as he went in deeper and then began fucking me in earnest. I began to groan and he said, "Take it, take it, take it." So I took it, and in spite of the searing pain of his massive girth, my own cock was swelling and pre-cum was dripping onto my belly.

He leaned down and kissed me, while his cock was in to the hilt and I reached around his back and pulled him in closer and he laughed softly and whispered in a cracked voice, "Oh man, I'm gonna cream your guts", and I felt his jizz shoot into me, I looked up and saw his nipples get harder and his body tense up, he grimaced, his eyes rolled up in to the back of his head and then he fell forward again and bit me on the chest, leaving a huge red hickey just above my right nipple.

I stayed on my back as he sat on my cock, facing me, I watched his face screw up and he yelled out, "Oh that big fucking cock!!" as he bounced up and down and brought me to an orgasm that was so intense I actually was not expecting it. I screamed his name out and he pushed his butt down as my cum shot up into him...and he arched his back and I pushed him up with my thighs lifting his athletic frame up as I shot my last stream deep into him...

5: Plot

"Fifteen thousand dollars? You made fifteen thousand dollars in two months?", he asked as we stripped the bed of this morning's linens and took new ones out of the closet. I nodded my head and said, "You have to remember, most of that money was made because we had some high rolling clients and..." I stopped and said, "Because these men had a lot of money to throw around."

After we finished, I grabbed my suitcase and lay it on the bed and opened it. I pulled a black t-shirt out which was at the bottom and said to him, "Come here, look", and he sidled up to me and watched as I unfolded the shirt to reveal a manila envelope in it. I undid the envelope and dropped the money all over the bed.

"Take three thousand", I said, and use it for community college. We can both take some classes over the next couple of years, and once you have your GPA up to snuff, you and me, we move on to State. Together."

"Together?" he asked looking at the money and then me.

"Together", I affirmed and then added, "Just give me some time, I am not going back to California, I got all of that out of my system (I was lying, I'd never get it out of my system, but I knew in my heart-of-heart, I could never go back to that life, or to Aaron), but I need a bit more time, a few more years to find myself. I want to explore my life a bit more, but I swear, I want you in my life, and I will find my way back to you." I paused and looked him square in the eye, "As soon as you say it is time, I am off to State with you, I swear it."

We sealed the deal with a kiss as I handed him the three thousand.

Then I put the money, minus a hundred, back in the envelope and shoved it back in my suitcase. I flashed the bill at him and said, "Come on bruiser, we have to get some goodies for that party tomorrow night."

6: Party

The party was a big success, I saw friends I had not seen since high-school. It was wonderful and refershing to see these people again. At one point, as I made my way through the crowd, I could not believe we had managed to get this many people into the small Cape-Cod living room.

The stereo was blaring something from Pink Floyd and I was talking to a girl I knew, Jeanie, she was one of my best friends in 11th grade and she was telling me all about her time at Philadelphia college of art and as we gabbed I turned for a second and saw Stu come in from the front door. I excused myself and made my way through the throng to him.

He shook my hand and said, "Welcome home." He looked even more beautiful than the last time I saw him, and before we said anything else, he pulled me back outside to the porch and said, "Look, I'm sorry things did not work out...I mean, I'm sorry about Mitch."

I shivered in the cold night air and said, "So how is he?"

He rolled his eyes and said, "Damn bastard ripped me off...I swear, he took my art supplies and stereo one day when I was not home and he fucking left!"

"Serves you right", and then I snickered, "But he did have one tight little ass, didn't he?" And we both laughed and he added, "And look at what that cost me!"

He put his hand on my shoulder and said, "So are we ok? I mean, I always figured that you and Chris were going to end up togehter, but I mean, are we cool...friends and all that..." he smiled that sleepy, sensual smile of his and I nodded my head.

"We cool, bitch".

We laughed again and went back to the party.

Later on Andy showed up, god love him, and when he saw me, he plowed through the crowd and gave me a big hug and said, "Hollywood! You've come back". I smacked him on his ass and then wondered if anyone saw it...probably not, the party goeres were all pretty stoned by then.

We made our way to the laundry room and we talked for a bit. He told me about college and then said, "You know Chris really missed you." I nodded my head, "Of course that didn't stop him from fucking me every chance he got!" We laughed and it was honest. And I said, "No sweat" and, away from prying eyes, we gave each other a rather sloppy kiss and another hug and then put our average-american-suburban-teens-masks back on and made our way back to the party.

At midnight, everyone gathered on the lawn, shouting and yelling, banging pots and pans...a couple of Chris's buddies from the football team(the lunk-heads is what he called them) were shooting off fireworks...it was bedlam, it was New Years Eve. As I stood with the revelars, Jeanie came up and shocked me by giving me a wet kiss and she said, her voice somewhat slurred, "Sorry, I've been meaning to do that since the first day I met you". I smiled and watched as she made her way back into the crowd. Then I heard someone call my name. I turned and saw Chris by the driveway and followed him to the yard where he pulled me into his arms and shoved me behind the yard fence. We kissed long and hard and when we were done he said, "Happy New Year." And just then, fireworks, for real, started sparking the night sky. Chris turned and said, "What the fuck are those lunk-heads up to?", and made his way to the front yard. I waited a beat and then follwed him.

7: 1978

I figured it would happen, and it did. After everyone else had left, Andy and Stu remanied at the house. The four of us busted our asses cleaning the mess up and when we were through, Chris said, "Well boys, this is like old times."

The four of us looked around at each other and a psychic sexual bond seemed reformed.

We bounded up the steps and made our way to Chris's bedroom, the four of us crowding the small bed, and in a matter of minutes, we were naked and engulfed in each other's arms and as cocks were sucked and asses fucked and kisses exchanged, 1978 crept in, and all was right with the world.

The Next Morning

When I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was Rick's ass, slightly exposed as his briefs were riding down some, the crack of his ass inviting me, my cock stiff with the anticipation of a morning fuck... The two of us made our way out of bed, leaving Andy and Van curled together in a spoon. I turned to Rick, his eyes still somewhat bleary from sleep, his dick tenting the front of his briefs and we made our way down the hall to the bathroom...we brushed our teeth and then kissed, I ran my hands through his reddish hair, shaggy and longer than he'd ever worn it...he kept his arms wrapped around my waist and then let his hands drop to cusp my ass...we kissed some more as we rubbed our bulges up against each other...then we made our way downstairs

In the kitchen, by the sink, he went down on his knees and took my cock in his mouth and began sucking me off. I braced myself by laying my hands flat on the edge of the sink and leaned back while he slurped and sucked on my morning wood. I began pumping his face, and he brought his hands up, pushing at my butt, bringing me in closer...bright October sunlight filled the kitchen through the window over the stove, and warmed my bare skin...I said his name over and over while he went down on me...then I reached down and pulled him off me, raising him to his feet until he faced me and we kissed again, the taste of my precum on his tongue. I reached for his briefs and felt a wet-spot were his cock head had been leaking. Then I let my hand reach down to release his member. We continued kissing and I squeezed his dick, which was as rigid as mine. Again we did the old bump and grind, our bodies electrified. Finally, I yanked his briefs off and let my left hand wander to his bare ass while I fondled his crack. This made him moan and he tore at my underwear so that now we were both naked. I turned him around and embraced him from behind, my cock lay flat at his ass crack, and went around his chest to his nipples which I pinched...then I reached forward and grabbed his cock and began milking it...and just like our first time, he said my name and his head fell back and I knew he was going to shoot his load any second...I licked at his ear lobe and whispered to him that I loved him, all the while never taking my hand off his staff. I could feel my own slime dripping from his ass cheek on to my inner thigh and then...

Another set of arms from behind embraced me, a familiar cock was pressing up against my ass, we both jumped for a second as Andy decided he wanted to join in...Rick turned and saw him and smiled and just then, Andy reached in between my legs and grabbed at my ball sack. Now I threw my head back and moaned as he switched off and went for my tits, sending those white hot shards of sensation through me...we moved around and faced each other, kissing and fondling each other; at some point I found myself in the middle of the two of them, Rick's cock half way in me, while Andy's erect and steel-like, pressing against my own...I gave my old friend a deep soulful kiss that was returned in kind and then pulled him closer to me...finally, someone said, "How come Van is missing all of this?"

We found him coming out of the bathroom, a towel around his neck and his underwear on, "Don't think you'll need those just yet I said", pointing to his briefs. He smiled wickedly and made his way back into the bedroom...

...like the night before there were no words...we merely took turns using Van. He sucked at our cocks obediently and enthusiastically always seemingly wanting more. Finally we turned him over on his stomach and we slapped at his beautiful ass a few times before Andy starting plowing him first. Like a jackhammer, my buddy went at it while Rick and I crouched on either side jerking off. A few times we smacked at his face with with our cocks. Andy let out deep elongated groan when he came, yanking his dick out and shooting rivers of jizz on Van's back...when he was through I took over, shoving my cock into his waiting hole. I felt him buck under me, he was grunting in pain as I rammed him...and just then, Rick mounted my ass and began fucking me; so now Van was being chain fucked by the two of us...the feeling was so damn intense I was not sure I was going to be handle it for very long, but I did and every time I shoved myself into Van, it was met with Rick doing the same to me, until the three of us were one convulsing ball of sweat drenched flesh...

When I came I didn't even have time to pull out, and I found myself biting Van on his left shoulder while rivers of pleasure mixed with the sharp pain of Rick's cock up my ass...and then I felt Rick's juice fill me up as he collapsed on top of me and the three of us were breathing heavily, gasping for air.

Rick pulled out and fell back on the bed next to Andy who was laying with his arms behind his head and then I pulled out of Van and turned to the two of them and winked at them and then we hoisted Van over and the three of us went to work on him, taking turns at his dick and tits, encouraging him to shoot, encouraging him to let go... until finally he let out a roar shooting several ropes of cum straight on up into the air...his handsome lion like face a mask of extreme pleasure...

Later on , the four of us washed and dressed, we had coffee in the kitchen. I did not say much, as I was content, and when I am content I shut up. So, I watched my lover, my best friend, and my fuck buddy all sitting around the table, drinking coffee, making small talk, while that October sunshine continued flooding in the windows and I realized that, all things considered, I might just be the luckiest man in the world...