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...

Champ

He was still in his singlet, his cock bulging obscenely through the dark blue spandex ... his body covered in sweat, he smelled of musk and masculinity.

It was in March of 1983 and Chris had just won the 174 pound weight class at the tri-state wrestling invitational at our college. I was one of the three hundred or so people jammed into the gym to watch the matches, and when I saw my boyfriend pin not one, but two guys in two successive matches, well, let's just say my pride wasn't the only thing that was swelling.

Somehow, we beat a hasty retreat, losing ourselves in the crowd, and slipping out a back door. We ran back to the dorm room and locked the door behind us.

I was on my knees while he rubbed his crotch in my face. I breathed in deep his rugged aroma, while he pushed my face into his bulge. He paused for a second, slipping his arms through his uniform and peeling the outfit down to fully expose his bare chest. Then, he grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me up and to him, to his armpit, where I licked the abundant, salty liquid from him ... he then pushed me to his rock hard tits and I sucked at them with abandon, causing him to growl and hold me closer until I began biting at them and felt his body shiver and shake.

I took the lead for a second, and worshiped his biceps, licking and kissing the rock-hard muscles of his arms and he whispered something under his breath.

Slowly, he brought his hands up and gently pushed at my shoulders, bringing me back down on the floor to a kneeling position again. And then he loosened his cock from his uniform and jock strap. It stood straight up like a flesh colored piston rod, and I licked my lips in anticipation of sucking it.

I attacked the dick of my conquering hero, and sloppily swallowed every inch of it. Immediately, his stoic demeanor broke, and he started trash talking, calling me his bitch, his slave; and all the while, his hips swaying as he fucked my face.

As I was sucking he reached down and savagely yanked at one of my tits, holding it tight and not letting go ... I went at it even more, enjoying the sharp pain that shot through me.

And then the phone rang, and without missing a beat, he picked it up, while his cock was still in my mouth, "Sure coach, give me an hour ... sure, you bet." He hung the phone up and pulled his cock out of my mouth and said, pointing to the bed, "Get your pants off and spread."

He mounted me quickly, and I bit down on a pillow while his rod plowed into me quickly and with no time to adjust. He kept slapping at my ass cheeks while he pounded me, and yanking on my hair, pulling my head back and asking if I liked it.

I told him to hurt me.

He pulled my left arm back, and locked it into the small of my back causing me to let out a howl of pain. "Fuck you, bitch, you love it!" He said without a hint of irony in his voice.

But he was right.

He was flat on top of me, his body smashing into mine, the bed shaking and the headboard slamming into the wall ... he kept biting me on the back of my neck and spitting and cursing me out ...

My body was wracked in pain, but my cock was as hard as steel and leaking precum into the bed cover beneath me. I kept egging him on, calling him, "Champ", which he loved hearing.

"That's right, punk! Champ is gonna fuck your ass so hard you'll be paralyzed when I'm through!"

Then he brought both of his meaty hands to my hips, and lifted me up, off of the bed, so that I was facing a wall. I braced myself against, my hands resting on the cold panel. He spit on his cock once and then shoved it back into me and I let go with a howl as the pain coursed through me. That was met with a few more brutal slaps to my already bruised ass. A few seconds later, he pulled my head back and whispered menacingly, "Open your mouth", and shoved his sweaty jockstrap in. I gagged, and he laughed and called me a pig.

His jock was as salty as his sweat, and I savored it. Humiliated and excited all at once.

With his cock in me, to the hilt, he reached up with both of his arms and brought them around my neck and pulled me back causing me to find myself airborne for a second and then back on the bed. He flipped me over so that I was on my back and yanked the filthy strap from my mouth and tossed it aside. Then, he just stood there for a second, his cock dripping honey, his body a sheen of muscle, his dark curly hair hanging in his face, his eyes, boring through me... he spit on his cock, and then lifted my legs and remounted me.

This time, the fucking was more gentle, he locked eyes with me and said, "You drive me crazy", and then moved in to kiss me. I pulled him in closer and met his kiss, reveling in the feel of his beard stubble on my face, drunk on the smell of his sweat, insane from the pent up lust and excitement he brought forth in me ... I may drive him crazy, but it was a two way street .

He was finishing up now, close to an orgasm, I knew it. His breathing sped up, his face a vivid shade of scarlet ... And then he pushed into me one last time and let out a yell that shook the walls. I stared up at him as every vein in his neck began to pulsate and his body shook uncontrollably ... suddenly he placed both of his meaty paws on my chest and pushed down as he emptied every drop of his load up my ass. He breathed in once and then fell onto me, saying my name over and over.

When he pulled out, his cock was still erect. He looked down on me and licked his lips and then he went for my cock ... his head bobbing up and down quickly, he worked my member like the champ that he was, and he had my body shaking with delight ... I held his head down and found myself braying a litany of obscenities as he blew me ... and when his hands shot up for my tits, and he started twisting them while sucking me off, I thought my head might explode ... and then I felt a pleasure wave hit me and I pulled his head down further, and slammed my hips into his face while I arched my back and found myself blinded by a ray of late Saturday afternoon sunlight that had somehow broke though the March clouds and found me through a dorm window ... I said his name over and over until I thought I might be going slightly insane by the rush of sexual satisfaction ... finally, I came back to earth, and Chris kissed me, and I could taste my own cum which was all over his tongue.

We took a shower together later, and cleaned each other off. I could see the bruises he had sustained from the wrestling matches earlier. One was on his back, a big nasty red bruise, and the other was on his left hip, a yellow and orange semi-circle. I kissed both of them gently while we showered. And when it was his turn to clean me, he used a small hose attachment to the shower to clean out my ass which was loaded with his spunk. We finished up by shampooing each others hair until finally, the hot water had run out.

"Get dressed", he said as I was toweling off, "Wear those 501's you look so good in, you're coming with me to the coach's house. His wife and him are throwing a little party for the squad".

"Yeah, but, what about the rest of the team, won't they be there with their dates? I mean..."

He laughed and said, "OK, half of those guys, for whatever reason, don't date, four of them, and I know this for a fact, are gay, and the rest of them ... fuck 'em, they can say anything they want, I'll kick their asses."

We walked to the coach's house, it was on the other side of the campus where a group of homes for some of the college's professors were. As we walked, snow flurries began and the night grew much colder.

I actually had a great time at the party. Coach Donovan and his wife were pretty cool people, and the spread was incredible. I never saw so much food! What a treat for a starving college student. Chris was treated like royalty by his squad mates, and, by default, so was I.

Sometime around nine o clock, Chris introduced to this really big dude named, Kurt.

Man, he was fucking hot.

"Hey, Kurt's coming with us later, I think you and him will really get along", Chris said nonchalantly while I shook the hand of the big, beautiful hunk in front of me; The guy who wrestled in the 194 pound weight class ...

Later on, as the three of us trudged back to the dorm, the snow had grown heavier, Kurt and Chris had smuggled a few beers with them and offered me one, and so we swigged as we walked on through the night .

I guess it should have come as no surprise - when we got back to the dorm - what happened next was just the icing on the cake. Chris told me to sit on the bed, and so I did. And he sat next to me and kissed me. And then, as if on cue, Kurt knelt down on the floor and undid my pants first and then did the same to Chris... then we kissed deeply while the big guy took turns sucking on our cocks...

Punch Drunk Love

At our dorm room at "Munster Hall", back when we were in college, Chris and I found a place where we not only expanded our minds by way of the scholastic lifestyle, we also expanded our sexual expression by way of experimenting with some pretty heavy horse play that often bordered on S & M; while our sex life had always been physical, during those days, it was downright painful ... for both of us.

This one time, it had to have been sometime in late winter of 1983, Chris had just found out that he was one of the top seed collegiate wrestlers on the east coast for the season, and as such he would be going to the national tournaments in the early spring.

Now nothing fills an alpha male with more piss and vinegar than an athletic honor.

Of course he was training and working out like crazy, and so when it came to sex...well, let's just say it was a pretty tough going.

One night, after a particularly draining day of classes and then work, I came back to the dorm, room wanting nothing more than to just crash out. My room mate had other ideas.

When I walked into the room, Chris was waiting for me at the front door.

"Where in the hell have you been? I need to bust a nut something fierce!" He said, grabbing me and trying to push me down to my knees.

"Dude," I said, pushing him away, "Give me a break, will ya? I've had a long fucking day - go jerk off if you need some release."

That's all it took; next thing I knew, he had me by my shirt and delivered a savage right hook to my face that left me sore.

"Wanna' see what happens to cock-suckers who don't do as they are told?"

One more punch landed, this time on my jaw, and I fell to the floor dazed. I looked up and saw he was taking his shirt off. His chest was tight, muscular, perfect in the dim light of the dorm room. Then he went for the belt of his pants and said, "I think you need a little hurting, you fucker."

"Oh, you think so?" I said, getting to my feet, staring him down, my cock starting to throb.

We charged each other, and I manged to claw at his crotch giving his nuts a pretty hard squeeze and he howled in pain, so I held on tight and yelled out, "Come on you tough punk! I'll rip your fucking balls off of you!"

He fell to the floor holding his nuts, and I gave him a good swift kick in the side.

I stood over him, relishing my sudden upper hand and spit on him. I called him a punk and gave him another kick.

And then, in a flash, he sprung up, he must have been playing possum, because the next thing I knew, I was on my back on the bed, and Chris was on top of me, punching my chest, his face red and crazed looking. Then He stopped punching me and raised his hand and gave me a sharp open handed slap across my face that stung like a thousand bee stingers and made me see stars.

"I like it when you fight back", he said gasping, "But I am still gonna' fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk tomorrow."

"Guess I'll have to return the favor, fag" I said reaching for his tits and giving them a hard squeeze.

----

Then I was on my knees in front of him, licking his body. I started at his feet, my tongue lapping his size 12 dogs while he stood. Then he lifted his leg and put his toes in my mouth, and I sucked on them, and worshiped them... I made my way up his leg, kissing his thighs while he whispered obscenities to me ... when I came to his cock, gave his balls a quick dab with my tongue and then went up to his rock hard abs which i licked with abandon ... he chuckled and grabbed me by my hair and pushed me in closer to him.

When I got to his chest, I spent a lot of time on his nipples, licking and bitting at them, relishing the feeling of his stubby chest hair that he had shaved regularly...his pecs were rock hard and magnificent and I felt myself insane with lust as I kissed and lapped at them ... and then I came to his right arm which he flexed for me, his bicep bulging obscenely with muscle and I attacked it...and then he brought the python-like appendage around my head and held me tightly and said, "Come on, bitch, lick my pit".

So I sucked at the sweat in his armpit and breathed deep his familiar odor that was like some familiar aphrodisiac to me. And as I worked on his pit, I felt him reach around me, his fingers toying with my butt hole.

And then he said, "I love you".

And the next thing I knew I was sucking his huge cock.

He held me roughly by the hair and pushed me back and forth on his member. I sucked him as hard as I could, making him sweat and shiver and when he began leaking pre-cum into my mouth, I savored it like it was a fine wine.

I let my hands traverse his perfect body while I blew him. His chest, his arms, his thighs, everything I touched was rock hard and thick with sweat. At one point he reached down and grabbed my left nipple and gave it a long hard pull, and the sweet sting of electric pain/pleasure made me shiver and I pulled back from his cock and said, "Fuck me, please, fuck me."

-----

With his cock deep , he was leaning over me, his handsome, masculine face at mine, his deep set eyes boring into mine, a five-o-clock shadow accentuating his jaw line; staring up into his face, I felt that I was looking at god.

He fucked me long and hard that night ... it was a rough and physically exhausting exercise, and my body was wracked in pain, but conversely, there was a part of me that did not want him to ever stop.

He spit in my my face at one point and laughed and then said, "You dirty fucking bastard, you fucking love this, don't you?"

"What do you think?", I replied, gasping trying to catch my breath.

I reached behind him, trying to grab at his ass, to push him in closer to me, and when I did his eyes grew wide and he threw his head back and growled manically ... I could feel his spunk shooting into me, and then he jerked forward and leaned into me and bit me hard on the chest.

-----

Now it was my turn, and as I shifted his legs so that they rest on my shoulders, I rammed my cock into his tight ass and when he opened his mouth and said, "Slow down, man, you're killing me with that cock!" I said, "Fuck you, bitch", and I went in further and spit into his face. And as I fucked him, I brought a fist up and gave him a couple of good blows to the chest and he smiled at me and said, "Come on, fucker, hurt me! I can take it!" And so I did what he wanted, and just before I came, I grabbed him around the throat and started to choke him, and for a split second he had a panicked look on his face , and I winked at him, let go of his neck and let my river of juice shoot up into him, my brain filled with red hot lights and my body awash with diabolical spasms of pleasure I said his name out loud and then he pulled me close, and as my last wave of pleasure hit, we kissed long and hard ... and somewhere, off in the distance, a car peeled out laying rubber and screamed away into the night.

-----

We slept like the dead that night.

I distinctly recall the next morning, as someone in one of the other dorm rooms was playing their stereo and it woke me up. It was "Fast Buck Freddie" by Jefferson Starship. Grace Slick's banshee wail had brought me out of a deep sleep.

I was only wearing a pair of briefs and socks when I got out of bed. I looked around for a cigarette and found one, lit it, and made my way to the bathroom where I studied my face. I had a small red bruise on my face, just near my lip, and an angry red bite mark on my chest ... the scars of love.

I began to seriously consider what Chris and I were all about. I knew about sadomasochism, and I was pretty sure we were involved in a relationship that was just short of a sling and leather chaps.

But I was being glib. Was this healthy, for either of us?

Sighing, I tossed the cigarette in the john, took a quick piss and then brushed my teeth.

I walked back out into the main room and stood by the window, another steely winter New Jersey dawn was breaking.

It was a Saturday. No classes, no work today... I lost myself in thought for a minute and then suddenly I felt a pair of strong arms surround me... he kissed me gently on the back of my neck and rubbed up against me, he was wearing a pair of running pants and I could feel his hard cock as he was pressing up against my ass.

The music from the other rooms had changed, it was something romantic, something orchestral, he held me tight from behind and he asked me...

..."Why haven't you ever told me that you love me?"

And I remained silent as the music grew and he held me even tighter...

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.

Hip To Be Square

1: Welcome Back Stranger
May of 1985.

He had cut his hair, it was shorter now, and combed back into something of a D.A., and it made his features more intense; his dark deep set eyes, that expressive brow, his strong chin...he'd let his body hair grow, his chest now thick with a carpet of dark curly fur. Also, he was more solid and muscular than ever.

I felt weak in the knees just watching him undress.

It had been almost six months since the last time we had been together. Being in Denver for an advanced class in public speaking, as well as some graduate studies; Chris had returned to me, an adult. No longer the big boy with the unruly mop of curly hair -- today, he stood before me, a young man well on his way.

Honestly, I'd always figured that he would break out of blue collar New Jersey. Behind that tough guy facade was a cool, calculating person. Someone who would excel in the business world, or maybe even politics (when he needed to, Chris could be as charming as a snake oil salesman).

That said, his first words to me when he showed up at my apartment were, "I am going to fuck you until you can't walk anymore."

Thankfully, not everything about him had changed.

Slamming the door behind him and pushing me into the living room, he put his arms around me and gave me an impossibly brutal kiss that knocked the wind out of me. I instinctively went for his shirt and he stopped me, "No wait, this is an expensive shirt, can't afford to rip it."

And with that he undressed, neatly folding each article of clothing and putting it into a small pile onto the coffee table.

I did not what to make of this, but I respected it and took my own clothes off, tossing them into the corner with out a thought. The entire time I watched him, my body was tingling with excitement, my cock throbbing like an electrical current was running through it.

When we were both naked, he took me into his arms and we kissed passionately, he tasted of spearmint. He smelled good also, "Is that aftershave?" I laughed slightly.

"Fucking hick," he said tightening his grip on me, "It's Jovan Musk for Men".

And with that, he shoved my face into his chest, and I breathed in deeply, loosing myself in the forest of thick chestnut brown foliage. For years, he'd shaved his chest, something I always teased him about, and now with this Neanderthal expanse of fur covering him I was going nuts with lust.

I began by licking him and then chewing on the hair, it was everywhere and beyond the odor of cologne, I smelled the familiar odor of someone I had known for a very long time. It was like coming home.

He grabbed the back of my head and pushed me toward his left nipple, and I latched on to it and bit it lightly, and then sucked it while my hands roamed freely up and down his well muscled arms, feeling for the rock-hard biceps that he intentionally tensed up just for me.

I went down on his dick quickly and gagged when he slammed it into my mouth. I knew from years of experience that this would not stop him, and true to form, he started fucking my face. His hips slamming into me, his hands holding my head firmly so that I could not slip off even if I wanted to. I reached around and held onto his tight ass cheeks for support and swallowed his prick, and then I heard him laugh a deep rich chuckle and murmur, "Good boy, get it nice and wet", he said as he reached down and gave my right nipple a sharp tweak that sent knife like stabs of pleasure through me.

He yanked out of my mouth abruptly and pushed me to the floor where I landed flat on my back.

"On your belly, bitch", he demanded. I flipped over and with out a moment's pause, he was riding me like a bronco, his cock burrowed deep into me, the pain overwhelming and I let out a groan of pain.

"Shut the fuck up and take it!" He barked, slapping my ass so hard that it felt like I was struck by a leather belt.

As my body was being savaged, he decided to pour it on even thicker by grabbing my left arm and pulling it up, pinning it behind my back. I threw my head back and let out a deep, loud bellow of agony causing him to tighten the hold.

Counter irritation is what he'd called this. One more bit of pain that cancels out the other.

It was Sadism 101, Chris style.

He responded by banging me even harder. My entire body now was rocked by his movements, it was like being had by a force of nature; even if I wanted to, I could not escape this.

Just before he was about to cum, he pulled out of me, and flipped me over like a sack of laundry and shoved his prick in my face and told me to open my mouth up. And when I did, a geyser of his seed sprayed into it while he cursed up a blue streak.

I could not contain myself at this point, so I reached for my own piece and started jerking it with both hands. Chris saw what I was doing and straddled my mid section, sitting on my throbbing cock, like he had done many times before, and as his mouth opened in a silent scream, I rammed my hips upward watching his face grow even more scarlet in color while I secretly savored his pain and my pleasure.

And then I exploded, a volcano of cum which I pumped into his guts, and he kept moving up and down, his tight ass coaxing more and more of my juice ... and I closed my eyes to the colors that exploded behind them and whispered his name over and over.

2: Rinse Lather Repeat

Twenty minutes later, he was fucking me again; this time in the shower.

I braced myself on the wet tile walls for dear life as he assaulted my ass, and every now and again he'd reach under me and pinch my nipples.

I shot another load while he was still inside of me.

He came up my ass and pulled me towards him, biting at the back of my neck while he spasmed in pleasure.

***

Clean, dry, and sore, I collapsed on my bed and watched as he made his way around my bedroom. He brushed his hair and then used some of my deodorant. When he was through, he dived onto the bed next to me and said, matter-of-factly,

"So how have you been?"

I reached for the pack of cigarettes on the bedside table and smiled saying, "I've been good".

I offered him one and he put his hand up, "Nah, quit them, my personal trainer read me the riot act."

"Your personal what?" I asked putting the pack down.

"My trainer, man. The gym I joined out in Denver offers them half price to students", he said as put his arm around me nuzzling my neck.

"Hold on a sec," I said, sitting up, "You come back with this new look, you quit smoking, you've joined a gym ... I mean what's going on in Colorado. Did the Mormons get a hold of you or something?"

"Nah," he smirked, "It's just that I've been exposed to a whole other world. Times are changing, and I want the good life. I'll be damned if I settle for some crap life like my parents had. Christ, my old man left me and my mom, she had to work two jobs ..."

Shaking my head, I said, "No, Chris, I understand that, I understand wanting to better yourself, but you seem to have adapted to it rather quickly."

"Sink or swim, pal". He said as his hand casually stroked my cock.

"And something else," he added, "I want you to move out west with me. I know it's a lot to ask, but I have thought long and hard about this, and it's the god's honest truth: I need you with me, in my life. I want to share all of this with you ... in six months, you won't believe what I've been exposed to, there is a whole new world out there, Chico, and you and me, together, brother, we could set the world on fire."

I was stunned and silent as he continued.

"Think of it. You could get your Master's too! Then the both of us will be good and done with this damn town and it's provincial mind-set."

"Wait", I said trying to absorb everything, "When did Denver become San Francisco? Are you saying that our being gay would be easier there?"

"It is, if you know how to play the game. Come on, remember what I used to tell you, Andy and Stu all of the time?"

Nodding my head I repeated the mantra, "What you do in private is your business, the

face you show in public, though, belongs to the world."

And then I asked, "So we pretend we are straight for the rest of our damn lives?"

"Chico, listen to me," he said rather parental,"the world is catching up. It just takes some time, if you play by the rules, eventually you can reveal your true self."

He continued on for about an hour, not only talking about hiding in plain sight, but also about stock investments (cable TV, computers, telecommunications - the wave of the future, sure to make us rich!), real estate, and how he was going for a dual major in business administration.

I couldn't believe my ears, the guy who had been fucking my brains out for almost ten years, the guy who used to smoke more dope and drink more beer than anyone I ever knew, the guy who used to lecture me about selling out, was becoming a mother-fucking yuppie!

Finally, out of desperation, and maybe just to get my bearings again, I leaned over and put his cock in my mouth, sucking him off to an orgasm and successfully shutting him up for twenty minutes.

3: The Power Ties That Bind

After that odd day in May, Chris moved back to New Jersey for the summer. He stayed at his mother's house, but spent most of his time at my apartment.

I was working days at my social work job, and Chris was doing an internship at an investment firm in Philadelphia.

I joined a gym at his insistence, we worked out almost every morning before going to our jobs, and in the evenings he'd peruse the Wall Street Journal, while I was scanning Rolling Stone.

One night, he came home from work wearing a black suit, crisp white shirt and a red silk tie. He looked fantastic and I told him so. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt and undid his tie and said, "I love you." And then he told me to put my arms behind my back. I obliged his request, and he took the tie and tightly bound my hands together and pushed me to my knees.

I watched as he freed his cock from his slacks and as his thick member jutted forth from them.

"Suck it", he said as he pulled my head forward.

I worked on his cock relishing his moans and groans of pleasure while wondering what else he had in mind.

It did not take long...

Pulling me up to my feet by my hair, he walked me to the doorway of the bedroom and removed my clothes. Then he lifted my arms up and secured the tie to a nail above the door jam. Taking another tie from a drawer he reinforced my hands snugly.

Holding my breath in anticipation, I watched as his fists balled up and he threw the first of several vicious jabs to my gut.

As my body jerked from the blows, he stood smirking and stroking his cock through his pants. I could see his magnificent chest peeking thorough his undone shirt, and all I wanted to do was to worship it with my tongue.

His face set in a sadistic look of determination, he landed several more punches to my torso, each one sounding like a flat drum beat. My head fell back for a second and then I stared him down in spite of the pain.

"That's right," he said menacingly, "you can take it".

And this time he gave me a sharp slap across my face that stung like a thousand bee stings ... and in spite of the pain, or because of it, my cock grew harder by the second.

Then he reached down and gave my balls a tug and laughed as I squirmed.

Stepping back from me for a minute, he quickly disrobed, and lay his clothes on the sofa, and then, completely naked, with his own cock at full staff, he reached forward and grabbed at my nipples squeezing and pinching them until I let out a roar, and my body seized up in torment. I began pleading now, and the more I did, the harder his grip on my chest became until finally, with both of us pulling and pushing, the tie that held my arms up came free and I fell into him breathing heavily while cursing him out.

In a matter of seconds, he had his powerful arms around me, knocking the breath out of my body while he secured me in a bear hug, lifting me up and then lowering me, his face a fiery red mask of savage domination.

We struggled about on the bedroom floor, until I surprised, even myself, by getting the upper hand.

With my left arm around his neck, I had him in a choke-hold and drove him down to the bed, and while he tried to break away, he simply could not.

Relishing this reversal of fortune, I laid a couple of cheap shots into the small of his back with my right fist, and then released him, flipped him over, and straddled his chest, my cock heavy with jizz dripping onto his chest.

He looked up at me, his eyes crazy with lust, and maybe something else (was that fear I saw?); and decided to give him a little taste of his own medicine by bitch slapping him a few times across the face. Every time I did, he seemed shocked, until finally, a crazy toothy grin smiled up at me and I knew he was as turned on as I was.

I suspected this: over the years, while Chris was the dominator, he often wanted someone else to dominate him.

So be it.

Enjoying my new found position, I shoved my cock into his mouth and said the same thing he'd always say to me when I was giving him head, "Get it good and wet!"

He almost sucked me off to an orgasm, so I had to pull out at the last second, because I wanted to fuck that jock ass of his.

Turning him back over, I decided to play a bit first, and I sort of went nuts, paddling his firm butt until his cheeks glowed a fiery, angry red.

"Mother fucker!" he yelled out over and over again.

"Shut up, punk", I replied back smacking him even harder.

Finally, at full throttle, I spit onto his asshole a few times and fingered him while he squirmed on the bed, and then I rammed my cock into him instantly and he screamed out my name and then called me a host of obscene things ... I laughed and said, "Shut the fuck up and take it!"

It felt funny using his coital exclamations, but at the same time, it was a major turn on.

His tight ass took me, and I rammed him for all I was worth and in a matter of minutes, we were one in that bed, our bodies connected and electric as spasms of pleasure rolled over us.

Just before I was about to cum, I pulled out and shoved my cock in his face and he opened his mouth and my seed shot into him and he took it, lapping it up, drinking it; all the while I was in an orgasmic haze of pleasure.

When I was done he pulled me down and kissed me, and I tasted my cum and his spearmint saliva.

Then I lay next to him, holding his sweaty, hairy, muscular body and worshiped him with my tongue while he beat off to a messy, satisfying orgasm ... we kissed again while his body arched and his cum sprayed into the air and down on both of us.


We stayed in bed for another hour or so, holding each other, hugging, and even when our cocks grew hard again we merely embraced and kissed.

And then, he turned to me and said, "Can I have a cigarette?"...

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...