The Brotherhood of Man

The bed is huge, it’s actually five or six king size mattresses connected and covered in some kind of heavy fabric, something strong and easily cleanable, I suspect. I am laying on my back, looking up at the darkened ceiling. I can see water spots and mold and splotches of paint here and there. Noise is coming from all directions: rock music echoing from another place, voices raised in both pain and pleasure, murmurs and sighs and groans; a cacophony of sounds . Mike is hovering over me, kissing around my cock, his five-o-clock shadow is rough and it feels great as it rubs against my skin. He is mumbling. I like the sound of his voice, it’s sort of gruff, and very deep.

I reach out now, and grab a handful of his thick black hair, and I pull him up to me, his blue eyes meet mine, his face betrays nothing at first, until he smiles at me . I pull him closer, and we kiss sloppily. I can feel his cock now pressing into my thigh, and I bring my arms around his torso and pull him tight.

We are now joined by several other men who have found their way to the bed. One of the others, a slim, tall youth smiles and asks, “Can I join?” While the big stud, Elliot, a friend and fuck buddy, just dives onto the bed and starts fondling Mike’s ass, “I see some bitch ass that needs pounding!” the randy bastard proclaims. And with that, the four of us entangle and commence embracing, kissing, and fondling each other.

Mike and Elliot waste no time getting intimate. They are each gunning for the other’s goods, and it’s obvious that eventually they are going to end up fucking each other – meanwhile, the cute slim guy and I are in a cinch, wrapped in the other’s arms. He smiles at me and say’s, “I’m Steve.” I smile back, tell him my name and say, “Nice to meet you”. Immediately we grab for each other’s cocks and hold on tightly. He laughs lightly and say’s, “I love coming to this place”. Just as I am about to say something, Elliot and Mike fall on to us, and once more, the four of us are grappling around, each trying to find his way to sexual supremacy.

At some point I find myself flat again. Steve is sucking my cock, Mike is chewing on my left nipple, and Elliot is on my right side, leaning over, kissing me…it’s like I’ve died and gone to heaven…and heaven is a private sex club.

1-Room to Room

Rick, Jon and I got to The Club at around six that warm September night in 1993. Once we got inside we made our way to the lockers, put our clothes away, and changed into shorts. Already, the joint was jumping . As always, it was members only here The Club. Over the years, management (and it was rumored that management just might be a very powerful over lord of the Philadelphia mafia) had really tightened up things here. There were monthly dues, notarized copies of HIV test results ( due every three months), strict rules about condom usage, and even stricter rules about members bringing guests (all guests must submit proof of age, and sign a waiver giving the club no responsibility for there safety); and yet, despite all of this, more and more gay men joined this nameless establishment that was hidden on a back road near Atlantic City. And that was easy to understand, there was a lot of sex to be had, and for the most part, it could be safer than hooking up with a complete stranger. At least here, you knew your chances of getting an STD (or worse) were nominal.

Once the three of us were situated, we were joined by Mike 1 – I’d dubbed him this name years ago, as I always saw him here with his buddy, also named Mike. I liked Mike 1, he was a dirty guy with a foul mouth who enjoyed all kinds of scenes.

“Damn”, Mike said, eyeing Rick’s chest, “Somebody’s been pumping iron”. I smiled, because he was right. Over the years, my sexy slim boyfriend had morphed into a serious hard body. We went to the gym four days a week, and while I managed to keep up, for whatever reason, Rick positively blossomed into a muscle hunk. I had no complaints. Also, recently, he had started sprouting a beard. I was not exactly sure if I liked his furry face, but it did lend him something of a more butch appearance. Lately I had dubbed him, “Erick The Red”. Rick smirked and flexed his left bicep and Mike reached out to touch the bulging muscle, and with that, I felt my cock begin to stir…

…a few minutes later, we split. Rick and Jon headed over to the sex wrestling room, while Mike and I made our way down one of the dank hallways. “Must be a full moon he said”, as we made our way down the narrow hall which was lit with dim bare bulbs, “lots of freaky deaky going on tonight”. And then, as if to illustrate his point, we came to a room where a gorgeous young man, with long blond hair was bound to a Saint Andrew’s cross while a rather large, husky guy of about 35 or so, with a thick chest covered in strawberry blond fur, was flogging him with a fake cat-o-nine-tails. While I don’t doubt that the kid was in pain, the whip had blunted soft edges, so while it might sting, no real damage could done. That said, the big man who was wearing jeans and work boots, was working up a one hell of a sweat as he continued lashing the kid. Mike moved in close to me and said, “They’re brothers”.

“For real?” I asked.

“Yeah, the big one, Roger, that’s his brother, the kid’s named Billy, it’s his 18th birthday”.

“That’s kind of sick”, I said flatly.

“Oh yeah”, Mike replied , “then why is it making you hard?” And with that I looked down and saw that my shorts were tenting.

“Hey”, I laughed, “just because it’s twisted, doesn’t mean it’s not hot”.

A group of other men had gathered in the room, most of them were stone naked, stroking their cocks as they watched the beautiful boy get his birthday beating. One of them kneeled down at Roger’s feet and started licking his boots. The tormentor stopped for a moment and looked down, his face was cruel, that’s the only way to describe it, and when he saw the guy licking he pulled back and kicked him in the face and then he said softly, “Go suck my little brother’s dick, faggot”

“I think I’ve seen enough”, I said and we moved on down the hallway.

The next room was plastered with pictures of naked men, and lit by blue shaded lights. Chains hung from the ceiling, slings as well, but they were empty. In the center of the room, two guys were hunched over a padded table, their asses raised and ready. One of the guys, a cute blond with a goatee turned when Mike and I were at the door way and said, “I can take two at a time, why don’t you guys double fuck me?” I looked over at Mike and he smiled wickedly…we made our way to the blond bottom boy and started feeling up his ass.

“What do you, think, buddy?” I asked Mike.

“I think we need a couple of condoms and some lube”, he said as he gave the blond boy’s butt a quick slap. And with that, we slipped off our shorts and tossed them on a chair and swooped up some condoms and a small tube of KY. By now the both of us were at full alert, and we easily slipped on our rubbers and then took our places behind our willing victim.

It took almost five minutes before the both of us could get ourselves into the blond dude, and while the feel of Mike’s cock, rubbing up against my own while we both fucked this guy felt unbelievably great; the reality was, it was terribly uncomfortable . Mike lay flat, while blondie mounted him, I squatted over Mike and behind blondie …and, well, a few minutes and some grateful proclamations by our bottom boy was about all we could take. After we clumsily disengaged, we had the other guy, a dark haired punk who did not say much join us. On the wall was a collection of dildos. The fake dicks were all wrapped in plastic with word “CLEAN” emblazoned on them. Mike and I took one each, un did the wrappers and proceeded to shove them up the guy’s willing asses. We both smiled at the ludicrous nature of this, but the guys were so damn happy that they were being violated that we stayed hard. At one point, we both managed to get the dildo’s in to the hilt and stood back admiring our work. Mike smiled at me and I felt the urge to kiss him, and so I did, and we kissed sloppily and then Mike roared, “Hey, you two bitches, get over here and suck us off”. And with that the two guys, dildo’s still up their asses, came forward and took communion.

The blond was on my cock, and he was superb. I kept throwing my head back,but Mike did not let go of me. Finally I looked him in the face, he was so fucking beautiful, his thick five-o-clock shadow making him look sort of dangerous, and I went forward and kissed him again, and after that, we pulled free of the other two and fell back on to one of the tables and made out like horny teenagers. Finally I told him that I was going to fuck him. He smiled crazily and said, “’About time!”

2 – Fucking Mike, Fucking Me

It’s sort of intense, I’ve known Mike peripherally at best, we fooled around at the club in the past, usually just slap and tickle stuff, but now, now we were going to get intimate, and I wanted him so badly. I suppose, deep down, I was a sexual libertine…either that, or just a slut.

Now once, you are really getting it on at the club, well it’s magnetic, other men are drawn, most just to watch, others to join in.

We drew a crowd.

I was on top of Mike, missionary style and within a matter of minutes, we had an audience.

Of course It did not matter, I was digging on the vision of the man beneath me. Mike’s handsome face was scrunched up in pain as I fucked him, but his eyes gorgeous blue eyes never left mine.

“Harder” he said between gritted teeth, “Yeah, make me your bitch!”

And then, I don’t know how it happened, there was music playing, loud, from another room, it was Pink Floyd’s The Wall…and the intensity of the sound and the sexual energy in the room sort of made for a flash point. In a few minutes, other men joined us. The blond lay across Mike’s chest while Vince, the tough little married Italian stud who secretly (well, it wasn’t that much of a secret, all thing considered) liked fucking men, was assaulting his ass. And then we were joined by this older man. He was husky, with a thick chest and the most incredible set of pecs I’d ever seen. He was behind me, reaching around, pinching my nipples, his thick cock pressed up against my ass. I turned to get a good look at him and was instantly overwhelmed at how handsome he was, his large dark eyes, his thick sensuous lips. He smiled dreamily at me and said something, that I did not hear…and then he moved away and went over to the blond and pulled him up by the hair and said, “Suck on my nips, bitch boy”. Vince laughed and yelled out, “You heard him, punk!”And fucked him even harder.

There were others, and frankly, while I never complained about an orgy, the thrill was gone. I looked down at my fuck buddy and said, “Too crowded, let’s find another spot”.

As we maneuvered our way out of the growing mass of flesh, the older man caught my eye again and smiled at me. He said, “I am going to get to know you tonight, count on it.”

“Looks like somebody’s got a stalker”, Mike said, as we made our way for the doorway, pulling our shorts back on. I nod my head and say, “Yeah, did you see the rack on that stud?”

“I did”, Mike said while he nonchalantly yanked on the bulge in his shorts. I smiled at him, and put my arm around his shoulder and said, “Come on, chico, let’s see if we can find a place to bust our nuts”. He sighed happily and said, “Work, work, work”.

Finally, we end up in the final room at the end of this hallway. It’s a sparse space, three or four tables piled high with lube and condoms, trash cans for used rubbers, and another for used “toys”. The walls are chipped paint, and old posters of half naked men, sports stars and some rather choice graffiti. A few bare light bulbs do what they can to illume the gloom.

The real reason for this room, is the bed in the center of it. Mike and I race for it, and toss our shorts aside. I grab some lube and a handful of rubbers and dive onto the top of the bed.

The bed is huge, it’s actually five or six king size mattresses connected and covered in some kind of heavy fabric, something strong and easily cleanable, I suspect. I am laying on my back, looking up at the darkened ceiling. I can see water spots and mold and splotches of paint here and there. Noise is coming from all directions: rock music echoing from another place, voices raised in both pain and pleasure, murmurs and sighs and groans; a cacophony of sounds . Mike is hovering over me, kissing around my cock, his five-o-clock shadow is rough and it feels great as it rubs against my skin. He is mumbling. I like the sound of his voice, it’s sort of gruff, and very deep.

I reach out now, and grab a handful of his thick black hair, and I pull him up to me, his blue eyes meet mine, his face betrays nothing at first, until he smiles at me . I pull him closer, and we kiss sloppily. I can feel his cock now pressing into my thigh, and I bring my arms around his torso and pull him tight.

We are now joined by several other men who have found their way to the bed. One of the others, a slim, tall youth smiles and asks, “Can I join?” While the big stud, Elliot, a friend and fuck buddy, just dives onto the bed and starts fondling Mike’s ass, “I see some bitch ass that needs pounding!” the randy bastard proclaims. And with that, the four of us entangle and commence embracing, kissing, and fondling each other.

Mike and Elliot waste no time getting intimate. They are each gunning for the other’s goods, and it’s obvious that eventually they are going to end up fucking each other – meanwhile, the cute slim guy and I are in a cinch, wrapped in the other’s arms. He smiles at me and say’s, “I’m Steve.” I smile back, tell him my name and say, “Nice to meet you”. Immediately we grab for each other’s cocks and hold on tightly. He laughs lightly and say’s, “I love coming to this place”. Just as I am about to say something, Elliot and Mike fall on to us, and once more, the four of us are grappling around, each trying to find his way to sexual supremacy.

At some point I find myself flat again. Steve is sucking my cock, Mike is chewing on my left nipple, and Elliot is on my right side, leaning over, kissing me…it’s like I’ve died and gone to heaven…and heaven is a private sex club.

Feeling like the king of the world, I tell Steve that I want him to suck on Mike’s cock, get it nice and hard. We move around, the four of us, and I hear Mike groaning in pleasure. “Fuck his face,” I say to him, and he mounts the kid’s mouth and starts pumping him. His ass is firm and solid. Now I turn to Elliot and say, “Hey, wild man, work on that dick of his”, pointing to Steve’s stalk that is at full mast. I watch the action for a few minutes and then slip on another condom, and climb over the bodies on the bed until I am at Mike’s ass. I drop some lube on his crack and start fingering him, getting him wet and lose . Once I shove into him he let’s out a deep moan and starts pushing his ass up to meet me. I close my eyes and start fucking him…soon the other guys have rearranged themselves, Elliot is now busying himself finger fucking Steve’s bubble butt. I watch them for a second and then turn my attention back to my buddy. I reach under him, grab for his tits and squeeze them. He call’s me a fucker and let’s out another moan. I bite the back of his ear and chuckle and whisper, “Shut up, bitch”. And then I feel someone massaging my ass. I don’t know who it is, and at this point I don’t really care. Finally, I have found my rhythm and the sensation of pleasure is so deep, so intense and so perfect that nothing will ruin it. Hands are all over me now. Someone is pinching my tits, someone else is slapping at my ass, and yet someone else is kissing at my neck – I turn and see the older man from before, he is at my side now, on this monster bed, and he shoves himself over and kisses me and just as he does that I shoot my load, my head explodes in a thousand colors and my body tenses up momentarily and then releases in wave after wave of unmitigated pleasure. I yell out a howl of gratification, my body covered in sweat and pull out of Mike. Quickly I toss the condom into the trash can and flip over onto my back, pushing the others out of the way, “Dude”, I say to Mike, “Come on, your turn, give it to me”.

He mounts me quickly, and starts pounding my ass. The pain is instant and wild. I reach up for him and pull him to me, we kiss, and then he pulls back, his face intense and then he smiles wickedly. Soon, the older guy is at my head, his thick cock resting on my forehead as he leans forward and starts manhandling my tits…I feel my cock getting hard again and I reach up and take hold of the older man’s arms. His muscles are thick, his biceps like granite. Mike spits on me, his saliva lands on my chest, “Fucking pig”, he says . The older guy twists my tits back and forth, and then he lets go and reaches over for Mike’s chest. His cock, dripping cum, is hovering above me. Someone now reaches for my cock. I am not sure who it is, but they start jerking me. For a split second, I see at the far end of the bed, others sucking and fucking, the room is now full of horny guys, fucking animals.

Mike is now at full throttle, his muscles are tense, his body a high sheen of sweat making the dark fuzz on his chest glisten . Vince, the Italian tough guy from earlier is at Mike’s side, watching, he whispers something into Mike’s ear, and with that, Mike throws his head back and cries out, “MOTHER FUCKER!” Vince slaps him on the back and smiles nastily while my buddy has his orgasm. Yanking out of me he tears off the rubber and shoots a massive load onto my chest. The others reach out for it, and begin rubbing into my skin…Meanwhile, Vince is holding Mike around the waist while his final spasms of pleasure occur. Meanwhile, more hands touch me, bodies surround me, the smell of sweat is so strong…I close my eyes again and just enjoy the touch of strange hands… and think to myself, the night is still young…

END OF PART ONE

Zen Master

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

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

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

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

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

Needless to say, I was in lust.

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

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

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

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

"I like the food", I stammered.

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

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

"A horny fucker." he said grinning.

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

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

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

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

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

"Should I meet you here?"

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

An Indiscretion On The Midway

1: Carnival
It was late July, 1978, and the annual summer carnival hosted by the Knights of Columbus was in full swing in my little town.

I was supposed to meet my friend, Hank here; he was straight and had no idea about my sexuality, and as far as I knew, did not know about Chris, Stu or Andy's . As I have mentioned here before, a blue-collar town in South Jersey in the late 70's was not the kind of place that took kindly to gay folk ... still, you know what they say about small towns and secrets.

The carnival was taking place, as it had for fifty years prior, on the ball-field of Saint Sebastian's Catholic grade school.

I got there around eight, and found myself wandering about, taking in the sounds and sights ... and the smells, that odor of sawdust and fried foods was almost magical like incense, returning me to my childhood when my biggest concern was getting on the roller coaster, or having enough money for a snow cone as well as something left over to ride the House of Horrors.

Checking my watch and seeing that my pal was late, I decided to meander about some and as I stood at one of the many wheel of fortunes, "Everyone's a winner!" the barker promised from behind his booth, I saw that a former high school classmate of mine, Jeanie, had spotted me and called out my name. We had not seen each other since New Year's Eve at Chris's party.

"Well hey there, stranger!" she said as she joined me at the booth, "How have you been?"

You know, I might be gay, but Jeanie was beautiful, and she always smelled great; every time I was with her, I cursed my sexuality, some lucky straight guy was going to hook her someday and, for some reason, thinking that, always gave me a slight stab of jealousy.

We gabbed for a few minutes and I laid some money down on the wheel and won her a huge stuffed unicorn.

A half an hour later, she told me that she had to leave, but jotted her phone number down and gave it to me.

I continued waiting amidst the colorful lights, the music from the calliope, the increasing crowds; just losing myself for awhile. Finally, I found a pay phone and called my buddy Hank, only to find out that his car had broken down. We agreed to try again another night.

2: Enter Jerry Duffy
As I began to make my way through the crowds , to the parking lot, I heard someone call my name. Turing to scan the crowd, and not seeing anyone familiar, I started back . Then I heard my name being called ... again.

When I turned this time, I saw a vaguely familiar figure waving me down. He was standing by the ferris wheel, his long arms moving like an air traffic controller. The closer I got, I realized who it was. His name was Jerry Duffy, he'd graduated a year before me. I'd remembered him from an advanced English class in my junior year. He sat behind me. He was a major jock and a real cut up from what I recalled, and for whatever reason, he was very friendly to me back in the day ... truth be told, I had something of a school-boy crush on him.

We shook hands, his was big and beefy... and warm. And then he said, "How have you been? I heard you were living in Los Angeles!"

Ah, small town gossip, I thought as I said, "Nah, just spent a few months out there."

He smiled, and flashed an all American grin, his eyes catching the rainbow of lights from the ferris wheel, "Dude, you must have been getting a lot of pussy on the coast!"

"Something like that," I said fumbling and looking around, feeling embarrassed.

"Hey want to go to the beer garden, we can catch up!"

3: Catching Up
Even before I answered, Jerry put his arm around my shoulder and guided me to the patchwork tent that housed the beer garden.

Buddy Holly blared from the jukebox inside the tent, as we sat on a couple of squeaky folding chairs and ordered a pitcher. Maybe it was the heat: but the cold beer, and the sight of a former secret infatuation of mine, put me in a very relaxed mood.

As we drank, Jerry told me that in the fall he was leaving for Maine, "Bates College in Lewiston," he said lighting up a cigarette, "I had to take a couple of years off after high school and work for a bit, but I managed the tuition and will be going on a work-study program".

I toasted his good fortune and then, out of the blue he asked, "So how's Chris doing?"

Of course, I thought, they were on the football and wrestling teams together for at least two years, they were bound to know each other.

I made some vague remark that he was doing ok, never even dreaming of mentioning the truth. All the while he studied me, his handsome face relaxed but serious ... my god, he really was gorgeous, I thought to myself.

"You guys were pretty tight, If I remember. And there were those other two, can't recall their names, the four of you seemed inseparable".

"Andy and Stu," I said nodding my head.

"Right", he said, refilling my glass. "I never knew those other guys, but Chris talked about you a lot." He shifted in his chair and smiled charmingly continuing, "Hey, this one time, Charlie Gibson over hears Chris and me talking in the locker room about you, and Gibson says to him, 'hey, is he your boyfriend?' -- well, you know Chris and his temper, man he pummeled Gibson to a bloody mess. Man, it took the coach and four other guys to get Chris off of him."

"Yeah, well you know Chris and his short fuse," I offered.

Jerry nodded and said, "The odd thing about that was, when they pulled him of Charlie, Chris was sporting a major hard on ... I never forgot that."

Now I was flushed red, and breaking out in a cold sweat.

And then Jerry said very nonchalantly, "That was the first time I ever sucked a dick ... after everyone else had left, I was trying to calm him down, and one thing lead to another, and ... "

"Jerry", I said interrupting him, "I am not your father confessor, things happen, man, maybe you were just experimenting or something."

"No", he said, his face serene, "It was actually a revelation. Funny thing is, after that first time, he never talked about with me again. In fact, he avoided me."

I sighed and said, "That's Chris. It's the way he is. He's scared of his true self."

Jerry nodded, "That would explain the outbursts".

"You don't know the half of it", I laughed.

Then Jerry laughed and we polished off another pitcher of beer.

4: In the Room of a Million Lights
When I announced that I had to take a wicked piss, Jerry said, "Come on to my house and use the bathroom, not as rank as these plastic out-houses here."

"Where do you live?"

"Across the street", he said making an absent hitchhiker gesture with his thumb over his shoulder.

***

"Is anyone home?" I asked as we entered the small Cape Cod .

"My folks are in Atlantic City for the weekend, and my sister is Florida" he said not turning on any lights.

I was kind of expecting what happened next, so when he reached for my crotch I smiled and said, "Can I pee first?" He laughed and pointed me to the bathroom.

He waited for me outside the bathroom and led me down the dark hall to his bedroom. Again, no lights were turned on, but strangely, none were needed as the lights from the carnival shined brightly into his second floor window turning everything into a spinning wheel of a million lights.

"Jerry", I said somewhat awestruck by the illumination.

"Every year, since as long back as I can remember, I've loved when the carnival came to town because my room turns into this." And with that he approached me and we kissed gently ... and then we began to undo each other's shirts ... and then there was more kissing, and more lights, and when his shirt was off, revealing a rock hard chest I instinctively reached out and gave his nipples a quick pinch.

"Wow", he sighed, "That was hot, do it again".

This time I grabbed on to his tits and gave them both a long hard pinch, and watched as the tall handsome jock shivered in pleasure.

I told him to do the same to me, and soon we stood facing each other, working the other's nipples; digging the sensation of sharp pain that gave way to pleasure.

We drew closer and embraced, kissing now, violently. Our mouths sucking the life force from each other, our tongues clumsily lapping at each other. We were like a couple of horned out teen agers, and it felt great!

Just then, Jerry surprised me by wrapping his well muscled arms around my chest and threw me onto his bed.

Jerry dove on top of me, and we rough-housed and it felt damn good as we wrestled around grabbing at each other's balls, ass slapping ... Jerry was strong, as strong as Chris ... but there was something different, while we were working up a sweat, we were also laughing ... I'd almost forgotten that sex could be playful.

I managed to get the upper hand, and grabbed him around the waist and got him over my knee, "Oh man, I think I need to tan your hide", and I gave his firm, hard ass a couple of quick slaps.

He laughed out loud and then yelled out, "C'mon man, I've been a bad boy!"

That made me laugh and Jerry took the advantage and shifted off me and we rolled around on the bed some more until we found ourselves laying face to face, opposite of each other. He looked over at me, and said, "OK, let's arm wrestle, I'll make you say uncle!" And we locked arms and tried to best each other, but we couldn't get the other to submit ... and then, looking into his eyes, he let go of my arm and closed in; kissing me, tenderly and sweetly and I closed my eyes and when I opened them, I saw the multi color lights dancing on the ceiling and the walls.

I' m not sure when it happened, but suddenly Jerry was at my crotch sucking my cock. Like everything else, this was one part playful enthusiasm, and another, tender love making, he had me gasping in pleasure, clutching the sheets of the bed, trying to catch my breath every time he did something different to my cock.

When I felt myself on the verge of climaxing, I pulled his head back and tried to catch my breath. I looked down on his impossibly handsome face, his full head of hair all corkscrewed, his lips wet, his eyes reflecting the celebratory lights from outside ... "I want your cock", I managed to say.

He lay splayed out on the bed, his long limbs spread while I crouched down at his dick, which was thick and roughly the size of a small skyscraper. Licking my lips, I opened wide and took the whole damn thing into my mouth and Jerry cried out, "JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!" so loud that I actually jumped.

"NO!" He pleaded, "God, don't stop! Please!"

That's all I needed.

I tried every trick I knew and sucked the black Irish stud as best as I could and all the while he moaned and groaned and pleaded and begged and sighed ... until finally, I felt him tense up and then felt his midsection rise slightly and once more he cried out another obscene reference to god that was followed by a huge blast of cum that shot down my throat so quickly, I had no time to react to it.

When his second wave hit, he jerked his hips so sharply that he knocked me off his cock and I watched as another stream of his jizz shot up in the air, illuminated by the carnival lights, it looked like fireworks.

When he was through, he pulled me towards him, and with out a word, he was back down at my crotch sucking away.

Now, I lay back and watched as his head bobbed up and down.

"Oh man, Jerry, you are gonna make me cum!" I said through gritted teeth. Once more he pulled off of me and said, "Cum on my chest".

Pulling back once more, I positioned myself so that I straddled him and jerked off looking into his beautiful dark eyes and when I finally climaxed, I threw my head back and shouted his name while a messy load of my seed splashed all over his chest and his face.

5: An Hour Later
We were cleaned up, but still in his bed. The millions of lights continued making surreal constellations around us and we smoked a cigarette .

"You know", I said, "I had this major crush on you when I was in 11th grade".

He smiled sleepily at me and said, "If I'd known then, just think of how things might have turned out for us."

"Yeah", I said quietly

"Do you love Chris?" he asked.

"That's a tough question."

"It's simple, yes or no" he said laying his head on my chest.

I never answered his question, I just held him and said, "Isn't this good enough for now?"

"It'll do", he sighed closing his eyes.

And it did ...

...one month later Jerry Duffy left for college, and I never saw nor heard from him again.

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Grease Is the Word -The Legend of Ray

I met Ray Kowalski on a cold March evening in 1979. I had taken the semester off from college and was working a retail job at the time which pretty much took up most of my nights and weekends. My days off usually consisted of a couple during the week.

One night off, I was bored and couldn’t find anything to do. It was either a Sunday or Monday night. Nothing much was going on so I ended up pulling into a small bar on the outskirts of town for a couple of shots and some beer. I would drown my boredom and go home and sleep it off.

The bar was called, the Lucky Stiff. It sat on a small road that faced the highway and the adjoining township where a huge drive in movie theatre screen faced it. The place itself was dark and smoky and filled with sad looking middle aged patrons; men and women who seemed like life had passed them by. But that was ok, I just wanted to drink, I did not want company.

I sat at the bar and ordered a cold one and a shot of Southern Comfort. The barmaid, a huge woman with a bad dye job left my drinks without comment. The jukebox was playing songs from the 50’s: Elvis, The Platters, and The Flamingos.

After my second beer and shot someone sat next to me at the bar, I heard him before I saw him, “Joplin Juice”, he said. I looked over, and in the gloom saw a man of about thirty five or so, he wore a jean jacket and his hair was plastered back in a duck’s ass. His eyes flashed in the muted light like green flints, “Joplin Juice”, he said it again.

“How’s that?” I asked.

“Janis used to drink Southern Comfort all of the time”.

I nodded and smiled and noticed that my bar mate was smiling also. A blinding set of white teeth off set by a coarse five-o-clock-shadow that framed his angular face. He pulled a cigarette from a pack he had in his jacket pocket offered me one, which I accepted, lit us both up and took a puff and then said, “Name’s Ray Kowalski. You don’t look familiar”. I told him that I never had been here before and he grinned even wider and patted me on the back, “Well son, this is how the other half lives”, his voice was deep and gruff, and yet at the same time it was filled with something like warmth.

For the next hour or so we exchanged life stories. His was amazing, a Vietnam Vet, married and divorced, father of two girls, his ex had taken them to Arizona three years ago and he had not seen them since. Later on he told me about a job he had as a bouncer in Las Vegas and how he’d actually met Frank Sinatra one night. Then he said something that stayed with me for years, “Son, life’s got away of just pulling the rug out from under you when you least expect it. For awhile I was on top of the world but then, it was all gone thanks to a bad marriage. Today, I work in a little garage doing car repairs. Funny, just a few years ago I was making close to five hundred a night, today…well at least I’m still alive.”

Trying to keep up with his drinking was getting to me. I stood up to go to the bathroom and found the floor slip out from under me.

“Whoops, son” he said grabbing me under the arm and helping me, “Getting a little wasted, aren’t you?” I nodded and the room began to spin, “Come on he said, let’s go get you some coffee.”

He walked me out side and then around the back of the bar to a rickety set of wooden steps and we walked up them. The cold night air whipped at my skin it was raw and wet, but it felt good just the same. “You live here?” I asked. “Yup”, he said as we got to the top of the steps and made our way inside.

The apartment above the bar was small but comfortable. The paneled walls were mostly bare but I noticed that the place was clean as he led me over to the sofa. I flopped down unceremoniously and watched as Ray hovered above me turning on a lamp. He was pretty tall, and broad shouldered. When he took his jacket off he was wearing nothing but a white t-shirt that encased a very well developed torso. At the neck line I could see a tuft of black chest hair peeking through. His arms were muscled and hairy also but on the left arm I could make out a variety of tattoos. He turned his back to me for a second and I caught a fleeting glimpse of his denim encased butt. It was tight and firm and mouth watering. Damn, but I wanted to rock and roll with this guy.

“Sit tight”, he said as he walked into the kitchen. I looked around and saw some photographs here and there. Pictures of Ray’s past, no doubt. One of him in his uniform from Nam, another of him with long hair standing in front of a theater, I could not make out what the marquee said in the picture so I leaned a bit closer to have a look, “Fillmore East”, he had come back into the living room, “That’s me two months after I got out waiting to see The Who”.

A few moments later he went back into the kitchen and brought a steaming mug of coffee. I sipped it and marveled over the sweet taste, “A bit of the hair of the dog is the secret, you’ll be right as rain in no time” he said.

I asked him about his tattoos and he showed me them up close, moving his left arm in front of my face. I caught a whiff of sweat and Aqua Velva as I examined the dragon that scrolled around his bicep. He got closer to me and took the coffee from my hand and put it down on the side table. “Let’s go”, he said softly.

He helped me up and walked me to the bedroom which was lit only by the glow of a space heater. The bed was huge and neatly made. He motioned for me to sit and then said, “Are we on the same page, son?” I nodded. “First things first, how old are you?” I told him and he sighed and laughed, “Good, legal tender then.” I asked him how old he was, “39”, he said.
I was feeling sturdy again as we undressed each other. When his shirt came off and I saw that hirsute chest with the pink nipples and the rock hard abs I nearly burst. When he took his pants off and revealed a cock the size of a small missile, I thought I’d died and gone to heaven.

He pushed me down on the bed and straddled me and gently kissed me on the stomach working his way up to my chest and neck. I let my hands roam over his solid back, up and then down, until they found his rock hard ass cheeks and I gave them a squeeze and he snorted. I could feel his cock pressing up against mine and I felt insane with desire. He kissed me lightly on the forehead and then quickly darted back down to my chest first giving my right and then my left nipple a quick bite. I groaned

Continuing his straddle, he worked his way up until his cock was at my lips and he lifted his hips and ground my face with his member. I could smell his musk it was sweet and heady.

I opened my mouth and took his cock like communion. He plunged down my throat and surprisingly I did not choke. I relaxed and let him fuck my face. I heard him cursing under his breath as I had my tongue work on the head of his monster and then under it. I could feel his balls slapping up against my chin. At one point he reached down and with his left hand he twisted my left nipple. I felt my cock grow even harder.

When he finally slid out of my mouth he moved back to a sitting position on my chest, his dick jutting forth, and then he guided my hands up to his head, to his hair which was thick with some kind of pomade. I ran my fingers through his locks until they were slimy with the stuff and then he guided my hands to his cock which I covered with the the grease.

Ray slid off me for a second and lifted my legs with ease to rest them on his shoulders. He looked down on me and gave me a crooked little smile, his hair was corkscrewed now and he looked like he’d just woke up. I met his eyes, those green fire emeralds and as I gazed into them he slowly entered me until I thought I might break in two. I’d never felt anything like this before. I was by no means a virgin, but I’d never had a cock like this before.

The pain was sublime. I wanted it to go on forever. And it did, and eventually it morphed into pleasure.

At one point, with him in me up to the hilt, he pushed even further and I thought I’d die. Then he pushed my head to the side and covered my face with his left armpit. The smell of him and the taste of his sweat were alarmingly overwhelming I was going into sensory overload.

Crouching again over me, he began to pound me in earnest, my head was slamming into the wall behind the bed, he was cursing under his breath again, and his body was shiny with sweat, his body hair glistening. I thought he was about to come and suddenly he pulled out and lay next to me.

He kissed me roughly on the mouth and began to stroke my dick like it was some kind of car jack. I returned the favor, and we jerked each other off, kissing and sweating until finally he came. I could feel his hot load squirting all over my chest and the next thing I knew I returned the favor.

We lay on the bed now, both of us panting for breath, he leaned over to me and asked, “Want to spend the night?”

“Yes”, I said.

He got out of bed and brought some towels over and gently cleaned me off and then did the same to himself. A few moments later we lay chest to chest.

As I began to doze, I noticed that the bass of the jukebox could be plainly heard from the bar downstairs. “Doesn’t that bother you,” I asked.

“No,” he said sleepily, “It’s comforting, like god’s heartbeat”.

The next morning I woke up and Ray was still sound asleep. I gathered my clothes and dressed quietly out in the living room. On a table by the front door I noticed a picture of Ray with two beautiful little girls in his arms. I surmised these were his daughters and I hoped that somehow, someway, they’d all be reunited soon.

I never saw Ray again. I never went back to The Lucky Stiff again. Nights like the one I spent with him are the stuff of legend, and legends live on forever.

Ray, wherever you are, whatever became of you, I hope you are happy …