Three Way Trick, Three Way Treat

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

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

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


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

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

We kissed one long wet and sloppy one.

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

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

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

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

Van kept sucking.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Rick was pounding Van into submission also.

“Fuck his ass”, I commanded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Life was perfect…

Love on a Winter’s Morning.

The dorm room I shared with Chris was on the top floor of our building; an old castle-like structure that we referred to as “Munster Hall”. Our room had two big floor to ceiling windows, the front window faced the parking lot and the back window faced the soccer field and the woods behind it. Standing at this window, one could watch the sun rise.

I stood there naked facing the dawn that was breaking over the frost covered landscape. Bare trees made skeleton finger salutes to the sky. My hands were cold as I used the window for support while my best friend stood behind me, fucking me with his usual abandon.

With every thrust he pushed me closer to the frosted pane until I was pressed up against it, my own cock at full staff pressed into the frigid glass, and even so, I leaked pre-cum onto the window – I wondered for a second if it might freeze.

Soon we were both flat against the massive window; Chris pushing himself up and in me – I could feel his hot breath on my neck, sometimes he licked at the back of my earlobe, while his hands held me firmly at the waist.

We had done this a few times before at the window. I wondered if anyone had seen us, not that I cared. But this morning was a Sunday, early, and the campus was dead.

Chris kept fucking me – he was now biting me on the back of my neck, it would leave marks that we would laugh about later – for now, the sting of his bites and the pleasure/pain of his cock slamming me was all I wanted.

I managed to move my hands to the oak sills of the window for better support and to avoid any kind of catastrophe. When I did this, he slipped his hands off my thighs and up and down my chest until he found my nipples and began to roughly massage them, and then he brought a hand to the front of my neck, to my throat and grasped it firmly and pushed my head back and he bit me again and I cried out.

He released me for a second and then his muscular arms wrapped around my torso and he managed to throw me to the floor, his cock never leaving my ass, and we fell to our knees and I slumped over an old easy chair while the fucking continued... I turned my head and looked at his face. It was beet red, his crown of curly brown hair all askew, a five o clock shadow made him look dashing and dangerous, and the dawn’s rosy early glow illuminated him to perfection.

I loved him so much.

We slipped from the chair until I was flat on my back and he lifted my legs so I could see him, his beautiful hairy chest just now glistening with sweat, the veins in his neck bulging, his biceps doing the same; oh and that beautiful face … that face that I had been taken with since 10th grade.
I reached up and pinched his tits and he growled and threw his head back and I felt his come shoot up into me.

After he came he pulled out and got on top of me and kissed me. I could feel that stubble of his, like sandpaper against my skin. And then he went down on me and started sucking my cock. Dear god, but he could suck cock with such enthusiasm.

I held his head down on me, pushing him further and further, and I could see the red and gold of the new day cut through the window making the ceiling glow all light pink.

He took my balls in his hand in massaged them while he kept sucking and I felt the first surge hit, that wave of gratification and I thrust my hips up and he gagged for a second but stayed on my cock, swallowing my cum as I fell into the little death that is an orgasm while lights danced behind my now closed eyes …

It was too cold to remain on the floor so we dashed back into bed, and threw the blankets and sheets around ourselves and held each other tightly.

No words for at least ten minutes.

And then,

“Let’s get some coffee”, he said.

I watched as he leapt from bed, stark naked, his perfect body a silhouette in the morning light. He paused for a second and then turned to me and put his hand out.

“Come on man,” he said smiling at me, "I want you with me".

And I took his hand and got out of bed.

The Return of My Sweet Hitchhiker (part 2 - seeing the future)

It was almost noon when Rick and I finally took a break.

The sheets on my bed were twisted and damp with perspiration and we were both sore, and sweaty and sated.

“Damn”, he said reaching for a cigarette, “You sure know how to show a fellow a good time”.

“Nothing but the best for poor college students”, I said laying flat next to him on my back.

I watched as blue smoke rose into the air making ghost images in the brilliant September sunshine that flowed through my bedroom window.

“Hungry”? I asked.

“Famished”, he replied.

I leapt from the bed and grabbed a pair of jeans from my closet and sauntered on into the bathroom to clean up. “Do you want to go out for a bite?” I yelled from the hallway.

“Could we order in?” He shot back, his voice flat and frank, always, like a punch line to some joke that only he knew he was telling.

“Sure”, I hollered back, as I turned on the sink and began giving my self a sponge bath.

An hour later, two pizzas arrived and we were camped out on the floor in the living room enjoying greasy faux Italian and a bottle of good red wine that Rick had brought. We talked world politics while we ate, both bemoaning that fact that Reagan’s America would pretty much become Bush’s America shortly. And then he asked me about Chris.

“Say whatever happened to your friend in Denver?”

“He got married”, I sighed. “He has a wife now and is living the American Dream.”

“Just like that?” He asked incredulously, “He went from being gay to straight?”

“It’s a long story”, I said pouring some more wine.

“I’m not going anywhere”, he said making himself comfortable … and so as my sweet young hitchhiker reclined on my living room floor, I told him the whole story…

“Damn”, he said when I was through, “That’s really, well I don’t know what to say. It’s kind of like since he could not have you, he cut off his nose to spite his face.”

“Something like that”, I said hoping to change the subject.

Rick saw the look on my face and moved closer to me, “Hey, he said, I’m sorry; I don’t want to dredge up bad memories…”

I turned and faced him, staring into those green eyes and that boyish, somewhat impish face and said, “No sweat.”, and then we kissed long and it was sweet and perfect; a Saturday kind of kiss full of sunshine and promise.

“Would you mind if I spent the weekend here? He whispered...

I smiled and said, “Rick, nothing would make me happier.” We kissed again and then I tousled his already unkempt hair and said, “Come on, reds, help me clean up this mess.”

After we cleaned up the living room and tossed the pizza boxes away, Rick took a shower while I poured myself another cup of coffee and pondered how we’d spend the next few days … more sex was a given, but what would we do to fill in the hours between orgasms.

He emerged from the shower looking crisp in a red t shirt and tight jeans. I wanted to eat him alive, he looked so cute.


So we spent the balance of the day running errands, walking a local flea market, going back to his hotel to check out and pick up his things, and finally to the video store where we picked up a John Cusak film.

Driving back to my apartment, the night had turned cooler. Rick smiled over at me from the passenger seat and his face seemed so familiar, like it was always supposed to be where it was, smiling at me.

“So, it’s cool if I stay the weekend? I have to be at Philadelphia Airport on Monday morning, I’ll leave the rent a car at Hertz and …”

“Of course”, I interrupted, “Rick, you can stay the rest of your life if you’d like”.

“Careful what you wish for”, he snorted.

Back at my place, we made our selves comfortable in the living room. Once more, he leaned back into the crook of my arm and we watched the video I rented and shared a couple more joints.

An hour into the movie and I was feeling very relaxed and began to nod off. Rick poked me in the side and said, “Hey man, your missing this Oscar contender”. I smiled goofily and shrugged my shoulders and then instinctively pulled him close and began kissing him.

Rick moaned his approval and moved his right hand under my shirt and began to rub my chest. We maneuvered on the over sized couch until we were long ways, Rick on top of me, his hips grinding against me; I let my hands come up and slowly worked back to his denim encased butt and massaged it, pushing him towards me. He moaned again and I think I did likewise.

We continued dry humping each other for some time, kissing each other exploring and playing, the pot magnifying the sensation of pent up lust.

He sat up for a second and took his shirt off, tossing it across the room and then began to tear at my shirt. Once I was shirtless, Rick went at my torso, licking and kissing my stomach and then slowly, maddeningly, making his way up until he reached my chest and then started sucking on my nipples, his tongue darting and stabbing at my rock hard tits. Every time he bit at them, I felt white hot explosions of pleasure shoot through my whole being. I’m sure I began groaning and Rick saw that it was good and so he kept it up.

Feeling playful I grasped him by his hair and guided him to my arm pit and he lapped at the sweat hungrily like a parched animal, “You taste good”, he said between laps, and so I lifted my other arm and put him to work on my left arm pit.

When he kissed me again, I tasted my own perspiration as well as his saliva. I reached down and began to undo his pants until I freed his cock which was soaked with pre-cum. I rubbed some of it off and put a finger in his mouth so that he could taste his own slime. He licked it up and winked at me as he adjusted him self so that he could get his pants off.

Sitting astride my chest lit only by the glow of the television he looked like some kind of renegade spirit, and angel with a dirty face ….

I reached up and began to play with his tits and he gasped and threw his head back and said, “Harder, pinch ‘em! Oh god, yes!”

I did as he asked and saw that his cock continued leaking juice all over my still buttoned jeans.

“Undo my pants, man”, I directed him.

With much finesse, he got my 501’s undone and released my own raging member. Spitting on his hand, he reached down and began milking me with gusto. I thought I was going to shoot it felt so good. And then he slipped a hand under my ass and began to finger my butt while he jerked me and I was off to the races.

“Ah, you dirty mother fucker”, I growled.

And then, he lowered his head and began licking at my ass. Every time his hot tongue punched up against my hole I gasped. I grabbed his head and held him down there while he licked me raw, my body wracked with spasms of pleasure.

Pulling him up, I lifted him up off the sofa in a bear hug and brought him down on the floor, propping him up against the sofa and attacked his dick, giving him a blow job that I hoped would send him back to the Rocky Mountain state smiling. I deep throated him and began to lightly tug at his nuts while doing so. Rick began to push at my face, his hand pressing at the back of my head until I took every inch of him, and even though I was gagging, I would not stop, I wanted my sweet hitchhiker to remember this moment.

He came in my mouth and it was unexpected and unannounced. One second he was bucking like an electrified pony and the next thing I knew he was shooting his seed down my throat.

“FUCK!” he yelled, as he threw his head back.

I got up and kissed him and let him taste his come again, and then I threw him down on the floor and threw his legs up over my shoulders, produced a condom that was lying in the drawer of the coffee table, and threw a fuck into him. He grimaced at first and then I saw that smile on his face as I fucked him and leaned foreword and kept kissing him while I made love to him. His asshole was so tight and it seemed to lock around my cock like his mouth, and I wanted to go deeper, I wanted to merge with him, to become one, and at that moment, when Rick said my name out loud, I shot my load and leaned down and we kissed as I came, one long, hard passionate kiss, a kiss unlike any I’d ever had in my life, a kiss that was magnified by the tsunami like climax I was having, a kiss that told me that Rick, my sweet hitchhiker, was something more than a fuck buddy, something more than a recreational pal in the carnal circus of life … that kiss made my heart open up and burst with love for this young man…

Like before, I was still hard after I came and this time, Rick said it. “Stay inside of me, I need you so bad.” I looked and saw tears in his eyes, and I leaned down, and kissed him gently this time, and whispered his name to him and his face looked up at me and I felt that I’d suddenly seen something I’d never seen before, in my life, I felt that I was staring into my future…

Our future…

TO BE CONTINUED…

The Return of My Sweet Hitchhiker (part 1)

I saw my sweet hitchhiker, Rick, again about two months after we spent that amazing night and morning at the Gold Rush Inn in Castle Rock, Colorado earlier that summer.

It was a beautiful September morning when my phone rang. I had been sitting in my kitchen drinking coffee and reading the New York Times when I took the call. His voice, as familiar as the rosy dawn outside my kitchen window was a pleasure to hear again.

“Hi tough guy”, he said in that flat, frank tone of his.

“Rick!” I exclaimed, almost overturning my cup of joe, “What’s up, man?”

“Do you really want to know?” He said, chuckling.

We had been talking for almost ten minutes when he sprung his surprise on me, “Listen, I’m in Cherry Hill New Jersey at the Inn for a Young Journalist’s convention and, well I don’t leave until Tuesday morning I was thinking…”

“Say no more”, I replied, “You’re only about fifteen minutes away”.

He had a rental car and so I gave him directions.


I opened my front door a half an hour later and there he was. That beautiful crop of somewhat disheveled reddish brown hair, those beautiful green eyes, he wore a plain white t-shirt and a pair of 501’s and a blindingly white pair of new white Puma’s on his rather large feet.

I ushered him in and gave him the grand tour of my apartment. Later on we updated each other on this and that over another cup of coffee and some of the best pot I’d smoked since 1979.

“Where did you get this stuff?” I asked feeling the top of my head going numb.

“This girl I know, she lives in a commune in the Flatiron Mountains with some guy who herd’s sheep for a living”.

For whatever reason, the image of Heidi and her pot growing goat-herder beau struck me as hysterical and I began to chortle, and soon we were both laughing. Tears streamed down our faces as we continued howling over the supplier of this righteous weed.

In spite of the coffee, but probably because of the dope, we were both pretty blitzed, so we repaired to the living room and I turned on the stereo. Rick immediately went to my CD and album collection and began looking through my library of music. He yanked out “See How We Are” by X and asked if we could listen.

On the sofa he lazed into the crook of my arm and we got comfortable as we let the music of X wash over us. I smelled the faint odor of soap and after shave on my new friend as I pulled him closer to me. He moaned and put his arms around my chest and said, “I missed you”, and then he laid his head on my chest and closed his eyes.

We remain like that for a few minutes in a state of pure bliss, two souls at peace with each other.

When the album ended I asked him if he wanted to go into the bedroom, he looked up at me with those beautiful eyes of his and feigned shock and said in a faux Southern accent, “Sir, do you think I can be had for a cup of coffee?”

I pushed him off me and gave his ass a quick hard slap and said, “Get in the bedroom, Blanche”

He was shirtless on my bed when I walked in, his tight jeans revealing a nicely accentuated bulge. I jumped on the bed and threw my arms around him and kissed him long and hard. Rick moaned again. I reached down and rubbed his crotch and he said my name.

Like lovers who have known each other a lifetime we touched and licked and pressed, each, somehow, knowing what the other wanted … I pulled at his tight jeans and undid the button fly and felt his cock spring forth like a jack in the box. Licking my lips I went down on him and savored his dick, letting my tongue massage and stimulate it. Rick groaned and kept saying my name as I sucked him off. I lifted his thighs and brought my hands to his ass cheeks which I massaged as I continued blowing him. I brought my fingers inward towards his asshole and when I finally touched his spot he yelled out and shot his load in my mouth.

After he came, he leaned up and kissed me on the mouth and whispered in my ear, “Please, fuck me”.

I gently turned him over and straddled his back while I pulled a condom out of the bedside table and sheathed my member. Once I was lubed up I slowly pushed into his alabaster ass which was more beautiful than I’d remembered, “God damn!” Rick groaned and then began to bite at the pillow.

His tight ass welcomed my throbbing cock and I soon found my rhythm and began to fuck him in earnest, every nerve in my body tingling with pleasure. After a few minutes Rick began to push his ass up at my cock which intensified the feeling, I wanted to fuck him forever.

The sex was getting intense, the way I liked it, I began to fuck him harder and he took it like a champ. When I slapped his ass, his head shot up and he cried out, “Yeah, that’s what I’ m talking about!”

We rolled about the bed some until finally he was hanging over the edge as I continued nailing his sweet little ass, he started coaxing me saying, “Come on man, give it to me”, and then, again he said my name, and I climaxed.

After I came, I remained on top of him, still hard and still in him. Rick was breathing heavily and we were both pretty sweaty and both worn out.

When I pulled out and removed the condom, Rick flipped over and began sucking on my still engorged member. I could not believe this, I’d just had a four star orgasm and yet I felt I was ready to go again as the red head slurped hungrily at me.

He went at it fast and furiously and I was shocked and pleased when I came again; this time in his mouth.

TO BE CONTINUED….

Love Hurts

There is this move in wrestling known as The Boston Crab in which the dominant wrestler has his challenger face down on the mat while he takes the fallen guys legs and bend’s them backwards and up in an unnatural position . To make it even more painful, the dominant wrestler holds on to the opponent’s legs and then plants himself on the lower back of his opponent.

This is the position I found myself in with Chris as he worked to make me submit.

We were in the gym at our old college. It was a winter’s night in 1983. It had been a rough week for both of us, and we needed to blow off some steam.

The pain was excruciating as Chris held me in a Boston crab. I screamed at the top of my lungs and with that, Chris reached down and grabbed my balls and said, “I’ll give you something to scream about”.

I worked through the mind numbing pain and planted my hands down on the mat and used all of my strength to lift myself up while I arched my back. And then, with one good push, I threw him off me and got up to my feet and stood over him. Without a moments thought, I kicked him in the ass and then dived on top of him, grabbing him by his hair and shoving his face down in the mat. Then I let go and punched him in the small of his back and made him yell out. He bucked and I lost my balance and the next thing I knew I was laying on my back with him on top of me. He held my neck with his left hand and brought a fist up as he began to pummel me in the side. His arm was a blur as he continued punching and I reached up desperately, and pushed fiercely at his face, knocking him down on the floor and made a claw with my hand and dug into his tight firm stomach. I could see his hard-on through the singlet he was wearing. His cock was at full alert, as was mine, and the fact that he was as turned on as I was made me hurt him even more.

Just then Chris shot up and got his arms around me. He lifted me up off the floor in a bear-hug and I winced in pain as his muscular arms crushed my torso. I tried to do the same, but since I could not get any leverage, it was impossible. He adjusted himself again, and then squeezed me even harder, I could see the veins in his neck popping as I went for a cheap shot and punched him in the throat, causing him to drop me back on to the mat.

I lay on the floor for a second gasping for air, looking up at the arc lights that lit the gym, only a few of them were on, and then I saw Chris staggering about, choking and spiting. I caught a glimpse of his face, it was red and angry. I rolled over to get out of his way and stood up and adjusted my boot which felt loose. He stopped coughing and seemed to get his bearings and we locked up once more in a traditional Greco-Roman stance.
From my point of view, I could see that he was now dripping pre cum through his singlet. Then the next thing I knew, he had me in a side headlock and I could feel his left bicep as it bulged like a rock into my temple while he held me and ground into my head. I slipped my hand into his tights then and gave his nuts a sharp pull. He let out a yell and let go of me I came from at his back and gave him a bear hug from behind. He struggled and fell to the floor and we rolled on the mat each trying for the upper hand, until finally, both of us exhausted and bruised we ended face to face, breathing heavily.

He spit in my face and then kissed me forcibly, I opened my mouth and let him in and began to struggle again even while we continued sucking face. At one point, while his tongue darted and lapped at my own, he punched me in the chest and then pinched and held on to my left nipple causing a razor shop shard of pain to shoot through my body. I retaliated by bringing my left hand around to his right pec and slapped it as hard as I could and then made a fist and punched him there. He stopped kissing me for a second after the blow to his chest and looked down on me with a crazed look and then he bit me on the neck, softly, but hard enough to make me think that I’d have a damn hickey come tomorrow.

We began to tear at each other singlets and pulled and ripped until we were mostly free of them; our cocks found each other and soon we were grinding on the floor; humping each other. We rolled and rubbed up against each other, our bodies slimy with perspiration, and then I felt him reaching behind me forcing a finger up my ass. I punched him again in the chest and he went in deeper and we kissed again. I could feel several of his fingers pushing into me now and my dick was so hard from all of this it could serve as a rail spike.

We rolled again and now were again chest to chest. We grabbed each others cocks and with out saying a word we jerked each other off. We did this frantically; as if we were extensions of each other’s libidos. We kept kissing as we yanked and I felt him come first at my hand. He tensed up and shot one of his monster loads all over my stomach and chest; and yet, he never stopped jerking me off.
I came a few minutes later and pulled him to me so that when I came my seed cover his thighs and he kissed me while I shook and shuddered from the orgasm.

A few moments later, as we lay on the floor, spent beyond words, I felt his hand take mine and I turned my head and looked sideways at him. He was doing the same and he winked and mouthed, “I love you” to me.

And even though I felt the same, I just smiled back and did not say or do anything. We remained like that, on the floor of the empty gym for about ten minutes until we both got up and went to shower and change back into our clothes…

Make It About Revenge Then

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Four Guys Fucking (A Dark and Stormy Night in August of 1976)

Chris and I were kissing, deeply, intensely, while Andy was sucking his dick and Stu was working on mine. We were in Andy’s bed at his house. It was late at night and there was a thunderstorm raging outside. The electricity had been out for over an hour. Illumination was provided by a few candles lit in the bedroom. With the exception of the groans and slurps and occasional coaxing from one of us, the house was silent. Andy’s parents were away for the week and for now; four horny 18 year old guys were going wild in his bedroom.

I let my hands run through Chris’s long curly hair. He was pushing Andy’s head down on his cock with his meaty hands, and Stu was massaging my thighs while he gave me head, and Andy was fingering Stu’s ass while he worked on sucking off Chris.

We were all so connected.

Stu stopped sucking me off and looked up at me with those sleepy eyes of his. His mouth was wet and glistened in the candle light. He winked at me and then moved himself over to Andy and with out missing a beat he mounted our buddy with the bubble butt and began to fuck him; Chris looked over at me and said, “Go fuck Stu for a bit, I want to see some chain fucking.”

I obliged the captain of the football team and got behind Stu and shoved my own cock deep inside of him. He gasped for a second and then I met his rhythm and followed his fuck motion with my own. Chris put his arms behind his head, I could see his muscles flex when he did this – he was so fucking hot, our ringleader.

A crash of thunder outside boomed through the house and echoed …I wondered if the gods were angry with what was happening in this little room in New Jersey, and frankly, I did not care!

“Andy”, Chris’s deep voice said, slowly, “Fuck him,” he said motioning to me.

I disengaged from Stu for a second and felt arms circle me as the others helped me to my stomach and then I felt my darling little buddy climb on me and rub his wet cock all over my ass. After a few false starts I felt him enter me and it felt great. He pumped away with all the abandon of a race horse.

Stu moved in front of me and pushed his cock up to my mouth, I opened and began to lick his prick and caught a quick glimpse of he and Chris locked deep in a kiss. I sucked on Stu and ran my tongue up and down his shaft making him shudder with pleasure.

The next thing I knew, Stu was laying next to me and Chris was pummeling him, I looked over and saw that Stu was gritting his teeth and cursing. I reached around and grabbed his well muscled left leg and squeezed it; all the while Andy was still pounding my ass.

Andy slapped my ass and that made me yell out and Chris laughed and reached over and slapped my other cheek.

Stu looked over at me and said, “Our turn” and with that, we both bucked simultaneously and threw them off our backs. Andy and Chris went flying and landed on the other side of the bed and Stu and I got on our knees and gave each other a rather sloppy wet kiss, our leaking cocks slamming against each other.


I grappled Chris and threw him down and said, “Ready punk?” and shoved my member deep inside of him causing him to curse a blue streak while Stu mounted Andy and together we rode our buddies as intently as they had us earlier.

Chris’s ass was so fucking tight and the thought of banging the jock made me nuts. I went to town on him and wanted him to remember who was punking him. Meanwhile, Stu was fucking Andy so hard he nearly knocked him off the bed.

Finally, Stu pulled out of Andy and the next thing I knew, Andy was face fucking Chris and Stu was behind me working on my tits, I could feel his rock hard cock touching my crack. He yanked my head back and licked my ear and started talking dirty to me, he was driving me insane as he said, “Go man, fuck this bastard into next week…”

I shot my load deep inside of Chris and suddenly felt Stu come on my balls. Andy let out a wail and pulled out of Chris’s mouth and shot all over his face. And then Chris came, like a bronco he bucked and threw the three of us off of him as she shot his load all over the sheets of the bed and said, “Holy fucking Christ…”

Once again, the four of us were exhausted and spent. We lingered in the sweat and semen covered sheets for a few minutes until Andy spoke up and said, “Hey guys, let’s do that again...”

Summer of Stu (1)

Stu had his cock up my ass as I lay prone in the makeshift sling that hung from the rafters of the old barn. Every time he pulled me forward using the sling’s chains, his biceps would bulge and this made me more excited. I watched his face also as his black hair, wet with sweat flopped against his face with every movement. His eyes, like always, had that sleepy sexy look as he focused on me while he fucked me. I loved him so much at that moment…

…it was the long hot summer of 1977 and we were living together at Stu’s late grandfather’s farmhouse in a rural section of Southern New Jersey. We both were working part time jobs and trying our best to avoid adult responsibility, unlike Andy and Chris who already were in college and seemed to have set goals for themselves, Stu and I were happy being blue collar and unfettered … of course all of that would change in time, but for now, we were content.

The house we shared was a tremendous old structure that Stu’s family wanted to hold on to until they could eventually sell it. For the time being though, it was our house of love and it was great. I still remember that big kitchen that we would take meals in with the old stove that you had to light with those wooden matches; and the old creaky bed we shared upstairs; and the huge yard that once yielded corn and pumpkins, but now just grew wild with sunflowers and a healthy crop of Mary Jane.

Behind the main house was a barn that Stu used as a studio where he painted these remarkable portraits and landscapes; it was also the place we jerry-rigged as our playroom. We fucked so many times over the summer in that barn that sometimes I would get hard just walking in to the building. Sometimes Andy and Chris would come around and we’d have these astounding four ways in the old structure and on other occasions, we’d bring the occasional fuck buddy around to join in.

One fuck buddy that Stu and I were both pretty fond of was a hot young guy who worked at the local gas station. His name was Mitch and he was a beautiful combination of Italian, Spanish and Native American. He had dark sultry looks, a beautiful head of blue black hair, and a huge cock and very fuckable ass. The first time Mitch came over, Stu and I took turns fucking him. We ended up with me up Mitch's sweet ass and Stu fucking his face. I remember how we used him as a fuck machine that time; the two of us in a pre orgasmic state of bliss as we violated this tough little bastard and he took it like a champ. When we were through we lay him on a haystack and took turns sucking him off until he came shooting a load that was nothing short of astonishing.

So back to being in that sling; it was humid night in mid July and we were trying out the sling we had rigged using some chains and an old saddle we’d found. I was getting fucked and just getting off on the whole freaky affair when the barn door opened. Stu turned from for a second and tensed up until he realized that it was only Mitch, “Don’t stop, dude,” I said, “Invite him in.”
It did not take much coaxing to have Mitch join in. He stood over me while Stu continued pounding me. I reached out and grabbed his denim encased crotch and he smirked as I felt his stiff dick.

Stu motioned for Mitch to join him and soon he was naked kissing Stu who continued fucking me non stop. I watched as he licked some of the sweat from my buddy’s chest and then began to nibble on his tits. This made Stu pound me even harder and I let out a yelp as his dick felt like it grew even thicker inside of me.

“You want some of this, man?” Stu asked Mitch and in a matter of seconds, Stu pulled out and Mitch took over standing in front of my shackled legs as he pushed his member deep into me and savagely fucked my ass. I cried out in pain but did not have a chance to do it again as Stu was now shoving his dick in to my throat while he pulled and pinched my tits until I thought he might rip them off my chest. I felt myself traveling to that dark space that I loved so much when the sex become more than sex when it becomes something indescribable when you and your partners are just a big mass of flesh trying to mesh into a ball of pleasure.

Mitch grabbed my balls and squeezed them roughly and I thought I was going to drop for a second, Stu pulled out of my mouth and joined his fuck buddy and got behind him. At first I could not see what was happening and then, I realized that Stu was fucking Mitch while Mitch continued fucking me. I could make out their sinewy arms and both of their heads of dark longish hair…it was like I was being had by some two headed, four armed demon.

Stu reached around and began pinching at Mitch’s tits and Mitch howled something in Spanish and with that I felt him come up my ass with a jolt that nearly threw me off the sling onto the floor of the barn. When he was through, I felt Stu pull him away and once more, I was being fucked by my beautiful lover who was now gasping for breath and pretty much so sweaty he looked like he’d just come out of the shower. He began to pile drive my ass and then I felt a warm mouth begin working on my own dick, it was Mitch, sucking me off like a hover. He seemed to be working in collusion with Stu’s rhythm; the harder I got fucked, the harder I got sucked.

I shot my load in his mouth and he did not budge, he sucked every fucking drop of my seed and then Stu let out a howl as he came up my ass, I caught a glimpse of his body tense so that I could see every muscle in his tight body. He looked like a Greek God come to life and he continued coming and I felt his hot load fill me and the sweat of this other man cover me and my own sweat combined with his and I touched his head and grabbed him up to my face so that I could kiss him, I closed my eyes for a second and the next thing I knew, both of them were kissing me. Stu and Mitch were at my mouth and we kissed each other quickly at first until eventually the three of us slowed down and we all collapsed to the floor of the barn, totally spent and totally sated.

We asked Mitch if he wanted to spend the night later. He made some excuse and so we said our goodbyes and went back to the house. Later on Stu and I took a cool shower together and then lay in bed sharing a joint and laughing over the nights events. He looked over at me and I saw those sleepy sexy eyes of his again and he kissed me with one of those long beautiful kisses of his. I was amazed to find that he was hard again. As a matter of fact so was I.

He took the joint from my hand and put it out in an ash tray and told me that he wanted me to fuck him, and then he lay on his stomach, his ass raised and I mounted him and fucked him and told him that I loved him …

Sweet Relief

When I was working my first civil service job, I had a co-worker named Van. He was a very handsome guy and a natty dresser. He was also one of the kindest and most conciseness social workers I’d ever met. His demeanor was quiet and somewhat reserved and I assumed he was gay because, well because of many factors. Imagine my shock when I found out he was married and had several children. Anyway, I chalked the whole thing up to my imagination and buying in to the stereotype that all gay men are a certain way.

One day, Van and I were assigned to a case that gave us some time out of the office; field work they call it – you go into the belly of the beast and see what you can do to help a situation that is befalling some poor unfortunate -- anyway, we ended up going to a house where a domestic violence issue caused the police to ask us to see if the kids of this unhappy couple were alright. It was a nasty scene when we got to the house. The mother was bruised and obviously stoned out of her gourd, and dad was missing ; we had to make a call and we ended up moving these two little girls into a foster home…man nothing busts your gut like taking two screaming children away from their family, no matter how fucked up the situation is. All you can do, is steel your resolve and hope for the best; which is what we did.

It was evening by the time we finished up and we drove back to the office that bleak January night. We talked about what had transpired and once again I was taken with Van’s sensitivity concerning the two children we had just placed, “God, I hope we did the right thing, “ he said as I glanced over to the passenger side of the car, “those girls deserve better than that”. I nodded my head in silent agreement as I stole another glance at him…my goodness but he was handsome. Not stunning, just handsome with a pleasant face, a curly crop of dirty blond hair and goatee; in the changing light of passing cars, I could see his eyes sparkle…at least I thought they were sparkling, and then I realized that they were wet with tears and that he was quietly weeping.

I did not know what to say or do, so I kept focused on the road and noticed that a light snow was starting. Turning on the windshield wipers I cleared my throat and asked, “Are you ok, Van?”

It was silent in the car for a few seconds and then he said, “Sorry, I … you see, I am in the midst of a really messy divorce right now, and it’s causing havoc with my kids and seeing those two little girls tonight…ah, fuck, I’m sorry I’m such a wuss,” he sniffed.

“No need to apologize and I am sorry to hear about your divorce”, I patted him on the knee and he jumped. “What’s the matter?” I said, assuming that I might have hurt him or something.

“Just kind of jumpy is all.”

We got back to the office at around nine in the evening. The place was deserted and dark, and we let ourselves in with a key and locked the door behind us. I had never been in my office at night, and I had no idea where the circuits were, so we walked into one of the small conference room that was lit by a soda machine. I flopped in a chair deciding how I was going to find my way back to my desk so I could collect my things and go home when Van said, “Can we talk?”

“Sure” I said, sounding preoccupied as I continued trying to figure how I’d see in the dark.

“I really like you”, he said standing facing the soda machine.

“And I’m fond of you, now what’s this all about?”

And then he told me that he was gay and that his marriage broke up because he told his wife the same.

“OK,” I said realizing that something else was going on here, I could feel myself getting aroused.

“I am in such a fucked-up place now; I just need someone to touch me, someone to hold me…”

I undid my coat in record time and sat on the table next to where he was standing and I put my hand on his shoulder as he continued, “I need to know that I am not alone, I need …”

I put my hand on his arm, and rubbed it gently and pulled him towards me; “Do you really want to do this?” I asked him softly. He replied by giving me a rather sloppy kiss.

Knowing that the office was vacant save for us, I told him to relax and made a seat for him on my lap as I sat perched on the edge of the conference room table. I held him around the waist and slowly undid his shirt. He lifted his arms and I took the shirt off. He was wearing a “wife beater” under this which revealed some nice shoulders which I began to massage for him. I watched as his head lolled to the side and he moaned softly as I tried to undo the knots in his upper back. I moved my hands to his neck and rolled my fingers softly at the base of his skull and he moaned again. I noticed now that he was grinding into my lap while my cock was revealing the way I felt.

He turned and faced me with a stupid half smile on his face and he kissed me again. This time I took the lead and let my tongue explore his mouth. He tasted of spearmint gum, which he had been chewing earlier. Then he moved away from my mouth and started kissing my face moving to my ear and he whispered softly, “Can I suck you off, please”.

I pushed him down gently to my crotch and he unzipped my pants and freed my member which he attacked like a madman. “Whoa, sport, “I said feeling some pain, “Watch your teeth.” He pulled back for a second, chastised, and went back to work sucking away. His head rhythmically bouncing up and down like some sort of machine; I lay back on the table and kept my left hand on the back of his head meeting his rhythm.

He stopped suddenly and began coughing. I smiled and said, “Got to pace yourself, dude”, and then I grabbed him by the hair and kissed him again tasting that spearmint again as well as my own taste, “Drop your pants, let me show you how it’s done”.

His dick was magnificent, long and thick with a patch of redish blond hair at the base of it. I crouched down in front of him and put my mouth on it; licking the head and slowly began to massage his balls. He went stiff and the next thing I knew he came in my mouth. “Jesus,” I said, “You really are a beginner”, He began to apologize and then I put my hand up to this mouth. “No need”, I said.

I grabbed a soda from the machine and gargled with some Sprite and spit into a trash can.

He was standing there, his cock in his hand. He was still hard. “Do you want to fuck me?” he asked.

I pushed him over the table marveling over his bubble butt. I spread his cheeks and spit on to his asshole and then slowly entered Van. He started to moan again, a slow persistent moan that grew louder the deeper I went. I reached around with a free hand and put my palm over his mouth and he bucked once like a stallion at the rodeo. It was then that I began to fuck him in earnest.

I slammed his sweet ass with everything I had and grabbed a handful of his thick hair, lifting his torso up from the table, he yelled out again, “CHRIST!” he proclaimed and with that I gave his left cheek a good hard slap and said, “Whatsamatter, bitch?”

“Nothing,” he screamed, “Don’t stop, hurt me!” I slapped his other cheek now and pulled him back even further, “Like this, huh?” I said menacingly knowing that he was getting off on the power play. Then I reached around his chest and began pinching his nipples; he screamed out again and that was all I needed…

I pulled out of him quickly and shot my load all over his back, into his hair and just then he flipped over like a gymnast, his legs spread and shot another load of his own. I leaned down over him and kissed him roughly on the mouth while we continued draining the last drops of cum from our bodies.

***
Van and I became fuck buddies after this in earnest. For the next year and a half we got together after work at least once week for some sweet relief. More so, I helped him in his quest in building a new life – I saw him through his rough divorce and he helped me become a better social worker … and with all of that, the sex was the cherry on top of this cake…

American Sexual Psychos

About a week before I was to start my car trip to Colorado, I received a phone call from Andy who was now living in New York City and working at his first successful advertising job for a small company in Mid-Town. He asked if I could come up for the weekend and since I loved NYC, and more importantly had not seen him in almost six months I agreed.

When he greeted me at the train station I nearly did a double take. He was sporting a Don Johnson five-o-clock-shadow that added some depth to his otherwise boyish face. He’d also gotten a very conservative hair cut. I also noted that he seemed to have, like every other gay man in this city, been hitting the gym as his shoulders seemed broader and he looked like he had gained some weight in all of the right places. Finally, the last thing I noted was the suit he was wearing, this was obviously not something off the rack; he looked like a whole new person, gone was the skinny little boy next door that I had known for years, and his place was this intense young man, this hyper-yuppie.

“Jeez, you seem to have found the American Dream”, I said giving my pal a brisk hug and a peck on the cheek.

He smiled that All American grin of his and I was happy to see, that under this shiny new person, was the guy I’ve known all along.

We ate a late lunch at a deli just off Broadway and then we took a cab to his apartment in the Village. Once again, I was shocked; when we entered his pad a loft on the top floor of an old pre-war building that looked down on a park. The interior was stark with sleek leather furniture and fashionable Ansel Adams prints on the walls—my god, he had arrived!

We sat in the living room and he gave me a beer and we talked about Chris for a few minutes, and his impending marriage; “I still can’t wrap my brain around that one,” he said toying with the label on his bottle of Coors Light, “Chris was the guy who broke me in, so to speak, he was the one that coordinated most of our little four-ways back in the day…how does someone go from being a rump ranger to a pussy hound over night?”

“What’s even worse”, I said eyeing the Bose Sound System that sat next to me “is that you just used the terms ‘pussy hound’ and ‘rump ranger’ in a sentence!”

We laughed and changed the subject and talked about a million different things and then Andy told me about ‘The Broker’s Club’… It seems that my buddy found himself a like-minded group of young Madison Avenue upstarts that were all gay and furthermore felt so constrained by their nine to five lives that they engaged in some pretty intense leather scenes. I was intrigued to say the least.

“Man, it is the fucking best,” Andy said loosening up his tie, “Why don’t you come tonight with me? You can watch, it’s ok if you don’t want to join in. I mean it’s a very extreme scene, lots of bondage and S and M and verbal humiliation. Tonight we are all meeting up at this one guys place, he’s got a fully equipped play room.”

I finished my beer and put it down and said, “Just the thought of this is getting me hard”.

He smiled and got down on his knees in front of me, “Ok, then let’s take care of that now” and proceeded to give me a great blow job there in the living room. I smiled and sat back as an old friend bestowed a wonderful welcome gift on me.

That night we packed into a cab. Andy wore the tightest pair of jeans I’ve ever seen anyone slip into and, despite the warm weather, a leather motorcycle jacket. He had no shirt on and since he kept the jacket unzipped, the time he’s spent at the gym lately was obvious; “When did you get pecs?” I whispered to him in the back seat of the cab, he squeezed my crotch and smiled and then told the driver that we would get off at the next corner.

We walked up six flights of stairs in an anonymous brown stone building until we got to number 602 where the night’s festivities were to be held. Andy knocked and the door opened slightly, a man wearing leather chaps answered the door and said, “Brother A. is here, and he’s brought a guest!” and then ushered us in to a small living room where a group of very attractive men of all shapes and size and in various states of dress and undress were milling about . When we were noticed, voices were raised and salutations shouted. Andy turned around and said, “Are you going to be alright, I have to go with him,” motioning to a very hot hairy chested little guy with a mean face .

“Sure, when in Rome” I joked but really, I was a bit overwhelmed at everything.

I wandered if I was dressed for the occasion since I was not wearing leather, but soon was put to ease when an older guy, who looked vaguely familiar came my way and shook my hand. He told me his name was Cliff and that Andy had said I came to watch. Just then I felt a firm hand on my shoulder, it was the tough looking little guy…damn, he was hot up close, he sort of resembled Matt Dillon but edgier. “Shirt off and cock out,” he demanded. I obliged and the tough guy sized me up and then reached for my dick and yanked it, “Nice cock – you are gonna have a good time, man”, his Brooklyn like accent really added to the whole effect.

Then I saw the other men come up and each one took a quick tug at my penis until finally by the time the last one, some blond guy in a biker’s cap and little else greeted my cock, it was fully erect. The tough guy, who I noticed now had dog tags hanging from a chain around his neck, said, “Ready men?” and with that, we were all ushered into the hallway and then to a large dark room illuminated only by candles and a few dim lights from the ceiling. As my eyes adjusted to the gloom I could make out a sling hanging from the rafters as well as an assortment of belts and whips that were secured from a wooden plank on the wall.

Someone, it might have been Cliff, guided me to an overstuffed sofa where I sat with a clear view of everything. The little guy, who I know dubbed, “Sarge” stood center in the room and said gruffly, “Welcome to the Brokers club tonight gentlemen.” No one said anything in response and then he added, “Tonight, A becomes one of us and as is the rule, he will be tested and used as we all see fit. If he maintains then we welcome him truly as member and a brother” and with that, he stood aside and I saw someone bound with chains that hung from the ceiling, a tightly muscled smallish body arms stretched to heaven. It was Andy.

I did not even have time to digest this when I saw Sarge walk up to him and savagely punch him twice in the gut. Andy’s head flew back but he said nothing and with that, Sarge gave him one more punch, and I heard some of the other men laugh, and then a deep voice boomed from somewhere, “Hurt that little fucker!” I tried to look and see who had said this but the back of the room was dark, and when I turned back to look dead center I saw Sarge taking a thick strap, and he began to flog Andy across his back. Now the others were going crazy, cat-calls and whistles were coming from all directions as Sarge continued the beating.

I did not what do. I wondered if this was going too far, this did not seem right and yet, I could not deny that my own cock was as hard as steel and that every time Sarge inflicted more pain on my buddy, I got more excited.

Sarge finished the beating and then two other guys went up to him and one of them attached a pair metal tit clamps to his nipples and then gave them a yank that caused Andy to howl out loud, and this made the room even more insane, I could feel, I could sense the sexual energy all around me as the madness continued…

…some one had tied a rope around his balls and then lead it to his neck, another guy used him as human punching bag, another guy took a cat-o-nine-tails to his chest, somebody else stood behind him and choked him with a massive forearm until he almost passed out…it went on like this for about an hour…

When they were done, Sarge undid the chains and led Andy to a crude wooden construction horse and laid him across it. Then, two by two, guys came up and fucked him in the ass and then in the mouth, each couple would spend about five minutes or so violating him and then let two more come up. I almost came watching this.

Just then, someone sat down next to me, it was Sarge, “Wanna join me and help finish him off?” He did not have to ask me twice.

Sarge faced me, his huge cock aiming at Andy’s swollen lips. Some one slipped me a condom and I sheathed my member and spit in my hand rubbed it on my cock, and like some kind of crazed animal I went at it; plugging away with such abandon I felt like a maniac. Soon the others gathered around, I could feel hands all over me. Fingers pinching my tits, strong grips on my shoulders, some one pushing me from behind at the small of my backwhile he yelled, “Deeper man, deeper, makes this fucker scream!” Somebody else leaning over and kissing me and every now and again I would see Sarge and the group of men around him doing similar thing to accentuate this lunacy.

I came when some guy reached behind me and squeezed my nut sack, everything went gray for a second and I heard a dozen voices cheer in hyper masculine approval, like this was some kind of football game or something, but it worked, their voices made my orgasm ten-fold in it’s intensity and I kept pounding his ass even when I was done coming, even then I could not stop this assault, I went at it until I felt myself being pulled away and restrained. I got my bearings again and soon I was in a group of men and they were all jerking off and when I got my act together I saw that they were surrounding Andy who was lying on the floor on his back and they were coming all over him and he was climaxing also; and seed flew everywhere and covered Andy like icing on a cake.

***
When it was over, Sarge took Andy into his arms and kissed him on the mouth and said, “I am proud of you, brother, you are one of us now” and then he gently helped him to his feet and out of the dark room.

Still somewhat dazed I followed the others into the living room where there were towels and cold drinks laid out. I cleaned myself up as best I could and swallowed some iced tea and then fixed my clothing. Someone yelled out, “Bathroom is empty” and I made a mad dash and washed my face about a dozen times.

When I walked back out into the living room, you’d have thought that a cocktail party was winding down. Men talked, some smoked, and one guy was telling another about some stock investments. I went looking for Andy and found him in the bedroom where Sarge was gently sponge bathing him. He had a few band-aids on him, one on his forehead and a couple on his legs and back, but I was expecting worse. Andy saw me and that smile lit up his face through swollen lips, “Thanks, pal”, he said, “I wanted a friend here to seal the deal”.

Sarge gave him a kiss on the forehead and then came up to me and offered me his hand and gave me a firm shake, “Look.” he said, “you seemed to enjoy yourself and all, so anytime your back in the city, why not stop around for a party.” And with that he slipped me a business card that read, “James O’Sullivan, Public Relations, Stanford Corp. Inc. On the back was a penned in phone number and above it a quick scrawl that read, “Brokers Club”.

I slipped the card into my wallet and helped Andy get dressed.

Later that evening, Andy asked me to sleep with him in his bed and we talked about the night’s events. He said that he hoped that I would not judge him and his friends too much, they were just blowing off steam and that everything that happened tonight was consensual. I told him that he did not have anything to explain to me, ever. Then I took him in my arms and held him gently until he drifted off to sleep and I lay next to him and listened to the city’s dull roar until I also drifted off into oblivion …

Don't Talk To Me About Love

When he told me that he’d loved me, for the umpteenth time that balmy night in June of 1985 I asked him to explain himself. I asked him to define love. I asked about the others; about Stu and Andy. I told him that Stu and I had tried this love thing out for a few months, I told him that love is just a chemical reaction that love is just for poets and teen girls who believe in butterflies and sunshine and write their boyfriend’s name over and over in their school books. I said love was just a lie, I said that there is only lust and sex. That the only kind of love that truly existed might be between a parent and child or maybe a dog and his master, everything else was just bull shit.

I said a lot.

Chris said nothing. He just sat there, across from me on the beach at dusk. It was what film makers call the magic hour; he looked so beautiful, so handsome sitting there, his face bathed in that rosy, amber light. I felt sick, at how much I desired him and thought of him and obsessed on him, but I could not say that I loved him back; it would only end in some kind of major fuck up.

He was persistent. His eyes boring through me; he said, “I love you; I can not say anything but that. I want us to try; I want us to be exclusive. It’ll be different than it was with Stu. He’s a great guy, but he’s to much a free spirit to be tied down. You and me, we can do this, we can flip the bird at society and defy all the odds…we can, we have to do this. We have to go away from everything and everyone and start all over together. We can go out west, we can finish college together and live and build a life…”

Again I was looking at that handsome face, the kind of face that people warmed up to with its firm jaw line, dark brown eyes, high cheekbones, and that thick head of curly black hair that was even now combed back into something of a pompadour. This was the face of the captain of the football team, and the face of the president of the student body at our old high school, this was the face that looked down on me, how many times now in various fits of passion, since that fateful afternoon in 1976? This was the face of the man who kept telling me that he loved me.

What couldn’t I just accept that?

It was getting cold on the beach. I could see his nipples getting hard through the thin green t-shirt he was wearing. I wanted to just put my arms around him. I wanted him to put his arms around me, to warm me. He finally stopped talking and he stood up brushing sand from his bare legs. “Let’s get back to the house”, he said.

Inside we made ourselves comfortable on the floor of his uncle’s beach house. There were tons of throw pillows scattered about the living room. For some reason, we never sat on the sofas; we always ended up on the floor.

“Maybe I said too much” he sighed as he crouched down next to me.

I put my arm around him and said, “Yes, let’s not talk about this, not now, let’s just enjoy the night.”

He gave me a sideways glance and shot me that impish grin as he pushed me gently so that I was laying down, and then he lay his head on my chest. I could smell the beach on him and it smelled like the future. I closed my eyes and began to think of what might be as he softly ran his fingers along my chest.

I let him touch me, I wanted him to touch. His big hands massaging my side and then working there way up to my neck. I stretched and he lifted his head and brought his mouth up to my lips and kissed me.

He was a master at seduction. He knew every part of me and every button to push. Before long we were naked to the night and he was fingering my asshole while he kissed and licked my engorged cock. I let him probe me while I continued smelling the beach, soon he had two and then three fingers up into me and my dick was dripping like a leaky faucet. With his free hand he lightly touched the end of my cock and caught some of my pre-cum on his fingers that he brought up to his lips and tasted, and then he knelt over me and kissed me so that I could taste my own cum mingled with is saliva.

When he was through finger fucking me, Chris stood up over me and helped me to my knees and then guided my head to his member. I swallowed the familiar cock of my buddy working it with my tongue tasting his salty leak. His hands grasping me from the back of my head, he shoved me down on him deeper. I grab his ass and kneed his muscular butt with my hands and then I move my left hand around and tug on his balls; this makes him mash my face and give a throaty growl. My jaw is aching and spit is dripping out of my mouth down on to my chest while he fucks my face.

“Get it nice and wet, babe” he growls.

All pretext of tenderness is gone when he pushes me back down on the floor and I assume the position on all four while Chris slams his wang up into me in one quick motion. While I have taken this cock for years, it does nothing to lessen the intense and sharp explosion of smarting I feel when he begins his fucking. Chris is an enthusiastic and powerful fucker. I feel like I am being jack hammered when he is in me, and I don’t want it to end.

To add to the mix of sensations I am feeling; every once in a while, Chris smacks my ass with a sharp quick slap. It’s like a bolt of lightning, heightening the sensations by seasoning it with pain.

With out missing a beat, and while still fully inside of me, he yanks me by the shoulders and throws me sideway into a bank of pillows on the floor and dances in me. His hips are moving in that odd semi circular way now. I’ve seen this move from all sides. I know that when he is doing this there is no turning back, he’s gone. I also know that to be on the receiving end of this dance will send his partner to untold places. I was there…I was seeing spots in front of my eyes while I jacked my own cock while the man who told me he loved me was brutally savaging me.

Now he, stops for a second and slides out of me, he is coated in sweat. I see his torso glisten in the dimly lit room. He throws his head back for a second and a shower of sweat comes off. He wipes his brow and then smiles at me. I lunge at him and begin licking the sweat off of him; it makes me nuts, his salty taste and smell. I lick his armpit and then nearly detonate when he puts me in a bear hug and kisses me. When he breaks the hug I fall back onto the sea of pillows and Chris mounts me.

My point of view allows me to watch him as he enters me again. A flash of heat lightening momentarily lights the living room and I see his well muscled upper body in silhouette.

This time the fucking is slower and more deliberate and while he is fucking me he leans over and kisses me and I open my mouth and he spits in my mouth and I spit at him, and he licks my face while his hands roughly massage my chest.

He leans back up as his rhythm intensifies and I lift my ass and thighs up some as my own dick drips all over my stomach. “Oh god I love you” he says in a cracked almost maniacal sounding voice—and then he comes and his body goes ridged and I gasp as he goes even deeper filling me up with his life force. I grab my own cock and come in a matter of seconds shooting my load up and onto his chest and he rubs it all over himself while he moans coming down from his release until he collapses on top of me exhausted breathing heavily smelling of sweat and semen and the beach and the damn future…

Another flash of lighting illuminates the room but it is followed only by the sound of our hurried breathing…

Sweet Hitchhiker

I was alone driving across Colorado that bright summer afternoon in 1986 on my way to a friend’s wedding. I was torn up over the whole thing, as this was to be Chris’s wedding. The same guy, who, for the past several years told me, that he had loved me; was getting married. Talk about conflicted…

Nonetheless, I knew I had to be there. He had asked me to be the best man, and I had said yes.

So there I was, alone on a long stretch of road with nothing in front of me but conflict and nothing behind me but bittersweet memories.

I stopped at a little road side restaurant and grabbed some lunch and checked my map and realized that even though I had been driving for what seemed like three weeks, I still had several hours to go before I’d arrive in Denver. I should have flown.

Back in the car and not fifteen minutes from the diner, I saw a guy standing on the edge of the road, his thumb out. I was feeling like I needed an adventure, a diversion, I was feeling stupid, so I pulled over.

The guy leaned into my passenger side window, and I was immediately taken with his boyish good looks and his beautiful sea-green eyes. He smiled winningly at me and said, “Are you going anywhere near Boulder?” I told him that I was going Denver and he smiled wider, “Can you use some company? I swear I’m not a psychopath, and I’ve had all my shots.”

He was very cute, this hitchhiker with reddish/brown hair and the afore mentioned green eyes. He was wearing a pair of cut off denim shorts and a rather weathered button down shirt that was open almost to his belly. Strapped to his shoulder was a rather overstuffed back pack.

Expecting the uncomfortable silence between strangers, I switched on the radio and there was Madonna singing to her father again. I switched to another station and found some dreck from Billy Ocean and finally ended up settling on a station that was playing that song from Top Gun by Berlin.

“The state of popular music,” my traveling companion said smirking, “is it me or does everything musically just suck these days”.

“It aint you, my friend”, I replied. And with that he laughed and I laughed and suddenly I felt very comfortable and we began talking … He was a student at University of Colorado, Boulder who’d be starting his junior year that fall. Originally from Denton, Ohio he had decided to try his thumb at hitchhiking back and forth, and for the most part had made it with little drama. His name was Rick.

I turned the air conditioner on in the car and the hitcher smiled, “Nice”, he said, “God bless freon!” And then he asked me where I was headed, and so I told him … told him everything. I don’t know why I felt so at ease with him, but I figured if he had any issues, he could always get out and walk to Boulder.

“So you’re gay?” He asked. I nodded, “Cool, me too”, he said reaching into his back pack.

Then and there in the middle of nowhere Colorado, I gave a silent thank to god, who must be gay, considering my luck.

He was a good listener and after I told him about Chris and the impending wedding, he told me about his latest heart break and we ended up commiserating on the current state of our sex lives.

We passed a motel just fifteen minutes outside of Elbert when he said, “Hey, what time do you have to be in Denver?” I told him that the wedding was in two days. “Well, why don’t we stop and chill for a bit. I have some money, I can help pay for a meal and a room – maybe we could clean up, decompress for a bit.”

We checked in to the Gold Rush Inn in Castle Rock. “So what say we take a shower together?” Rick asked throwing his back pack on the bed. “You are a cheap date!” I laughed nodding my head. “No way, man, you will owe me dinner for any favors that might happen,” he replied and we both laughed as we made our way to the bathroom.


He was slim and wiry. His skin alabaster, his ass, beautiful. He undressed in front of me in the stark light of that cheap hotel bathroom and gave me a “what do you think” look. I winked at him and told him to get the shower running. A few moments later, the shower at full blast and Rick soaping himself up I joined him, “Hello,” I said coming up behind him and talking softly in his ear, “Welcome to the Bates Motel”, he chuckled as I reached for the soap and began to lather his back, slowly making my way around to his chest and down to his stomach. He pressed his sweet ass up against my already engorged cock and and I brought my mouth to his neck and gave him a light kiss and he said my name. Then he turned around revealing a very respectable cock and we began to kiss in earnest, our dicks slamming up against each other, our hips grinding to some unheard music. He grabbed my cock with a soapy hand and began to jerk me off and I did the same to him and within a few seconds we both came in a violent dual convulsion that nearly knocked us both down on to the floor of the shower…

Drying off he laughed, “Oh god, could you imagine the cleaning lady coming in and finding two dead men in the shower?”

“With each other’s dicks still in their cold dead hands”, I added as I used the towel to snap him one on his ass. He let out a yelp and we dried off and dressed and went out for dinner.

When we got back to the hotel room, Rick went right for his back pack and produced a bottle of red wine and small package. “What have you got, I asked”?

“A cheap bottle of red wine, all the better to seduce me with, and a pack of condoms…have to play safe these days.” He laid the pack of Trojans on the bedside table as I took a couple of paper cups from the room’s kitchenette.

We sat on the bed and tried some of the wine. It was foul. “You can be had for a cup of vinegar?" I asked grimacing.

He squinted his eyes and spit his wine out on the floor, “Guess this shit does not travel way”.

We dispensed with the bottle and drew into each other’s arms. This time, the kissing was urgent, the embraces more powerful on both our parts. He wasted no time unzipping my jeans finding my cock. I tore his shirt off and began taking his belt off. It took us minutes and we were stark naked, lying across the bed, sucking each other off. I loved the taste of his cock which still smelled of soap. Meanwhile, Rick was doing a number on my dick, sucking like his life depended on it. When he took my balls into his mouth, I nearly blew my load. I flipped him over and bit him on his ass and then gave him a sharp smack across his left butt cheek. He looked up at me and smirked, “Tough guy”, he said, “Do it again”, I slapped his ass again and then began to lick and kiss the red mark left there. I worked my way up his back, kissing him until I reached the nape of his neck. He said my name again, and then asked me to lie on my back.

I got comfortable as Rick performed some amazing work with his mouth on my cock. When I was as hard as I could possibly get, he shifted up and grabbed the pack of condoms and like an expert he placed one over my member gently unrolling it like peeling something backwards. Once my cock was fully encased. Rick gently crouched above it and sat down on it.

I watched as he began to ride me. His face contorted in pain and pleasure, sweat running down his forehead. I reached up and began to play with his tits as he bounced faster. He screamed out once saying, “Damn, oh damn I need this so bad!” My own cock was pulsing with a life of it’s own as Rick’s tight ass squeezed it like a milking machine. His face was beet red now and he threw his head back when he came shooting his load up and over my shoulder, twice!

He said my name again, and that made me come. In fact I came with such ferocity that I almost threw him off of me. I actually howled, on fire, coming like a maniac with a guy I had known for less than three hours.

After we were through we lay side by side sharing a cigarette. We talked about politics and world affairs and if the Colby family would ever frequent a place like the Gold Rush Inn…and then we got under the sheets and made love again.

The next morning, Rick woke me up with a blow job. It was the best wake up call I’d ever received.

We grabbed breakfast and got back on the road a little after nine am. I actually drove him all the way to Boulder, we said our goodbyes in the parking lot of his apartment building, exchanged numbers and gave each other a somewhat passionate kiss goodbye.

I drove on, back to Denver, to my former fuck buddy’s wedding, with the taste of a stranger’s kisses still on my lips and thought about life and the basic complexity and the, sometimes, unexpected sweetness of it all.

White Trash

Spring of 1984 found me with an overdue term paper, a demanding part time job at a non profit citizen's advocacy organization and a major case of blue balls. School and work had conspired against my sex life as my days were filled with classes and my nights were filled with mind-numbing paperwork and a client case load that was beyond the scope of mere mortals.

The job entailed problem solving for less fortunate families in a very rural section of New Jersey. Many of the folks I served were poor, un-educated and generally ill equipped to deal with the many problems that modern life can heap upon the rank and file.

The VanRay brothers were part of this special case-load. Jimmy and Aaron VanRay lived in, what is best described as a shack, in rural Cumberland County New Jersey. They'd both been in trouble with the law since anyone could remember, their folks long gone, and their prospects seemed dim at best.

I met the VanRay brothers when they came into my office. The oldest, Jimmy was a tough customer; he was out on parole for breaking and entering and wanted desperately to avoid anymore time in jail. When he was younger he'd spent several years in juvie and a year before I got his case he had spent six months in county lock up for drug possession. Meanwhile, his little brother, Aaron, just six months after his 18th birthday was staring at a drunk driving conviction as well as a suspended license.

The brothers came to me to plead their case. They wanted their transgressions forgiven so that they could move on...or so they said.

If memory serves, Jimmy put it thusly, "We been fucked-over since Mamma left ten years ago. Now alls I got left is my baby brother and I don't want for him to be no cocksucker in prison. Aint there something we can do to take car of these problems with out going to jail?"

I sighed as I measured up these two pieces of white trash. Jimmy with his jet black hair and beard and those crazed looking eyes of his. He looked like a toned down Charles Manson, or a biker dude with out a bike. Aaron, on the other hand, was one of those angels with dirty faces. A head full of beautiful blond hair and piercing blue eyes, you could drown in those eyes ... but I had work to do.

A quick review of this case proved that the Brother's VanRay were going to have to really clean up their collective ways if they did not want the courts to lock them away. I told them what had to be done. I explained that Aaron had to go into rehab, pronto while Jimmy was going to have to agree to fifteen hours a day of community service as well as entering a work program and agree to random drug testing.

I might as well have told them that they had to sing Lithuanian folk songs.

Jimmy's spooky eyes seemed to darken when he said, "Sir, I can’t be doing all that, whose gonna take care of my baby brother? And Aaron, he aint got no call to be sitting around with stoners and boozers. Aint there something else we can do?"

Aaron smiled at me and winked.

I had a feeling that I knew what was coming next and then Jimmy sealed it, "My little brother he'd take nice care of you," he said, his voice dripping with promise, "I mean we aint no faggots, but Jimmy can give head like a fucking hooker, I should know. He's been sucking my wad for years... "

In my mind's eye I saw the blond angel going down on me, lapping and slurping while his big brother stood above us, cock dripping wet. Maybe while I was getting head, I could watch Jimmy fuck Aaron; that would have been hot...

"Sorry boys", I said as I moved in closer to my desk not wanting the hard-on I was sporting to be revealed, "that is not going to fly", I handed them the documents and explained that if they'd not agree to the terms, they'd both be in lock up in twenty four hours.

The Brothers stood, and with a dejected look Aaron took the papers from my desk; yes he was beautiful. Jimmy just shrugged and said, "Could have been fun, man." and they headed for my office door -- oh yes, I checked out their packages and their butts...not to shabby...but, well blue balls be damned, everyone has a moral line they do not cross, but damned if I did not lock myself in the bathroom for an hour after the VanRay brothers left dreaming up my own little white trash fantasy…

Tag Team Action

Sometimes we'd all get together and suit up in tights and wrestle. It was a great way to blow off some steam and work up a sweat, and of course it was a vigorous prelude to sex.

Out of the four of us, Chris was the most skilled in wrestling. The guy had such athletic prowess that he made it all seem easy. Stu was the most slippery and the one most prone to low blows and losing his temper. Andy was the most energetic, man he could take a beating and come back for more and sometimes wear you out. I was the one who depended on brute strength and the occasional right hook...yeah, I could dish it out.

Often we would tag-team wrestle. I and Stu would go up against Andy and Chris. It would get really hot as prolonged holds would become erotic submissions. Sometimes, it would turn into a free-for-all, and other times it might become a three on one bash, with the loser beaten and pinned and then used by the other three for whatever type of pleasure they so desired. Many was the night that one of us would be restrained and gang-banged by the other three.

One time Chris and I double teamed Andy and I held his arms pinned to the mat, while Chris had him spread eagle while Stu kneeled on his chest and slapped him around until he was beet-red. Funny, the whole time, it was obvious that Andy’s cock was as hard as a steel rail. Like I said, he could take it. Later on we flipped him over, tore his tights off him and all took turns fucking him until he was raw. When we were through we’d turn him over and one of us would give him a great blow job as a way of saying thanks.

A couple of times I was on the receiving end of the beating, and man it was so fucking hot. Chris had me in a full nelson and Andy was punching me in the gut while Stu was squeezing my nuts. Eventually they’d get me down and I’d see three hard cocks being released from tights, often with pre cum dripping from them. I would take whatever punishment was dished out knowing that eventually I’d get my vengeance. Like the time I managed to pin Chris and began wailing on him with my fists. I pounded on his pecs while Andy and Stu watched, the both of them sporting monster sized hard-ons. I loved Chris, but I knew he had it coming and so I slipped off of him and got him in a choke hold and just then Stu jumped on the mat and ripped his tights off him and began to finger fuck him. It was such a fucking turn on to see Chris so helpless and so turned on at the same time. I grabbed him by his hair and shoved his face onto Andy’s crotch and made him suck his dick until he came…

I know all of this sounds kind of depraved, but it was fun and it was hot; none of us ever complained about it...ah to be 19 and so fucking horny you did not give a fuck about anything...