Lost in Babylon (part two)

1: BLUEBALLS IN BURBANK

Aaron's house, a neat bungalow, tucked behind a bramble of eucalyptus trees in Burbank is where the limo dropped us off.

During the ride back I'd discovered that my new friend was twenty four years old, a graduate of Hollywood High school, "I've achieved the honorable", he chuckled sucking on a joint that he shared with me, and that he'd been hustling since he dropped out of UCLA three years ago. He dropped names as the car sped through the hazy night, and my head spun; movie and TV stars, athletes, and even two very prominent politicians ... all males, all hiding their sexuality behind a mask of respectability, all paying for the favors of Aaron and others like him.

Then he asked me how long I'd been hustling. I laughed and shook my head, "Oh me? I mean, no, I was invited to this party - I had no idea what the deal was... Christ, I was just curious and horny".

"Fair enough," he said studying me in the dim light of the back seat, "So are you a fag?"

The question hung like a dust mote in the air for a second.

Again, I laughed, nervously, and nodded my head. "Yeah, I guess I am", and then I paused and said, "I guess you're not, huh? This is just a job, right? You have a wife and a..."

He laughed, and it was a howl of a laugh, it almost made me jump, "Shit man, if I were straight, do you think I'd be in this line? But I know what you mean, some of those dudes you met tonight swear they are straight...fucking closet cases all of 'em", his voice was filled with disgust, "And if that's not bad enough, shit, the big-time-players, you could put a gun to those fucker's heads and they'd swear they are not gay...yeah, only when they have to pay for it", he snorted in conclusion...

I shifted some in the back seat, and felt myself relax, as he talked I could not take my eyes off his crotch. He caught me eyeing his package and winked at me and said, "My place, dude, I could use a good real fuck and not some staged event", and then he rested his hand on my knee and gave it a firm squeeze and with that we were entering his tree lined street in Beautiful Downtown Burbank.

I did not know what to expect when we got to his place, but I was pleasantly surprised to find a comfortable, one might have called "cozy", little house that was filled with decent looking furniture. I paused in the living room and pointed to the metal box with dials and buttons that sat on top of the television, "What is that?" I asked. He glanced over and said, "It's called a video cassette recorder, pretty soon everyone is going to have one...it was a gift from a client at CBS".

His bedroom was dominated by a huge bed that looked so big it should have it's own zip code, I was about to comment on it when he nonchalantly took me in his arms and gave me a kiss...my head began to spin again as his tongue gently explored my mouth; "That kiss you gave me back at the party was pretty nice, I just wanted to see if it was acting or the real thing..." he said as he backed away removing his shirt.

Then he turned and threw a bundle my way that I caught instinctively. A towel, wash cloth and a bar of wrapped soap, "Go clean the night off of you, you can use the shower over there", he nodded to the small powder room just off the bedroom, "I'll use the guest shower...meet me back here in 15", and with that he dashed off.

I showered, and dried myself . My cock stayed hard the whole time. I felt like some kind of virgin about to take the plunge for the first time ... the years of fucking around with my buddies back home seemed to be leading up to this; this rendezvous with this beautiful hustler I'd met at a movie star's house --- who I fucked in front of said movie star--- I had to close my eyes, because frankly, I could not believe the events of the past few hours; none the less I checked my look in the mirror and modestly pulled a clean towel around my waist and then walked back into the bedroom.

I was struck by the smell of incense back in the darkened room, a very heady scent, it was musk. I also smelled a joint burning, and there on the bed, naked, his cock standing straight up like an exclamation point, was Aaron. He offered the jay to me and I took a couple of hits and handed it back. He took it and butted it out in an ash tray and then pulled me to the bed where for the third time tonight, we kissed. And while we bussed, he undid the towel and his hands played all over my body, caressing me, the same way he probably caressed the movers and shakers that he had shared beds with in the past ... his touch was gentle, like that of an experienced soul, not the rapid gropings of a horny kid, and yet, at the same time, he found places that made new sensations of pleasure ripple through my body...when he lifted up my arm and began to lick my pit, I almost laughed, but then I went with it and it was good, so I did the same to him and he tasted wonderful and smelled of soap with just the most faint whiff of some cologne...and then he lay me down on the soft, soft bed and stood above me, his beautiful cock, dripping liquid on to my lips and he guided my head to it and I licked at it and then I took it in my mouth and he slowly moved in and out while he said softly, "Yes, baby, that's it..." and his cock, as hard as it was, snaked it's way down my throat and I swallowed and it made him shake and he laughed softly and said, "Where the fuck did you learn that move?" and then he straddled me and began to fuck my face in earnest. I reached up and felt his solid ass cheeks, and I pushed him down further and I could smell his own musk at the base of the rod, his pubic hair still moist from his shower... I felt him tense and assumed he was going to come, but instead he pulled out and slid down my chest, laying on top of me, grinding his hips against mine and we kissed some more and a shaft of light from the hallway illuminated his face and I saw how beautiful he truly was, and I understood why others would pay for his company...

He rolled off of me then and began to kiss my chest, licking at my nipples, then his tongue running the length of my abdomen until he got to my cock which he took in his mouth and began sucking. Maybe it was the weed I smoked, but the pleasure seemed like nothing I'd felt before with anyone, his cock-sucking was sending me right over the proverbial rainbow, I could not catch my breath; it was like every nerve ending was attached to my dick...and just when I was about to cum, Aaron shoved something under my nose and told me to breathe in. I glanced at a small brown bottle and did as I was asked and for a split second I thought that maybe he was trying to kill me; the odor, a strong odd chemical smell, filled my nostrils and it was awful and then, It felt like someone was slamming the back of my head with a brick; Christ, was this guy some kind of gay Son of Sam, the room was spinning and everything was going hazy; but through it all, through this sensation, the pleasure that was going on at my mid-section remained...now I thought maybe I was going to die, but as quickly as the odd overwhelming sensation of fading away had started: it had ended.

I pushed myself up and said, "What the fuck was that?"

Aaron removed himself from my cock and looked up at me and said, "Rush", and he flashed the little brown bottle my way ... "did you like it?"

"No, not particularly", I said, a dull headache already beginning to throb.

He sat up and kissed me tenderly and said, "Wow, I thought everyone liked poppers", and then he laughed and I laughed and he said, "Let's smoke some more and then continue, it'll help your head". I agreed, the headache/popper incident already forgotten...one thing for sure, I really needed to have an orgasm, my balls were as blue as Kentucky grass.

2: OVER THE RAINBOW, FOR REAL

This time we blew an entire joint, as we lay side by side. He kept apologizing for the popper and I kept telling him to forget it. Finally, the joint finished, and me stoned out of my gourd, I said something like, "Look man, not for nothing, but If I don't get to cum tonight, I might explode". This caused us both to howl, and before I knew it, he was crouched down in front of me, his fingers worming there way inside of me, slowly, maddeningly. I watched as his face, intent with determination, was focused on the task at hand, and before I knew it, he had four fingers up my my ass and I was squirming and jerking as electrical currents began to short circuit through out my body..."Go with it, dude", he whispered, and then he spit on his hand and brought the digit's up further and began moving the top of his hand back and forth, I began pleading for his cock and he continued finger fucking me; and when his free hand came up and started pinching at my tits I closed my eyes and saw lights begin to flash behind my eyelids. He told me to turn over on my stomach, and I did, and he continued fingering me; every now and again, he'd slap his cock on my crack...I could feel his spit dripping down covering my ass, making me wet; he must have had all five fingers in me at one point as he pulled up and raised my ass, working me like a puppet.

Finally he asked me if I was ready to get fucked, I cried out in the affirmative, pretty much pleading for it and I turned my head to see what he was doing, twisting my head back so that maybe I could catch a glimpse; and for a fleeting moment, I saw his dick, the cock that powerful men craved; and then I felt it.

He entered me at a slow but steady pace and I felt him go further and further inside...once again, it might have been all of the dope I'd smoked, but in retrospect I suspect it was his expertise at what he was doing; I'd never felt anything so good in my life. With every push, he opened up new sensations of pleasure, if there was pain, I was well beyond it, I knew that there was drool coming from my mouth as he rammed me, I knew that my own cock was alive and spilling precum onto the blankets below me, I knew that every-time I closed my eyes I saw beautiful flashing lights, I knew I was saying his name out-loud...

...what I did not know is that I was crying, literally. He noticed and said softly and sweetly, "Dude am I hurting you?"

I answered him by pushing myself down further on his shaft and somehow I managed to reassure him that these were those tears of joy the poets write about.

Every now and again, he'd slap me on the ass, and this would signal that he was going to speed up; I met his rhythm and fell into it and when he came, he shot inside of me, a stream of jizz, that god help me, felt as hot as lava. I almost shot my own load when he cried out, "Walt! Damn" as his final delivery of cum fired into me.

When he was through, he dismounted and gave me another kiss and said, "Come on dude, give it to me", and he went down on all fours and I reached for the jar of Lube that was bedside and quickly slathered my dick with it and rather unceremoniously began fucking him.

If the dope made getting fucked feel good, it made giving a fuck something like a religious experience. His asshole seemed to clamp around my member and I felt like I was pounding someone other-worldly, It was as close to Nirvana as I'd ever been in my life. I could hear my own heart pounding in my ears, I could hear Aaron egging me on, begging me to fuck him silly, begging me to make him mine and I felt like I might have been watching us, as if I was somehow dissociated from this ; a voyeur at the window...and when I came, It was out of the blue, rushing in from nowhere and everywhere. It was the kind of orgasm, that to this very day, I have never felt again. I shot my load inside of him and I fell onto him and convulsed like a freak and just when I though I was spent, one more jolt hit me and I was enveloped in pleasure... and just then a warm breeze blew the curtains and the smell of eucalyptus filled the room.

3: Stay The Night, He Requested

I was rag-doll-limp after the sex, and I rolled over on my back and listened to my own breath as I glanced up at the ceiling. He was next to me, also on his back, his left hand on my thigh which he was slowly rubbing. No words for minutes, just the muffled sounds of the curtains as they continued ruffling in the aromatic night breeze.

I closed my eyes and realized where I was again. In bed with a stranger, a sex professional, who'd I met earlier at an orgy in the Hollywood Hills; an orgy that included celebrities...was this for real, I questioned myself silently ... could this really be happening to me? I opened my eyes and the answer was a resounding, yes. Same room, same curtains, same beautiful stud at my side.

Exhausted, but thinking I knew what was coming next, I started to sit up and felt his hand move to my shoulder as he pulled me back into bed. "Stay the night," he requested, his voice soft and sincere.

I turned on my side and he spooned me and wrapped his arms around my mid-section and I drifted off quickly into a dreamless, refreshing sleep.

4: Talking 1977 Over Coffee and Tang - Reality and Promise

The next morning, I was treated to a continental breakfast that we ate in his small, lush yard. We sat at opposite ends of a rather tattered picnic table and drank some Tang, (I remember being so thirsty that morning, that I must have had at least three glasses of the astronaut's juice) and he told me that he was boycotting real orange juice because of Anita Bryant and her anti-gay crusade. I toasted his boycott and raised my glass of the pale orange beverage saying, "Up yours, Anita!" He laughed and in the morning sun, looked even more beautiful than the night before, his long blond hair going any way the wind blew it.

Later on he went into the kitchen to get some coffee for us. I could hear the radio inside playing 10 CC's, "I'm Not In Love" while I perused the Los Angeles Times and read a review of this new band from England called, "The Sex Pistols". I was half way through the article when my host appeared at the door carrying two steaming mugs and placed one down in front of me and said, "So tell me about New Jersey".

I was stunned, as I had not told him a thing about where I was from.

Then he upped the ante by asking, "And how about your real name?"

I sipped the coffee, it was strong and sweet, and then I cleared my throat and said, "Well you tell me, what did you do, sneak a peek at my wallet -- my driver's licence?"

He nodded his head and then said, "Sorry, it goes with the territory ... look, I know your name is not Walt and I know you're from Jersey, so come on, what's your story, dude? I told you mine...come on fess up."

So I told him everything and waited for a response.

He never took his eyes off me while I spoke and when I was through he said, "Well, shit, man. What was the big deal? Lot's of people come to the west coast to mend a broken heart..."

I had nothing to say. So I remained silent as he pulled his chair over and sat next to me, "Hey, I've got an idea, you say there's nothing at home for you. Why not stay here, with me for awhile...I like the company and", he paused, maybe for some kind of dramatic effect, or maybe because he meant what he was about to say, "I like you, dude. I like you a lot"

Then he leaned forward and planted a soft, kiss on my lips and it seemed full of promise.

I nodded my head after the kiss and said, "Really, you want me to stay?"

He took me in his arms and kissed me once more, this time with a passionate urgency that seemed to bring the morning's colors into high focus all around me ... and when we were done, he smiled; a crooked little grin that seemed full of mischief and softly said, "Really".

And he held me in his arms for a few more minutes and I held him back and somewhere, off in the distance, I could hear the sound of sirens wailing ...

END part two

Lost In Babylon (part one)

1: SAY HELLO TO HOLLYWOOD

It was in early November of 1977, just after my breakup with Stu, that I cashed in my chips (what little I had in the way of chips) and took an impromptu trip to Los Angeles. This was something I'd always wanted to do, and now, with nothing holding me back and my broken heart worn firmly on my sleeve, I took TWA flight 1812 from Philadelphia Airport to LAX and arrived in the City of Angels on November 5th with about 600.00 in cash on my person and a pre-paid stay at a ratty little hotel just off of Sunset Blvd; six days and five nights that cost me a whopping 96.00.

I was both scared and excited over this knee jerk thing I had done, leaving family and friends behind and traveling to the mythical kingdom of sin city ... a place where no one knew me and I could loose myself in unreality.

I did all of the tourist stuff ... took bus rides past the stars homes, saw tapings of several sitcoms as well as the Carson show, walked down Hollywood Blvd and checked out the hand and foot prints of the New American Gods, ( at one point I noted that my foot size was the same as John Wayne's), had a great night at the Whiskey-A-Go-Go seeing some outrageous punk bands while getting hit on by a beautiful woman who told me that she could get me a job in the movies if I went home with her ... yeah, it was all kind of fun and innocent and a welcome diversion from heartbreak and teen angst...well, I was still a teen so angst was part of that package I suppose.

2: GORILLA'S BY THE POOL:

And then, this one afternoon, as I was lounging by the pool at my hotel, I noticed these two rather beefy guys, a couple of gorillas actually, strolling the edge of the patio. They were both shirtless revealing husky, hairy chests; they wore sunglasses. Every now and again they'd pause at a spot where a male guest was sitting or coming out of the water and talk to them and then move on. I was first aware that they had come my way as they blocked out the warm California sun that had been beating down on me; a double cloud of testosterone hovered over as the one standing to the left said, "Hey, pretty boy, want to come to a party tonight?" I looked up at the one who was talking and before I could do or say anything, the other one dropped a piece of paper on to my lap and said, "Ten o clock". I snatched the note and looked back up; these two looked tough, like a couple of heavyweight boxers, but their faces were finely sculptured with strong and distinguished features. I felt myself growing hard as I gazed up at their massive chests and the first one took notice and said, "Hey I think you are really going to enjoy yourself tonight. Don't be late." And with that, they moved on and eventually left through the hotel patio's street exit.

I grabbed my shirt and dashed upstairs to my room and checked out the note I had been handed. An address on Mulholland Drive and a phone number were neatly printed along with a post script that read, "this is a private affair, discretion is a must". I put the paper on the side table and fell onto the bed and jerked off while I fantasized about the two pool-side gorillas and then dozed for about two hours.

After I showered and changed, I called the phone number and a pitch perfect voice, kind of like a radio DJ, asked where my location was. I told him and was then informed that a car would be there to pick me up in an hour.

3: MULHOLLAND DRIVE

The ride up Mulholland was mesmerizing. I sat in the back of the limo and noted that at every turn, as we traveled up the hill, I could see L.A. from the car's windows glowing below me like some psychedelic jewel...the driver, an older man, said nothing until he pulled up into a rather steep drive way and informed me that I was at my destination.

As I walked the dimly lit path of the large home, I saw two figures by the door ... I realized that it was the gorillas from earlier. They were both standing at the doorway, their silk shirts unbuttoned revealing those monstrous chests. As I got closer the taller one said, "Pretty boy made it". And the other one smiled and I felt both aroused and terrified at the same time. They approached me quickly and shoved me into a bramble of some kind of fragrant flora and the tall one shoved me down to my knees while the shorter one unzipped his pants and pushed his cock in my face, "Gotta pay the price to gain entrance", the shorter one said softly. Then the tall one got behind his partner and began nibbling on his ear while pinching his nipples...the shorter one guided me to his cock and I closed my eyes and did what was expected. It took maybe five minutes for the guy I was blowing to come. He pulled out of my mouth and shot his load into the bushes and then patted me on the head and said, "OK pal you're in". With that, they handed me a roll of Certs and the tall one brushed me off and helped me to my feet, "Pretty as a picture" he said, sweeping the hair from my forehead. And then I was ushered to the front door, "Ring the bell and give the butler this", the short one said handing me a small embossed card. I took it and turned in time to see the two gorillas fade into the dark as they took back their stations at the front of the walk; guarding the entrance of this sprawling Hollywood home set high in the hills.

I rang the doorbell and stood by the wrought-iron gate that covered the door. The night was alive with a million different smells...jasmine and rose mingled with the faint odor of marijuana burning, pine, from the trees that surrounded and kept this estate hidden, was also prominent...

The door opened and a small, elderly man in a tuxedo answered the door and said, "May I help you?" I handed him the card I'd received earlier and he sighed taking it, and unlatched the gate around the door and ushered me in. Standing in the hallway I noted the painting on the wall of the famous movie star, his wife and their children ... the movie star sat in a large plush chair, his equally famous wife stood behind him, her hands resting on his broad shoulders, on either side of the movie star, his two children, two little girls, stood. They smiled benignly down at me as the butler pointed to a door at the far end of the hall and said, "In there, sir.

I walked the hallway realizing that it was about triple the size of my hotel room and as I approached the door I could hear the bass pumping's of disco music coming from behind it.

I took a deep breath, turned the brass knob and let the door swing open... the first thing I saw were three vaguely familiar men standing over the prone body of one very familiar looking young man. The men were naked and sweaty and were taking turns at the ass of the very familiar looking dude...I knew him immediately from that television show I watched every week...for a second I did not know if I should join in, or ask him for his autograph ... turns out there was no time for either as the butler was suddenly at my shoulder saying, "Sir, please remove your clothing and give it to me, I'll see that your clothes and personal effects are kept safe during the party". As if in a trance, I disrobed and handed my clothing to him, which he gently folded over his arm. After I gave him my underwear he handed me a pair of white soccer shorts that were clean but somewhat worn. The fit was snug, but I figured that was supposed to be ... I turned to ask the butler something, but he was gone, the door was shut and now I was alone in this dimly lit room surrounded by, god knows how many men. The sounds of heavy breathing and disco music blended into one odd timbre.

4: BANG A GONG, GET IT ON

I saw that a bar was set up by the fireplace, so I made my way over, gently stepping over a few couples who were going at on the floor...there were bottles of soft drinks and wine as well as beer and liquor for the taking. I grabbed a can of Coke and poured myself a drink, though I instantly wished for something stronger as I was a bit on edge. As I was about to partner the cola with a shot of something 100 proof, someone came up behind me and grabbed my ass and said, "Yowza, kid, that's one nice tush!" I turned and my mouth dropped when I realized that I was standing face to face...well not exactly face, he was a good deal shorter than I... with the host of that odd-ball game show that came on late at night. The elfin man with the wiry, hairy body, whose cock was erect the entire time, turned out to be a charming, if not somewhat, crazy guy who tried to get me to do a line of coke with him. I turned his offer down and he smiled until his eyes squinted shut and said, "Good boy, you don't want to fuck with this shit..." and then he did a line on the bar and took my hand and guided me to a sofa where for the next twenty minutes or so he told me a very tall tale about his double life. I figured the dope was making him somewhat delusional but this was his trip, not mine, so I let him go on. Again, the entire time, his cock stayed at full alert. And then suddenly, with out a word, he got down on his knees in front of me and released my cock from the tight soccer shorts and began to give me head -- man, he was good, but quick. All the while, he jerked himself off while furiously sucking me. I pushed his head down, my hands flattening his somewhat unruly mop of salt and pepper gray hair...and then suddenly he stopped and looked up at me and said, "Don't come in my mouth." Just then a few other guys wandered over. I recognized one of them, the tall blond from all of those B Films that played the local drive-ins back home from a few years back, and this other guy, he did not look familiar, he was a hairy one and he joined us. The blond B-star took position behind the game show host and began battering his ass with such ferocity that the sofa shook; meanwhile the hairy guy got behind the sofa and began working on my tits...I surrendered myself to this sensory overload and felt myself come quickly; the game show host pulled off of my cock and I shot a geyser into the air that caused the hairy guy behind me to say, "Old, fucking, faithful"... and just then, B movie star came, knocking the game show host on to the floor and I watched as his seed sprayed the hairy chest of the man on the floor who was rubbing it all over his torso, a weird grin on his face...

5: THE BOYS IN TIGHT SHORTS

After the episode with the game show host ended, I was left alone. I got up again and went to the bar and slipped back in to the shorts. I also managed to fix myself a drink, and drank it down quickly, following it with a straight shot of vodka. When I finished the shot, I was joined by several young guys all about my age, all in tight white soccer shorts. "Want to clean up, bud?" One of them asked. I nodded my head and was escorted to a small room just off the side of the bar. I walked into the dark room and found a sink where I washed my face and hands, and then took a wash cloth off a pile of neatly stacked linens and gave my cock and balls a quick sponge bath. The guy who showed me in, a very cute blond with shoulder length hair and piercing blue eyes, handed me a towel so I could dry off. Then he introduced me to the half a dozen other guys...I shook hands and nodded at my brothers in tight white and then the blond asked, "First time at one of these parties?" I nodded and he smiled and said, "Easy money, man. Keep 'em all happy and you'll leave here with some good walking around bread." And then another one of them, a lanky dude with a peace sign tattooed on his left pec said, "You picked a good night, not that many trolls here ... mostly some hot ones, and a few heavy hitters". Mutterings of acknowledgment concerning that pearl of wisdom passed amongst the group and then the blond told me that if the host liked me, I'd be able to come back whenever I wanted ... suddenly, feeling like a rube of the lowest order, I figured out the game. Me and these young guys were the paid entertainment for the assorted guests -- fucking A; three days in Hollywood and I was a now in a den of of Sunset Blvd hustlers ... what the hell was I doing?

Just then the other guys took off back into the main play room and I watched as the guy with the peace sign went down on his knees servicing that ruggedly handsome, older African American actor who played the father on that sit-com -- though the room was dimly lit, I could see the black man's face, his striking features looked better in person than they did on the tube, contort itself into a mask of pleasure... back further in the room, I saw that the young actor who'd I earlier seen being gang-banged, was now sandwiched between two of the hustler boys; and they assaulted him with gusto from either end...meanwhile, on the sofa, I saw a young actor who was currently in one of the biggest films playing the mall theater's back home. He was idly stroking his less than impressive cock watching the going's on...

The blond at my side said, "I'm Aaron". I turned and lied to him by saying, "Hey, I'm Walt." and he smiled and said, "Stick close, I'll cover you, man". I was oddly touched by his offer and smiled and was about to say something else when that hairy guy from earlier came up to the both of us and smiled. He was rather wolf-like in his appearance with a close cropped beard that accentuated his handsome face. He leaned over and whispered something into Aaron's ear; and then Aaron nodded and whispered something back, and then the wolf gave him a pat on the shoulder. As he walked back into the crowd, Aaron turned to me and said, "Walt, brother, we hit pay-dirt. Come with me." And I followed him through the den, to a door way that led to a hallway.

6: THE MOVIESTAR
We paused in the hall in front of what looked like a solid oak door. A small lamp, on an ornate marble table that was positioned next to the door, offered a dim guide in the gloom. Aaron reached for the door handle and turned to me and said softly, "Relax and follow my lead..." and like that he reached out and gently turned the brass nob. There was no squeaking as the door softly swung to reveal a room paneled in more dark oak, the slight odor of cigar smoke greeted us and then as the view became full, for the second time this evening, my jaw dropped: There, standing naked as the day he was born, a young man on his knees in front of him sucking his dick, was The Movie-star! He was solid and muscular, his curly close cropped hair, greying at the sides. He had a cigar in his mouth and turned when he saw us, his famous baby blues catching the light and flashing like a camera's strobe. He nodded our way and took the cigar from his mouth and said in that some what gravely voice of his, "Aaron, and Walt, is it?" Dumbfounded I stood stock still. Nothing in my young life had prepared me for this moment. Here I was about to interact with the man my own mother once called, "The most beautiful person alive" -- I shook my head, because the last thing I needed now was my mother's voice in my head -- luckily, Aaron put a hand on my shoulder and firmly but gently lead me into The Movie-star's bed room.

Aaron pointed to a small table where a couple of white t-shirts and sneakers were neatly arranged, "Find a shirt and a pair of sneaks that fit man, and be cool" he whispered again. I did as I was told and as I was lacing up the tennis shoes I caught glance of The Movie-star's equally famous wife staring my way from a framed photograph that sat atop a bureau. I looked away feeling stupid.

When I turned I saw the other guy, the one that had been blowing The Movie-star exiting the room. Then Aaron was at my side dressing, he smiled and winked and said softly, "It's a fetish of his, he likes us in these kind of get-ups..."

"Well, look at you two, a couple of front runners.", the manly voice of the Master of the house rang out. We both turned and saw he was now splayed out on the bed; his cock, long and stiff, bobbing as he moved to make himself comfortable.

Aaron took my hand and led me to the foot of the bed and The Movie-Star reached for something, a remote control, and pointed it at a bookshelf, and then a reel-to-reel tape deck clicked on and Diana Ross began singing...slowly, sexy; A Love Hangover was pre-ordained.

"Come here, son" he motioned to me, "make yourself comfortable". I felt Aaron nudge me some and I made my way to the bed and then found myself in the embrace of this famous man who took me in his arms and said, "God almighty, son, you are a real find...I am going to have to give Guido and Sherman a big raise" (Guido and Sherman, the two gorillas no doubt). He handed me a goblet of red wine and I obliged taking a healthy gulp, and then he pulled me towards him so I was laying in the crook of his arm (my god he smelled like expensive cologne and power -- if power had an odor), and then he said, "Aaron, give us a little of that dance you are so noted for", and the next thing I knew Aaron was bumping and grinding to the disco beat that was slowly building. As wired as I was, I took note that my new buddy had quite a bulge in his shorts as well as a primo ass...he danced like a snake, slowly, teasing that he was going to remove his clothes, but ultimately staying dressed...then The Movie-star sat up and joined Aaron, dancing with him. I watched, still stunned over what I was seeing, and then Aaron pulled me on to the floor and the three of us began to boogie to the cheesy song playing ... maybe it was the wine, or the drink I'd had earlier, but I felt myself start to loosen up and begin to enjoy the scene...this was actually fun...The Movie-star grabbed my hips and swayed with me for a bit and then put an arm around Aaron and the three of us were facing each other, every time he laughed, The Movie-star put me in mind of his famous persona...he was by no means a young man, but he was aging beautifully and he was still magnetic ... and holy fuck, I was dancing with him in his bedroom!

And so it continued for almost twenty minutes or so, the three of us in our own private Studio 54, and somehow, between bumping and grinding, drinks were shoved into our hands and we partook and partied and it was good...

When the song finally ended the three of us feel onto the bed laughing and The Movie-star said, "Boys, you have worn this old man out". Then he lay back in the bed again and with out any fanfare said, "OK, now let me watch you two fuck each other."

He told us to remove our clothes, which we did, and then (since every actor really wants to direct I suppose) he told us exactly what he wanted to see. I supported my self on the edge of the bed while Aaron fingered my ass and then entered me. I closed my eyes for a second and then let out a deep moan. Soon I felt my new friend shoving against me and it felt good as he fucked me, and when The Movie-star told him to slap my ass, hard, I yelled out and I saw that he was jerking off while we were going at it ... then he told Aaron to bend over and instructed me to give it to the blond, but to kiss him first...we embraced and gave our host a view of a passionate kiss and he sighed in appreciation saying, "Beautiful, just beautiful, yeah kiss some more..." so we did, and then I got behind Aaron, who raised his bubble butt up while I spit on my cock and rammed him so hard that he cried out, "Mother Fucker!" and the Movie-star said, "Outstanding!" and like that, he had his orgasm, never taking his eyes off the two of us...

7: THAT'S A WRAP!

My cock was still stiff and inside of Aaron, I wanted to keep going, but The Movie-star got up out of bed and said, "Thanks boys, you can go now, oh and see Jeffers on your way out. He has something for you".

"Shit," I said, "That's it?" I asked incredulous.

"Dude, this must be your first time," Aaron said pulling away and reaching for our shorts..."Trust me, you'll get off later".

I gathered up the shirt and shorts and dressed and followed the hustler down the hallway to another room where I found my clothes neatly pressed and hanging . Next to the clothing were a couple of wicker baskets where we disposed of our tight shorts, t-shirts and sneakers.

Now fully dressed I watched as Aaron buttoned up his shirt and tucked it into his rather snug jeans, "Pay day, dude!" he said smiling wickedly and as if on cue, the butler, Jeffers, came in and handed us both an envelope and said to us, "He would like you both to come back on the 17th. Be here at ten, good night gentlemen". And after that pronouncement we were shown the door.

Outside, I noted the gorillas were gone and Aaron said, "Come on we can share a limo..."

The night was still and very warm. I thought of what it must be like back home now in New Jersey; cold, wet, gray...how could anyone go back to that when they have tasted this?

In the limo, Aaron told me to open my envelope. My eyes almost popped out of my head when I discovered seven crisp one hundred dollar bills, I turned to my new friend and found him fanning himself with his lucre, he winked at me and yelled up to the driver, "Home James"... and the car descended the mountain, and I felt like I'd just left Olympus and was now returning to life amongst the mortals...Aaron put his hand on my knee and said, "Care to hang with me for a bit?" I nodded my head and then turned as the warm California night blew it's promise of all kinds of tantalizing dreams through my hair by way of an open car window.

Aaron turned on the radio and the sounds of The Rolling Stones filled the air; Gimmie Shelter...

The Limo drove on.

END. Part One:

Summer of Stu II

He had longish hair, beautiful dark, sloe eyes, thick, sensuous lips ... a face that was one part rock-star and one part model; Stu, my first real lover...the first guy in high school I'd ever kissed, the first guy I'd ever had sex with, the first one to ever mutter, "I love you" to me, and ultimately, my first heartbreak.

I mentioned here before that during the summer of 1977 Stu and I lived together in his late grandfather's old farmhouse which lay at the end of a dirt road deep in the woods of a small town in Southern New Jersey. I loved that old house and I loved Stu. I was young, we were both young, just nineteen years old, unfettered and free and horny and we had each other...

Sex was an ongoing, almost nonstop event between us. When we weren't working or sleeping, chances are we were fooling around.

Most mornings we started the day with a mutual jerk off... it was nice to reach over and feel for his staff through his briefs, free it and jerk it until he came ... it was just as nice to have him do it to me.

Some times I'd rise to the surface out of a sound sleep with him going down on my cock. He'd do these mind-blowing things with his tongue to my cock and and balls and I'd shoot a messy morning load into his waiting mouth... and then he'd look up at me, those sleepy, sexy eyes of his locking with mine and we'd kiss and I'd taste my own cum...

Rock music was almost always playing somewhere in the house ... one day, in the kitchen we were throwing a meal together and Argent's "God Gave Rock and Roll To You" was issuing forth from the radio on the shelf above the stove, "This song makes me horny", he said turning from the stove top, and the next thing I knew he was playing with my nipples making me weak in the knees. I stopped what I was doing and allowed him to assault my chest, to tweak my sensitive tits until they burned and my cock was rock hard, until I fell to my knees and sucked him off while our dinner burnt...fuck it, could life be any better?

There was an old barn behind the house that Stu used when he painted (he was a tremendously gifted artist), we also rigged up the barn as a kind of sex room complete with a jerry-rigged sling that we took turns in getting fucked...sometimes we'd have like minded buddies over and engage in some multiple partner action. Often, Chris and Andy stopped over and the four of us would get it on in the barn ... other times it was just us. This one time, Stu and I smoked a bowl of some crazy Mexican weed and we were both so fucked up that I ended up banging his beautiful ass while he was bent over a hay bale...using my own spit as lube I pounded him raw and he cursed me out while I slapped his ass and rode him like a pony...


One night, in our bedroom, a thunderstorm lighting up the night with strobe effects, we smoked a joint and wrestled around on the bed, ass slapping each other, grabbing each others balls, twisting each other nipples, biting each other, spitting in each others mouth ... there was not penetration at all, no sucking no fucking...we merely came in our underwear while we engaged in erotic horseplay.

I loved getting fucked by Stu. He would rub his huge cock all over me, leaving a trail of slime on my back until he reached my crack and then he'd slide in, all at once, and I'd accept the pain/pleasure of his and hold my breath until he was in to the max and then he'd slowly, almost methodically pump away and I'd relax letting every inch of my lover enter while I'd listen for his breathing to intensify and I'd say his name while he was doing me and he'd tell me how much he loved fucking me, and then he'd tell me that he loved me and I'd wait for his climax; the feel of his jism pumping in to me...

I loved to fuck his face, to ram my cock into that beautiful mouth of his. He would take me and deep-throat my cock, and then I'd pull out and slap his face with my rod and watch as drops of pre-cum dotted his perfect face and his tongue would dart out and try and catch my seed...and then I'd reach back and pinch his nipple and he'd groan and I knew he loved it ... and somewhere in that old farmhouse a rock song was playing, and it would reverberate though the halls and when I would cum and shoot white semen all over his face and shout out-loud, my voice would drown out the music, and for a few shining moments I'd understand everything, and it was good and great and then he'd have his orgasm and it would be just as good for him, and once more I'd think; fuck it, could life be any better?

Suffering For Love

I've mentioned it before, about Chris and his athletic prowess...he was the star quarterback of the high school football team; he wrestled, played rugby and soccer in college...His body was like a well oiled machine that could perform in any situation that called for stamina and strength.

He also enjoyed using his athletic ability to dominate, to be the alpha male in sexual situations...but more than that, he enjoyed a good fight. OK, to be blunt, he loved to work his partner over as a prelude to sex. My time with Chris resulted in a lot of things, including a dislocated shoulder, a sprained ankle and several black eyes ... as well as a healthy enjoyment for S & M style erotic undertakings. Don't get me wrong, he could take it as well, and many was the time after a coupling with me that he'd emerge with a split lip or black and blue torso ... yes ,with us, love hurt and it was a lot of give and take...

I suffered for love from this man, and it was worth every bit of it ... i learned to endure as well as dish out punishment, I learned to be tough, I learned to hide my emotions, I learned about the pleasure that hides behind the mask of excruciating discomfort, I learned that a man can endure and grow, I learned that a bloody nose is sometimes as endearing as a kiss ... fighting and fucking, I also learned, are acts of passion...

When we wrestled, and we did this often, he'd try to crush me with his legs; my thighs in a human vice, his body tensed and every muscle as hard as steel.

When he had me by the hair, in a corner, crotch pressed up against my face, fist clenched ready to pummel me into submission; I knew that this was not only a savage act of cruel domination, it was also an act of love.

When he kicked me when I was down and verbally tormented me, I would grow hard and insane with love.

When i sometimes got the upper hand and put him in full nelson and made him scream in pain, I knew he was screaming that he loved me.

When he bested me and stood over me flexing, like a Greek god, I knew that I would worship him; I knew that his crotch, that always seemed ready to burst with the promise of sex, would be communion that I would readily take in homage to my personal deity.

When he yanked me up to his crotch and shoved my face to his bulge and yelled out humiliating things to me, I knew that this was the price I had to pay for loving a man such as this...I knew that I would, and could, return this favor, that I would be the one on top and that I would be the one shoving his crotch on to the face of the defeated ... but when it was me on the receiving end, I gladly took what was being served ... when I was the fallen, I'd give in and embrace the defeat and the pain and the humiliation ... that's what love was for us.

When I managed to get the upper hand and reach for his nipples and pinch and pull on them and realize that his cocky demeanor was fading, I'd grow even harder imagining that somehow, someway, I'd made this Olympian my slave, and then I'd reach for his balls and squeeze them until he begged for mercy, and I'd show him as much mercy as he showed me earlier by yanking on them even harder and more severely until he might collapse under me and for a time I'd be the dominator and he was the punk ... and later, after we were through he'd tell me how much that had turned him on, and that he wanted me to put up a fight and that he enjoyed me inflicting some pain on him, as much has he enjoyed doing the same to me...

Eventually we'd tire of brawling and sex would follow ... and it was always good. When he fucked me, he'd do it with as much tenacity as he did when he was working me over, he'd ask me if I liked it, he'd ask me if I loved it, he'd ask me if it hurt ... and I'd curse him out and tell him that I wanted to him to go faster, harder, deeper, and he'd oblige and I'd imagine that this is what it must have felt like to be had by Zeus...and sometimes, I'd be on top, fucking him and slapping his muscular ass, maybe pulling him by his hair at the same time and he'd swear revenge on me but at the same time he'd be urging me on telling me to make him hurt, make him feel it...

And when it was all over, when we finished, when we had our orgasms, we'd revert to this quiet, sensual mode. We'd hug and kiss and he'd tell me how proud he was of me, how he loved me, how he knew I was the ONE for him ... and if I was the victor, I'd tell him that it was the best sex I'd ever had ... and yet, and yet, and yet... as much as I did, I never, ever told him that I loved him...

Turnabout is Fair Play

It was late in the summer of 1987 when Rick sprung me on his family in Denton Ohio.

Happily, his mother and father turned out to be decent people with no problem concerning their son's sexuality. I was shocked over this fact considering that we were in farm country, where I assumed, that being gay made one an outcast, and bringing your boyfriend home for a weekend was akin to setting fire to the local church...boy, was I wrong.

Rick's parents were intelligent, educated, extremely liberal people who did not tolerate their son's lifestyle ... they embraced it! Over dinner, our first night in the comfortable farm house, we sat, the four of us, and discussed the sorry state of American politics; Rick's mother, before she was married, had worked for the Democratic party in Washington and she made my head spin with tales of all kinds of skulduggery that occurred within the Beltway. Meanwhile, Rick's father, the vice president of the Public Television Station in Ohio bemoaned how the Reagan / Bush years had crippled much of the funding for his and other publicly funded broadcast stations ... so I sat, and over a sublime home-cooked meal, I fell in love with this couple, these two outstanding human beings who had given the world, and me, their beautiful son.

After dinner, that first night, Rick's folks apologized as they were due at a function. After they left, I turned to my boyfriend and said, "My god, they are perfect! Do you think they'd adopt me?"

"Sure they would", Rick replied, "And think how kinky that would be! Getting fucked by my brother!"

We went out to the porch and sat on a couple of old wooden rocking chairs while crickets and cicadas serenaded us and a half moon hung lazily above. We smoked a joint and sat enjoying the buzz in our heads as well as the one coming from the evening's choir.

After a while, he came over and sat in my lap and we kissed slowly and with a leisurely purpose... I lazily felt for the familiar lump that was, even now, rock hard in his Levi's and while still in a lip lock, traced it's outline with my left forefinger.

"Come on", he said getting up from my lap, "I want to show you my bedroom."

His room was in the finished section of the house's basement. Walls were adorned with posters of rock stars and a few baseball pennants as well as some scholastic honor badges. "My god, you are a geek!" I laughed as he charged me and we fell onto the large, very comfortable bed that was blanketed by a dark blue quilt...

...we wrestled around on the bed, laughing and grabbing at each other, I pushed his head down to my crotch and yelled out, "Suck my dick, geek!" and instead he gave my nuts a tweak through my pants and bellowed, "No way fucker! You are on my turf now!" and that made me laugh even harder and we rolled around some more until we both fell off of the bed on to the floor gasping for breath yet still taking playful jabs at each other...

Finally, worn out and still stoned, we both lay on the cool basement floor and I heard him say something...

"What?" I asked the darkness.

"I said, I am so glad I met you, I feel so lucky to have you ... I love you like you'll never know."

And I sat up and pulled him up and once more we kissed and then I told him, "I'm the lucky one, babe."

We held each other for what seemed like hours, but it was just a few minutes, and then I said, "OK, this floor is really uncomfortable" and we climbed back on to the bed and began making out like a couple of love-sick teenagers.

He had lit a candle and like always, candle light made his sea-green eyes glow like some otherworldly jewels. His reddish brown hair also caught the light and his alabaster skin shone with an almost ghostly glow...I could have eaten him alive, he was so beautiful at this moment.

"Hey," I said, "I want you to fuck me, babe."

Up until this point, we'd done almost everything sexually, but when it came to fucking, Rick was always on the receiving end from me, and tonight, I wanted him on top of the world.

He hopped off of the bed for moment and tore all of his clothes off except for his briefs. He knew I liked looking at him in his white underwear, especially when he was hard... then he slowly began gyrating, his mid-section swaying while he rubbed at his stiff cock which seemed to threaten to burst through his BVD's at any second...I watched, transfixed, as this sinewy little stud was getting himself all worked up for me... then he leaned over and I reached up and flicked at his nipples a few times, they were as hard as his cock and he laughed a deep, soulful chuckle, a crooked smile on his lips as he slowly removed his briefs revealing his penis at full staff and ready for action.

I managed to get my pants and shirt off and tossed them to the floor. Then I arched my back and removed my underwear.

With out saying a word, he knelt on the bed in front of me and raised my legs resting them on his shoulders. I watched as he made a puddle of spittle dribble from his beautiful lips onto his cock which he slathered until it glistened in the candle light.

When I felt the head of his cock enter me I breathed in and closed my eyes for a second and I raised myself up and pushed until he was in me firmly; and we both let out a deep moan at the same time, his borne of pleasure, mine of pain.

He leaned over me now and began the in and out motion. I watched his face and his slim, tightly muscled torso tense with every thrust, I reached up again and played with his nipples, yanking on them, twisting them, pinching them and he threw his head back and groaned out loud, "AWWW GOD, DAMN YOU ARE SO FUCKING TIGHT..."

I found myself biting my lower lip, and my eyes drifted about the room and there was Bono with his shirt off, and over there was Adam Ant, and over there were the Ramones, and over me, on top of me, was Rick, my archangel of lust, a vision of heaven, so damn gorgeous...

He pulled out of me and asked me to roll over, and I did then I got on my knees and lifted my ass up to meet him and he fucked me from behind, now going at it with
porn-star-like enthusiasm, slapping my ass and cursing, and banging me at a jackhammer's pace and I was past the pain, now - I was digging it, wanting more of it, and I looked over and once more saw the posters and felt myself being drawn to that state of ultimate pleasure while under the watchful eye of Adam Ant and Bono and The Ramones...and when he fell onto my back, kissing my neck, while his hips kept slamming I felt myself slip down the little rabbit hole, behind that gray wall where the fireworks are hidden while I came shooting my load on that blue comforter...

But Rick continued fucking me, his breathing now heavy, and I could feel his sweat as he was still hunched over, his cock seemed to grow bigger inside of me, and when I thought I was going to throw him off of me, because I could no longer handle him, he gave one final thrust and I felt his cum shoot into me, and he was gasping and saying, "Oh God, Oh God" over and over again and I felt his juice dripping out of me, down my inner thighs and legs and before he stopped he jerked once more, a spasm of final pleasure that caused him to yell out, "DAMN!"

He lay on top of me for a few moments, his cock slowly shrinking while still in me. His breathing becoming more regular...

When he got off of me, and rolled onto his back, I threw my arm around him and pulled him close to me. We were both too exhausted to do or say anything, so we pulled in closer and nuzzled each other and eventually, we fell into a deep untroubled sleep there in that basement bedroom under the watchful eyes of the rock stars that adorned the walls.

Fucking His Ass

Rick and I have been lovers now for almost a year; it is late in 1986, a few days after Christmas. I have flown out to Boulder and am at his apartment. His roommate, Jon, is away and we are alone. We've spent a glorious first holiday season together, forgoing family and friends, just spending time with each other... exchanging gifts on Christmas morning, going for long walks in the snowy streets of Boulder, having coffee early mornings at a funky little cafe' on Pearl street ... and having sex whenever possible.

I've said it before, but it bears repeating, Rick and I were so symbiotic when it came to carnal matters - sometimes, I could not believe that it took, what felt like, a lifetime of one night stands as well as several failed relationships, to find the one.

Have I talked about his beautiful ass?

I'm sure I've mentioned it ... perfect, alabaster, firm...fuckable.

So it's a few days after Christmas, like I said, and it's late at night. He comes out of the shower and is wearing a pair of white briefs and goes to the corner of the bedroom and stands there at the far wall and turns around, looking over his shoulder and says to me, "See something you like?"

I walk across the room, naked, my cock already stiff and buzzing, and I put my arms around his mid-section as I dry hump him while he pushes his BVD clad butt up against me. He is still slightly damp from his shower, and he smells of Ivory soap and some kind of aftershave...we are both about the same height, but I am husky and he is lean, I can crush him with my arms, and he enjoys that fact, as do I.

I let my hands slip into his briefs and fondle his penis, he puts his hands on mine and whispers my name ... he moves me down deeper into his underwear until four hands are now playing in and around his growing piece ... my lips are by his ear and I whisper obscenities to him and he laughs quietly and says, "Tell me more, pig." I reach up and pinch his left tit and he once again, shoves his ass into my mid-section.

My left arm comes around and I shove a couple of fingers into his mouth and he sucks on my digits until they are covered in his saliva...I pull them out of his mouth and go for the back of his underwear, my wet fingers worming their way into the briefs until they find their way to his asshole, and then I put three wet fingers up him quickly and he gasps and curses and I go up a little further and he moans and says it hurts, and then he says, "Don't stop"... and I keep fingering him, stretching him and poking, and he lowers his ass down until I am up to my knuckles in him. I call him my punk bitch and he laughs that dirty little laugh of his again and says, "Yeah, baby" in a halting whisper.

The finger fucking continues until I can no longer wait and I pull out and tear his briefs off of him and toss them aside. Now my cock is pressed up against his opening and I am longing to plow him, to join with him, to become one with him...

Pausing to slip on a condom and lube up, he turns to face me and grabs me and we kiss one long, soulful sloppy smack and then I guide him to the bed and lean him over and watch as he supports himself on the bed's edge while I enter him, slowly and I marvel over how tight he is and how fucking good it feels.

Now I am in him and he does not just yell, he actually screams out my name and pounds his fists into the mattress and says's "Goddamn!!!" I slap his beautiful butt cheeks leaving angry red marks on his ass and he screams out again and I go in deeper, pumping him, and then I reach under him and grab his cock and milk it. I want his pain to be mixed with pleasure, so I jerk him while I fuck him. He is as hard as a rock.

We are both now on the bed flaying about, the box spring is squealing and we have become what we really are; dogs in heat. I find myself shoving his face down on a pillow while I try to go deeper and he keeps saying my name and peppering it with curse words and I am so into him now that I could die, the pleasure is beyond words and then, suddenly, I am on my back and he is riding my cock so I can see his face; a countenance of exquisite pain as sweat drips from his forehead, his reddish brown hair now matted to his scalp while he bounces taking me to untold places of pleasure...and I see that his cock is still as hard and stiff as a railroad spike.

He comes before I do. His load shoots straight up into the air and he throws his head up and moans at the top of his lungs, and yet he keeps on riding and finally I feel my orgasm so I pull him down and throw my arms around him so that while I am coming I can kiss him and taste him, and that's the way it is...fireworks and convulsive spasms of white hot pleasure and our tongues smashing into each other while I have him in a bear hug, chest to chest; but he is still straddling me and my cock is still in him and I think to myself, that I have died and gone to heaven...

And when it's over, we lay side by side exhausted and I take his hand and hold it tight and we don't say a word for a while and I think about how great this all is and how beautiful Rick is, and then he rolls over and is facing me, those gorgeous green eyes flickering with mischievous glee and he says to me, "That was great, I think I'm paralyzed now".

And we laugh, both of us, and after some time, I cradle him to my chest and we drift off to sleep, unaware...and it is good.

Sucking His Cock

Rick was standing in front of me wearing only a pair of white briefs and a look of longing . Those green eyes that had held me entranced since we met that fateful afternoon on a dusty road in eastern Colorado seven months earlier still had power over me; these were the eyes of a young man who was much wiser than his years...these were the eyes that had hypnotized me.

Moving down from his eyes I feasted visually on his slim, sinewy, hairless body, down his chest, past his flat tummy, to his thick cock that even now threatened to tear through the BVD's he was wearing.

I can not do justice to the lust I felt for this guy, some nine years my junior, who at the tender age of 18 had seduced me and let me know that love (as well as sex) was still possible for a jaded man who could feel thirty breathing down his neck. In retrospect that sounds funny, I mean I was only twenty seven then; but I suppose, it's all relative.

Back to that cock.

What a nice rod he had. It wasn't the biggest, nor the thickest I've seen, but it was beautifully proportioned, and could stay rock hard for what seemed like forever.

I slowly peeled his underwear down, just allowing the head of his member to peek above the band line of the briefs. I moved in close and licked at the split of the front of it. He would shudder when I did this and stop breathing for a second. Then I moved my chin up on it and rubbed gently so that my day's growth of rough beard would make the sensitive skin tingle. Again he'd shudder a bit and groan lightly.

Then I gently kissed it letting my tongue roll lazily at the tip, having a quick lick and noting the faint salty taste that happened in my mouth.

Now, he had his hands on my shoulders as I sat on the edge of the bed, they were like clamps, they held on so tight, he swayed slightly but held on.

Quickly, I brought both hands up and yanked the underwear down and his cock flopped out hitting me in the face and then I took it in hand held the shaft close to his balls tight while I watched a bead of translucent precum form at his slit. I tightened my grip again and he moaned again while I began to rub his cock on my face.

Rick began to press himself against my mouth, dry humping my face. I reached back and grabbed his firm ass cheeks and pushed him in closer, and then when he was as close as could be I opened my mouth and took him, deep throated him, swallowed his beautiful cock and he cried out my name.

I relaxed my jaw as best I could and let him fuck my face. My tongue flattened out and darted at the bottom of his cock while my lips stretched to cover every inch, then I swirled my tongue over and under and around and he rammed me so hard at one point I gagged, but I did not stop.

He was going full tilt now, so I brought my left hand up behind his ass and began to finger his hole, feeling my way until I was in him and he cried out again, cursing me, and then groaning in pleasure. With my free hand I began to work on his balls, massaging them and then giving them a tug.

His hands now were on the back of my head and I had him up to the hilt and I tasted his cum as he shot in my mouth, and then I heard him say, "Jesus, fuck, damn" and another load of his juice fills my mouth and I swallow while I feel his body jerk and convulse.

After he is done, he has that look on his face, his post orgasm spent look; eyes heavy, that smirk of a smile and we kissed for a long time and then I laid back on the bed and right before he went down on me he told me he loved me.

The Last Time

December 28th 1984.

Stu, Chris and Andy and I had not all been together in some time. Stu was living in New England, and Andy was in school at NYU; Chris and I were in our junior year in college, and we still lived together, but like I said, the four of us had not been together in awhile.

With the four of us back in our home town for the holiday season, we all managed to connect and arrangements and reservations were made at a flea-bag motel just off the interstate.

It was snowing heavily that night and when I pulled into the parking lot, I saw a car parked by the room we had reserved.

I let myself into room 1958 and there was Stu, who I had not seen in almost three years, lying on the bed wearing a pair of jeans and a sweater, watching television He dropped the remote control when he saw me walk in . I stood stock still, my eyes drinking in my former lover. He still looked beautiful. As beautiful as he had when we met back in high school, as beautiful as he had those many moons ago when we lived together... there was a lot to be said, but not now. He got out of bed and helped me out of my coat and shirt. I took his sweater off of him and threw it to the floor and then we kissed; and for a few seconds, I remembered why I'd loved him so much...

Just then, the door opened again and a familiar voice proclaimed, "Damn, couldn't you guys wait a few minutes?"

It was Andy, and he looked great and I said to him, "Get naked, punk, it's party time!"

Throwing his clothes in a pile on the floor he joined us and the three of us kissed each other, our tongues meeting in a very familiar way, our hands traversing each others bodies, our souls content that we were back where we belonged. It did not take long for our cocks to rise to the occasion and for our libidos to kick in. I wondered where Chris was, but for the time being, this was just fine.

I took Stu's cock in my hand and gently stroked it while Andy stood behind him kissing him. Then Andy took Stu's arms and held them behind his back and I began, in earnest to start working on Stu's tits; reveling in his moans and groans, and then I gave his balls a playful tug. Then I moved behind him and took Andy in my arms and gave him long hard kiss -- meanwhile Stu got on his knees in front of us and began sucking on our dicks. At one point he managed to get both of them in his mouth.

Chris walked in on this exchange and the blast of cold air that entered the small motel room cooled the three of us down enough that we managed to greet our fourth brother. He had brought some wine which we all had a glass of and the next thing I knew we were sitting on the sofa, our cock's erect helped along with the warmth of the wine as well as the warmth of camaraderie... we did not say a word, we just all stroked and then Chris got down on his knees in front of me and began sucking my cock, while he did this, Stu leaned over to kiss me...then Chris moved on to Stu and began slurping at his cock; with his free hands, Chris jerked Andy and I off at the same time ... finally he went down on Andy and I leaned across Stu and pinched at Andy's rock-hard nipples...Chris pulled me away and set me down on the floor while he arranged him self on the sofa and then I took communion from my brothers, tasting each of them and savoring their musk...when I was through, Andy took his turn followed by Stu...

By now all four of us had our motors running; I got down and started sucking off Andy again while Chris was dry humping Stu. Deep growls and wistful sighs mixed with the sounds of enthusiastic cock sucking... then we switched off again, Andy was sucking off Chris and Stu was licking at my shaft; when Andy went down on me, Chris stood over us, his cock dripping honey while he massaged his rod ... Stu reached around and began fingering my ass. He licked his fingers and lightly touched at my hole; between that and the blow job I was getting I could safely say I was in heaven... Chris continued stroking and leaned over the sofa and put his cock in my mouth...he fucked my face while Andy continued giving head...somewhere, my mind traveled back to that day in 1976, the gym, our first four way, our first bonding...now Chris pulled out of my mouth and was fucking Stu's face, I looked over and watched as he took my lover's cock...Then Andy stopped and looked up, he smiled his All American smile at me and lunged forward and began kissing me, the taste of my cock mixed with his saliva was like a fine mead.

Now the four of us were in sync, our bodies like one, kisses all around, and the gentleness was being replaced by a more urgent energy as we all got more aroused. Chris shifted and put Andy over his knee and began paddling his sweet little butt; while this was going on, Stu kneeled down shoved his dick into Andy's mouth...when Andy's ass was tanned to his satisfaction, Chris leaned in and spit on to his hole and said, "All lubed up, whose first?"

I pushed him down on the floor in front of the sofa and began fucking my little buddy...meanwhile Chris and Stu knelt over his face, waving their cocks over him; I watched as drips of clear liquid fell on to his face, I watched as his face tensed up from the pain as I started power fucking him, Chris slapped my pec and said, "Make him feel it, bro"...Stu reached behind me and soon I felt his cock entering me; the pain was exquisite and I cursed him out while I continued banging Andy...Then Chris adjusted himself over me and put his cock in my mouth and I sucked him off while I fucked and got fucked...

Then I was pulled off Andy and laid down and felt Chris pulling my legs back while he said to Andy, "Come on dude, show him how tough you can be" and with in a matter of seconds, Andy was pummeling me while Stu and Chris egged him on. I looked up and watched his boyish face, set in a determined grimace while he did his best and watched as Chris then pushed Stu flat on the floor, on his belly and began fucking him.

Time passed and we switched off again and again until finally I found myself getting fucked by Chris while Andy held my arms flat. It was turning me on to no end and when Stu stood over me and shot his cum all over my back, I felt myself climax. Chris let out a howl and did the same only he came inside of me and then Andy, surprised everyone, when he grabbed Chris by his curly hair and shoved his cock into his mouth yelling, "Swallow it, bitch!"

The four of us, now exhausted, fell to the floor, Chris took me in his arms, Andy lay his head on my chest, and Stu lay his sweaty head across my thigh and we stay there for almost an hour, our breathing growing less intense.

The curtains to the hotel room were slightly parted and I could see the snow piling up outside; and yet, I never wanted to leave this room...

...you'd have thought that after all of this bumping and grinding that that was that. Of course, when I went to take a shower and Stu joined me and I fucked him under the spray of warm water I was proved wrong.

Later on the four of us climbed into the big bed in the hotel room and it took less than an hour for round two to begin...

When we had all finally stopped and one, by one, dropped off to sleep I had no idea that this chapter in my life was finally ending. This was the last time the four of us would ever be together in the same room, let alone the same bed; and in retrospect that fills me with much sadness...

Clash of the Titans

That summer of 1983, Chris and I spent the month of July in the mountains of Western Pennsylvania at a private camp ground. The way I remember it, this place was as close to Nirvana as I'd ever come. There were all kinds of men here, spread over a hilly forty some acres of mostly unspoiled land. There was a group of guys who called themselves Radical Faeries; and these dudes were a crazy bunch of pagan /hippies that made their own soap and held late night orgies around bonfires. There were also a lot of bears; hairy, husky dudes, as well as run-of-the-mill guys. What you didn't see a lot of up here in the mountains were the city guys, the fashion conscious types; and frankly, that was fine with me...

Chris and I were sharing a cabin on a lake, our closest neighbor was this chrome-dome stud named Rod who, word had it, was a semi-professional body builder as well as an all around hell raiser. Be that as it may, his cabin was almost a mile from us so we did not see much of him.

Until...

This one afternoon, Chris and I took a swim in the lake. When we climbed out of the water, we lay on the grass, and let the hot summer sun and gentle wind dry us off. We stayed in the sun for about a half an hour talking about everything and nothing and then Chris said, "Hey I know there is a lot of temptation on this campsite, and it's cool if you want to experiment, but remember, no body fucks that ass of yours but me, got it?" I leaned over and kissed my lover and assured him that I was not going to go all trollop on him. He reached out and took me in his beefy arms and said, "I think I better fuck you right now, just so you don't get tempted..." and with that, he lifted me up to my feet and guided me over to a tree, "Put your arms up," he commanded pointing to a branch and I did as I was told while he began man-handling me, slapping my butt, biting my neck, and then he reached under and beneath my legs and grabbed my cock which was as hard as his and squeezed it until a drop of pre-cum formed at the piss-slit. I closed my eyes enjoying all of this power play, giving my self over to this guy; sometime you want to use, and some times you want to be the one being used.

When he put his arms around me, crushing my mid-section, I knew he was primed and ready to begin doing me. I felt his familiar cock rubbing up against me and was preparing for the love assault when a voice boomed out,

"YO! NEED A THIRD!?"

I glanced over and saw, what looked like some kind of muscular mountain god coming through the bush. The mid-day sun shone on his tanned body and reflected off his bald head. It was Rod from a mile away. He was wearing a pair of very torn 501's, hiking boots and a somewhat frightening grin; and he looked hotter than fucking hell.

He strode right up to me and grabbed my cock and gave it a tug and just then Chris stepped forward and pushed him away, "Hey motherfucker, what do you think your doing?" Rod kept that sly smile on his face as he sized up Chris and said, "Come on man, don't you want to share your bitch?" and the next thing I knew, Chris went all alpha-male and let go with a series of punches, wailing on the muscle bound stranger.

The two of them fell to the ground and Chris straddled his chest and began choking him, "Who the fuck do you think you are, man?" He growled at Rod.

I moved out of the way and watched and when Chris let up, Rod said, "Wow you are one tough fucker, ain't you...listen", he choked a few times, "No harm meant, but maybe we could wrestle over your bitch? Huh, loser gets the spoils?" He laughed and Chris hit him with a left hook...

...Rod's smile changed now and he pushed up, knocking Chris of him and his voice boomed, "What, you ain't man enough for this?"

Silence except for the sound of the two titans gasping for air.

Chris stood up and said, "Ok fucker, you want to go at it?"

Rod got up and slowly took his pants off revealing a marvelous ass that looked to be sculpted from fine marble and a dick that was about the size of an anaconda...and now the two muscular men faced each other, their bodies tensed, their cocks both semi erect and bobbing in front of them like electrical cables. "Just remember, " Rod said menacingly, "If I win, your boy is mine."

They charged each other after that and at first, Rod was clearly at the top of the game. No matter what Chris did, Rod managed to overpower him and at one point he had him pinned down to the ground, spitting in his face. I watched as my boyfriend struggled under the hairless demon and, yup, I was as hard as a rock.
Just when I thought Chris was going to be bested in this test of strength, he let out a howl that seemed to come from the deepest recess of his belly and he threw Rod from him and reversed the situation...now my curly haired Adonis was in the dominant position and he was punishing Rod with a choke hold; I stood transfixed as both men's bodies glistened with sweat in the mid-summer sun, like two magnificent titans they continued and from time to time I could see that both of them were aroused; their massive cocks jutted forth now and again like spears...I could hear the both of them grunting and groaning like wild animals...once more Chris got Rod down on his back straddled him and laid into him repeatedly with a series of savage blows to his pecs which sounded like the beating of a drum to me...finally, with Chris on top, Rod screamed out at the top of his lungs and Christ taunted him and yelled back, "What's that fucker? I can't hear you!" and Rod said what Chris wanted to hear:

"I submit!!!"

Chris got up and stood over his foe now; dripping in sweat and put his foot on Rod's chest and flexed his impressive arms in a victory pose, his cock standing straight up, and then he kicked Rod in the side which was met with a groan from his opponent and he locked eyes with me and said, "Get the fuck over here!"

I did not have to be told anything, I wanted to worship my hero and I did. I began by licking the sweat off his chest, slowly at first and then more aggressively. When he put his arms up, I went for his pits and licked the perspiration from them, the salty sweet taste of my man was overwhelming and like some of kind of strange narcotic it worked it's magic on me and I wanted more and so I ended up tonguing him from stem to stern while he stood like a proud warrior on the field of battle.

And then I got down on my knees and took his member in my mouth and sucked it, I let my hands come up and cup his balls and reveled in his groans of pleasure and secretly enjoyed giving the bastard on the ground a show. At one point I heard Chris proclaim to Rod, "See what your missing, fucker!"

Chris pulled me up by my hair and bent me over so that I was directly over Rod now and he shoved his cock deep inside of me making me howl in pain and I saw juice dripping from my dick onto Rod's bruised chest. I threw my head back feeling that hot sun bake my face while he savaged me the way I liked it; desperate and animal-like and then I felt his grip tighten around me and felt that final shove that heralded his orgasm and he shot his load in me and crashed into me, both of us shaking like an earth quake rumbled beneath our feet...

After he came, Chris yanked Rod up and shoved his face on to my cock and the muscle man, opened wide and sucked me off while Chris said to him, "You suck his cock, fucker, take good care of him or I'll kick your sorry ass again!"

And Rod blew me like his life depended on it, and put my hand on his bald head and held him firm while I fucked his face while Chris played with my nipples ... and that hot sun beat down on the three of us and then I shot my load in the muscle god's mouth and I made him stay on my cock while I continued coming and Chris said, "Swallow it, punk!" and then I turned my head and kissed my lover, my friend, my hero ... and when I turned I saw poor Rod scooping up his jeans beating a hasty retreat back to where he came from and I laughed, and Chris took me in his arms and kissed me again... we went back to the lake and swam again, washing off the afternoon's sins in the beautiful warm water of that glistening liquid oasis...

Twenty-Eight at Ring Side

When your boyfriend of less than a year knows your sexual fetishes well enough to cook up a birthday surprise that includes a private viewing of a three-way-fantasy wrestling match - well, if that ain't love, I don't know what is...

It went something like this: A few days before my 28th birthday I flew out to Colorado to spend a week with Rick. As was our usual thing, we wasted no time hitting the sheets fucking and sucking like mad dogs in heat. My little red-head was proving to be a most imaginative and energetic lover; and as always, I was pleasantly surprised when he seemed to know all of the things that pushed my carnal buttons. He was the lover I'd always dreamed of, and I hoped I was the same to him.

On the third night out west, on my actual birth date; Rick told me that he had a big surprise for me this evening. I asked him what he had planned but he kept quiet and so I figured I'd just play along , besides, he'd never let me down these past eleven months since we met, so I was bound to enjoy whatever devious plot my little pervert had planned.

We went out to dinner at a nice restaurant, but I noticed that Rick kept checking his watch, "Dear god, I hope a stripper isn't supposed to show up", I said half seriously; his face fell when he replied, "Damn, you are ruining the surprise". I sat quiet for a moment and then saw he was trying to stifle a laugh. I kicked him lightly under the table and then waited for our meals to arrive.

After dinner we hoped into Rick's car and drove, away from town, towards the countryside. It was a spectacular July night, the sky so clear that the stars seemed to be crackling. I rolled the window down and let the warm night air wash over me. After about a half an hour or so, we pulled down a small road just on the outskirts of Dimsdale and parked the car behind an abandoned warehouse that sat hidden back in the woods.

As we exited the car, Rick went around the back to the trunk and got a gym bag out that he slung over his shoulder, "This is it", he said pointing to the building. "My uncle owns this place, he never sold it and for some reason, it's in my name."

"So this is my birthday surprise, your dowry?" I asked chuckling.

"No!" he said rolling his eyes, your surprise is what's in side...just like a Butterfinger".

I followed him in after he unlocked the back door. We made our way through a small conference room into a large main area that was about ten degrees cooler than it was outside. Our footsteps echoed and when Rick found the light switch I saw that a make-shift wrestling ring had been erected in the center of the room; actually, it looked pretty authentic. Just off to the side was one of those big old chase-lounge chairs with a small wooden crate next to it. Rick pointed to the chair and said, "Make yourself comfortable, it's the seat of honor."

I meandered over to my seat and saw that on the crate were a few joints, some lube, a package of Trojans and a couple bottles of water. I lay back and lit a joint, took a few tokes and closed my eyes ... last night I'd met Rick's roommate, Jon, what a hottie that one was, jet black hair, cute little ass, a real lanky dude ... I wondered if he was gay ... I'd also met this other guy, Gus, another cutie, but kind of quiet... just then my train of thought was derailed by some cheesy music playing so loud that it was distorted; it was some kind of pre-recorded stuff, a familiar voice boomed over the tinny music, "Welcome to the Dimsdale Wrestletorium for tonight's featured match - a no holds bared, loser gets fucked, double team event", I had to laugh over the earnest yet tacky presentation but the voice continued, "Would you welcome please the tag-team champs, Ricky the Crippler and his partner Jon the Mangler, they are, The Dream Team..." the voice trailed off and just then on either side of the ring, I saw two figures bounding out from the shadows.

Rick was first, in the tightest pair of Speedos I'd ever seen, wearing a white ring-jacket with "USA" emblazoned on it, he sped through to the ring, and with the grace of Jimmy Snuka, did a back flip, landed on his feet and raised his arms. I cheered and whistled and just then Jon, who'd I met the night before, in an equally snug pair of tights came charging down the aisle, his black hair flapping behind him. Rick parted the first and second ropes to offer entrance for his partner and he climbed in and he also raised his arms while I applauded wildly.

The boys began stretching in the ring, Rick put his left leg up on a turnbuckle that afforded me a breathtaking view of his upper thigh ; meanwhile Jon, his back to me, did a couple of squats which showed how muscular his ass was as his bubble butt strained against the fabric of his tights ... if all this wasn't enough, they then ripped their jackets off and the both of them began flexing like a couple of mini Schwarzenegger's . No, these two were far from muscle men, but they had sinewy tightly sculpted bodies, and they were giving me a show that was making my cock ache... and then they faced me and maybe it was just a trick of the light, but both of them were already sporting semi-hardons...I think I might have been drooling at this point.

Strutting about the ring now like a couple of little thugs, I wondered what was next. As if on cue, Rick did a quick cartwheel in the center of the ring and said out loud, "For your approval, meet the Dream Team's opponent for the night".

Another light came on (how did they do that? I wondered) and the back end of the ring was illuminated and I saw someone tied to the back turnbuckle struggling against the rope that held him ... it was Gus, the other guy I'd met last night. He was dressed in very tight white briefs that were almost see-through.

Jon untied him and Gus feel to the mat floor and somewhere, a bell clanged and Jon tagged Rick; Jon climbed to the lip of the ring and stood, his sweet ass facing me. Meanwhile Rick bobbed around the ring around taunting Gus, "Come on punk, come on, show me what you got, come on..." Rick reached down and grabbed a handful of the kid's hair and immediately got him into a side headlock. He dragged him center ring and with his free hand pointed at me, a wicked smile on his face and then pummeled Gus in rapid fire with a succession of right hooks. Letting go, Gus fell face down in the ring; Rick scrambled over him and brought his boot down on the kid's mid-section causing him to scream out in pain ... this was turning me on to no end, so I lay back on the chair and freed my member and slowly began stroking...

Rick was now on top of Gus and he reached down into his opponent's tights, from the back, and gave his balls a good squeeze, once again making Gus scream out in pain. Then he got up on his feet and yanked Gus up, holding both of his arms behind his back and pushed him over to the corner of the ring where Jon was waiting.

Holding the kid prone, Jon laid into him with a couple of gut punches. He paused for a minute and then grabbed his nipples giving them such a twist that Gus's legs collapsed under him. Rick let go of him then, and tagged in Jon who hopped sideways over the rope and began doling out his own brand of punishment to the punk in white. Pile-drivers, leg splits, and full nelsons were dealt out at an amazing rate, Jon was one tough customer ... I almost shot my load watching him beat Gus.

When Jon had Gus in a figure four leg lock, Rick leaned over the rope, his tights riding up revealing his left ass cheek, and tagged Jon. Now both of them were in the ring working over Gus, it was so fucking hot...the kid had no chance in hell against these two. At one point, they lay him down while Jon did a claw on Gus's crotch and Rick dry humped the kid's face. Whatever fight Gus might have had was gone, he was being used.

Now Rick and Jon stood up and faced me, as if on cue they yanked their trunks down revealing two raging boners, and then they covered up again, though I could see Rick's cock head still peeking out of the top of his Speedos and again I thought I was going to cum...

The boys lifted Gus to the edge of the ring and threw him out on to the floor and then jumped out of the ring and grabbed him, each took an arm and they dragged him towards me.

"Suck," Rick commanded, pushing Gus onto my engorged cock, and Gus sucked, man-oh-man, did he suck, like his fucking life depended on it. And then they pulled him off me and threw him back into the ring.

I was so fucking turned on now, and for the umpteenth time that night I almost climaxed watching Rick and Jon tie Gus to the turnbuckle while the used him as a human punching bag...the kid begged, pleaded for mercy, but the Dream Team just kept abusing him.

Finally, Jon and Rick, covered in sweat, stopped and undid Gus . This time they took him to the edge of the ring and tied him to the turnbuckle, his ass facing them. And then they waved me over...

..."OK baby," Rick said, "you want some of this punk?"

I jumped from my chair and tore off my jeans and shirt and climbed into the ring in just my briefs. I took Rick in my arms and gave him a big sloppy kiss while Jon felt up my crotch, freeing my cock from my underwear, milking it, my cum dripping like liquid honey all over his hands. I kept kissing my lover while Jon sheathed my member with a condom and slathered it up in lube ... I turned towards him and kissed him also ... meanwhile Rick was behind me, his hands around my chest finding my erect nipples pinching them...my cock was rail stiff and I saw that Gus's ass was unclothed and I rammed deep inside of him while Rick and Jon's hands played all over my body sending me into untold places of pleasure...Gus was screaming out loud, and I fucked him harder... Jon was eating out my ass, his tongue stabbing at my hole ... Rick was biting at my ear, talking dirty, calling me his ' Daddy' ... Jon climbed in front of Gus and stuck his cock in the punk's mouth ... Rick climbed outside the ropes and started fucking Jon... I don't know which of us came first, I just know that when I came I rammed Gus so hard that again his knees buckled and Jon's rod slipped out of his mouth so that when the dark haired stud came he shot all over Gus's back ... meanwhile I watched my lover's face while he climaxed, his cock up Jon's ass ... Gus fell to the mat and I took both of the Dream Team into my arms and we shared kisses, the three of us and then we shook the cum dripping from our cocks on to the body of the fallen punk on the wrestling mat below us...

___

An hour later I was thanking and saying my goodbyes to Jon and Gus as they dressed and headed out into the night. Back in the warehouse I found Rick gathering up some things and stuffing them into his gym bag. He was back in his tights and ring jacket. I was just in a t-shirt and briefs. I walked up to Rick, and took the bag from his hands and put it down and then wrapped my arms around him, "You're crushing me," he said closing his eyes, "I love it..."

I was going to ask him how he coordinated tonight, where did the music come from, who ran the lights, did he have to pay Gus... but that could wait, I had other things on my mind.

We walked back over to the lounge chair, and stretched out on it and removed my underwear. Rick smiled and took his Speedos off, he was about to take the ring jacket off when I said, "Babe, keep that on, I kind of like it".

And then he straddled me, lowering himself down on my cock, his curse words reverberating through the empty warehouse that beautiful July night...