Play On Love (the homecoming)

1: Hospital

I got back to New Jersey from California on December 28th, 1977. As I suspected, it was cold, the threat of snow in the air, every one's breath exiting the airport was a white cloud that hung in the frigid air.

I took a taxi from the airport to the hospital, the entire way the cabbie played top forty radio. It seemed every song reminded me of what I had just left behind... as we drove past houses still decorated for the holidays, I felt my heart sinking. As the hospital came up in the distance, Jefferson Starship came on, Grace Slick's banshee wail of "Play on Love" issued forth from the hack's speaker system.

As the tail lights of the cab disappeared in the distance, I stood in the parking lot of Memorial Medical center with a duffel bag on my shoulder and a suitcase in my hand. I wore a denim jacket that did nothing to warm me from the bitter temperatures. I sighed and made my way to the front entrance.

Stark neon lighting washed over me as I made my way to the help desk where a tired looking woman looked up my father's room in the Rolodex. She pointed me down the hall and handed me a visitor's card and I carried my weight down the hallway until I got to room A12.

The first thing I saw as I entered the private room was my mother sitting next to the bed, she was sitting by my father who was hooked up to tubes and machines...and as I approached, Mom looked up and smiled and then out of the corner of my eye, I caught a familiar shape wearing a varsity letter jacket. It was Chris.

Mom was smiling brightly when she said, "He's going to be OK, after all, it was just a small attack, the doctor said he'll be up and around in no time". Dad looked up at me, pale, but healthy looking (all things considered) and said, "The prodigal has returned! How was sin city, son?"

So I sat on the bed and told my parents a lie about a fun filled vacation where I had hooked up with an old friend and pretty much spent most of my time being a tourist. Chris sat silently the entire time.

Mom patted Chris's hand when she said, "Chris was good enough to bring me here tonight when your brother's car broke down"...he looked at me and smiled gently and I smiled back...

I stayed for about an hour and then Chris suggested that he take us home so dad could rest. Mom deferred and said she was staying. I kissed her goodbye and kissed dad also. And then Chris and I left.

We walked silently until we got to the parking lot and he said, "How are you?" and before I could answer, he pushed me against a wall and kissed me roughly on the mouth. "Good Christ, I missed you", he said as he tossed my luggage in the back seat of his car. "You're spending the night at my place, my mother is out of town..."

And I got into his car, closed my eyes and let myself relax for the first time in hours as he drove.

2: Bedroom

Chris's bedroom was in the attic of his mother's home. It was large and the first thing you saw was the framed photo of the high-school's wrestling team on the wall over the bed. I studied that photo for a moment while Chris was throwing a couple of sandwiches together for us downstairs in the kitchen. I looked at the photo of Chris and the other members of the squad and suddenly all of the old feelings came flooding back. I'd been in love with him since the 10th grade and maybe he knew that, or at least suspected it. I suspected that he loved me...but sometimes it was hard for him to verbalize such things, being a jock and all that...and just then my eyes caught another photo of him, this was one of him on the football team...he looked so beautiful in that picture, his hair rather long, framing his classically handsome face, In spite of, or maybe because of, everything, I found myself getting aroused. I sat down on the weight bench next to the desk in the room and spied a piece of paper, I moved in close to see what it was and then I saw that it was my name written over and over...in Chris's handwriting.

I jumped when the radiator began banging bringing some much needed heat to the third floor of this drafty old house. Then I turned and saw through the bedroom window, the suburban street below glowing in all of it's holiday finery and I realized that I really was home.

Just before he came back in to the room, I made a silent prayer that we'd have sex tonight. I needed that now more than anything.

3: Sandwich

It was the best ham and cheese sandwich I'd ever had, I washed it down with a Dr. Pepper.

Chris wolfed his down and as the room began to warm up, he removed his sweat shirt as well as the t-shirt under it and for the first time in months I stared at his chest, which looked bigger and more muscular than I'd ever seen it.

He pulled me to him once more and kissed me again. This time it was gentle and friendly, and then he said, "So tell me everything" as he leaned against the barbell on the weight bench.

"Everything?" I asked sitting cross legged on his bed.

"Don't make me beat it out of you", he said smirking, "Come on, you disappear and don't tell anyone anything, and the next thing we hear you're in L.A. I mean, what did you do, make some stag films?" He laughed at his own joke.

"That's about the only thing I did not do". I said flatly.

His left eyebrow arched and he said softly, "Oh man, am I going to need a drink for this one?"

"You might want to make it a double", I said as I prepared to spill my guts.

And then I told him everything. Once or twice he interrupted me for clarification, but mostly he just remained silent as I told him my story.

4: Prelude

"Walt?" He asked incredulous, "Why Walt? Why did you use that name?"

"As in Disney" I replied, "I figured I was in the land of make-believe and..."

"Wow, it's almost to much to comprehend," and then he smiled, "But dude, I understand why someone would pay for that ass of yours, as well as your cock...Christ knows I've missed them."

And then he added, "You know out of the three of you, Andy and Stu and you, you've always been the primo fuck."

I smirked and said, "Oh yeah, how many times did you fuck Andy since I was gone?"

"Well what was I supposed to do?" He said, the color rising in his face, "First you go and shack up with Stu, and when that goes south, you head out to California and start selling your ass to the highest fucking bidder!"

He was genuinely mad now, and I was a bit scared, I had no idea what was coming next, but I continued anyway,

"Listen man," I said my voice rising, "I don't need your fucking shit, I don't need any one's fucking shit, I got a lot on my mind and the last fucking thing I need is you getting pissed off at me because you couldn't get your rocks off !"

He charged me then and fell on me, the first punch he threw hit me square in the gut and I fell to the floor until he yanked me up by my hair and hit me with a right hook in the jaw that sent me across the room where I landed sprawled out on the floor...as I rubbed my jaw he paced, his face flush, his chest heaving, his jeans snug revealing a hard-on. He said, "We were supposed to go to college together, we were supposed to move on, motherfucker, do you ever consider anyone but your own selfish self?!"

"What the fuck do I owe you?!" I exclaimed getting to my feet. "Are you going to come out of the closet? Are you going to admit who you are? Or am I going to have to keep playing the buddy of the jock to protect you?!"

I was feeling my own anger now, and in a foolhardy move, I shoved him across the room and he looked at me like a crazy man, but I held my ground and stared him down.

5: Fucked

He charged me again and we fell to the floor and wrestled, he out weighed me, and was much stronger than I, but I put up a fight and refused to be bested by him...and then I felt him tearing at my clothes...and I grabbed his crotch and gave his balls a squeeze and he howled in pain and gave me a sharp open-handed slap across the face that made me see stars...then I felt him drag me over to the bed, my clothes were being torn from my body and he was heaving and growling like an animal and I wanted him so bad at that moment.

When I was naked, he jumped off the bed for a second and took his pants off, his cock standing up straight and then he turned and grabbed the belt from his pants and before I knew it, he was beating my ass with the strap. I screamed and begged for him to stop, but that just made him go at it with more intensity, finally he stopped, and when I thought It was over, he took the belt and put it around my neck making a collar, and he yanked it taught, enough for me to breath, but barely, and yanked my head back and said, "Time to get fucked, you fucking slut!" And then he straddled my back, still holding on to the belt, riding me, and shoved his huge cock deep into my bruised ass.

I screamed out loud, and he shoved something in my mouth to muffle my cries.

Up and down he went, using me and through it all, the pain, the humiliation, the anger, I just wanted more...

...I just wanted more.

While he fucked me, he taunted me, he said, "Fucker, how is that? Huh, did your fucking Aaron fuck you like this? Did your fucking John's fuck you like this, you fucking bastard!"

Somehow I spit the old sock out of my mouth that he used to gag me and I screamed out, "NO! THIS IS WHAT I REALLY WANTED ALL ALONG!"

And then he let go of the belt which slipped off of my neck and fell to the floor and brought his powerful arms around the front of my chest and, while still inside of me, he lifted me up off of the bed and we stood in front of the window, where he continued fucking me. I braced myself against the frame and every time he rammed me, I cursed him out and told him that I hated him, and then I told him I loved him...I sounded like some psychotic sex fiend as I cursed him out all the while proclaiming my love for him.

He let go of my waist and found my nipples which he began pinching roughly, and the sharp pain was so intense that I thought I was going to pass out, and then he brought a hand up to my mouth and put his fingers in there, and I sucked on them and he said my name out loud once.

Just before he came, he pulled out of my ass, and shoved me back down on the floor and said, "Drink it!" I opened my mouth, while on my knees and he shot his red-hot cum onto my face, then he shoved his dick into my throat and when the second wave hit, his jizz filled my mouth and I took all of it, swallowing his angry, hot juice, and I looked up and saw his entire body tense, every well defined muscle looked to be as hard as stone and I felt like I was taking communion from some daemon. His hair, sweat drenched, covered his face and he looked down at me and spit on me and then shot one more load which I took with gratitude...

Although he seemed spent, he fell to his knees in front of me on the floor and with out a word, he began sucking my cock...I held his head firmly on my dick and he worked on it like a maniac and I began fucking his face and I turned my head to the window for a second and saw the Christmas lights reflecting in, making psychedelic patterns on the wall of the bedroom, and I threw my head back and said, "Ah shit" and blew a load into his mouth and while I shook in a violent extremely satisfying orgasm, Chris sucked harder and harder like he was trying to suck my very soul out of my body...I fell forward on top of him and we remained in this odd position for a few moments. The entire time, he never took his mouth off of my cock, even as it relaxed and fell flacid...

6:Bruised

Later on, we lay on the bed smoking a joint. We remained silent, bruised, sweaty, sated. Finally we finished the jay and he turned his head to me and said, "Sorry, I might have got a bit carried away, it's just that..."

"Just what?" I asked staring at the holiday light designs that glowed through the window.

"Ah Christ, you know, I love you, and it make me crazy", he said, his muscualr arm reaching across my torso.

"What do we do now?" I asked.

"Well, tomorrow we go see your dad at the hospital..."

"And after that, what do we do?"

"I don't know", he said, "Can we play it by ear?"

He pulled in close to me and held me and I closed my eyes and hoped for sleep, and just before I dropped off, I thought what indeed would happen next...but at that point I was too damn exhausted to think about anything else, and when sleep did come, it came heavy and dark, for a time, I did not have to think about a damn thing.

Lost In Babylon : the final chapter

1: In Praise of the Older Man

I sat on the bed of the middle aged man. He was almost sixty (or so he said), and I marveled over how handsome he was with his thick head of steel gray hair which he wore combed back neatly. I was actually aroused when he removed his shirt and revealed a very well developed chest with a fine coating of salt and pepper fur on it, and when I saw how nice and firm his ass appeared, my ageism melted while my cock grew straining the white briefs, which was the only article of clothing I was wearing.

His name was Mr. Harris and he was a realtor who sold some of the finest homes in Beverly Hills to some of the most important people in town.

While he undressed, he made polite talk with me, asking me about my past, friends, family. I answered him back as politely as he asked, though I could not help but steal gazes about the magnificent room I was in, with it's marble fireplace and rather Gothic furnishings; the bed alone was like something out of a movie, a four poster monolith with acres of pillows and luxurious sheets and blankets.

"Make yourself comfortable, Walt", he said now fully undressed, his cock standing straight up. Once again I marveled over this man's physique. He caught me staring at his body and he smiled brightly, his deep cultured voice (which sounded like Richard Burton's -- but without the British accent) boomed through the cavern like bedroom, "It's in the genes. My father is still alive, he's 91, my great grandfather died when he was 99. He looked twenty years younger when he passed," And then he assumed a boxers pose and told me that he was the golden gloves champ in 1948. Finally he paused and folded his arms and studied me for a minute and said,

"You remind me of an old buddy of mine...a fellow I served with in Korea...we, were.", he paused for a second searching for the word, "lovers. That's what they call it today, don't they? Of course back in 52, you never acknowledged anything like that, no sir, that would not only get you tossed out of the Army, it would have ruined your life," he paused again and sat next to me and gently stroked my hair, "Dear god, it's frightening how much you look like Nicky".

And then he leaned over and kissed me on the mouth. It was a deep, sensual kiss and I returned it to him and then put my arms around him. He held me and lay his head on my chest and I whispered to him, "Tell me about Nicky, what happened?"

He pulled back for a second, his face suddenly looking old and haggard and said, "He died right after the war. Hung himself. He could not handle it...being a homosexual."

I told him I was sorry and he said, "We were together for three beautiful years...after he died I left Kansas and came out here and through myself into work."

Then he kissed me again and we fell into that massive bed of his and we made love. Yes, that's what it was. This was not a normal fuck-for-pay scene, no, Mr. Harris was a gentle and generous lover, concerned with my pleasure as much as his own...that said we worked up a good sweat and frankly, I felt like I was with a young hale man...when he finally had his orgasm he held me tightly and said in that beautiful voice of his, "Nicky, dear god, Nicky..." and I held him until he became still and kissed him gently .

Somewhere, I felt my heart breaking in sympathy for this very wealthy, very lonely man.

When we were through, Mr. Harris asked me if I could stay a bit longer. I agreed, I had no pressing engagements.

We played an intense tennis match (he beat the pants off me) and later on, swam in his pool...all the while, he told me stories of his life, of his wife (who lived in another home a few miles away) of his two sons (also successful realtors). I learned how he hid behind the mask of heterosexuality and how he took his frustration over that by being a cut throat business man.

As the sun went down, we sat on the terrace and sipped some cocktails that his butler had brought out. Over cigarettes (which he produced from a small gold case) we talked some more and then he asked me if we could have "one more for the road".

This time we retired to his pool house, and stripped down quickly. I pushed him down on the small sofa in the room and began sucking on his cock while he held my head down. He called me his beautiful angel, and I looked up for a second from his dick and winked at him and then went back at it.

We switched around to a sixty-nine position and sucked each other off. I had not realized how big his member was until he began ramming my throat making me gag a few times. He paused and pulled off my cock for a second and teasingly said in his deep voice, "Come on son, can't you take this old man?" and he smacked my ass playfully and went back to going down on me...

He fucked me gently while I lay with my legs up and resting on his shoulders. He never took his eyes off me while banging me and when I reached up for his nipples and flicked them, he let out a loud sigh and shot his load ... when he was through, he kissed me and then said, "Now just relax and let daddy drive" and he proceeded to give me one of the best blow jobs I'd ever had.

Mr. Harris gave me three hundred dollars as well as his card, he jotted down, what he said, was his private number, and as he walked me out to my car, he gave me a peck on the cheek and said, "Thanks Walt, you brought Nicky back for the day".

I smiled and waved from the car and drove back to Burbank.

For some reason, I felt like crying.

2: A Phone Call From New Jersey

I got home and found Aaron pacing the living room. When he saw me enter, he ran up to me with a wild look and grabbed my arms and said, "Your mother has been calling here all afternoon".

I felt my heart sink, a phone call from home could not be good news.

"What did you tell her?" I asked.

"Well, I told her you were at work." And then he blurted out, "Your father's had a heart-attack, your mother told me that the doctor thinks he'll be alright but..."

Everything else was just white noise.

Somehow I called home and managed to stay composed while I talked to my brother who said that mom was at the hospital, he told me that I'd better get home quick. I called the hospital and got my mother. She said that dad was resting and then she began crying.

"Ma, I'll be home on the next flight".

I hung up the phone and saw Aaron standing in the doorway looking at me, his hair hung in his eyes as he said, "I have a connection at TWA, he's a client, I'll call him, he'll take care of everything...

Again, everything was just more white noise.

Things blurred...I made it down to the bank just before closing and cashed in my account. I had fifteen thousand in the account...when I got back to Aaron's I put two thousand on the sink in his bathroom, he deserved this...another call came, a limo was picking me up for a flight that was going to leave at 9:30. It was 6:30...I packed, Aaron helped me silently...and when we finished he said, "Will you come back?"

I said nothing.

He put his arms around me and softly said, "I'm so sorry, brother. But I love you, and don't want to lose you".

"Aaron, you know how I feel", I said putting my suitcase in the hallway, "but I don't know what's going to happen, I mean what if he dies?"

He took me in his arms and while I expected to collapse in tears and exhaustion, instead we tore at each other's clothes because, both of us knew, no matter what, we'd never see each other again...

3: The Final Fuck


He held me firm, pointing his enormous cock at my mouth, "Suck it!" he demanded and I opened my mouth and Aaron shoved himself in and I fell on to the floor and he fucked my face while I gagged and coughed, it didn't seem to matter to either of us, I just wanted to swallow his cock and just stay where I was on the hallway floor of that house in Burbank...and then he took his cock out and smacked my face with it and then shoved it back into my mouth and I sucked it until he began screaming my name, not Walt, but my real name, and then I tossed him off of me and grabbed him by his hair and shoved him down on my dick and pulled him on to it and he sucked with a greedy ferocity like he was lapping at a fountain after forty days in the desert...

I don't recall when, but we ended up in the bed room. Aaron mounted me while I lay on my belly and fucked me. Like always when he fucked me, he sent me to another place, and in spite of everything, I felt myself getting lost, as has cock went in deeper, harder and faster, I knew one thing, I was crying, just like the first time with him, he'd brought me to tears; and like the first time, these were not tears of pain, but of joy...yes, but they were mixed with tears of sadness, sadness for my father, sadness for this wild chapter of my life which was about to come to an end...

He tried, and he almost managed to fuck the sorrow out of me, he slapped my ass and revealed a manic, aggressive side that I'd never seen before...ah Christ but he rode me like a race horse that night and I needed it.

When he pulled out, he rolled over quickly and we were locked in an embrace, kissing each other and this time, I saw tears in his eyes and this made me love him even more. Then he said, "Bang me brother, hard, make me remember it!"

I went for his ass, and started by giving him a couple of good hard smacks, every time I did, he said, "More! Harder!" Then I spit on my hand and started finger fucking his ass, playing with his tight hole, stretching it and using him like a puppet, like he'd done to me on our first night together, and when I could take it no more, I shoved my cock in him and he cried out my name and I closed my eyes and I cried out also, only it was a howl that was borne of sadness and loss and lust and I shot my load up his ass and my entire body seized up in pleasure spasms and I kept howling and he kept calling out my name and finally, Aaron came and we continued on the bed, wallowing in our spilled seed, wet with sweat and cum and finally, for one last time, we kissed and it was the most bittersweet kiss I'd ever experienced.

4: Say Goodbye To Hollywood

I washed up and dressed and before I had time to say anything else to him, the limo was waiting. I grabbed the suitcase and turned, he was sitting on the bed naked, smoking a joint. I raised my hand and he flashed me the peace sign, his eyes still wet with tears.

I turned and dashed out the door.

Aaron's friend had arranged passage in first class.

When the jet took off, I closed my eyes and, like a film, I rewound the last few months in my mind...the gorillas, the movie star and his party, The Werewolf, The Game Show Host, The Photographer from Palm Springs, The back alley sex, The Barracuda, the dunes, the warm California Sun, Mr. Harris...Aaron, my dear sweet, Aaron...had it all really happened?

I opened my eyes, back to reality, back to New Jersey, back to 1977.

I wondered how my father was doing.

They announced that a film would be shown on our flight. The movie star whose house I had been in was starring in this film. I deferred the headphones and flicked through an old copy of Time Magazine and read a story about Jimmy Carter.

When they turned on the smoking sign, I reached into my pocket to grab a cigarette, something fell out ...an envelope that said "Walt" on it in Aaron's handwriting. I looked at the envelope and sighed and shoved it back in to my pocket.

I'd read his letter another day...

THE END

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The Next Morning

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hitting The Mats

After I had fashioned my basement into a playroom, I wanted to include a makeshift wrestling ring. Rick, as it turned out, was pretty good at drawing up blueprints as well as working with a band saw...so in the matter of about three weeks, we managed to quarter off part of the basement with an elevated squared-circle complete with turnbuckles.

Rick and I tested out the ring a few times; and not only did it stand up to body slams and suplexes, the mat itself was perfect for some post match action. Frankly, the sight of Rick in boots and a form fitting pair of tights always made me weak in the knees, so the little fucker actually won a few matches by default because I could not wait to rip his trunks off and fuck him. Shit, I'd let him pin me if it meant I could violate him later!

This one time, Andy, dropped by, he'd met Rick before, and they got along great, and I showed him the playroom. His eyes grew wide with anticipation when he saw the ring and he said, "So let's wrestle! Man it's been ages since I've hit the mats."

I decided that we might want a fourth, maybe get into to some tag-team action, so I phoned my fuck buddy, Van, who was always up for a little fun. Truth be told, it would be less a tag match and more a squash job if Van was involved. I filled in Andy and Rick on how we'd play this. Van was a hot guy, and he had a great body, but he liked to be manhandled. Rick was aware of this as the two of us had on more than one occasion had Van over for some three ways, and the third man out was always our bottom boy...he craved being used, and I understood why; you see, Van was currently running a social service agency and was in charge of everything. Nothing got past him, and he ran that place with such finesse that he'd already been cited by the Governor for several awards... he was a take-charge guy in all aspects of his highly regarded work life: but when it came to carnal matters, he liked someone else to do the driving, and that was cool in my book.

Before Van had even arrived, Andy and Rick were already in the ring going at it. Good god, watching these two studs go at it kept my cock at full fucking staff. While Andy was stronger, Rick had youth and stamina on his side. Still, the guys were pretty evenly matched, and while they kept switching headlocks on each other, I noticed that they both sported hardons.

When they fell to the mat, they each tried to dry hump the other's ass. I found myself stoking my own cock when Andy got Rick in a choke hold and reached down into his tights and began squeezing his nuts. Rick cursed him out, and then shocked both me and his opponent by breaking free of the hold and reversing the situation by straddling Andy in a school boy pin and rubbing his crotch on his face...that's when I jumped into the ring and broke them up...they both tried to put up a fight but I manged to pin them both down and told them to save something for the main event...what the fuck, I could have screwed them both right there and have been happy. Nonetheless I subdued them with a double choke hold until they both cried, "Uncle" and then I broke the hold and helped them up. That's when I heard the doorbell ringing upstairs.

Van was wearing a tight pair of jeans and an old sweatshirt with his college's name emblazoned on it. I let him in and we paused in the living room. He looked slightly apprehensive, so I decided to break the ice by grabbing his crotch and pushing him up against the living room wall and said, "Glad you could make it brother, you ready for some fun". I watched as a smile crept across his handsome face, and felt his cock swell through his pants. I held him against the wall for a moment more and then smiled back as I squeezed his bulge, "That's what I'm talkin' bout" I said letting him go and showing him to the basement.


Van and I wasted no time getting into it. We entered the ring and locked up wearing jeans and t-shirts. It did not take long for me to overpower him, and I guess I was sort of hoping he'd put up a struggle, but he really didn't. I pinned him flat in seconds and then gave him a playful, but sharp smack on his ass...I then motioned Andy and Rick over and said, "Strip him down boys!"

Immediately, they both attacked Van, tearing at his clothes while I stood in the center of the ring watching. Van feigned that he was putting up a fight, but he was digging it. When his shirt was discarded, revealing a well muscled chest with pumped up pecs and rock hard nipples, Andy wasted no time pinning his arms behind his back, while Rick undid his jeans. He was wearing a blindingly white pair of tights that accentuated his firm hot ass, as well as his bulge.

Now I stripped down. I wore black wrestling briefs and had black leather wrist guards and a pair of well worn boots that Chris have given me years ago. Then I stood on the lip of the ring and watched the action...

...Andy with his well toned, compact body. His broad shoulders and well developed physique a testament to his New York lifestyle, his hair cut in a conservative manner...a far cry from the skinny hippie kid I knew back in high school...

... Rick tall and lean, with what they used to call a "swimmers build", his bubble butt encased in those form fitting tights, also black, his reddish/brown hair, which he had let grow out, gave him the look of boyish bohemian...

... Van, built like me. Tall, husky, a nice carpet of light fur on his chest, a head full of dirty blond, curly hair, a slight beard that gave him a lion-like appearance...and that ass of his, the one poured into those tight white shorts...I could not wait to make him submit and fuck him...

The boys were still double teaming Van, they had him down on the mat, Andy was choking him with his legs, while Rick was scissoring his chest with his legs ... I could see Van was sporting a major woody while taking the punishment like a man, and that really turned me on.

They continued, Andy being the one who was really going to leave Van hurting come tomorrow morning...at one point he actually lifted him off the mat and into the air(some feat considering that Van must have outweighed him by at least fifty pounds), and then dropped him flat before leaping onto him, crashing his left knee into Van's gut. Of course, this did not surprise me as Andy (like me) learned from the best...hell, Chris had turned us all into pseudo pro wrestlers... nonetheless, I was glad to see Rick manage to get Van into a figure four and actually make him plead for mercy; I leaned over the top rope and high fived my guy for that...then I tagged in.

Rick and Andy left Van crumpled on the mat at my feet. As they climbed outside to wait on the lip of the ring, I reached down and lifted Van up by the back of his trunks and said, "OK pal, fun's just begun" and I flipped him to face me and got my arms around him and put him in a bear hug. He threw his head back and gasped for air... I could hear Andy and Rick howling from the sidelines in approval. I shifted his weight again, and crushed him even harder, bringing my arms around as tight as I could until I felt him go limp and fall onto me like a puppet...his cock being the only part of him that seemed alert and ready for action.

I let go of home, and he fell to the mat. I then reached down and lifted him back up by his hair, and quickly got him into a side-headlock. I applied as much pressure as I could, my bicep crushing the side of his head...I walked him around the ring and taunted him, all the while grinding his head with my arm. Letting go of him for a minute, he looked around, dazed, his face flushed red, and then I locked both of his arms in mine from the back and shoved him over to my boys.

Rick to the opportunity to give him a quick chop to the chest, while Andy, who was barefoot, brought his left heel up and connected with Van's groin; he doubled over in pain, falling into the ropes and this set Rick and Andy into motion as they began pummeling him with cheap shots...I held Van secure and then pulled his head back again, at which point, Rick grabbed his nipples and gave them a quick tweak followed by a double punch to his meaty pecs...then I let him go and tagged in Rick who flipped across the rope with the grace of Jimmy Snauka and began bouncing around Van, throwing punches and slaps until he finally tripped up the big guy. Rick dove on-top of him now and threw an iron claw deep into Van's stomach causing him to howl in pain.

I stood on the lip and causally draped my arm around Andy, the both of us sweaty and charged, and my old buddy said, "That boy of yours is something else, man. He sure likes to mix it up!" I nodded and smiled and Andy put his arm around my shoulder and we stood there cheering on the tough little red-head who was putting a world of hurt on his opponent.

When Rick tagged in Andy, Van was treated to a host of leg splits, and hammer-locks...finally, Andy scoped him up and following my lead, put him in a bear hug. It was hot watching the little muscular stud, crush the bigger beefier guy...my cock was so hard now, it actually hurt, I cheered on my buddy and Rick yelled out, "Fuck him up, man!" Van threw his head back again in pain and pleaded for mercy, but Andy was not giving in, "You like it, bitch, don't ya?" he taunted through gritted teeth, and then Van yelled, no actually he screamed, "I GIVE! I CAN'T TAKE ANY MORE!" ... so Andy tightened the hold and made it last for at least twenty more seconds until he finally let go of Van, who fell to the mat like a sack of potatoes.

Andy stood on-top of his victim and flexed once for Rick and I, and we cheered him on... and then we joined him in the ring and started kicking at Van, we asked him if wanted a rematch, Rick pulled me aside, his eyes filled with an almost an malevolent look of glee and said, "One more time, daddy, I want to hear him beg, one more time..." So I yanked Van up and once more put him into another bear hug, crushing him in my arms; Rick laughed, a dark deep chuckle and while I was punishing the beaten bottom boy, I noted that his cock was still as hard as a rock. Finally he submitted again, and again, he was dropped to the mat... and in a matter of seconds the three of us had our tights off, and were standing around the fallen stroking our cocks planning our next move...

**********

I was first, I made myself comfortable, resting my back against the mat's turnbuckle and lifted Van's head by yanking him up by his hair...there were no words as he opened his mouth and went down on my throbbing cock. He sucked me in that familiar desperate way of his...I know this may sound funny, in light of what we just put him through, but I really liked Van, he was a great guy, and these games we played with him were something he dug, and I wanted him to be happy and I wanted to share this brotherhood with him, I knew he liked being used and he liked being roughed-up, and it was cool, it was all consensual, and there were no complaints...

that said...

...as he sucked me off, Rick slipped on a condom and started fucking his ass. Andy was on his knees next to Rick urging him to go deeper, when he kissed Rick , I almost shot my load into Van's mouth, it was that fucking hot...my best buddy and my lover making out; I shoved my cock deeper into Van's mouth and he sucked me off with a wild abandon... a few minutes later, we shifted, Now Andy was getting head from Van while Rick continued fucking Van's ass. I moved behind my lover and the sight of his beautiful ass going up and down was more than I could take, so I slipped into him and we chain fucked...I looked up and my eyes met Andy, and he winked at me and the three of us pumped and fucked at Van until we switched off again...

...now we had Van on his back and I was deep in him, pounding him for all I was worth. Rick crouched down over his face and leaned in and played with my tits while I fucked. I heard him tell Van to "Eat me out, bitch", and I watched as Rick's face morphed into a million faces of pleasure...I leaned forward and kissed my lover and then Andy was at my side and I kissed him, and then Rick kissed Andy and then the three of us exchanging saliva and I pulled out and gave Andy a go at Van's ass..."Oh what a tight hole!" he exclaimed as he began fucking him like a rabid bunny, and while that happened I took Rick in my arms and kissed him passionately and he lay down next to Van while I fucked him, and Andy looked over and watched me fucking Rick and I looked over at him fucking Van and we leaned into each other and kissed and it was just as passionate as it would have been ten years earlier...he still was my best buddy and I loved him, like I loved Rick and like I loved Van...and so we continued...

...and finally we stood over him, the three of us and we jerked off and we came and shot loads and loads of seed all over Van. I can still recall the three of us almost collapsing onto Van's prone body when our orgasm's shook us...and as we were coming, we touched at each other with our free hands, we needed that connection, that touch that electric feeling that we shared ... like brothers, lovers and who knows what all?

When we were done, Andy and Rick were starting to head out of the ring, and I stopped them. I took them aside and whispered to them both and they nodded their heads...

... I gently helped Van up and noting that his cock was still rock hard, I told him to stand up.

Andy knelt down in front of him and said, "Thanks brother" and then started sucking him off. Van through his head back and moaned in pleasure while Rick and I fondled his ass and played with his tits... he shook and moaned while Andy blew him and I whispered in his ear, "Go with it, brother, come in his mouth, make him swallow your cum"... and Van let out a roar, shooting a monster load that Andy tried to swallow, though most of it rolled down his chin and onto his chest...he collapsed into our arms and Rick and I helped him out of the ring.

Later on the four of us crowded into my shower and we washed each other off, we used soap and warm water and kisses and the four of us held each other in that shower and no words were said then... or later...

...when we all crowded into my bed and rested...

...and before I drifted off, I gave Rick a kiss and he smiled sleepily at me, and the last thing I saw that night was his goofy grin as I drifted off into a dark, dreamless sleep...

Winter Idyl

The so-called, Spring semester of 1983, at the college Chris and I attended, had to be one of the coldest and snowiest on record. It seemed to snow every other day from mid January to early April that year. I stayed warm by spending hours in the school library boning up on psychology and sociology textbooks for the various classes I was taking; as well as spending untold hours in the arms of my roommate and lover, Chris.

Being as this was the early 80's, and that our college was situated in a rather blue-collar town, we were discreet. This was long before the days of gay and lesbian campus groups, so it made sense to keep up appearances and play down what one did behind closed doors.

Inasmuch as we had a private dorm room though, we fucked our way through the several years we attended that school. Most of the friends I had on campus had no idea what was going on with my "best buddy"; what helped was Chris's athleticism -- he played on almost every team and was considered quite a catch by most of the women on campus. While he never pledged a fraternity, he was popular with the BMOC's, and so, by default, was I.

All things considered, it was a good time back then.

As I've mentioned before , sex between Chris and I was often a rather brutal affair. We were very physical and flirted with a relationship that did have some S & M overtones to it. At the time, I really didn't know what to call it. I just knew that I liked it, and I liked him, and he liked me, and couple of bruises that resulted in four star orgasms were OK in my book.

But sometimes, on occasion, love making could be slow and sensual. I treasured those rare instances when we kissed rather than punched each other while in the throes of passion...

This one time, as we were walking across campus, late at night after coming back from a party, Chris put his arm around me and pulled me in close to him. It was snowing and the sky had that weird orange glow to it that one sees in late winter evenings. I might have flinched at his display of public affection, but we seemed to be the only ones crossing the back of the soccer field that led to our dorm house (the ancient structure we had dubbed, "Munster hall"), nonetheless I said, "What are you doing, someone might see."

"Screw 'em", he replied as he pulled me closer keeping up with my stride.

I dug that he was not worrying about anything, and I loved his arm around me as we walked. I stole a glimpse of his handsome face, which was going all ruddy because of the cold night air. His eyes glanced out from under the ski cap he had on hiding his mop of unruly curly hair; when he saw me looking at him, he winked and grinned, his teeth offsetting the ever present five-o-clock-shadow that highlighted the bottom of his face... and just then, he pulled me to him and planted a soft, sweet kiss on my lips which I returned. Our tongues met and he moaned and chuckled as we sloppily Frenched, snow flakes falling on our faces...

Back at the dorm, we tossed off our coats and slowly began to undress each other. When we were both down to t-shirts and jeans, we unzipped and our cocks flopped out... and then we approached each other and drew into an embrace and kissed; this time it was a slow, burning kiss, the kind that in-and-of-itself was almost as good as a blow job...we mashed up against each other, I reached behind and pushed his denim clad ass to me while my cock pushed up and met his; we were dick to dick... he moved his hands under my t-shirt and went straight for my nipples and I kissed him even harder, and then his left hand slid out of my shirt to my back to my pants, and I felt him caress my ass. We stopped kissing for a second and just held each other. The only sound was that of our hurried breathing and the occasional muffled sound of a car or truck driving over the packed snow outside. I turned to the huge, curtain-less window and saw our ghost reflection in the frosted glass, and then I turned back and looked at his handsome face and once more we kissed.

Moments later we were on the floor, our clothing strewn about and discarded. Sideways I faced his cock and he faced mine and then we began sucking each off, sixty nine style. His mouth was so hot and he sucked my dick so perfectly, and I went down on him and took his rather large appendage in my own mouth and swallowed him and worked on his cock until I heard him moan in pleasure and felt his hips begin to grind...then he moved to his back and I got on top of him fucking his face while I continued on his cock...he brought his hands up and began to play with my asshole all the while. Every time he touched at my crack I'd shiver with new pleasures and I'd try and go down deeper on his dick.

We switched positions again and now lay face to face, pillows and blankets yanked from the bed served to protect us from the cold wood flooring. Belly to belly, cock to cock, we made out and explored each others bodies. I massaged his stone hard thighs, while he gently played his fingers up and down my chest... then we made our way to our feet and continued kissing until I came up behind him and began rubbing his broad shoulders, my cock nicking at his ass-crack and then I embraced him from behind and grabbed at his pecs and lifted him up slowly while he began stroking his cock and he let out a bear-like growl of approval, and once more I caught our reflection in the window... I let my cock slip into him and he said, "OK, give it to me, baby".

He hunched down over an easy chair and I began fucking him. His asshole tight, the only lube being my precum, and I closed my eyes and for some strange reason I found myself thinking about Aaron and my sordid life in California from some six years before...he shoved his ass up and back making me go all the way in and brought me out of my reverie and I was focused again, and I began humping him like a bunny while he moaned his approval ... then he said, "Don't come yet" and I pulled out, my body shaking while I came back from the edge. He gently pushed me back down to the floor and said, "I want you to come while I'm inside you".

I assumed the position on all fours. Chris spat on my ass a few times and fingered my eager opening and then slowly he entered me. For some reason, his dick felt particularly huge tonight and I let go a deep moan of pain as he went deeper and deeper...Just then, some one in one of the other dorm room began playing music, it was something by Missing Persons, it echoed from down the hall and served as the perfect soundtrack to this winter night's love making...for the umpteenth time I looked over at the window and saw our ghosts, Chris's curly hair flopping, his hips slamming into me with a rhythmic intelligence, his belly almost concave, his abs rippling in the diffused light from the parking lot lamps; then I let out a moan of animal-like pleasure as he reached under my thighs and grabbed my cock with his right hand and began jerking it; with each push of his thighs against my ass, with each sliver of pain from the fucking, he'd work my dick and I was shaking like an epileptic sex maniac.

It went like this for almost another ten minutes, Chris fucking me, taking me to the edge of an orgasm and then slowing down until finally, neither of us could take it anymore and we both climaxed...he let out a loud groan and then said, "Fuck, I'm gonna' come!" and I had no time to say anything as the first spasm of pleasure enveloped my being and I shot my load onto the floor and felt Chris's jizz shooting into me and he fell on top of my back now, his breathing rushed and heavy and I felt his body jerking and I felt him kissing me up and down my back as he jerked the juice from my dick and we fell flat and he stayed inside of me, still rock hard and the music from the other dorm room continued. It was Stevie Nicks singing, If Anyone Fell in Love, and I glanced at the window and this time, all I saw was the snow which was now coming down much faster...

**********

Later on we took a long hot shower together. We washed each other gently with soap and water and soon found ourselves locked in another embrace, our cocks rigid again and ready for more ... he leaned me forward and tongue fucked my ass in the shower and that made me shoot another load, and then I got down on my knees and sucked him off to another climax...

Finally, when we were done in the bathroom he gave me one more kiss and went back into the main room. I remained in the bathroom to brush my teeth and when I walked back into the main room, there he was on the sofa, still naked and he said, "Get over here and fuck me." And I smiled and turned out the bathroom light and as I approached him, I glanced over and saw his reflection in the dorm room window...

Lost in Babylon (part 5)

1: The Werewolf of Topanga Canyon

I'd met him at the Movie-star's house on that fateful night; the same night I'd met Aaron. His name was Lucas Steele and he was one of those behind the scenes guys, he worked for a large movie studio as a script consultant...he explained it to me this way, he said, "They give me crappy movie scripts and I punch them up, make them, or at least I try to make them, better."

He was telling me this while I was lying next to him in his bed in his rather rustic home in Topanga canyon.

"Look, " he said reaching for a pile of scripts that sat on the bedside table, "Here's an example. Do you think anyone is going to want to see a movie about a race car driver?" He handed me a dog-eared script and I remember marveling over how all the pages were held together by staples, like a rather large book report a high-school student might turn in for a senior year assignment. I paged through it and noticed the coffee stains and the amount of notations made in the columns in red ink...

"Nope, no one, but if fucking Burt Reynolds says he wants to make a movie about a race car driver, the studio drops a million and there you go. Now it's up to me to salvage this fucking piece of garbage and give it some sense of coherence".

Late afternoon sunlight lit his handsome face. Natural blond highlights ran through his thick head of hair, his beard was dark, as dark as his intense eyes. His body was carpeted with a fine rug of fur...he looked like a werewolf.

He continued talking as I put the script down on the floor next to the bed and said to him, "Mr. Steele, you seem tense, can I help you?", and then i let my hand fall to his cock which I gently stroked.

He smiled and his teeth were white and blinding (come to think of it, everyone in Hollywood had impossibly bright smiles), "Right you are...so uh, would you mind sucking my cock?"

His request was so polite, it really made him more endearing.

I went down on him and sucked him off to an orgasm. I let him come in my mouth and swallowed him.

Later on, after I had used his bathroom to clean up, he met me in his living room and offered me a cup of coffee. I accepted and sat on the sofa. On the coffee table was a fifty dollar bill, "That's for you, Walt. Thanks, I really needed a little roll." I smiled and wondered why a handsome, successful guy like this had to pay for it. And as I shoved the money into my pocket he said, "Listen, If you ever get tired of hustling, well I could...that is, I would love to hire you exclusively as a sort of personal assistant. You could live here with me, I have a guest room and a pool", he paused and I saw that he was actually blushing and once more I found him endearing, and then he continued, "and if not, well that's cool also."

I got up from the sofa and said goodbye and I was heading for the door he added one more thing, "Oh and Walt, even if you don't take me up on my offer; at least get out of this racket you're in...you seem to have a brain. Maybe you can make something of yourself..."

The whole ride back to Burbank in Aaron's VW Beetle, the werewolf's words echoed in my head. Truth be told, his advice was the most intelligent I'd heard anyone say since I got here...so of course, I paid it no heed.

2: Fucking The Days Away For Pay
Time seemed to be flying away in California...every day there were more parties to attend, or private engagements, and of course street hustling...I was getting damned good at it...my cock would rise for anyone at any time provided money was involved. Like the time this woman picked me up (a first!) on Sunset Blvd. and asked if I would come home with her, she offered me 150.00 if I would fuck her husband while she watched. That was, by far, the kinkiest thing anyone ever asked me to do. I agreed and when we pulled into the drive way of her swanky home in Bel Air she said, "Promise one thing", as she handed me a wad of cash, "Promise me that you'll make him scream in pain...that's all I ask". I figured we had some kind of marriage melt down going on here, or a humiliation scene. Whatever, when I walked into the bed room and saw her fat sack of a husband, I closed my eyes, thought of the money and fucked him until he, begged, actually begged, me for mercy; and all the while, his wife sat silently on a chair across the room smoking cigarettes. When we were done, and she was driving me back to Sunset she gave me another fifty and said, "That was just what he needed"... And then there was the time we went back to the Movie-Star's mansion up on Mulholland and, just like before, Aaron and I were summoned to his bedroom, and just like before there was some guy on his knees giving the Movie-Star head; but this time, I recognized the guy blowing him, it was that beautiful young actor who specialized in playing sensitive young men...The Movie Star had us double fuck the beautiful young actor while he jerked off on his bed. This time, though Aaron and I both got off and the beautiful young actor, later on, asked for our phone numbers...

3: Aaron the Anchor
The only sex I was still enjoying was with Aaron. We'd get it on at least twice a day, and every time it was great...what sealed it, was that Aaron and I had fallen for each other in a big way. I mean, we were crazy in love and I think it scared the both of us to some extent. But more often than not, we acted as stabilizing forces in each other's lives. Anchors in reality so that we'd not drift to far off into a sea of insanity.

For this short, but wild time, I found myself happy, in love, and financially secure. Not a bad deal for a 19 year old punk . I never wanted 1977 to end!

4: The Palm Springs Fuck Fest

It was the first Saturday in December when Aaron and I were invited to a house in Palm Springs. It seemed that this businessman from the East Coast had rented a home in the dessert and wanted to fill it with horny young men for the weekend. According to what we were told, the client was just going to watch and maybe take some pictures as we fucked around and had total run of his rented palace. Aaron told me that we were all going to be paid two hundred a piece, as well as have free food and drink for the entire weekend.

It was maybe ten degree's warmer in Palm Springs so it felt like late summer when we arrived on Saturday morning. The house was a sprawling rancher that was surrounded by a high wrought iron gate on all sides. The parking lot was filled with cars in various stages of disrepair, it was obvious that whomever was inside were not A-list celebrities.

The businessman, a jowly fifty-something-year-old, greeted us at the front door. He wore Bermuda shorts, a Hawaiian shirt, while around his neck, a Yashica MG 1 camera hung. He shook our hands and said, "Make yourself at home boys, come on in and meet the others"... Once inside we saw many familiar faces; most of the hustlers that I'd met at the first party at the Movie-Star's house were there. A few guys I did not know, but it was all good as I gazed upon the pretty young men...already there was some action going on as a couple of guys were fucking each other by the fireplace and blow-jobs were being given by a a redhead with a peace sign tattooed on his left pec...but most of the others were standing around talking, the smell of marijuana heavy in the air and the golden desert sun illuminating everyone and everything streamed in through the open windows. This was sexual paradise.

Aaron and I took everything but our briefs off. We both wore virginal white BVD's, fresh from the package this morning, and then folded our shirts and jeans and put them on a bureau by the front door. As we made our way through the guest, back slaps and salutations were shouted. A cute little blond came our way and offered us a toke of a joint he was smoking. The kid looked to be about fifteen with his doe eyes and flawless skin. He wasn't wearing anything and I caught site of his cock which looked to be the size of a small long range missile, later on Aaron told me that the kid was known as, "The Tripod" because of the size of his member. I was shocked to find out that he was actually twenty seven!

Feeling mellow and aroused after the joint, we joined a couple of guys who were fucking. It's funny how you do what's expected of you when your are sexing for bucks; everyone knew this was just a show and that we were all just playing a part. Anyway, Aaron sidled up to me and said, "Ready to earn some money?" I nodded my head and followed his lead...the fuckers were near the fireplace, the tall one with the smirk on his face was robotically banging the darker one, the one who seemed stoned and slightly removed from it all. Aaron stood behind the fucker and began feeling up his ass he motioned me over and we both began massaging the top guy's bony butt. Just then the businessman showed up and said, "Don't mind me fellows, just have at it", and he began shooting pictures. Somewhere, in the deepest recess of my brain, I heard a voice say, Wouldn't it be funny if these pictures show up someday and your family sees them...I shook my head and focused on the task at hand, and got in front of the guy who was being fucked. Releasing my cock from my briefs I unceremoniously shoved my dick into his mouth and he began sucking me off. Meanwhile, Aaron pulled the robot fucker away from his quest and took over, seriously pounding the bottom boy. Soon we were surrounded by the others but I just kept looking over at Aaron who would smile and wink at me while we went at it...all the while the sound of a camera clicked away...

Later on I found myself on the sofa while this guy named, Elliot, was kneeling in front of me sucking my cock...he was good and I found myself enjoying it...directly across from me, Aaron was being serviced by another guy, again we made eye contact and again he smiled and winked my anchor...and then I heard the camera clicking again.

Led Zeppelin's Cashmere was playing in the house, while a group of us had made our way to the deck outside. Blankets were spread and Aaron and I joined three other guys who were making out . We shared a joint first and then fell into each other's arms...the pot and the heat had my head swimming and my cock so hard I thought it might burst. The arms, legs, and chests of the others were dripping with sweat. Someone was fingering my asshole while someone else was kissing me... I went with it ... then Aaron was in front of me, his cock in my face, I began sucking it while someone came up from behind and began pinching my nipples...then we all shifted and I was flat on my back while the guys were all feeling me up, their fingers, in unison, worming into my tight ass...I kept stroking my cock while they manhandled me. I turned and saw Aaron, his head of blond hair tousled from the desert wind, his biceps bulging while playing with my ass...one of them leaned down and bit my left nipple...I might have had seven or eight fingers in me when I shot my load straight up...one of the guys rubbed some of my semen on to his chest and we shifted again, and two guys began fucking while the rest of us knelt in front of them, working our cocks and then Aaron leaned over and kissed me and I surprised myself by shooting again, and that seemed to set off a chain reaction of cum until all of us were spent and collapsed on top of each other in a pile. And when I finally turned I saw the businessman with his camera clicking away.

And it went on like this for the entire weekend...you'd fuck, get off, wash up, eat something or drink something, maybe take a nap, then take a shower and start all over again...the businessman and his camera never far behind.

So on Sunday night as we were getting ready to leave, Aaron told me to call the businessman over and ask for our pay. He said he wanted me to distract him for at least ten minutes, but he would not tell me why.

I found him in the kitchen, for the first time in days, his camera was not around his neck, and I told him we were leaving. He smiled and handed me an envelope and then turned back to the sink and I said, "Well, I wanted to thank you for a good time." He smiled again, and in the kitchen, under the neon light, I saw how homely he really was, but I stayed cool, "Why not let me give you a blow job, no charge". The man flushed red and said, "Really?"

I got into his space and moved him until his back was to the refrigerator and he giggled like a school girl as I reached for his crotch...

Just then Aaron popped his head into the kitchen and yelled out, "Walt, come on man, let's get a move on!"

I pretended to be disappointed and said, "Sorry, man maybe next time..." and ran from the kitchen.

In the car, I noticed that Aaron had a towel under his arm that was plainly concealing something. He threw me the keys and said, "Floor it dude!"

We pulled over an hour later and he showed me what was wrapped up in the towel. It was the businessman's camera and about ten rolls of film. We got out of the car and tossed the film cartridges into a ditch just off the highway and then smashed the camera and tossed it into the ditch. We stood for a moment taking in the bare landscape watching the sun go down, and Aaron turned to me and smiled and said, "Well, do you want our pictures showing up in a porn rag?" I laughed good and long and then we headed back to the car...

END PART 5

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Milk Mail/F.A.Q.

Thanks for the fan mail guys (and several gals). I wanted to take this time to answer a few questions from those who are enjoying these sordid tales of my past.


Q: Why, "The Milkman's Baby?"
A: People of a certain age will recall the old joke about 'The Milkman's Baby' - as it turns out, I am the punchline of that old joke.

Q: What is the basic chronology of these stories?
A: They start in 1976 when I was fresh out of high school. 1977 was the Summer I lived with Stu, as well as the late fall and early winter of my time in L.A. 78 through 80 were a kind of free time when I was trying to "find myself". 80 to 84 were my college years (when I spent most of my time with Chris), and after college, a bit more exploration until I met Rick in 1986.

Q: Are all of these stories true?
A: With the exception of one tale I have weaved here, all of these are true stories.

Q: What was it like to be a gay man in the late 70's?
A: It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. Frankly, you needed to be much more discrete than gays and lesbians are today. However, there were major burgeoning gay communities that were blossoming in the larger cities; but if you lived in the suburbs, or small towns, you did best to keep a low profile or pretend that you were straight.

Q: Do you still keep in touch with Andy, Stu and Chris?
A: I have not seen Stu since 1990 - he sends an Xmas card every year and an occasional e-mail. Chris is remarried and I have not seen him since his first wedding. I see Andy often. He is doing well.

Q: Have you ever told Andy, Stu or Chris about this blog?
A: Andy has seen the blog and he likes it. He has told me that he has toyed with the idea of creating a similar sexual electronic memoir, but so far he has not (and that's a shame, because he is the most gifted writer I've ever read). Stu and Chris, to the best of my knowledge, know nothing about this blog.

Q: What ever happened to Rick?
A: We are still together -- twenty years this summer! And yes, he's read the blog.

Q: Why do the pictures that represent Rick bear a startling resemblance to Topher Grace?
A: Because Rick looked like (and still resembles) Topher.

Q: In the Lost in Babylon series you make mention of a certain movie-star. Are you talking about Paul Newman?
A: Maybe. Maybe not.

Q: Did you really turn tricks in Los Angeles?
A: Sadly, this is very true. In retrospect I realise how foolhardy my actions were. But I was very young and very horny. I DO NOT condone anyone taking up that profession lest he or she has a strong spirit and stomach. And even then, I'd strongly urge another path.

Q: With all of your sexual escapades how did you not contract HIV?
A: Dumb fucking luck.

Q: What's up with all the wrestling?
A: Stu, Andy, Chris and I always got together to wrestle as a prelude to sex. It was something that the four of us found really hot (as a form of foreplay), this carried on and has been a fetish of mine since.

Q: Did you and Chris really have an S&M relationship?
A: Our relationship was one fucked up affair. There was a lot of anger, I suspect, on both our parts and so sex was often a very physical and violent affair -- but I do want to stress, it was consensual on both our parts!

Q: Actually, your grammar and writing style is very poor...
A: Sorry about that chief, read something else then; I never claimed to be Faulkner!

Q: The pictures used to illustrate your porn are cool. How do you do make them?
A: Free Internet porn and Paint Shop Pro!