The Fuck Party

The guy named Mike was on his knees in front of me , his head bobbing up and down as he worked on my straining cock. I could feel his five-o-clock-shadow-of-a-beard scraping at my inner thigh while he sucked, it felt real good so I let him know by thrusting my hips up some making him gag. A couple of the other guys who were standing around the sofa laughed . Rick, who was sitting next to me , reached over and pushed Mike's head back down on my cock and Mike went back to what he was doing. Then Rick leaned over and kissed me; then I saw, out of the corner of my eye, that one of those long-haired dudes was sitting on the floor stroking my lover's cock. I watched as a thick slow stream of pre-cum drizzled out of Rick's cock head onto the long haired guy's fist...

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It was late November of 1986, actually the night before Thanksgiving, when Rick and I went to our first group sex event ... well, actually, it was his first time, not mine; but my sexy redhead was an adventurous lover, and willing to try almost anything.

The party was being held at a buddy's house, a guy I knew named Keith. We'd had fucked around some a few years back, and had remained friends. Keith was a cool guy, tall and sexy and he loved a good orgy. More than all of that, he was a smart guy. Times being what they were, condoms and honesty were a must if you wanted to be invited to one of Keith's gang-bangs.

It was a very cold as we walked the few feet from the car to Keith's front door. Rick wore a well-worn pair of 501's that beautifully accentuated his ass and his basket. I could not keep my eyes off of him tonight. As we got to the front door, I put my arm around him and pulled him next to me. And then I rang the bell.

Keith answered the door, his handsome face beaming a smile. His eyes lit up when he saw me and gave me a welcome hug and then he turned and laid eyes on Rick and said, "Boy Howdy, is this your wild man from Colorado?" I laughed as Rick blushed and then he added, "Damn, he looks just like that guy from TV, what is his name? Yeah, Michael J Fox!"

As we entered the living room we saw a collection of guys milling about, most of them sipping on drinks or smoking cigarettes. I pulled Rick to the make-shift bar and we helped ourselves to a couple of beers.

"Wild man?" Rick said under his breath, "What have you told him?"

"Relax, Alex P. Keaton, " I said as I watched Keith latch and lock his front door and then draw the curtains and dim the living room lights, "Fun's about to begin".

He grabbed my crotch and gave me a peck on the cheek and said, "You are the hottest guy in this room"... before I could respond, these two shaggy headed dudes came over to the bar, they were shirtless, maybe 18 or 19 years old a blond and brunette. The dark haired one said, "Keith said you guys are together," I nodded my head and then he said, "can me and my bud give you guys a blow job".

I turned to Rick and saw that he already had his cock freed from his button fly jeans...

I watched as Rick slowly fed his big cock to the cute young blond...he leaned up against the bar and sighed and while this was going on, the dark haired one was fumbling with my jeans, and when he got my cock out, I gasped as he attached himself to my dick and started sucking me off enthusiastically...I heard myself groan and then I put my arm around Rick who turned and kissed me, we bussed deeply as the two little long hairs went at us...it was then that I noticed that other couplings were occurring in Keith's living room and for a second I was put in mind of that party in Palm Springs with Aaron a hundred years ago...

As I was being sucked off, my eyes locked with a guy across the room. He was kind of hairy, with a five-o-clock shadow, he was standing in front of another guy who was on his knees rubbing his cock on the guy's face. I could hear him; "Come on, suck it, you know you want it", his voice was husky and cocky. He stared right back at me and winked and then turned his attention to the guy on his knees and said, "Open wide, bitch!"

Then I heard Rick gasp and turned and saw him throw his head back, he was swaying on his feet while the blond continued at his cock; Rick pulled the kid into him and said, "Shit, Damn!" I smiled as I watched him have his orgasm, and then I pulled the dark haired kid from my cock and thanked him (was that protocol, I wondered). I pulled my shirt off and threw it over the bar and then turned my attention back to Rick who was trying to button up his jeans even though his cock was still at half mast, the blond dude was smiling wiping his lips...in another room I heard music playing, something pounding from Bob Seger I think...Rick was covered in sweat, his red hair plastered to his head. I helped him off with his shirt and I noticed his nipples were rock hard. "Wow," he said gasping for breath, "Guess I needed to blow a load more than I thought".

We walked over to the bathroom and Rick went in to wash up. I stood by the door and waited for him and then glanced over and saw Keith in the bedroom, he was fucking some guy on the bed. The voyeur in me enjoyed the show as I watched Keith throw a wild pounding into the sexy black guy who had an ass that looked like it was carved from dark marble. They made a most beautiful sight, Keith the blond Nordic stud and his partner a muscled Nubian with cornrows...I was as hard as a rock and felt my cock dripping getting my jeans moist...the radio was now playing some psychedelic piece from the 60's, I think it was Donovan...then Rick came out of the bathroom and I pointed to the show in the bedroom. We stood watching them for a minute and then made our way back into the living room.

We found a group of guys surrounding Mike. He loved the attention, it was clear as he taunted the guy in front of him with his cock while the other guys watched stroking there own members. I figured that Mike needed his ass fucked but good...just then this adorable guy with the bluest eyes I'd ever seen came up to us and said, "Hi, I'm Kurt", we both introduced ourselves to him and shared a beer with him and then Kurt said, "So would you guys like to fuck me?"

Ten minutes later, Rick and I were taking turns at Kurt's tight little butt. The guy was a trooper and he loved getting fucked. I went at him first and said to Rick, "Let me break him in for you, dude"...the radio began playing something from REM... After I slipped on a condom and lubed up my cock, I shoved deep into Kurt and he shocked me by pushing himself in closer to me, I didn't figure this kid to be a power bottom, but when he said, "Come on man, harder, harder!" I knew my work was cut out for me. Finally, I found my rhythm and gave him a ride that he'd not soon forget, damn but he felt good and while I was fucking him, Rick was at my side, his hands going from his own cock to my chest and back again. I winked at him and said, "Want some?", and then pulled out and let my lover go for it. Rick slipped on a rubber and said, "Sloppy seconds" and laughed and rammed Kurt for all he was worth.

I sat back for a moment watching Rick fuck him. His ass would tense up and relax over and over as he fucked. I'd never seen Rick from this vantage point before, so I was all kinds of horny for my bro now, I put on another condom and shoved my cock up his ass and then the two of us chain fucked Kurt. Rick's own ass as tight as ever, his head falling back on me and he started whispering my name over and over like some kind of mantra and I whispered back how much I loved him...and the radio in the other room started playing something from Boston; More than a Feeling...I climaxed rather quickly slamming in to Rick, my body seized by pleasure and just then I felt Rick do the same until the two of us fell onto the back of Kurt...we both breathed heavy and I said, "Hey Kurt, you OK, dude?" And the blue eyed bottom boy let out a squeal as he shot his load all over the carpet.

Rick and I were now sprawled on the floor by the sofa with Kurt and the three of shared a joint and a bottle of wine that was being passed around. Meanwhile, around us men flayed about, bodies akimbo, moans and groans of pleasure, salty language peppering everything like some exotic spice...the radio was playing George Harrison's All Things Must Pass... and then Keith joined us. He flopped down next to me on the floor, he smelled like he'd just washed up as he was heavy with the scent of soap. He was wearing a pair of black briefs. "Enjoying yourself?" he asked.

"As always", I said. And then I added, "Who cleans this place up for you after these little affairs?"

"Dude, I have the greatest maid service in the world", he was serious. Then he changed the subject saying, "Hey I saw that the working boys were giving you and Michael J head, how were they?"

Working boys. I could not believe it. The two shaggy headed guys, a couple of hustlers ... needless to say, I flash-backed on my West Coast misadventures for a bit...

"I picked them up in Philly, gave them a couple of hundred bucks to spice things up..."

I smiled, but something inside me was off. Just then I saw Mike was fucking the dark haired one, smacking his ass and saying out loud, "Nice ass, slut!"

I gave Keith a quick peck on the cheek and said, "Great party, man", and then got up and made my way over to Mike and the hustler...

I don't exactly know what I thought I was going to do, but I knew that these two hustlers deserved better, I knew that this could have been me and Aaron back in '77 ...

"Hey Mike", I said coming up behind him. He turned and glanced and said, "Hold on man, this bitch is hot, you'll get your turn". Then I yanked him off of the dark haired guy and said, "You know, I've been watching you, you think you're the fucking alpha male, don't ya?" He looked at me blankly and then said, "What is your problem, dude?"

I pointed to my cock and said, "My problem is that you need to shut the fuck up and suck on my cock like a good little bitch!" And with that I yanked him down by his hair to my crotch, gave him a good smack across the face and said, "Come on bitch, get at it!" He said, "But", and then flushed red and the next thing I knew was going down on me. I pulled the dark haired guy over next to me and said, "OK, now suck him off", and Mike obediently went down on the hustler...

Then we brought him over to the sofa and I said, "Suck me off, bitch!"

The guy named Mike was on his knees in front of me , his head bobbing up and down as he worked on my straining cock. I could feel his five-o-clock-shadow-of-a-beard scraping at my inner thigh while he sucked, it felt real good so I let him know by thrusting my hips up some making him gag. A couple of the other guys who were standing around the sofa laughed . Rick, who was sitting next to me , reached over and pushed Mike's head back down on my cock and Mike went back to what he was doing. Then Rick leaned over and kissed me; then I saw, out of the corner of my eye, that one of those long-haired dudes was sitting on the floor stroking my lover's cock. I watched as a thick slow stream of pre-cum drizzled out of Rick's cock head onto the long haired guy's fist.

So Mike sucked me off to a climax and then worked his way down. Rick was next and then Keith and then the other party guests...one by one, the cocky big mouth put his big mouth to good use. He finished up sucking off the two hustlers, they both shot their loads all over his face to a round of applause... Later on, we formed a circle jerk and Mike was covered in a river of jizz...fucking bastard loved every minute of it.


As we were driving home that night, Rick said, "Well that was a pretty intense night."

I said nothing.

"What was that thing with you and that guy Mike? I thought you were going to start a fight with him or something."

Then I took a deep breath and said, "Rick, I have to tell you something about my past..."

And as we drove through the night a light snow fell and I told Rick about L.A. and Aaron and he listened quietly and the snow kept falling...

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Truck Fuck Buddies

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Bad Mood, Good Sex

He was holding my legs up straight while he pounded my ass with his cock...the hot summer sun beat down on the both of us and we were drenched in sweat...his body glistened, his muscles bulging and popping with every frenzied move he made...every now and again he'd curse me out and spit on me, and then he, somehow, found a way to fuck me even harder, with even more intensity than before...

It was late Summer 1982, just a few weeks before the semester was to begin and Chris had decided that he wanted to go to the beach for the day, to his Uncle's place. It sounded like a good idea as it was a weekday, and we'd avoid any crowds so I joined him in his dilapidated cargo truck that he insisted on driving all though it was prone to overheat at the most inopportune moments.

The first hour or so were uneventful as we cruised the back roads to the Jersey shore. A cassette tape of John Cougar played in heavy rotation and all was right with the world.

Somewhere, in the middle of nowhere, every idiot light on the panel of the truck lit up wildly like a Christmas tree. I noticed it before he did and was just about to say something when the engine seized up and then died.

He pulled the emergency brake and we came to a screeching halt, just like in the movies.

Standing on the side of the road, we popped the truck's hood and a veil of steam rose into the sky followed by a loud hissing noise.

"Looks like it overheated again.", I said flatly.

"Ya think?" he said still staring into the engine.

We pushed the truck out of the road and over to a clearing in the woods and waited.

He began pacing back and forth like an angry bull, "Fucking piece of shit truck", he growled.

"Come on man," I said, "Chill out, we'll wait an hour, and pour in some water from the jug in the back and then get on our way, just like we've done all of those other times."

"Hey! When I want your opinion I'll ask for it!" He yelled.

"Fuck you!" I yelled back.

He charged me slamming my body into the side of the truck and started wailing on me with his fists. A couple of blows to the chest was all I needed and I got him good with a left hook to the jaw that sent him reeling back towards the road.

He stood stock still rubbing at the bottom of his jaw and smirked, "Aw, you are asking for it" he said glowering at me.

Then he shoved me down to my knees and took his cock out of his pants. I turned my head away for a second and told him to go fuck himself and he gave me a sharp open handed slap across the face that made me see stars...and the next thing I knew, his cock was in my mouth and I was sucking away, secretly digging this little mini-psycho-drama that had occurred.


While I gave him head, I let my hands go up and down his well muscled legs, enjoying how they felt as he swayed in rhythm while he fucked my face. At one point he made me gag, when he shoved himself all the way in, and he threw his head back and laughed and said in that deep voice of his, "Too much for you, boy?" I pulled away and said, "This tiny thing, are you kidding?" and that little bit of smart alecky talk bought me another slap across the face...so I went back to his cock and gave him a blow-job that made him moan and growl like a mad-man.

I knew he was about to come because I could feel him tensing up, and I wanted him to not forget this experience, so when he started to shoot his load, I reached up and gave his balls a rather tight squeeze...I heard him gasp in pain and he shoved me away while he fell with his back to the truck, his cum spurting every where.

He looked over at me and with out a word, grabbed me up by my hair and pulled me over to the back of the truck and said, "Now, your'e going to get it!". In moments he had my pants off of me and had wrestled me down while his hands poked at my asshole...I tried to fight back, but I could not budge him; and then with out the benefit of any kind of lube, he shoved his cock into me and I let out a yowl that was probably heard three counties away. When I looked up, and saw his handsome face just inches from my own, it was strangely serene and then he smirked again, and pushed in once more, and once more I let go with a yell... Finally, he pulled out and spit on his cock a few times, and then he went right back at it...He was holding my legs up straight while he pounded my ass with his cock...the hot summer sun beat down on the both of us and we were drenched in sweat...his body glistened, his muscles bulging and popping with every frenzied move he made...every now and again he'd curse me out and spit on me, and then he, somehow, found a way to fuck me even harder, with even more intensity then before...

I found myself begging; not for him to stop, for more, I was so digging this, I loved when he went all alpha-male on me...he started laughing in that deep sexy way of his and he said, "Oh baby, you make me crazy", and with that the fucking began in earnest...I braced myself the best I could in the open air back of that truck, the smell of my man's sweat mixing with the earthy odors of the woods combined like some sort of musky incense that I breathed in deeply...now he was banging me so hard that the entire truck was bouncing up and down. The both of us breathing heavily and gasping, both our bodies drenched in coital perspiration...he seemed to engulf me, his muscular frame threatening to crush my very being...when he got down close I began biting his neck and he growled his approval, and then he planted his mouth over mine and kissed me with a savage brilliance that made my head spin until he pulled away for a second and once more cursed me out ...

When he pulled out of my ass, he sat on my chest so that all that I could see was his god-like-being blocking out the storybook blue sky...

"Grab my tits - hard!" He commanded, and I did as I was told, yanking and pinching his rock hard nipples while he jerked his cock up and down like a jack hammer just in front of my face...his sweat continued pouring off of him all over me and his hair was glistening also and he he did look like a god, like Zeus maybe or some other fallen Idol from eons ago, and once more I pulled savagely at his tits...

...once more he tensed up, every muscle in his athletic body defined to the nth degree and he grimaced and bit down and let go with obscene words that filled the gentle summer air and when he came, his juice shot up like fireworks, exploding falling down on my chest, my face, and my hair until eventually I was covered in his spunk.

When he was done, he sat up and pushed the hair from his eyes, he reached down and scooped some of his jizz from my chest and brought it to my lips ... I lapped it up from his fingers, it's salty flavor stinging my tounge...

...and then he looked up for a second and them smiled down at me and said, "Ready?"

I nodded my head as he opened his mouth and went down on my cock...

The First Time I Fell

It was late in 1976 the first time I ever fell in love.

I had three buddies, and we'd been sharing sexual escapades for some time. When your 18 and horny, and have friends who feel the same way, you are sated; but soon, something else comes into play, a yearning for something beyond getting your rocks off.

Out of the three of them, Stu was the one, I was closest with. While I marveled over Chris and his alpha-male ways, and Andy with his adorable, almost unquenchable enthusiasm and optimism; Stu was the one that somehow managed to tug at my heart strings. From those early days when we used to make-out in his parent's basement, I was obsessed with him.

He had the heart of a poet, the angular face of an angel, and the libido of a porn-star. The total package in my book.

So when he told me that he loved me, you could have knocked me over with a feather...

We were driving home from a movie, cruising with the windows down, it was an unseasonably warm November night, the moon was full and it seemed to be keeping up with the car. As I maneuvered my old Dodge Charger towards town, Stu said, "Hey turn down Backstage Road."

I knew what that meant.

Backstage road, was a rarely used county lane that ran into the thick of the woods. It was the premier spot for people who wanted to do anything far from prying eyes.

Before to long, we were parked, the car set back from the road near a cluster of tall pine trees.

The car was big enough for the both of us to recline in the back seat. The front seats folded forward giving us ample leg room. He lay with his head in the crook of my arm, sucking on a joint. I looked down at his heavily lidded eyes, his blue/black hair that seemed to catch the moon's rays. Man, that fucking moonlight was really doing a number on me.

Handing me the joint he said softly, "This is great...I could die here. Right here and now, that's how perfect this is." And then he sat up and kissed me gently , pausing so that his tongue could trace the outline of my lips...I felt little bursts of pleasure with each lick...and then he kissed my chin...worked his way down to my chest, unbuttoning my shirt he handed me the joint which I took while he began kissing and licking at my chest. When he found my left nipple, he bit down on it lightly making me gasp, which caused me to cough because my lungs were full of the illicit smoke.

He looked up at me and chuckled and took the joint from me, grabbed one more quick hit and flicked it out the window and the returned his attention to my chest.

Now he was on the right nipple, biting it, sucking it, making me squirm in anticipatory pleasure.

Slowly he continued, his head going down further until he got to my crotch. I lifted his head, and quickly undid my jeans, shoving them down to my knees and with that he began licking my cock. Again I gasped as i felt his hot breath on my member...as he licked at it, his hands came up to my tits again and he began working on them in earnest while I threw my head back and for a fleeting second, my eyes were filled with moonlight...and then he went down on me.

He kept his lips around the head of my dick while his tongue danced circles around it, a whirling dervish of pleasure unleashed itself and as good as it was, it was also maddening, and I moaned and sighed and said his name softly, and when I uttered it, as if on cue, he swallowed me and his head began bobbing up and down. All the while, he kept pinching my nipples...I felt like I was going to be driven insane by all of this and just then he stopped and looked up at me, his eyes catching the moonlight and then he said...

"I love you".

Before I could react, he went back to my cock, only this time while he sucked me, he wormed one of his hands under my ass and began finger fucking me.

"Ah, you fucker", I said out loud and again, he paused and chuckled and then went back to my throbbing cock. I was in an ecstatic state by now .

A few minutes later he stopped and crawled on top of me, we kissed long and hard, and in between the kisses he said, very softly, "I meant what I said."

That's when I said, "Let's get out of the car".

Taking a blanket from the trunk, we made our way deeper into the woods until we hit a spot next to some trees and after we unfurled the sheet on the ground below us we drew into each other's arms. We kissed in an unbridled fashion, this was real, we kissed like lovers, not like horny teenagers, this was real, every inch of my body seemed alive and alert as Stu's hands worked up and down my chest...yes, this was real.

In spite of the time of year, we tossed our shirts aside and then peeled our jeans off and did the same with them.

Then we stood in the moonlight facing each other, he looked so alluring, almost otherworldly as he stood in nothing but a pair of white briefs. His hair flowing in the soft breeze, the muted light of the evening sky reflecting off his skin ... and then he said, "You are so beautiful."

Again, I could have been knocked over with a feather.

Oddly enough, instead of embracing like lovers, we playfully charged each other and began wrestling around on the blanket...but this wasn't the brutal power-play stuff that Chris had taught us, no, this was something much more rollicking; as we became entangled we both were laughing, enjoying the feeling of each other's body.

Eventually we found ourselves locked face to face, arms tightly entwined and the jocular wrestling soon became serious sex.

His mouth found mine and soon we were attached, making out, while never undoing our arms. We rolled back and forth as our tongues slammed and slurped at each other...meanwhile, our cocks grew solid causing the underwear that we were both sill wearing to tent obscenely...

I rolled onto my back while Stu mounted my chest, he let his cock out of his briefs and caught the precum that was dripping from his piss-slit and gently rubbed it onto my nipples. I looked up at him, his sinewy body so lithe, his eyes still catching the moon light, his thick sensuous lips slightly parted...and then he pinched my nipples and white hot bolts of pleasure shot through my body...and with that he let go and slipped his crotch up to my mouth where I willingly took his cock.

Supporting himself in a push up position, he went up and down, fucking my face, and all the while he muttered how good this was, and how good it felt. I let my free hand go down to my briefs and fondled my own cock while blowing him.

When he pulled out of my mouth, he rolled off of me and got on his back, resting his head on his arms which he folded back behind himself. I gazed down at him and then started kissing his thighs, and every time I did this, he'd shudder slightly. When I got to his underwear, I pryed them down revealing a thick dark patch of pubic hair. I lowered my self to his fur and it smelled like him, but even more so. It worked on my like an aphrodisiac, filling me with desire...I started licking at his balls. Finally I got to his impressive cock and took it in my mouth. I deep-throated him, tasting him, wanting him to blow his load into me.

While I sucked him off, he continued moaning and muttering until his voice seemed at one with this oddly temperate November night.

When he got on his knees and offered me his ass, I told him to stand up and moved him over to a tree where he supported himself, hands pressed up against the mighty oak. I spit on my cock and rubbed the head against his asshole, meanwhile he slowly moved his beautiful butt taunting me, "Want some? Come on, come and get it".

I slipped into him and his taunts ended as he yelled out, "Damn!" and then he chuckled again...as I fucked him, I brought my hands under him to his chest and began pinching his tits, he started pushing his ass closer to me, meeting my thrusts. Every now and again he'd turn and look at me, and his face looked so gorgeous in the silver and red moon shine, and I wanted him so bad, so I fucked him harder and at one point I grabbed him by his hair and pulled him back until he stood up straight and he turned his head and we kissed sloppily...

We switched off, and now I was at the tree while Stu was deep inside of me, his member like some kind of snake pulsating in my very being. He did like I had done earlier and found my nipples and began twisting and pinching them; my own cock was spitting venom now; precum sprayed on the dead leaves below and I said his name out loud...

He pulled out of me and we went back to the blanket. We faced each other while on our knees, we held each other with our free arms and jerked off, and just before we came, we fell into each other and kissed...and as his tongue found mine, I shot an electrifying load that sent my entire being into a state of pure bliss and then I could feel his jizz shooting onto my chest and we pulled in even closer; the both of us draining our cocks until each other was covered in the other;s cum.

Then we fell to the blanket, and we laughed.

It was a laughter borne of relief and realization. We both knew that something between us was now out in the open.

And it felt good to acknowledge it.

We lay on the blanket for some time, the both of us watching the moon overhead. Somewhere an owl screeched in the night and I pulled him closer.

Strangely, the night felt even warmer than it had earlier...

Play On Love (the homecoming II)

1: Jerked

I woke up at around seven the next morning. Chris was curled up in an almost fetal position, blankets wrapped around him protectively. I got up and found a robe hanging from the back of the door, and put it on. It was clean, but still, it smelled of him; that slightly sweet musky odor.

I went to the window and saw that at least a foot of snow had fallen the night before. The sky was steel-gray promising more.

I walked to the hallway and found the phone on a small table and called the hospital and spoke with my mother, then I called my parent's house and woke my brother up. He and his wife were going home to Philadelphia in the afternoon since dad seemed OK.

I hung up and jumped out of my skin when I felt the hand on my shoulder.

"How is he?" Chris asked sleepily.

"Fine", I said, "They said he will be discharged by New Year's Eve".

"That's tomorrow," He yawned.

"Yeah," I said, "Can we go back to bed?"

He went to use the bathroom and then climbed back into bed with me. Neither of us said a word as we snuggled together, our cocks both firm, rubbing up against each other. We humped each other, holding each other tighter, and tighter. Then we moved apart, threw the sheets back and lay on our backs and jerked off, never taking our eyes off of each other...and when we came, we shot our morning loads onto our own chests and then just lay breathing heavily.

I got up first to take a shower.

2: Then

We walked to the little luncheonette on the corner of the street where Chris lived. Nothing said South Jersey like this little dump. The smell of greasy food mingled with cigarette smoke.

I ordered eggs and bacon and Chris and I smoked and shared the morning paper. I lingered over a story about a bomb that had exploded at the Iran-America Institute in some place called Tehran.

When our breakfast came, I marveled over how good it all tasted. Even the coffee which was as dark as mud.

After we ate, we walked back to Chris's and took his car to the hospital. I wore his Football jacket because I did not have a coat. I also wore a pair of his gloves. The fit was surprisingly perfect.

On the car ride I asked him what he had been up to. He told me that he was working part time at a local factory doing stock work. The entire place was closed for the holidays. He went on to say that he worked so he could afford the tuition to the community college, and if he pulled in decent enough grades there , he was a shoe in for an athletic scholarship to the state university.

I asked him how much he needed for the county college, and when he told me, I began to hatch a plot.

3: Snowing

At the hospital the doctor told us that Dad was very lucky and that with the right medication and diet, he'd be fine and could expect to live a long time. I hugged Mom when he told us this and Dad beamed up from his bed, the tubes now removed from his nose, he looked a lot like his old self...we made arrangements to bring him home the next morning.

Chris drove Mom home so that she could shower and change and get some sleep, she said that she was getting a ride back later from a friend of hers. I told her I would be staying with Chris and to call me if she needed anything. Before we left she gave Chris a peck on his cheek and said, "Thanks for everything, you're a good kid".

Driving back to Chris's the snow started again. It was beautiful. I loved how it changed this blue-collar town into a sugar frosted wonderland.

We smoked a bowl of hash on the ride and I heard that song on the radio again, Grace Slick wailing, "Play on Love".

"Now, let me get something straight", he said parking the bowl in the car's ashtray," He's not really your father, right?"

"Right, technically he's my step-father, though he did officially adopt me when he married my mother".

Chris grinned, "That's right, you're the milkman's baby!"

"Something like that", I said giving him a nudge, and we both laughed.

Back at Chris's house, we found a note on the kitchen table from his mother, she was staying at her sister's for the holiday and would be back on the second.

Chris turned to me and said, "How about we throw a little New Year's Eve party tomorrow?"

"Sounds like a plan", I replied smiling and continued hatching my plot silently.

4: Fucked

He was wearing a jock strap, his cock almost standing straight ahead causing the strap to jut forth...I knelt before him and took the encased member in my mouth while he held my head. His hips swayed and I could feel his ass cheeks contract and harden as he humped my mouth as I kept my hands planted firmly on his butt...then he pulled out of my mouth and rubbed his jock encased dick all over my face. Gently, he lifted me to my feet and we kissed passionately. I let my hands go up and down his well muscled arms. He was like a marble statue, but much warmer.

Then he went down on his knees and started slurping at my cock, his tongue darting all over my prick sending spikes of pleasure all over my body. I found myself shivering in pleasure as he pulled me closer and swallowed me...

Later on he had me lay flat on the weight bench and raised my legs, he said, "Ready?", his voice deep and strong. I smiled and he winked at me as he slipped his member out of the jockstrap and spit on his cock. Slowly he pushed into me and I watched his handsome face grow serene with pleasure, his hair hanging in his face, his dark eyes boring into my soul...I reached up and felt his arms again, those muscular arms, and held on to them as he went in deeper and then began fucking me in earnest. I began to groan and he said, "Take it, take it, take it." So I took it, and in spite of the searing pain of his massive girth, my own cock was swelling and pre-cum was dripping onto my belly.

He leaned down and kissed me, while his cock was in to the hilt and I reached around his back and pulled him in closer and he laughed softly and whispered in a cracked voice, "Oh man, I'm gonna cream your guts", and I felt his jizz shoot into me, I looked up and saw his nipples get harder and his body tense up, he grimaced, his eyes rolled up in to the back of his head and then he fell forward again and bit me on the chest, leaving a huge red hickey just above my right nipple.

I stayed on my back as he sat on my cock, facing me, I watched his face screw up and he yelled out, "Oh that big fucking cock!!" as he bounced up and down and brought me to an orgasm that was so intense I actually was not expecting it. I screamed his name out and he pushed his butt down as my cum shot up into him...and he arched his back and I pushed him up with my thighs lifting his athletic frame up as I shot my last stream deep into him...

5: Plot

"Fifteen thousand dollars? You made fifteen thousand dollars in two months?", he asked as we stripped the bed of this morning's linens and took new ones out of the closet. I nodded my head and said, "You have to remember, most of that money was made because we had some high rolling clients and..." I stopped and said, "Because these men had a lot of money to throw around."

After we finished, I grabbed my suitcase and lay it on the bed and opened it. I pulled a black t-shirt out which was at the bottom and said to him, "Come here, look", and he sidled up to me and watched as I unfolded the shirt to reveal a manila envelope in it. I undid the envelope and dropped the money all over the bed.

"Take three thousand", I said, and use it for community college. We can both take some classes over the next couple of years, and once you have your GPA up to snuff, you and me, we move on to State. Together."

"Together?" he asked looking at the money and then me.

"Together", I affirmed and then added, "Just give me some time, I am not going back to California, I got all of that out of my system (I was lying, I'd never get it out of my system, but I knew in my heart-of-heart, I could never go back to that life, or to Aaron), but I need a bit more time, a few more years to find myself. I want to explore my life a bit more, but I swear, I want you in my life, and I will find my way back to you." I paused and looked him square in the eye, "As soon as you say it is time, I am off to State with you, I swear it."

We sealed the deal with a kiss as I handed him the three thousand.

Then I put the money, minus a hundred, back in the envelope and shoved it back in my suitcase. I flashed the bill at him and said, "Come on bruiser, we have to get some goodies for that party tomorrow night."

6: Party

The party was a big success, I saw friends I had not seen since high-school. It was wonderful and refershing to see these people again. At one point, as I made my way through the crowd, I could not believe we had managed to get this many people into the small Cape-Cod living room.

The stereo was blaring something from Pink Floyd and I was talking to a girl I knew, Jeanie, she was one of my best friends in 11th grade and she was telling me all about her time at Philadelphia college of art and as we gabbed I turned for a second and saw Stu come in from the front door. I excused myself and made my way through the throng to him.

He shook my hand and said, "Welcome home." He looked even more beautiful than the last time I saw him, and before we said anything else, he pulled me back outside to the porch and said, "Look, I'm sorry things did not work out...I mean, I'm sorry about Mitch."

I shivered in the cold night air and said, "So how is he?"

He rolled his eyes and said, "Damn bastard ripped me off...I swear, he took my art supplies and stereo one day when I was not home and he fucking left!"

"Serves you right", and then I snickered, "But he did have one tight little ass, didn't he?" And we both laughed and he added, "And look at what that cost me!"

He put his hand on my shoulder and said, "So are we ok? I mean, I always figured that you and Chris were going to end up togehter, but I mean, are we cool...friends and all that..." he smiled that sleepy, sensual smile of his and I nodded my head.

"We cool, bitch".

We laughed again and went back to the party.

Later on Andy showed up, god love him, and when he saw me, he plowed through the crowd and gave me a big hug and said, "Hollywood! You've come back". I smacked him on his ass and then wondered if anyone saw it...probably not, the party goeres were all pretty stoned by then.

We made our way to the laundry room and we talked for a bit. He told me about college and then said, "You know Chris really missed you." I nodded my head, "Of course that didn't stop him from fucking me every chance he got!" We laughed and it was honest. And I said, "No sweat" and, away from prying eyes, we gave each other a rather sloppy kiss and another hug and then put our average-american-suburban-teens-masks back on and made our way back to the party.

At midnight, everyone gathered on the lawn, shouting and yelling, banging pots and pans...a couple of Chris's buddies from the football team(the lunk-heads is what he called them) were shooting off fireworks...it was bedlam, it was New Years Eve. As I stood with the revelars, Jeanie came up and shocked me by giving me a wet kiss and she said, her voice somewhat slurred, "Sorry, I've been meaning to do that since the first day I met you". I smiled and watched as she made her way back into the crowd. Then I heard someone call my name. I turned and saw Chris by the driveway and followed him to the yard where he pulled me into his arms and shoved me behind the yard fence. We kissed long and hard and when we were done he said, "Happy New Year." And just then, fireworks, for real, started sparking the night sky. Chris turned and said, "What the fuck are those lunk-heads up to?", and made his way to the front yard. I waited a beat and then follwed him.

7: 1978

I figured it would happen, and it did. After everyone else had left, Andy and Stu remanied at the house. The four of us busted our asses cleaning the mess up and when we were through, Chris said, "Well boys, this is like old times."

The four of us looked around at each other and a psychic sexual bond seemed reformed.

We bounded up the steps and made our way to Chris's bedroom, the four of us crowding the small bed, and in a matter of minutes, we were naked and engulfed in each other's arms and as cocks were sucked and asses fucked and kisses exchanged, 1978 crept in, and all was right with the world.

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...