Fathers and Sons

For a mind numbing moment I found myself like this: my arms restrained behind my back by Elliot, the hunky 19 year old jock's huge cock was rubbing up against the crack of my ass, his breath coming heavy as he bit at my ear ... in front of me, Don, his wolf-like face intense as he reached forward and started tweaking at my nipples, twisting them and pulling on them while his thick cock dripped honey all over my own ... next to me, Rick was fondling my ass cheeks, his hands sliding all over my ass. I watched as he leaned forward to kiss Don, and then back to plant one on Elliot... I closed my eyes and gave in to the overwhelming sensations of pleasure that assaulted me from all sides, and when he released me, the next thing I knew, I was wrapped up in the muscular arms of Elliot, and we kissed an energetic, sloppy kiss while the hands of Don and Rick played over our bodies ... We both moaned in unison until we were pried apart.

1: The Coach's Story
Rick was away in Ohio visiting his family, so when I got a call from Don Rockman inviting me over for a drink, I told him I was coming stag. He said that was OK, because Elliot, his boyfriend, was working, and he had the entire afternoon to himself.

Don's place was an impressive home in a rather swanky town in Southern New Jersey. I was duly impressed not only by the Victorian abode, but by the BMW that sat in the driveway.

He greeted me at the door, wearing a button down shirt that was open to the waist and a pair of khakis that showed his impressive bulge. We shook hands as he said in his deep, masculine voice, "Glad you could make it."

Over a couple of glasses of scotch, Don and I sat in his living room and shot the breeze. I could not help but notice that his taste in furnishings was a lot like him. Simple, non-fussy, but ultimately very comfortable and inviting. The dark wood that paneled the walls and the plush leather chairs and sofas seemed like an extension of the man himself.

He asked me a lot of questions about myself, and I had to admit that it was kind of fun watching his jaw drop as I told him about my lost weekend in Los Angeles .

"You hustled?" he said, his eyes wide, "Come on, you're pulling my leg!"

"God as my witness", I said as I sipped the scotch.

He really seemed interested in my relationship with Chris. And he nodded his head when I was through telling him about that saying, "I guess he toughened you up."

"To say the least", I replied.

And then he said, "But, and I'm not passing any judgments here, but that whole relationship sounds like it was pretty dysfunctional. I mean I like to play rough, but sounds like Chris had some issues."

"I guess he did. I guess we both did.", I sighed and then added, "But it was what it was. You can't un-ring a bell".

And then it was his turn, and for about an hour, I sat silent as Don told me his story ... his upbringing in Maine, his distant father and mother, his first homosexual experience in college, a failed marriage, a narrow escape from being drafted to Vietnam, the many friends and lovers he lost to AIDS, his career as a physical education teacher ... I was spellbound by his tale. He was almost twenty years older than me, and it seemed he came of age in a whole other world.

When he was through he poured another glass of scotch for himself and offered me one and then elaborated on teaching, "I loved teaching, especially gym class. Not just for the reasons you might think, it made me feel good to watch my kids achieve goals that they thought they never could. I coached boys football, wrestling and even helped with girl's lacrosse," he paused smiling, "I think any girl who joins the lacrosse team is pretty much a lesbian in training!"

We both laughed and then he continued, "I guess it was around 1988 when I first laid eyes on Ell. Even in 11th grade, he was a strapping kid. As a rule, I never become fascinated with any of my students - what was the point? They were just kids, and the last thing any of them needed was their dirty old gym coach coming onto them. But man, I gotta' tell ya' I could not get that kid out of my head. I coached him in Football for two years running, and it was during the final game of his senior year, about fifteen minutes left in the game, he came up to me on the sideline, just before he was about get into a huddle and said, real quick, in my ear, If we win this game, I want you to fuck me coach!" He paused and looked at me and I asked, "So what happened?"

"We won the game", and afterwards I called him into my office and pretty much read him the riot act. The poor kid looked so damn dejected. But what was I supposed to do? He was only 17 and he was a student of mine."

"Well, you did the right thing", I offered.

And then he said, "But Ell was persistent. Right on up to graduation, he was constantly giving me the eye. And yet, I held fast. And then, a few months later, after graduation, at this bar over in Cherry Hill - I'm with a few of my buddies having a beer, and he walks in," he paused now shaking his head and chuckled, "Damn stud walks right up to me and hands me his driver's license and says 'I am no longer your student, and I am legal in this state. Then he hands me his phone number and..."

"The rest is history", I finished.

"Something like that.", he chuckled again and went on, "Man when I took him home it was like fucking a wild stallion. I broke his cherry - so to speak - I'm surprised the neighbors didn't hear, Ell made a lot of ruckus that first night."

"He looks like an enthusiastic guy", I said smirking.

This time Don let out a roar of laughter and said, "Enthusiastic is putting it mildly, he's a fucking wild boy! Of course, you know how it is with the younger guys, gotta' keep in line sometime."

"Break 'em in", I said absently.

"That's right, a firm hand and some discipline turns a boy into a man.", he said without a hint of irony.

"And it makes for a hell of a great fuck", I added.

Don smiled at me and said, "You're a funny guy, but you know what I mean. Have you ever had to take Rick to the woodshed? So to speak."

I told him about that time, a few years back, when I had spent a night putting Rick through the paces in my old basement - the night that ended with me "branding" him with a cigar. Don nodded his head as he absentmindedly rubbed at his cock which was now hard and thick and showing plainly through his pants.

"Maybe we should get our boys together some time and show them what it's like at the hands of another daddy."

"I like how you think, Coach Rockman", I said, my own cock now throbbing, "But maybe we can get to know each other a bit better first."

He was on his feet, his shirt discarded and flung over the easy chair he'd been sitting in, "And I like how you think. Come on, let me show you to the bathroom so you can clean up a bit."

2: Man Fuck

Don's bed was huge, what they called a California King. Sitting next to it was bedside table that was filled with condoms, lube and couple of towels. His closet door was open revealing a collection of plain white shirts, jeans and khakis as well as two Armani suits. At the other end rugby shirts, jeans and some other more youthful apparel was hung. I assumed that was Elliot's end of the wardrobe.

When I walked into the room, Don was naked, his hairy muscular body looked better than the first time I'd seen it at the club a few weeks prior. His cock stood up and out and pointed slightly to the left. I walked up to him and he turned around so that I could check out his ass, which was a primo piece of muscular beauty with a coating of some hair on it. I reached around and went for his tits. I pinched at them, but did not say a word. He groaned slightly and took my free hand and put it to his mouth and began sucking my digits. Already my cock was dripping sloppily leaving a small stream of precum to drizzle down the back of his right leg.

He turned around and faced me, he went for my tits, twisting them roughly and then he said, "Nice chest". And then he curled his right hand into a fist and punched my left pec. I did not budge and he smiled and then said, "Go for it". So I gave him a sharp punch back and watched his smile get larger as I hit his rock hard pec.

There was no kissing, not even a pretense of anything romantic. He just pushed me down on the bed and I listened as he undid a condom and then felt him push his way inside of me. I opened my mouth and bit down on the bed covers as Don's piece went all of the way in. He paused for a moment and said, "Nice tight ass". And then he slowly rode me until the pain morphed into a pleasure that I had not felt since Chris had last fucked me. I found myself raising my ass in hopes that he could go in deeper ... I felt my self wracked with dark feelings of bliss as he masterfully continued on top of me.

And then he stopped and pulled out and said, "Damn I thought I was gonna' shoot ... come on, I want to feel you inside of me, man".

I followed his lead , but first I thought I'd give him a little five finger exercise. So I lubed up my fingers and slowly opened him up with my hand until I was almost mid-palm up his ass. He was groaning in contentment as I did this. I knew I had him now, so I pulled out, slipped on a rubber and lubed up and proceeded to fuck him.

"Yeah, man", he said as I pounded at his ass, "Give it to me good, solider!"

Once more I found myself in a state of boundless pleasure as I rode this big man . But then he bucked and threw me off of him, and turned and took me in his massive arms and got me in a bear hug and surprised me with a good long wet kiss.

We fell back onto the bed, and began jerking off - it took us a matter of seconds before we both shot our loads while we cursed up a blue streak.

Afterwards, he lay there chuckling again, and when I asked, "What's so funny?" he replied, "Nothing, I always laugh after a good fuck.", and then he added, "Been a long time since I had no-strings fuck buddy - especially one so good".

"Yeah", I said sitting up looking for my underwear, "That's what my buddy Stu would have called a real Man Fuck".

He looked at me quizzically.

"A Man Fuck is just about getting it on, to get off, no hearts and flowers, dig?"

"Dug." He said pulling me back to the bed, "Don't be in such a rush, want some lunch?"

3: Late Lunch
We ate a couple of steaks that Don had broiled to perfection. Sitting in the dining room of his home, the stereo played old rock and roll music from the 50's - Blue Moon you saw me standing alone- I commented about the music and he said, "Something about those tunes, sort of melancholic, haunting. I've always loved that era of music."

After lunch we sipped coffee and discussed Rick.

"So you think he'd be up to play?"

"Yeah," I said, "he's one tough little fucker - full of surprises."

"Isn't it funny," Don said pouring some more coffee, "how we sometimes talk about them like they are our sons?"

I sipped my coffee and nodded my head and said, "Well, in a way, aren't most gay men trying to come to grips with their fathers? Straight guys always seem to marry women just like their mother's - and straight women look for father figures. It only stands to reason."

"How much older are you than Rick?" He asked.

"About nine years."

"Yeah, well I've got almost thirty on Ell."

I laughed and said, "OK, well, I guess you do have that daddy thing going on with him!"

And then we finished our coffee and talked of inconsequential things whiling away the rest of that late October Saturday afternoon.

4: Who Killed Laura Palmer?
Rick got home from Ohio that following Sunday morning; that night while we were watching Twin Peaks I asked Rick how he felt about a little get together with Don and Elliot.

"You mean that cute football player stud and the older hunk? From the club?"

"The same", I nodded.

"Hell yeah!" He exclaimed shifting on the sofa.

Then I told him about the lunch date I had with Don. I was always open with Rick about any extra circular that occurred. He nodded his head and asked, "Did he top you?"

"Well actually, he fucked me first and then I fucked him."

"Cool", he said rubbing at his crotch, "I would have loved to seen that".

I nudged him and called him a pervert and then he lay, resting his head in my lap and said, "OK, I don't want to get horny now, I want to see if they show who killed Laura Palmer tonight."

As he lay there, I absentmindedly ran my fingers through his thick head of red hair. Meanwhile on TV, a midget danced and spoke backwards; subtitles showed what he was actually saying while a strange jazz-like soundtrack accentuated the scene.

5: Play Date

Rick was not shy. So when we got to Don's he immediately got into the scene, stripping down to his trademark white briefs. Don and I kept our clothes on and sat on two chairs in the den, while at each side of the chairs was a huge floor pillow for our "boys" to sit on. Elliot was perched in a sort of half kneeling position at Don's side. He wore nothing but a pair of black, tight, running shorts. His gorgeous face full of anticipation, the head of his cock peeking out from the side of his shorts.

As I sat, I noted that the mostly empty room had a few mats on the floor, some rope hanging from the celling and a collection of sex toys on a plain steel table. There was also a box of condoms and several bottles of lube on that table.

The room's only window had it's curtains drawn against the fading October sun. The only illumination in the room came from a portrait light that illuminated a framed poster of Mark Spitz. I had not seen that picture since I was in high school, and oh the sex fantasies that had ignited in my young mind back in those days ...

Just then Don said in a commanding tone, "Alright you two, tonight you're going to be put through the paces and do whatever your daddies ask. Understood?"

Rick and Elliot both nodded their heads, and I noticed that the both of them could not keep their hands from their crotches.

"First up, you, Red, over here", he said to Rick while pointing to the tent in his jeans. And then to Elliot, "Get over there make him feel good, boy", and with that Elliot was on his knees in front of me groping at my pants, trying to get the zipper down. I turned for a second and saw that Rick was already hard at work on Don. The older guy watched as my guy sucked his cock and when he caught me looking at him he gave me a wink and said, "Your boy is one great cock sucker". And for some reason, that made me proud of Rick, and just then, Elliot surprised me by taking my entire dick into his mouth and started attacking it like there was no tomorrow. I began to shiver while the young jock serviced me with the kind of enthusiasm I have not felt since I was his age. "Well your's is no slouch either" I said pushing the hunk's head down further.

A couple of times, Elliot's enthusiasm was marked by his teeth biting into my cock, I said, "Watch the teeth, bruiser". And with that, Don reached over and pulled Elliot's head back from my crotch by the hair and he gave him a sharp slap across the face that left a ghost image of the former coach's hand in red on his cheek.

"One more time, and you get punished for real, in front of them", Don said menacingly to the jock and then he sat back down, guided Rick back to his cock and continued enjoying the sucking. And then Elliot went back to work, and the rest of the venture was smooth with no more dental mishaps.

I let my hands run through Elliot's thick black hair, and I said, "Get off my dick and suck my tits, boy".

He pulled back and for a split second we locked eyes, his face beautiful all ruddy, saliva running down his chin, his nostrils flaring; and he said directly to me, "Yes sir", and then he went for my nipples, and I threw my head back in pleasure.

Meanwhile, Don and Rick were off the chair now. I caught site of them both as Don hoisted Rick up, his massive arms bulging with muscles while he carried him around the waist and then set him gently to the floor. With Rick on his back, Don brought a foot down on his bare chest and slowly began grinding his size 13 work boot into his gut. I watched as my lover winced in pain but noted that his dick was rock hard.

I yanked Elliot off of my tits and using a handful of his thick hair, guided him to my mouth and we kissed sloppily, the jock's tongue slamming mine. As we kissed, we clumsily got to our feet and embraced, our hands going all over each other, pulling each to the other, our cocks rubbing, my hands grabbed his meaty butt. It was solid, like granite. I wanted to fuck this kid so bad it hurt.

And then, out of nowhere, I started to cum. I held Elliot so tight that he gasped in surprise as I shot my load all over him. This was a first. I did not realize how much this hot jock had lit my fire and I was going all spastic horny teen all over him.

When Don saw what had happened he yanked Elliot back and then slapped me on the back as he checked out the damage, "Damn, that's quite a load!"

"There's more where that came from", I said trying not sound embarrassed.

Then Don turned to Rick and snapped a finger and said, "Red, get over here and clean him up", and I watched as Rick dutifully licked my juice off of Elliot's chest and legs. Don stood at my side and let his arm drape across me, he whispered in my ear, "Want to string these two up?"

About fifteen minutes later, Rick and Elliot's arms were suspended above their heads by ropes as Don and I admired them. I noted that Elliot's furry chest was still wet with sweat as well as Rick's saliva.

Don motioned for me to come check out the rear view, and side by side our boy's asses were a sight to behold - both beautiful with Rick's high and bubble like and Elliot's muscular and firm.

"Damn," Don said his deep voice booming, "The downfall of man. Asses like this drive a fella' to all kinds of sinful thoughts." And with that he handed me a wooden paddle and we took turns beating their butts.

Rick was screaming out loud by the time Don had finished him off, and Elliot was sobbing when I was through. Don and I stood stoic and still, our cocks dripping precum all over the floor as we watched the two of them shaking in pain.

"Look at those fuckers, a couple of bad-boys who got what was coming to them!" he said, his face almost demonic in it's demeanor.

Their cock's remained erect the entire time.

"Let's let these bad-boys think about what's coming next for a few", Don said.

"Wait", I said, "one more thing," and went back to the where they hung and proceeded to lay two right hooks into Elliot's gut and a roundhouse punch that caught Rick right in the side of his stomach.

"Oh, yeah!" Don howled, "Give 'em a little Sonny Liston lovin'!"

And with that, we strolled out of the den and back into the living room where we each had a glass of that great scotch. When we finished he strolled over to the stereo and flicked it on, just loud enough to hear, just low enough not to be intrusive - more of the doo wop. And then Don took me in his arms and gave me a kiss that was both surprising and exciting. When he was done he said softly, "What say we untie those two and get down to business - I have got to fuck that boy of your's something bad"

I followed back into the den as the Platters sang, "Twilight Time".

6: Heavenly Shades of Night
Like a couple of defeated warriors, Rick and Elliot lay on the floor, they both looked like they'd just run a couple of miles. Their asses were tattooed with red welts and their cocks were hard and both dripped streams of precum that sparkled like diamonds in the weak light of the room.

Don did not say a word at first, he just reached down for Rick, and lifted him up and began to caress him. When he did so, he uttered, "You're a good boy, you took your medicine like a man", and then he embraced him and kissed him tenderly.

Elliot, was on his knees in front of me, like a faithful churchgoer waiting for communion. I positioned my cock to his full lips and gently traced the outline of them leaving a small gloss from my own precum. He licked at his lips and then opened his mouth and swallowed me. I threw my head back and gasped as the young jock proceeded to pleasure me with his red hot mouth.

Now we grouped together, the four of us, each grasping at the other and I closed my eyes while in a state of bliss; the touch of hot flesh, groping hands, the smell of sweat.

For a mind numbing moment I found myself like this: my arms restrained behind my back by Elliot, the hunky 19 year old jock's huge cock was rubbing up against the crack of my ass, his breath coming heavy as he bit at my ear ... in front of me, Don, his wolf-like face intense as he reached forward and started tweaking at my nipples, twisting them and pulling on them while his thick cock dripped honey all over my own ... next to me, Rick was fondling my ass cheeks, his hands sliding all over my bum. I watched as he leaned forward to kiss Don, and then back to plant one on Elliot... I closed my eyes and gave in to the overwhelming sensations of pleasure that assaulted me from all sides, and when he released me, the next thing I knew, I was wrapped up in the muscular arms of Elliot, and we kissed an energetic, sloppy kiss while the hands of Don and Rick played over our bodies ... We both moaned in unison until we were pried apart.

Now I was in Rick's familiar embrace, his body cool from the sweat, his hair plastered to his head, his kisses and bites desperate and animal like. I kissed him while Elliot stood behind him fingering his ass. Then Don nudged the jock out of the way and came behind Rick and put a rock hard forearm around his neck pulling his head back away from my mouth and I went for my lover's nipples, pinching them while watching him jerk and spasm in ecstasy. Elliot reached over and took Rick's balls into his beefy hand and gave them a tug and Rick let out a moan that seemed to go on forever...from the other room, Ronnie Spector crooned, "Baby I Love You".

Now Rick was on all fours with Don behind him ready to get fucked. At Don's direction I got in front of my lover and rubbed my throbbing cock on his beautiful face.

He did not say a word as he slowly began shoving his cock into Rick's ass. I watched Rick's mouth open in agony and shoved my cock in, not taking my eyes off of Don who looked even more wolf-like now. His face a mask of coital determination... I watched as he yanked Rick back by the shoulders and gave him a pounding that made the floor shake beneath us ... I watched as his big hands raised and then smacked roughly at Rick's already red ass-cheeks ... I watched as he grabbed him by the hair, pulling him off my dick and saying, "No wonder your daddy keeps you on such a short leash", he paused to catch his breath, "that ass of yours is tighter than a pussy!"... and with that Don brought his arms around Rick and yanked him up and then he threw his head back and let out a deep growl as he came.

When he was done, he threw Rick back down on the floor and pulled out of him. Wiping the sweat from his forehead he motioned Elliot over who assumed the position in front of me, raising his beefy ass up for the taking.

Don came over to me and said firmly, "Make him scream, he likes it rough."

Fucking Elliot was like riding a wild horse. The kid loved being had, in fact as soon as I was deep inside of him he cried out, "Yeah Daddy Ride Me!!"

I gave him a good pummeling, I yanked at his mop of unruly black hair, I smacked at his muscular ass, I leaned over and bit him savagely on the back and called him a bitch ... and he kept saying, "More."

As we continued I lifted him up so that I was standing and he was bent over using a table for support. I started in harder than before and Elliot began crying out in pain - I found the jock's threshold- knowing that he was in pain only made the fuck more enjoyable on my part and soon I was lost in pleasure, slamming him so hard that his head was now banging into the table ... in the back ground, I was vaguley aware of Don saying, "Make him remember you!"... I was also vaguely aware of the music, It might have been The Flamingos.

Just before I was about to cum, Don was at my left side and Rick to my right. Both men were sporting massive hard-ons and were jerking their staffs. And then I turned and locked eyes with my lover and he kissed me long and hard and as he did so, the world around me went gray and I shot my load, gasping for breath as the pleasure engulfed my very being ... and then Rick shot a load onto Elliot's ass, and a few seconds later, Don let out another deep bass moan and shot all over the kid's back ... Elliot wasted no time joining in, and as soon as I pulled out of him, he stood up, proudly displaying his fat dick which he jerked until he shot spunk that went straight on up into the air...and I watched his gorgeous face as he smiled and flushed red... in the other room, "I Only Have Eyes for You" played; and it sounded like ghosts harmonizing.

7:Strolling In Wonderland
It felt familiar, the four of us, breathless, sated, and sweaty, lying on the floor. Not a word uttered, the music of The Diamonds coming from the other room. How many times in the past had I found myself in a similar situation ... group sex had to be one of my favorite fetishes ... though was it really a fetish, I wondered to myself as I closed my eyes, my head resting on Don's thigh and one arm draped around Rick and a hand lying on Elliot's chest.

The four of us must have lay there for at least fifteen minutes until finally Elliot announced, "I gotta take a piss", and with that he got up and exited.

A few minutes later, the jock came back into the room and rejoined the four of us and in a matter of minutes we were all over each other again...and as the inevitable second round began the ghost voices in the other room began singing - Blue moon, you saw me standing alone -- and Don was sucking on my dick while Rick and Elliot hands began caressing my body... and I went with it, strolling in wonderland.









Going Down for the Count


The three hunky bruisers, bodies slick with sweat, stood, arms raised in victory, in the center of the ring. A cheer went up from the crowd at the packed VFW hall that early November night in 1990 . The smell of beer and smoke hung heavy in the air.

Rick and I were slumming it for the night, enjoying the homoerotic entertainment that passed for a cultural event in South Jersey. All around us, straight men, and overweight women cheered or booed the boys who did battle.

Of course, me and Rick were also checking out the baskets of the gladiators and were sporting semi-hard ons for most of the night. I kept the over sized program on my lap to avoid any unwanted attention, while my partner in crime kept shifting in his chair.

The match we had just watched was a classic squash job; a fight between two men that had turned into a handicapped affair when the "bad guy" had two of his buddies join him in the ring, much to the ref's chagrin, so that they could beat the hell out of the jobber. Of course I was reminded of the old days, and Chris ... wrestling had been almost foreplay for the two of us -- I, in turn, had introduced Rick to the same thing, and he was as big a fan as I had ever been.

Next up was a tag-team match. Four guys facing off against each other. The first team was called, "Double Trouble", two dark haired guys in black trunks and boots, they both saluted the crowd by flipping the bird. Their opponents were a couple of 'faces' (good looking, younger men) who smiled broadly when coming into the ring - they were outfitted in red and white and blue, snug tights that accented their bubble butts. The crowd went crazy for them.

They were giving me an ache in the crotch.

Of course the bad guys got the upper hand, and they made mince meat of the golden boys. By the end of the match, the men in the patriotic tights were secured to the ropes and suffered a barrage of kicks to the chest and groin by their opponents. The only thing missing was for Double Trouble to double fuck the losers ... ah, but this was a family affair. Husbands, wives, kids ... all American white-trash entertainment at it's best...and it made as horny as all get out.

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During the ride home Rick kept talking about the night's events. He said at one point, "Know what I dig the most? It's the not so subtle subtext of the whole thing. I mean those guys are fighting for top man, that's what it is." He stretched in the passenger seat next to me, his hard on obvious through his jeans, "Been awhile since we grappled, want to go a few rounds?"

"High stakes?" I asked feeling my cock swell in anticipation.

"Yeah, well, you know I'm gonna' kick your ass this time."

"Bring it on punk", I said reaching for his crotch.
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Later on that same night, in the spare empty bedroom. Only a couple of mats on the floor. I waited on him. I was wearing the old pair of black lace up boots Chris had given me years ago. I also had on a black pair of tights, my hard cock laying flat against the front.

I couldn't wait to wrestle him.

He bounded through the door to the room in snug white briefs, and high white boots. His cock also at full attention, the head of it peeking out from the tights until he adjusted it. Rick catches me checking him out; he flexes. His time at the gym has paid off. He looks fucking great. The only light comes from a small lamp on a table by the shaded window. It causes red and yellow stripes to fall on everything.

I can't wait to hurt him.

We charge each other, and I am shocked to find myself in a side headlock. He grinds at my head with his arm and calls me a fucker, I reach for his leg and trip him down to the mat where we struggle.

He still has me in the headlock as he spits in my face.

Then he brings his arm around my neck, choking me, while he pulls my left leg back. I can feel his hard on rubbing against my ass as he tells me that he's going to fuck me silly.

I am in the hold for only a second more when I manage to push him off me. I roll over to the side of the mat, and then jump to my feet, lunge for him, pull him up by his hair, and then turn him around and get him into a chickenwing, pinning and twisting his arm behind his back. He yells out in pain, so I twist his arm even harder and tell him that I'm going to snap it off. Once more he screams out in pain. I let him go and he falls to the mat. I kick him in the side once and tell him to get up.

We are facing each other now, in a half stance, he is staring me down, his face a mask of grim determination. He is so wiry and athletic - like a flash he flies at me, getting me in a reverse bear-hug. His arms, like a steel vice, wrap around my chest and he lifts me up off the ground. Then he drops me and jumps on top of me, he hits me with a right hook and I fall on to my back, he straddles me now, schoolboy pin style, and then rams his crotch down into my face, then he slides back until we our crotch to crotch. He lifts his hips up and then slams into me, once, twice, three times until finally he manages to slam into my balls. This time I let out a howl and he laughs...

It only takes a second, and I break the hold and reach up for his neck, choking him and bringing him down. I let go of his neck and hold him down with one arm across his chest and give his tits a savage going over. I pull and yank until they are red, and then I sit back up and bring my fist down across his face.

I get up off of him, he stays on the mat, breathing heavily, I reach down and yank him up by his hair and put him in a full nelson and then slam him up against the wall and start dry humping his ass and I yell out, "Fucking bitch! Like it?"

Before he can answer, I slam him back to the mat, and bring a boot down on his midsection. He let's out a grunt. Then I grab his hair and head, and get behind him twisting his head and neck, we are both bathed in sweat now, and I keep twisting him, taunting him while doing it. I call him a punk bitch. And the whole time I notice that he still has his hard on. I've trained him well.

Eventually I break the hold and he falls to the mat. I bring a boot down on his chest and stand above him flexing in a victory pose...

...there is nothing now, no prep, I just tear at his tights and take them off, and then I toss mine aside and I mount him quickly and start fucking him. I am so hard now and so insane with lust for my little tough guy that I pretty much just plow him - in my mind's eye I see the three bruisers from earlier tonight, their hot bodies dripping sweat as they abused the opponent ... I flash onto the basket of the muscular bear as he pinned the champ ... I see the biceps bulging of the Double Trouble dudes as they taunted their opponents ... I see Rick in white, his cock head pushing through the top of his wrestling trunks...and then I come back, my cock rammed deep into Rick's tight, tight ass. He is saying my name over and over and yelling, "Harder, champ! Hurt me!" Then I close my eyes again as a wave of pleasure engulfs me and as I feel his asshole seem to clamp even tighter around my member as the cum starts flowing . I bite him on the shoulder as I orgasm and he says "Oh Christ". And finally I collapse on top of him.

Still sweat drenched, I pull out of him and say, "Come and get some, you earned it, buddy", and I get down on all four.

Then he is in me, and I feel his magnificent cock stretching me open, and I say, "Come on stud, give it to me!" And that's all he needs, and soon, he's banging me, slapping my ass and cursing up a blue streak.

And while he's fucking me, my cock starts to get hard again.

When he cums, he groans a long deep growl and I feel his scum shoot into me.
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When we are done, I am still laying on the floor as Rick is back in this tights standing over me. His ass looks so great in those trunks from my point of view, his face so beautiful... He puts his hand out and says, "Come on, Hulkster, time to hit the showers." His voice all subtle bemusement.

I get up and join him and drape my arm around his shoulder and say, "Great match, you're getting good"

"I learned from the best", he said.

We kiss once in the hallway and then make our way to the bathroom. We are both brusied, sore, and so damn in love that we end up fucking again in the shower.

Save the Last Dance for Me - part two

1 - Survivors:
Cleaned up and feeling sort of tired, I made my way to one of the many sofas that lined the back wall of the club. I sat with a cup of soda, wishing that they had something stronger, and sipped.

From my vantage point, what I mostly saw were the torsos of the club's inhabitants. It was a veritable cavalcade of beautiful guys. Though I imagined, had this been 1979, as opposed to 1990, thing would have been a tad wilder here.

Just then a deep, rich voice from above said, "Care for some company?"

I looked up and saw the Gray Wolf from earlier. He was wearing a pair of jogging pants and sneakers. He looked even more handsome than I'd remembered with his closely cropped hair and beard that was spiked with streaks of silver. As he got closer, I noted his chest hair had some white in it also.

"Don Rockman", he said in a no nonsense style while offering me his hand. It was a strong handshake.

I told him my name and then said, "Oh you were the one admiring my friend and I earlier."

He grinned, a wicked smile, and said, "Your friend. My boy."

I looked at him momentarily puzzled by his last remark and then it dawned on me what he meant; "Oh, you and Elliot, you're his ... you're the gym teacher!"

He laughed heartily, his eyes squinting revealing lines around them, and said, "One and the same."

"Hey, listen, I'm sorry, I mean I hope it was not out of line ... me and him...", I fumbled.

"Shit", he said eying the room, "you think we'd be here if I had a problem with sharing?"

I nodded my head and cleared my throat for lack of anything to say, quite frankly, I was dazzled by this guy's presence. He was alarming in his masculinity, and he pretty much dripped with a dark sensuality that I am sure drove many of his students to forbidden fantasies of their phys ed teacher.

"You know I don't teach anymore. After I realized that Ell and I were going to be more than friends, I resigned. These days I'm a personal trainer. Lots of money to be made whipping housewives into shape in suburbia.", he said with out a hint of irony.

Then he continued, his dark eyes never leaving mine, "I picked him up at a bar, actually I had my eye on him since his senior year. Lot's of cute punks in that class of his, but he stood out, and I knew he was family."

"Family?" I quizzed.

"Gay".

Once more I nodded and once more he continued, "I loved teaching, but the older I got, the more I realized that It was young man's game. Plus I was tired of the closet, I wanted out." He paused for a second and then added, "That kid keeps me young."

"If you don't mind me saying, you look pretty good, I mean what are you 40?"

"I'll be 49 next week", he answered.

"Get out of town!" I said genuinely shocked. "I'd have never guessed it; do you have a portrait in your attic that is getting older?", I joked.

The Gray Wolf, Doug, put his arm around my shoulder (much like his boyfriend had earlier in the night) and said, "Come on, let's see what's going on.", and with that we strolled through the club.

We stopped for a minute to watch these two cute semi-hairy guys who were getting head from a third party. Both of the dudes sported five-o-clock shadows and unruly mops of black hair. When the taller of the two looked my way, he nodded his head quickly and winked in recognition.

"You know these two?" Don asked.

"Mike and Mike. Not sure of their last names."

"Yeah", Don said quietly, "Would not mind putting those two through the ringer some time."

Just then Mike 1, reached over to Mike 2 and pulled on his buddy's left nipple. Mike 2 grinned a lopsided smile and and pulled Mike 1 closer, then he yanked the cocksucker from his dick and shoved his head onto Mike 1's dick. The two dark haired studs moved in and kissed each other while their free hands played over each other's chests.

I looked over at my companion who seemed a million miles away as he said, "Remember when you could suck a stranger's cock with out a rubber?"

Glancing back over at the Mikes I said, "Yes, as a matter of fact I do. But times have changed..."

"How do you suppose guys like us survived? I mean, I lived the wild life back in the 70's! And I've buried a dozen friends over the past few years. I had sex with every one of those guys, I just don't get it.", he stopped and once more put his arm around my shoulder, leading me away from the show, "I keep trying to tell Ell that he has no idea what it was like back in the day. I want to keep him safe, but I also want him to know the joy of being gay."

"The joy of being gay?"

He glanced at me steely and nodded, "You know, cruising men, meeting a hot number somewhere and fucking him and then just moving on. It was like a big old dance back then, and we had as many dance partners as we wanted..."

"Yeah, well now the ball is over and the bill's come due", I replied, once more wishing I had something stronger to drink.

"True, but men are men, gay or straight, they just want sex, as well as variety. Fucking AIDS killed that."

"What do you call of this then?" I asked motioning about the room, "This is the same damn thing, it's just that certain things are now taboo."

"A dildo will never take place of a real cock", he grunted, leading me to another group of men. "These younger guys are never going to know that rush of unbridled sex with a stranger."

"You really mourn the past, don't you", I asked seriously.

"Don't you?", he asked.

"I did, sometimes I still do, but it is what it is, I can't change any of it. At least I had a chance to run wild and sow those wild oats. These days I have a partner and I've never been more content."

"Really", he said his eyebrow arched, "then what the fuck are you doing here?"

Realizing that I was not going to win this conversation I blurted out, "Because sometimes, I want to be with like-minded guys. Sometimes I want to watch - oh and yeah, my partner is here with me also. Maybe, in my own way, I want him to experience some of that joy of being gay."

Suddenly it was like the clouds broke and Don's grim demeanor changed. He threw his head back and laughed and smiled a broad gorgeous grin and pulled me in closer to him so that I smelled his musk and said, "Beautiful, man! I'm sorry, I don't mean to be such a downer, sometimes it just all gets to me. You're right what the fuck am I moping about? Got a hot guy, got a good life, got my health!"

And then, out of nowhere, Rick was suddenly at my said, "Where in the hell have you been?" he asked, standing by my side, arms crossed across his chest as he gave Don the once over.

2 - The Joy of Being Gay:
"Don", I said as I pulled Rick over to me, "This little spit-fire is, Rick."

And greetings were exchanged and hands were shook, and eventually cocks were grabbed and nipples were pinched and asses were slapped. A few moments later, Elliot wandered over and soon the four of us were in a huddle ... I kissed Rick who turned and kissed Elliot, who turned and kissed Don, who turned and kissed me; and with that, the circle was complete. Now we were all on a large mat, our cocks all sheathed, and we took turns at each other's dicks. At one point Don was staring straight at me while Rick was sucking him off and Elliot was doing the same to me. He reached his muscular arm over and gave my left pec a hearty slap with one of his meat-hook-hands - so I returned the favor and once more I saw that smile cross his lips ... later on, we lay back jerking off, Don and I, watching "our boys" sucking each other off 69 style, at one point Rick starting fingering Elliot, and this made the jock shudder in pleasure ... after awhile, we were joined by others. Karl had Jon splayed flat out on the mat near me, he was working a huge dildo up Jon's ass, and the kid was moaning in pain and pleasure. I found myself somewhat mesmerized by the sight of Karl's right bicep bulging and relaxing as he shoved the sex toy in and out of Jon's tight bum ... Then hands were wrapped around my chest from behind, it was Mike 1, his five-o-clock shadow scratching me as he nuzzled at my neck, his fingers mercilessly abusing my tits; and then I felt a hand slide in between my legs, it was Don's and he managed to get a few digits into my hole while his other hand rested on Elliot's ass ... I turned my head for a second and caught site of Vince, who was now wearing a leather jacket and boots, and nothing else. He was stroking his cock watching the bodies below him. He was part of a growing number of onlookers, all pulling on their dicks, all breathing heavily, eyes wide with lust and excitement.

More guys came onto the mat, and for a time I could not tell who was who. The smell of sweat was heavy, intoxicating. I managed to grab a hold of Don's right arm and I pulled him to me, he met my mouth and we kissed until someone pulled him back and I watched as another guy attached himself to the Gray Wolf's chest, sucking on his nipples. Don threw his head back and sighed in pleasure. Then when I turned I was face to face with Karl's crotch. His cock straining through his briefs, I could see the wet spot so I reached up and gave his member a good squeeze and let got. He brought his crotch up to my face and began humping it and I brought a free hand up and pushed his ass towards me, feeling his rod like a piece of pipe slamming my cheek. When he turned around quickly, distracted by someone, I pulled his briefs down and bit his ass... Directly across from me were two guys, their cocks uncovered. They sat still while long ropes of pre-cum drizzled down their poles, I imagined taking their cocks into my mouth and tasting their jizz ... Jon was on his back now with his legs raised in the air, Mike 2 was using the dildo on him. His face was red, sweat plastered his black hair to his forehead as he cried out in pain, and every time he yelled out, Mike 2 shoved the fake cock in a little deeper, all the while, Jon's prick stayed rigid ... Rick was kissing me now, unbridled and lusty, first at my mouth, then my ear, licking me, his saliva all over my face, I pulled him by his hair and brought him back to my lips and returned his kisses ... and I closed my eyes and sighed in pleasure as phantom hands explored my body and unknown chests and cocks rubbed up against us both.

Now Vince and Sam are the center of attention. Vince, his leather jacket discarded, has Sam over his knee and is beating his ass with a belt. Sam's cries are like the howls of a mad dog; suddenly, Vince, his body covered in sweat, tosses the belt aside and shoves his hand up Sam's ass in one swift move. Sam raises his head and opens his mouth but no sound comes out ... I feel like I am going to shoot my load at the sight of this ... Sam falls off of Vince's lap and onto the mat and Vince shoves his cock into his mouth and starts fucking his face... Meanwhile, right next to them, Jon is jerking off, the dildo still wedged inside of him, Karl is barefoot, standing over him, sticking his toes into Jon's mouth and the kid is sucking and lapping at them ... Once more I feel like I am going to shoot my load ... Now I look up and see that most of the others are standing, cocks being worked, condoms all strewn about the floor, arms moving quickly, grunts and groans and sighs fill the air, faces are grimaces of pre-orgasmic concentration, chests are heaving, nipples are hard and suddenly I am hit with a warm stream of liquid; Rick shoots his load first and it's dripping down my left arm...now it's like a wave of cum ... guys are gasping or cursing out loud and thick streams of juice are flying, I notice that Mike 1's load sort of flows out like pearl colored lava while Karl's flies straight on up to the air ... and just then Don pulls me to face him and Elliot and the three of us cum at almost the same time, our jizz going cross current while my head fills with rainbow colors, and Rick is at my side panting loudly, holding onto me while I am having my orgasm, and I look and see Don and Elliot kiss as they both shake the last of their fluid out of their rods...and all through the club the cries of pleasure are echoing.3 - After-Fucking-Glow:
The showers may have been private, but that did not stop them from filling up with more than one user. In the little stall I was using to clean up in, Zane and Rick joined me. We lathered each other up and took turns rinsing under the shower heads. In the stall next to me, Karl and Jon were sudsing and so on...

As Rick and I toweled off, Elliot came over in just a towel and said, "Yo, dudes, my old man wants to know if you want to get together some time."

"Only if I get to fuck you.", Rick said winking at me.

I looked over at my boyfriend and smiled and gave Elliot my phone number, and later on, as he and Don were leaving, the Gray Wolf paused at the door and said, "Nice meeting you and your boy tonight, can't wait to get together again." I nodded my head and replied, "Looking forward to it, man." -- and I meant it!

In the car, on the way home, Jon said, "Damn, my ass is gonna be sore for weeks".

"I dunno, Jon", I said driving, "looked to me like you were enjoying it."

"I never said I wasn't" he grinned goofily. And then, "Thanks for turning me on to this...oh by the way..."

"Karl gave you his phone number", Rick said in mock surprise.

And in the rear view mirror I caught glimpse of them both, and once more I thought to myself how beautiful they both were ... especially Rick.

"After Fucking Glow!" Rick said loudly in a mock Hulk Hogan voice, "That's what it is, brother! Old Karl's got himself a case of the tight-ass-Jon-Boy-blues!" and they both began laughing loudly.

I adjusted the mirror and turned on the radio, and then pulled Rick closer to me. I caught Jon's eye in the rear view and winked at him.

4 - Two Weeks Later:
Jon eventually made it to London, and he got the job. He'd start working there after the first of the year. In the meantime, Karl was flying back and forth to Boulder. Karl and Jon were officially an item, and over time, Rick and I saw less of our buddy. But we were happy for him.

We saw Elliot and Don about a week after the night at the club. But that's another story for another time.

Tonight, on this early October evening, Rick is straddling me, he is sitting down on my cock and his face is a mask of pain.

"I still can't get over how it feels like you're splitting me in half whenever you fuck me", he gasps.

I reach up for his tits and pinch them and he bucks forward ... and we continue until I shoot a load up his ass. And then I lay on my stomach and have him fuck me. He dives on to my back and shoves his rod up my hole and bangs away, all the while I feel my own cock getting hard again. He cums up my ass and then falls off of me.

We clean up and get back into bed. I hold him and he says, "Is this forever?"

"I'm afraid so, Red".

He nudges me and says, "Seriously."

I say, "Baby, I might still look and maybe even touch now and then, but this is all ... it's a big old dance, that's what it is. And as long as you'll have me, save the last dance for me."

He rolls his eyes and says, "Oh jeez".

I tussle his hair and say, "You asked for it."

And then we lay still and close our eyes until eventually we both drift off to sleep.











Save the Last Dance for Me - part one

Note: Yeah, I know I said I was through, but for some reason, I felt the need to share this story from 1990. Who knows, maybe I'll continue, It depends. Enjoy!
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Elliot stood in front of me, I rested my left hand on his shoulder, and he rested his on mine. We faced each other jerking our cocks. "Today you have to be careful", he said, breathing heavily. "I know", I said as I felt my loins tense, "I love my boyfriend, but sometimes..." I shot my load on his chest and then he threw his head back, his cum flying projectile onto me, "I love my boyfriend too", he said trying to catch his breath...

1- A Love Supreme:
By 1990, Rick had finished college, graduated, and moved to New Jersey to live with me. We were officially a couple. Two men who lived and slept together; the new version of domestic tranquility.

Our lives could not have been any better. He landed a fabulous job with an accounting firm and was making a decent income, I had just been promoted at my job. We bought a condo in a rather blue chip community ...

It is odd to wake up one day and discover you are all grown up.

Besides the fact that we'd been together for some time, we were still very sexually active. In fact most mornings were spent leisurely jerking each other off while still in bed. I still loved and yearned for his touch and at least three times a week, we'd find ourselves fucking like love-sick teenagers.

On this one morning in Late September of 1990, I was in the bathroom just having come from the shower, a towel wrapped around me and was brushing my teeth when Rick strolled in, his white jockey shorts tenting, his eyes still bleary from sleep and his hair all askew. He said, "I have to take a piss and I'm hard."

"Damn morning wood", I said through a mouth full of toothpaste.

He smirked and made his way to the bowel and let his cock flop out. As he stood relaxed, I looked at him. He had been going to the gym a lot lately and had gained some weight in all the right places. He was still lean, but he now had a nice firm frame. Another thing was the body hair that had started sprouting on his chest. A small tuft of chestnut fur had spread on his upper torso and his forearms.

I spit into the sink and nonchalantly grabbed for his right nipple and gave it a tweak. He turned and said, "Keep it up man and I'll never pee." I slapped him on the ass and made my way back into the bedroom to dress.

About fifteen minutes later, Rick came into the bedroom, still damp from his shower, a towel wrapped around his waist. I was making the bed and looked up at him and said, "What's up, how come you are not dressed?"

He dropped the towel revealing his cock at full mast, "I am so damn horny" he said grabbing at his cock.

"Say no more", I replied jumping onto the bed and pulling toward me, and we began kissing.

He smiled, actually a smirk, "I want you to fuck me hard. No lube, just spit." I looked down on him and without a word dropped my pants and started rubbing my already engorged dick against his thigh.

He pulled me off the bed and braced himself against the dresser so that I could see his face in the mirror. I let a rope of spit fall onto my already hard
cock and then onto his ass crack. He smelled of Ivory soap and aftershave. Then I rammed my dick deep into him and his head threw back and eyes grew wide. I could see the look on his face through his reflection and I grabbed his hair from the back and pulled on it and he cried out my name all the while shoving his ass into my hips.

As always his butt proved a tight fit, and I had to work at it. But once I found my rhythm, there was no turning back. I started slamming into him now and between the both of us, I feared that we might knock the dresser over. Instead, Rick jerked down, his arms flying out sideways and knocked the small radio on the dresser to the floor. Instantly the room was filled with the percussive sounds of the third movement of Coltrane's "A Love Supreme".

I fucked him mercilessly to the frenetic beat until I could wait no longer and told him that I was going to come.

"Inside of me", he gasped, "cum inside of me".

I shot my load and brought my arms around him almost lifting him off the floor, the room went hazy for a second until I caught my breath, and then he said, "Stay in me".

He straightened up and started jerking off. I watched him work his cock in the mirror and then I saw his face flush red, and heard him grunt as a stream of his juice shot out and onto the mirror. It was followed by another until finally he shook and collapsed as I held him up.

I waited a few seconds and then withdrew. He turned to face me and jumped up wrapping his legs around my waist, encircling me with his arms. I held him and we kissed deeply. I saw from the mirror, my cum slowly leaking down his leg. And we continued kissing like that.

Then I traced the small circular scar on his ass cheek, the one I had left there with a cigar a few years back. He often referred to that as when I "branded" him.

2-
Triad:
We doubled up in the shower later, each washing the other clean, and like always we ended up jerking off.

Our buddy Jon was coming into town for a few days before he flew off to London England for a job interview. Though it went unspoken, both Rick and I felt that Jon was the third part in our puzzle. We'd spent a lot of time, the three of us, together, and what went from just a causal fuck buddy, had morphed into something a bit deeper. I think we both loved him. At least I did. Also, the guy had an ass that just would not quit.

Before we left for Philadelphia, I called my parents who were now living in Florida and wished them a happy anniversary. My mother (still dwelling on a neat parcel of land near 'denial') asked how my "swinging bachelorhood" was going. I told her that I felt just like Dean Martin... and then Rick called out from the kitchen, "Yeah, when he was fucking Sinatra!" Luckily my mother did not hear the peanut gallery comment.

We arrived at the airport and waited at the designated pickup spot for Jon. Rick spotted him
first and said to me, "Damn, babe, look at those jeans he's wearing." And when I saw what Rick saw, I was pretty speechless. And as Jon approached the car, it was clear that he was dressed to impress.

When he got in the car I said, "Damn, boy, where'd you get those pants?" He smiled and said, "I wore them for you guys".

When we got to the the condo, Jon said, "Wow, Rick, you really did marry into money!" I smiled at my partner and said to Jon, "No sorry, this is a joint venture ... say would you like to see the bedroom?"

Later on that afternoon, we treated our guest to a double butt pounding. Rick went first and then me. In between fucking him, we both gave his sweet ass a rather brutal whipping with an old belt. When we were done his bum was filled with angry red welts.

Then, as was our practice, we turned him over and took turns at his cock sucking him off to an orgasm.

As he was shooting his load into Rick's mouth he sighed and whispered, "I love you both."

Over dinner that night Jon caught us up on what was going on in Boulder as well as this interview he had finessed overseas, "I'm as shocked as anyone", he said reaching for his glass of iced tea, "It was just a lark, and when they called me, I thought it was a joke."

"Hey man," Rick interjected, "you worked hard for this, you deserve it."

Jon nodded his head, his thick black hair falling into his eyes, "But I mean, what about us? I am going to miss you guys like crazy."

"Listen kid", I said, "you are young, handsome and smart. You'll find yourself someone in no time."

Jon smiled sadly and then asked, "Will it be as special as ... this?" he asked.

"It will be better", I said, "besides, you need a full time man."

And with that we talked of inconsequential things until Jon got up and pulled a small sheet of paper from his pocket. "I almost forgot" he said beaming, "I got my results back yesterday - negative!"

Rick and I smiled and related our latest tests which also were negative.

"Isn't this a bitch?" Rick said later, we've come so far and yet we have to worry about our past literally coming back to kill us."

"It is what it is", I said, you can rave against it or accept it and move on."

"Silence equals death", Jon said and then added, "I just saw a poster with that on it."

"The 90's", I sighed, "Welcome to the wrecking ball, gentlemen".



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That night we went to the movies and then out to a gay bar -- the three of us danced together and had a great time.

When we got back home, Rick went straight to bed leaving Jon and I to sit on the back deck and to enjoy the Indian Summer night. We smoked cigarettes and drank wine and talked and at one point Jon said, "I guess I am sort of jealous of what you and Rick have. I want that." I smiled at him and said, "I know how you feel, and your time will come. Hey, for now, you belong with us. We are a triad."

He smiled and shifted in his seat.

"Does your ass still hurt from this afternoon?" I asked. He nodded his head and blushed, "Does that make me a wimp?"

I laughed out loud and told him to come inside with me.

In the living room, I had him remove his pants and his underwear and lay face down on the sofa. I went into the powder room and got some salve out of the medicine cabinet and returned to Jon.

"Lay still, this will help", I said as I massaged the slightly flowery smelling cream onto his abused butt. He moaned softly and said, "That feels good."

It only took a few minutes for me to begin fingering his asshole ... a few moments later he was on his knees in front of me sucking my cock ... I shot a fast load in his mouth, and then I went down on him swallowing his cum ... we kissed and them made our way to bed, lying on either side of Rick.

3 - Invitation to The Dance:


"Come on", I demanded again, "I want to watch you two guys fuck!"

Rick and Jon were standing in the bedroom in nothing but their underwear, they'd been fooling around driving me crazy for about a half an hour. I was feeling voyeuristic and wanted to see some action, but the boys just teased me, feeling each other up and then pausing whenever things seemed like they were going to heat up.

"Don't make me get out of this bed!" I mock threatened, and they both smiled and dove on to the bed, on to me, attacking me like a couple of oversexed horn-dogs. In a matter of seconds, Jon was sucking at my tits while Rick was going down on my aching cock. Then they switched off and Jon was giving me head, sucking me off like he was going for a gold medal. Before I could do anything I saw Rick get up off the bed and stand behind Jon and tear his briefs off and in one fell swoop, he began fucking him. Jon lifted his head from my dick and let out a howl and I grabbed my cock and said, "Now that's what I'm talking about!"

And I jerked off watching my red head pound the ass of the hot little dark haired stud. And when I had my orgasm, my cum hit Jon in the face ... and that's how Saturday morning began.

At breakfast we sprung our surprise on Jon.

"So dude", Rick said nonchalantly as he poured a cup of coffee, "you up to an orgy tonight?"

Jon looked up from his toast and said, "Huh?"

Rick and I both laughed and then I added, "No sweat, but Rick and I belong to this private club. It's really cool. A group of guys get together a few times a month and everyone has a good time."

Jon looked over at me and said quietly, "Uh, wait a second, remember what we were talking about last night? AIDS? I mean come on you can't be serious... in this day and age?"

"Oh wait, no", Rick interjected, "It is a strictly safe-sex thing. No real fucking,usually, mostly just circle jerks and some slap and tickle."

"Any anal action is done with condoms only", I added thinking that maybe Jon was not really game for this venture.

"It's like being at a party with the hottest guys in the world and you can strike up a conversation with them, have a drink, and get your rocks off.", Rick chimed in.

"And you guys 'belong' to this club?" Jon asked.

"You have to submit your HIV results monthly - it is part of the fee. Hey listen, if you don't want to go, it's cool, we can do something else", I added, suddenly feeling kind of bad that Jon seemed not to be digging this idea.

Rick and I exchanged a look and suddenly Jon said, "Well, I mean, I am kind of unsure, but if you guys say it's cool then I guess I'm game."

"Alright then", I said smiling, "Oh, you might want to wear those jeans from Friday..."

Rick laughed out loud and Jon mocked punched him and the two of them broke into laughter and I realized, again, how beautiful they were.




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4- Clubland:



The club was actually a privately owned warehouse near Atlantic City. It all looked very respectable from the street with a large fence keeping the curious at bay, and a security guard checking memberships at the front gate.

Inside, was a large sparse space that was filled with old sofas and comfortable chairs, a juice bar lined the front wall and a row of lockers and private showers and rest rooms - hand painted signs hung on the cinder block walls that read, "Keep It Safe, Sane and Consensual" and "No Fucking With Out a Condom -- THIS MEANS YOU!"

My buddy, Karl met us at the lockers. Karl was this cute older guy, he was almost 50 but he looked at least ten years younger. He was short, with a muscular, but not overdone, build. He had a crop of short blond spiky hair and a devilish demeanor that was very charming. He was already stripped down to just a pair of black briefs and sneakers when he saw us and called out, "Hey boys ... and who is this?" he said sizing up Jon. Jon flashed a grin and Karl smiled and said, "OK, I'm melting - can I buy you a drink, you sexy little motherfucker?" and with that he was escorting him to the juice bar.

"Well that didn't take long", Rick said, stripped down to his white BVD's and even whiter
sneakers. Before I could reply a deep voice behind me said, "Aw-right, my brothers!", and a I felt a firm warm hand on my shoulder. I turned and saw a handsome African American man in boxer shorts - it was my old pal, Zane who I had not seen in awhile. He gave me a bear hug and planted a deep kiss on my lips and then did the same to Rick.

"Ain't you a sight for sore eyes!", I said giving his left nipple a tweak. He reached for my crotch and gave my cock a hard squeeze, "So your free-balling, huh bud?"

I was wearing an old pair of 501's and was without underwear. My usual uniform at the club.

Zane then made a quick move to my bare chest and gave my tits a rather sharp pinch. Then he laughed and turned to Rick and said, "How's the fireball?" and before Rick could say anything, Zane had grabbed at his crotch. "Damn, that's one nice rocket you got there, reds." Rick blushed and reached for Zane's crotch and yanked his prick so that it sprang forth from his boxers.

Soon the three of us were huddled in a corner jerking each other. At one point, Zane reached over and started caressing Rick's ass and I found this to be a real turn on, and that made me shoot my load first. I leaned over and gave them both a quick kiss and said, "Have fun boys," and then to Zane, "Take good care of him, man". And Zane smiled at me and said softly, his cock still pointed at Rick, "Don't worry brother, he's in good hands." And with that I made my way to one of the private rest rooms to wash up.

After I exited the wash room, I saw that the club had filled up. Music was playing and the sexual vibe was on high. I came across a group of guys standing near the rear of the room. They were all watching the action in the back room, which had a couple of beds in it should anyone care to get horizontal-- A rare sight these days, a couple of guys actually fucking. Even with condoms and mandatory HIV tests, most of the guys at the club were a
bit a resistant to anal, but every now and then, it would happen. I recognized the two guys fucking. The top man was Vinnie, the tough little Italian guy who was rumored to be married with kids. The bottom was his buddy, Sam, a quiet very femme guy who had one of the most beautiful asses I'd ever seen. I could not say I blamed Vinnie for getting a piece - and so I joined the confab and once more found my cock growing hard as I watched. Vinnie was a verbal guy and his voice carried. He kept calling Sam, his punk bitch. I had to laugh wondering what the tough guy's wife would think should she have come across this scene.

As I stood transfixed watching the action, I got to thinking about the old days, about Chris and Stu and Andy. I missed them, even though I did see Andy a lot; Chris was married now and living in Colorado, and Stu was somewhere in New England ... suddenly I was awash in melancholy, I wanted to leave this place and just go somewhere, anywhere and just be alone. I felt tired, I felt sad, I wanted to go back in time and reclaim my youth, I wanted to see Aaron again and spend a care free night with him in LA -- I wondered if he was even alive anymore, surely AIDS would have claimed him by now -- my hard on sagged and I was about to depart the small mob when this rather beefy guy saddled up next to me and put his arm around my shoulders and said, "What's the attraction?"

I turned and was suddenly face to face with a blindingly handsome young guy who had a head full of thick black hair that he wore rather short, he had the body of a football player and a chest full of thick fur. He smiled brightly at me and said again, "So, what's the attraction?"

"Oh", I said rather stupidly, "Those guys back there fucking".


The big guy glanced over at Vinnie and Sam and shrugged his shoulders and then turned back to me and said, "I'd rather be sucking your dick."

"Well", I said, "I'm never one to turn down a blow job, especially when it's offered by a hot thing like yourself, but, uh could we sit down for a bit first?" His arm remained causally draped about my shoulder and he nodded his head and said, "Lead the way".

We flopped down into a pair of lawn chairs. He sat directly across from me, smiling broadly and reached into the pocket of his soccer shorts he was wearing and offered me a cigarette. I took one and lit up and then he excused him self, and few minutes later returned with a couple of paper cups; "Nothing harder than Dr. Pepper, sadly.", he said offering me a cup.

As I sipped the cup of lukewarm soda, I sized up my new friend. Handsome, oh yes, sort of looked a little like that guy who was playing Superman on that TV show, Lois and Clark. He had the body of an athlete , it was beefy, muscular, but with a little bit of extra padding. In fact, he was sort of built like me. He was as tall as I was also. Then my eyes drifted south, and I saw the bulge in his shorts - pretty respectable - and suddenly, my feelings of melancholia were replaced by those of a more prurient nature.

"My name is Elliot", he said smiling broadly at me.

I told him my name and he nodded his head quickly and said, "I saw you here last month, with that cute red-head. Are you and him together?"

I nodded my head and said, "What about you?"

"Yeah, he's here somewhere; probably getting his cock sucked by someone, the pig", and then he laughed, and it was a deep infectious laugh that made a few of the guys surrounding us look over. "Hey want to know something really kinky about me and him?"

"Sure, why not", I said smiling and putting out my cigarette.

"He was my phys ed teacher in 11th and 12th grade! He picked me up at a bar about two months after graduation!"

"Wow!" I said genuinely impressed, "That is so 'Front Runner' ".

He stared at me blankly.

"The Front Runner, the book by Patricia Nell Warren?" I said looking for recognition.


He shook his head, "Sorry, don't know it."

"How old are you, Elliot?" I asked smirking.

"Just turned 19 last week".

"Well, that explains it, then". And then I gave him a quick run down of the novel about the coach and student and their tragic love affair. "When I hear stories like that, it makes me sad that I missed the 70's - it must have been wild back then."

"It was", I said absently.

"Hey, how old are you?" He asked suddenly.

"31", I replied.

His left eyebrow leaped and he said, "I love older men," then he sprang from his seat and pulled me up, we embraced and made our way to a corner - face to face, his blue eyes looking straight into mine, his cock pushing through his shorts, he whispered, "I wish you could fuck me."

"I wish I could too, but you know, man, It's a different time, we cant be...", his hands came up and he grabbed onto my nipples pinching them so hard that I jerked back a bit. I brought my arms around him and pulled him closer and kissed him. He tasted of soda and cigarettes... then he pulled back a little and bit me lightly on the neck and said in a gasp, "You are so fucking hot, grab my dick", and I did, and we moved in as close as we could, my hand pulling his cock from his shorts, his hands freeing mine from my jeans and we yanked each other off until he said, "I want to suck you off, now." I stepped back and watched as he pulled something from his shorts pocket. It was a condom that that he expertly tore from the package using his teeth, and then slipped over my cock.

Then he got on his knees and attacked my cock like a wild dog. It felt good, and so I closed my eyes for a second and then went with it. While he sucked, his hands held tightly to my ass and he pushed me in closer - the kid was energetic, that's for sure. While he was blowing me I glanced around the dimly lit room and saw men engaging in all sorts of play ... there were a bunch of guys huddled together making out, and three guys sitting on a sofa jerking off while a cute little blond kid stood in front of them slowly taking his clothes off, in the back of the room, I caught site of Karl dry humping Jon while he was braced against the wall, Near the bar, A guy was strung up while a group of men took turns paddling his ass with a belt; I wondered where Rick was and then I caught site of him, head thrown back, a look of ecstasy on his face; someone, I could not tell if it was Zane, was giving him head.

Just then Elliot stopped and stood up, once more embracing me, kissing me, he pushed my head to his chest and I lapped up the sweat from his chest hair, and then began sucking on his left tit, he moaned loudly and shook a bit.

I looked up for a second to kiss him again, and out of the corner of my eye I saw an older man, maybe 45 or thereabouts, his handsome face outlined with a salt and pepper beard, his muscular body covered with silver fur - I instantly dubbed him, The Gray Wolf. He was watching the both of us while he jacked his cock. I loved that we were turning this guy on.

Then Elliot's hands grabbed my head and he pushed me down to his cock. I don't know when he did it, but his cock was covered in a condom already. I opened up and gave the kid the best blow job I could and while I was doing it, I threw in a little treat by worming a finger into his tight asshole.

He let out a war cry howl and I felt his body shake again.

When I decided that he'd enough of my mouth and I pulled back, I noted that the Gray Wolf was standing next to us know - this man was devastatingly handsome, like a movie star. His dark eyes glinted in the dim light, his lips a half smile, his body sheer perfection.

Elliot did not seem to notice and we were kissing again. And suddenly I felt a hand on my back, slowly moving down to my ass. Then I felt my self being fingered. Before I could react, the Gray Wolf had moved and was behind Elliot and he brought his arms around him, and then me, bringing the three of us in . I watched for a second as The Gray Wolf bit Elliot on the neck and the kid closed his eyes in bliss ... and then like that, The Wolf was gone.

"Hot huh?" he said pausing for a second, and then once more we were face to face, the both of us jerking off, condoms discarded, our cocks leaking juice all over the floor. He stepped back and said, breathlessly, "I really wish you could fuck me, but times have changed"... he tried to catch his breath now, and his face was going red. I said, "I know man", equally as winded. We continued jerking, casting glances at each other... we were now standing directly in front of each other, our cocks aimed like guns, like cowboys about to shoot...

Elliot stood in front of me, I rested my left hand on his shoulder, and he rested his on mine. We faced each other jerking our cocks. "Today you have to be careful", he said, breathing heavily. "I know", I said as I felt my loins tense, "I love my boyfriend, but sometimes..." I shot my load on his chest and then he threw his head back, his cum flying projectile onto me, "I love my boyfriend too", he said trying to catch his breath...

Neither of us said anything else as the last few drops of cum fell to the ground, but once more we fell into each others arms, our torsos covered in the other's jizz, we held each other sticky and sweaty and finally he whispered, "Thank you".

As I reached down to hitch my jeans up, I watched him casually stroll off, holding his shorts in his hand, to the rest room. Then I looked down at my chest and realized I'd better do the same.



TO BE CONTINUED

And In The End...

It's been both fun and somewhat therapeutic keeping this blog for the past couple of years, but for the most part the tales have been told and the story is over.

For those of you that need resolution, this is for you.

Andy: is alive and well and living in New York City. He owns a small successful business and has been in a committed relationship for almost ten years now. We see each other about twice a year.

Stu: passed away this past March. His sister called to give me the news. He committed suicide, there was no note and those close to him say that they had no idea what might have caused him to do this. In keeping with his wishes, there was no ceremony. He had been living in New England doing freelance illustrating as well as computer graphics at the time of his death.

Needless to say, I was devastated when I heard this. He was my first true love.

I hope he has found peace.

Chris: has been married three times. He has two daughters from his first and second marriage. He is currently divorced and still lives in Colorado where he manages a software distribution company.

I got an email from him when Stu died, it was the first time I had heard from him since 1986. He asked me to come see him in Colorado. I turned down his invitation but wished him well.

Van: still works with me. He is doing very well and recently met a guy that he is head over heels for (took him long enough!).

Aaron: I only heard from Aaron once after my time in L.A., and that was a phone call in early 1978. I have no idea what became of him. I hope he is well and happy.

Jon: moved to Europe in the early 90's and last I heard, he is now living happily in London working for the BBC.

Rick: and I are still together. He is still the most beautiful guy I have ever met, and has been my rock these many years. He hates this blog, by the way, and is always threatening to delete it!

Be that as it may, we have now been together for over twenty years - which has got to be some kind of record for a gay couple. I still love him like I've never loved anyone. He is one in a million and I am damn lucky to have him.


and that, as they say. is that.

Thanks for reading the Milkman's Baby.

Triad

I held the back of Jon's head firmly as he sucked me off. His tongue lapping and assaulting my prick, saliva dripping from his mouth to his chin and landing onto his chest. He gagged often, but never stopped and when he put his hands on my ass and pulled me forward, I threw my head back and gasped in pleasure.

Then I began fucking his face in earnest, wanting nothing more than to cum in his mouth and have him drink my spunk.

Just then, my eye caught Rick, who was sitting on a chair by the wall; his cock was at full staff as he stroked it, his reddish hair covered in sweat, his chest glistening in the late twilight that filled the room.

When I locked eyes with him I felt myself explode in pleasure and shot, as I wanted to, my load into Jon. I cried out an obscenity and closed my eyes. When I opened them, I saw Rick in the the throws of an orgasm, his seed flying up into the air, his face gone all scarlet, and as he moaned in pleasure, I took my cock out of Jon's mouth and made the last few drops of jizz land on the beautiful little stud's face.

In the spring of 1988, Rick and I were very much a couple, but it was becoming clear that Jon was more than just a fuck buddy to the both of us; and so, for a time, we sort of formed a three-some, a triad, a triangle of lovers.

Sometimes I felt that my heart was being tugged in two different directions, as both Rick and Jon had found corners of it to occupy. Of course, the old open-minded hippie in me said "go with it", but the sensible 1980's version of me thought, "this will never do".

But when you have two horny guys at your beck and call, the sex is great...and sometimes that is enough to justify anything.

Like the first time I watched as Jon topped Rick and fucked him ... as I lay sprawled out on the bed stroking my aching cock, I witnessed a first. Rick had never been fucked by Jon before, but at my coaxing he agreed, and Jon served up a severe ass pounding that left Rick sore for days. Of course, I knew that Rick dug pain, and he was also into humiliation scenes, so I egged on Jon as best I could, and the kid did not disappoint.

Of course after Jon shot his load up Rick's tender ass, I threw the top man down and plowed him and had Rick fuck his face...and as we both reached an orgasm, we leaned into each other and kissed passionately as Jon took two loads, one up the ass and one in his mouth...

When the boys were feeling particularly randy, they'd both attack me, and I always gave in. One of them would go at my cock, sucking me off for all he was worth, while the other would bite at my nipples driving me to a point of sheer carnal overload. Often during these scenes, I'd fuck both of them, staring with Jon's tight ass, and finishing up in Rick's beautiful butt and then we'd collapsing into a pile while they both jerked off covering the three of us in gallons of sticky seed.

I loved to fuck Jon while Rick was watching. I don't know why, but this always turned me on. Usually, Rick would be at my side kissing me in that intense style of his, or fondling my ass, or stroking my nuts while I plowed his buddy. More often than not, just as I was about to cum, he'd get behind me and shove his cock up my ass just at the right time, and I shoot a monster load while my lover pounded me like a crazed jack-rabbit.

Sex aside, there is something else pleasurable about a three-way; it's that special feeling that happens in the morning when one wakes up with a lover on either side. It banishes all doubt about what is acceptable, it reveals the possibility of what can be with an open heart as well as an open mind...

...but how long could this Utopian relationship last?