Making Punks

Back when I was in college with Chris, one of the things we both agreed on is that we'd never back down from anything or anyone ,with in reason, if our sex lives every became an issue. Luckily, our school was such that those that noticed did not seem to care, and to everyone else, we were just two more anonymous students.

We only had a problem this one time. It was early in the spring semester of our sophomore year. There were these two guys on our floor at Munster Hall; Jake and Kyle Bronson. They were brothers, a couple of golden boys. Blond hair, blue eyes, real ladies men... as well as a couple of real tools. Word got around that Kyle had date-raped some girl on campus and that when she tried to press charges, Bronson's parents had paid her off. She left school and was never seen or heard from again. Her name was Tracy White.

To some at our school, this was a badge of honor; to the rest of us, it made us hate these two cocky bastards with such intensity it was palatable. There were two camps here at school; Pro Bronson and Con Bronson.

So anyway, it was late this one night. I had been studying since after dinner and my eyes were bleary from reading text books and highlighting needed passages. Chris, who had been in soccer practice earlier, was on his bed, a statistics book cracked and his face buried in it.

At around midnight I closed my book and, feeling like I needed some fun, climbed into bed with Chris and grabbed his crotch. He smiled closing his book and returned the favor, massaging my already hard cock through my pants. We did not say a word but just pulled our dicks out and began jerking off; checking each other out and working our pricks for all they were worth...

... that's when our dorm door flew open and there stood the Bronson brothers smiling like a couple of fools.

"Hey, look at the faggots," Kyle said as his brother pushed forward and rushed us climbing on to the bed.

Honestly, it happened so quick I kind of had a hard time digesting it. The both of them were on top of us, trying to get in some punches and talking trash.

It took a second for surprise to turn to rage, and I shot up and managed to throw Jake on to the floor and then jumped him and sucker punched him in the gut with everything I had. The blond cried out and said, "Fucking faggot!!" I pulled back and hit him with a mean right hook in the jaw that shut him up; a small trickle of blood coming from his lips.

I turned and saw Chris had Kyle on his stomach and was twisting his arm behind his back. The guy was bucking and yelling but Chris kept his arm locked and was in fact pulling his forearm up even further. Seeing that Jake was momentarily not a problem, I went over to assist my buddy and yelled out, "Chris, give him to me, let me hold this bastard so you can teach him a lesson".

Chris jumped up and Kyle fell off the bed and I pulled him up by his hair and then put him in a full nelson, meanwhile Chris got to his feet, and assumed his boxing stance and threw a couple of punches at Kyle's mid section with such force, even I felt them. Then Chris pulled back hit Kyle square in the jaw with a wicked round house punch. I let go of the fucker and he flew across the room on top of his still prone brother.

The Bronson boys lay on the floor gasping for air while Chris and I stood over them. Our cocks still stiff and poking out of our pants.

Years of wrestling with each other and playing sex games had pretty much made us experts at inflicting pain, furthermore we knew it was time that we turn the tables on these two fucking straight boys and show them what it felt like to be used and abused.

We took our shirts off first and saw the brother's eyes grow wide as we told them that we were going to fuck their asses, and when Chris planted his foot on Kyle's chest and flexed a victory pose, well that was the cherry on top of the cake.

Jake was the first one to plead with us; "Come on guys, it was just a joke, we didn't mean anything, come on let us go, it's cool!"

Chris gave Jake a fierce open handed slap across his baby face and said, "Yeah, great joke, just like the one your fucking brother pulled on Tracy White!"

That shut Jake up but Kyle still had something to say; "Hey you better hope nobody finds out what happens here ... or it'll..." he paused.

"It'll what?" I asked stroking my cock, "Come on tough guy, what are you going to do?"

Chris winked at me and we went at it...

... first we tore their clothes off, every stitch they had and, damn, but the Bronson brothers were a couple of hot pieces, that's for sure, then we got some rope and tyed their arms behind their backs and lay them face down on the floor ... lastly we gagged the both of them with their own t-shirts ...The Bronson boys were secure, they were not going anywhere. Before we did anything else we checked the hall outside our door and saw it was empty, and then we took their clothes and put them into the trash chute that led to the furnace... shoes, and wallets and car keys went down in flames. We high fived each other, went back to our room and locked the door.

The first thing we did with our punks is taunt them. Chris asked them if they'd ever been fucked...of course they could not answer ... and then I asked them if they'd ever been dry fucked ... they squirmed and their tight little blond asses looked so inviting as they tried to free themselves ... Chris went to the closet and took a couple of belts out and we wasted no time tanning their hides, deep down, I could feel an evil sadistic side of me bloom, I mean these fuckers deserved everything they were getting, but still It felt so fucking empowering beating them senseless...

... We took turns assaulting their asses with the leather straps, twenty rounds and then switching off...they were both sobbing like little children - muffled pleadings issuing forth- but it was all for naught; Chris and I were going to fuck them.

With out the benefit of spit or lube, it was a tough fit, but we mounted the squirming bastards and we pumped them for all we were worth.

Every now and again we'd pause, catch our breath and lean over and kiss each other.

Chris was fucking Kyle and I was fucking Jake.

Then we switched.

I remember saying, as I entered Kyle, "Nice ass punk, tight like a virgin pussy".

Chris yelled out, come on man, let's come all over their faces.

We pulled out of them and flipped them over, straddled their chests and jerked off until we both came...cum sprayed all over the bruised bodies of the Bronson brothers...

When we where done we stood over them and Chris spat on Kyle and said, "I hope you fuckers have learned your lesson..." Kyle nodded, his eyes red from crying. I looked and saw his brother do the same.

Chris went into the bathroom first and washed and dressed while I kept an eye on the punks, and then I did the same, dressed and cleaned up.

We untied the both of them, helped them to their feet. Any fight or cocky attitude these guys may have had was all gone as we showed them to the door and threw them out into the hall, naked and battered, and locked the door behind them...

Honestly, we were a bit scared after the adrenaline rush finally wore off. We talked about the possibility of police and other things... but in the end...

... The Bronson Brothers left our school two days after they were punked. Word went around campus that they decided to go to school out west...somewhere...

... whatever.

All Souls Night

I was outside under a blood red full moon and I was fucking some guy I did not even know. In fact I didn’t even know his name; I think it might have been Fred, or maybe Ed. I did know that he lived a few miles from the house Stu and I were sharing; I also knew he was digging the fuck I was throwing into him, he was begging me to go in deeper and he kept saying, “Oh man, this is so fucking awesome” … he was stoned; we were all stoned … that group of guys in the field behind our house that Halloween night in 1977.

It was Stu’s idea to host a little Halloween get together. Chris and Andy were the first to show up, and then Mitch came. Lately, Mitch was always around, that hot little beautiful guy who was a mix of Italian and Spanish and American Indian … in fact I knew that he and Stu were more than just mere fuck buddies lately, and it saddened me that my relationship with Stu was obviously coming to an end, but what could I expect? He had always been a free spirit, and you can’t pin his type down, but still, I had something of a heavy heart as I knew which way the wind was blowing.

Later on, a group of guys from the Jasper Commune, a group of hippies that lived a few miles from us, showed up. We’d become friendly with most of the men from this farm. They raised sheep and chickens and did all of this organic farming. Most of them were long haired earthy types and as hard working as they were (and they were, trust me) they were always ready to smoke a joint or go for a roll in the hay. I really don’t know if these guys identified as gay, not that I cared, but they were a frisky, friendly bunch and I liked them.

Well It did not take long for our little function to turn into a sex party. Stu was sitting on a an easy chair by the front door stroking his cock after smoking a bowl of some righteous Colombian weed one of the guys from Jasper had brought, Blue Oyster Cult was playing on the stereo, Don't Fear the Reaper echoed through All Souls Night and my boyfriend was waving his cock around asking if someone wanted to suck him off. I stood up and before anyone could say or do anything I said, "OK, let's take this outside, to the field behind the house, let's have our own little pagan fuck fest!"

One of the guys from Jasper, Fred or Ed yelled out, "Cool, fucking in the moonlight, I can dig it", and faster than you could have said, Trick or Treat, the field behind our home was filled with horny men.

A small bonfire was built and one of the Jasper guys, this gorgeous stud who called him self, Dog, was naked dancing around the fire like some kind of shaman. His long hair flowed behind him as he got in tune with the spirits of the night. Just then someone came up behind me and put his arms around me. I could tell he was as tall as I was. He smelled of something flowery, I was not sure what it was. I turned and saw this sweet faced guy with a mop of unruly dirty blond hair in curls that framed his face so that he looked like a painting of some woodland spirit. His bare chest adorned with tattoos and around his neck he wore a six pointed star, a pentagram and he took me in his arms and swept up and began to clumsily but enthusiasticly kiss me. I grew hard in his arms and we ground our hips into each other there in the cool night air.

A blanket spread beneath us, it was not long before he lay with his legs spread and I entered his tight ass. The moon light bathed him in a strange muted orange glow and his eyes reflected that light. I fucked him with wild abandon while his hands reached up and grabbed at my biceps. I threw my head back for a second, catching a glimpse of that monstrous moon that hung over head and then I looked down and over and saw that Stu and Mitch were double fucking some guy near the bonfire. The site of them going at it with this other guy filled me with so many conflicted feelings; it also made me more excited so that when I turned my attention back to Fred, or Ed, I saw that I was pounding him so hard now that he and I were pretty much off edge of the blanket and on the cool damp grass. He said, "Oh man this is so fucking awesome", and I agreed it was.

Just then someone came and crouched down by us. It was Andy. His cock was stiff and dripping, I looked over and smiled at my old friend and he leaned over and kissed me on the mouth. I motioned to Fred, or Ed's ass and said, "Want some, bro?" and then let the little stud take over. He power fucked Fred, or Ed and frankly I don't think the hippie had any idea that somebody new was doing him. I stayed with them for a few minutes just digging the scene and then strolled over to the barn where I found Chris, ever the Alpha Male, fucking the brains out of some guy on the sling. I did not go in the barn, instead I just watched as Chris did his lust dance-watching while his body moved in that strange way it did when he was getting off. I stroked my own cock while doing the voyeur thing and then I was joined by Dog who was standing next to me. From the barn's diffused light I could make out his face, movie star like in it's perfection, his hair auburn and just the faintest trace of facial hair at his chin. We kissed and groped each other and he got down on his knees and began to suck me off. I rested my hands on his head and pulled him to me and felt as his fingers traced the outline of my ass while he blew me. Once again, I through my head back and saw that moon it was so bright and it seemed so big - was it really that big all of the time?

Dog stopped and stood up and we kissed again and then I dropped to my knees to give him head. His cock tasted like honey, really like it had been dipped in something sweet. I made my tongue flat and let him go in as deep as he could and I reached up with my left arm and grabbed at his left tit and gave it a pinch and he let out an approving sigh and then pulled me off his cock and for the third time we kissed again. This time we just faced each other, our cocks touching and we smiled at each other and he said, "Moon brother" in a soft sensual voice, "Your smile is hiding something", and he was right it was, and I wanted to tell him what I was feeling but before I could say anything he motioned to the barn and to Chris and said, "He's your real soul-brother, you guys have this link, I can feel it..." I shook when he said this and Dog took me in his arms and held me gently and said, "In time, brother, all be well in time", and then he kissed me one more time and said softly, "Go to him, tell him how you really feel", and with that he faded back into the night...

I stood stock still for a second, another of the Jasper men came up to me, a short, wiry guy with a very muscular build, this was the one they called, "Monster", he was naked except for an opened fringe vest and he fished into the pocket of the vest and produced a joint which he lit and then handed to me. I inhaled, deeply, letting the smoke fill my lungs, I felt Monster gently touch my chest, his fingers lightly flicking at my erect nipples; I handed the jay back to him. Monster had a scar on his left cheek it betrayed his pre-hippie life I supposed (a knife fight or something, I never asked). Monster put the joint in his mouth, lit end first and pulled me forward and gave me a power hit. Once more I inhaled the smoke. This time it was hot, it burned my lungs... Monster took the lit joint from his mouth then crushed it out and slipped it back in his vest pocket and said, "Come on, looks liken orgy going on over there", and he pointed to the heap of bodies by the bonfire; asses rising up and down, moans and muffled groans, arms and legs akimbo ... I followed him to the seemingly pulsating mountain of flesh.

At the bonfire mouths and hands and asses were offered around. Someone had grabbed at my cock and I closed my eyes and let myself be pulled into the pile of men. I was on my back, somebody was sucking at my cock and someone else was sucking on my left nipple, a hand was massaging my balls and when I opened my eyes I saw a group of wild creatures, not quite men, not really animals cavorting above and besides me, the fire turning them all into orange skinned daemons ... I felt a cock enter my ass while someone lifted my thighs to meet this lover's dick...I was numb from the pot and yet, at the same time, every nerve in my body seemed to be sparking with some kind of electric spasm. One of the Jasper men, a slim guy with shoulder length hair was fucking me now ... he was good ... I saw Monster kiss him and then I saw Dog standing over me, his cock a silhouette thanks to that bloody moon, I watched his precum drip and I opened my mouth in hopes of catching some of it ... Stu was on his back next to me and Mitch was fucking him ... Andy and Fred , or Ed, were standing next to the guy fucking me ... Andy moved and sat on my chest, his cock stiff, and he played with my nipples some and then laid across me and filled my mouth with his cock ... I sucked my buddy off and he moaned in grateful appreciation, and then we all moved, like some kind of mini quake had occurred and I was lifted up and someone was kissing me and holding me around the waist and I found myself kneeling over the raised ass of Mitch and I plunged my cock into his tight, hard ass and secretly felt much delight when the bastard cried out in pain ... and some one was next to me and I turned and saw it was Chris, his thick dark curly hair slicked back into something of a pompadour, and he was fucking Stu, and Stu was crying out also and Chris kept slapping his ass, and the crack sound it made whenever he did this echoed through the night. All around us the others were doing the same. All of these beautiful men fucking each other and the light of Diana high above, the mute witness to this pagan celebration of Halloween Night.

Chris leaned over and kissed me and then told me to pull out and switch with him and I did, and now I was fucking Stu while he took care of Mitch. I followed my buddy's lead and we kept it up even when they screamed, and they did scream, we fucked them even harder and when we came it was at the same time and I think I might have howled, head straight up at that moon when I did and Chris might have done the same thing and when we finished, our seed deep inside our two prone partners, we feel into each others arms and we kissed and we kissed and we kissed...

Like drunken sailors we helped each other up and pulled back from the orgy which was still going on; the Jasper guys were now taking turns at Stu and Mitch's upturned asses and Andy was off to the side wrapped in the arms of Fred, or Ed. Chris led me away and as we moved on I saw Dog look up from the pile of men and he gave me a smile and winked and mouthed, "Moon brother" again...

We found a couple of blankets in the barn and wrapped ourselves up in them and walked over to a clearing in the field and made ourselves comfortable. Then we lay together looking up at that moon and said nothing eventually we feel asleep in each others arms...

White Tights, White Heat

Being a wrestling fan, I wanted nothing more than meet, wrestle, and fuck Tom Zenk - The Z Man.

He reminded me of Stu (the hair), Andy (the face), and Chris (the body). He was the total package as far as I was concerned. I jerked off to video tapes of his wrestling matches back in the day, more than I did to any porno tape. Sometimes I imagined swallowing his cock, or sucking his nipples.
Sometime I dreamt of getting fucked by him; of having him bang me in to next week. Other times, I imagined fucking him, making him beg for mercy, having him plead with me, making him scream...He was, in my opinion, one of the most beautiful men ever to grace the television screen in the 1980's.
I wonder what how his sweat tasted...

Three Way Trick, Three Way Treat

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

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

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


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

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

We kissed one long wet and sloppy one.

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

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

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

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

Van kept sucking.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Rick was pounding Van into submission also.

“Fuck his ass”, I commanded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Life was perfect…

Love on a Winter’s Morning.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I loved him so much.

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

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

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

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

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

No words for at least ten minutes.

And then,

“Let’s get some coffee”, he said.

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

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

And I took his hand and got out of bed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hungry”? I asked.

“Famished”, he replied.

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

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

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

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

“Say whatever happened to your friend in Denver?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

“Careful what you wish for”, he snorted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Undo my pants, man”, I directed him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Our future…

TO BE CONTINUED…

The Return of My Sweet Hitchhiker (part 1)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

TO BE CONTINUED….

Love Hurts

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Make It About Revenge Then

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

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

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

We were all so connected.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

Summer of Stu (1)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sweet Relief

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Just kind of jumpy is all.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

American Sexual Psychos

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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