Turnabout is Fair Play

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What?" I asked the darkness.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fucking His Ass

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

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

Have I talked about his beautiful ass?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sucking His Cock

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

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

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

Back to that cock.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Last Time

December 28th 1984.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Clash of the Titans

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

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

Until...

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

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

"YO! NEED A THIRD!?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I submit!!!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

Twenty-Eight at Ring Side

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

___

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

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

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

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

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…