Sucking in the Seventies

Most gay men learn how to give head early on. If you were as lucky as I was, and had a group of like minded guys around you, then learning was half the fun. With out my "brothers" (Andy, Stu and Chris), I'd have been one miserable gay boy back in the 70's.

Cock sucking is an art, don't let anyone tell you otherwise. If you can't do it right, if your heart's not into it, then you might as well hang it up. Furthermore, if you can't enjoy getting a blow job, then do the same.

Hang it up.

I learned how to give and get head from my buddy, Stu.

We began while we both were still in high school. After classes were through for the day, we'd often spend time in his basement, smoking weed, listening to rock and roll albums, and sucking each other's dicks.

Stu was advanced, not only was he into head, but he also turned me on to nipple play and kissing. My god he kissed beautifully. Beyond that he taught me that cock sucking was more than just a physical act, it was soulful and something to savor.

Often while sucking Stu, he'd say, "Slow down, not so fast." And he'd direct my hands to his every present erect nipples and tell me to pinch them while I sucked.

As time passed, I looked forward to giving him blow jobs, he always smelled faintly of musk and when I'd busy myself at his stalk, I'd breath deep his scent and it would make me high.

He always shot his load in my mouth, and I always swallowed it. It was salty and warm and I loved the after-taste.

Stu would return the gift by going down on me, slowly starting at the head of my cock and then leisurely working his way down to the base, my pubic hair would be covered in his saliva as the tip of his tongue traced my length and I would moan in exquisite pleasure until the moment he'd bring me to climax. Often he'd go for my tits just as I was about to cum and the sensation would drive me to insane bursts of pleasure.

Our sessions were always followed by long, luxurious, sensual kisses where we'd taste each other's juice on our tongues ... is it any wonder he was the first guy I ever really fell in love with. Even as we moved on to other forms of sexual expressions, with Stu it was always a slow burn that lead to mind blowing orgasms.


Andy was the resident jack-rabbit, he was quick and enthusiastic and loved the pay off more than anything.

I remember one time, I'd barely got my mouth around his cock when he shot his load. We'd laugh about this, but it was true. I used to joke that all you had to do with him was breathe on his cock and he'd cum.

When he managed to last, I could expect a quick and energetic face fuck that would be followed by him usually grabbing his cock and jerking off to climax.

Conversely, when Andy sucked, he did it with the same abandon. I think that's why he he was our go-to-guy when you just needed to bust a nut. He'd wrap his lips around the head of your cock and go at it like a mad man.

Andy loved "back alley blow jobs"; that is giving and getting head in an out of the way place. One time he sucked me off in a movie theater, and Chris was always inviting him to the gym locker room for a quickie.


As for Chris; he was the Alpha male so cock sucking was always a rough sport, giving or getting. I remember that he liked to shove my head down on his cock, and he took particular pleasure in making me (or anyone else) gag on his member.

Often he enjoyed laying flat having his cock worshiped all the while he'd be coaxing his partner to "suck that big cock" or some other porn-star line.

Chris was also fond of face fucking. He'd have me lay flat and then lay longways, ramming his cock in my mouth while he sort of did push-ups.

While he sometimes would cum in my mouth, he loved to pull out and shoot it all over my face.

When Chris gave head, it was just as intense. He'd start by grabbing my nuts and squeezing them tightly and then he'd open wide and go for the full package, roughly sucking away on my member and maybe even lightly biting at the base of my cock. He also like to finger my ass when sucking me off; man that could be mind numbing just as your about to shoot.


Last, but by no means least, I'd be remiss not to mention my sweet Aaron; my lover from the City of Angels, my hustling partner during that long lost weekend in Sin City...

Aaron seemed to be a never ending bag of surprises when it came to sex, and cock sucking was one of his specialties. He once said to me, "Brother, you can get rich in this town if you can make a guy cum while blowing him".

Man, he was right about that one.

I remember the first time I sucked his cock and how he responded with surprise and asked me where I learned to be so good at fellatio.

Aaron enjoyed standing and lowering his penis to my mouth, often it would be dripping with precum and I'd let it drip on to my lips and then I'd open my mouth and the same would happen to my tounge. Then I'd relax and let him slip in and then slowly I'd let my tounge work the underside of his member and then I'd swallow and he'd shudder .

One time he asked me how many times I watched "Deep Throat". I took that as a compliment from him, considering he'd been professionally sucking cock for years.

Of course when he gave head, it was a fucking religious experience. There was nothing his partner had to do but lay back and let the master drive. Aaron took me over the rainbow and down the rabbit hole each and every time he sucked my cock.

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Back in Jersey, many was the time when me and the boys would end a session with a group blow job. That is, one of us would take turns sucking all of the others off.

One time, I recall, I was the one giving head and in a dizzying adventure I took three different cocks in my mouth, switching off enjoying the taste and texture of each one, just waiting for my brothers to blow their loads. For a lapsed Catholic, it was like communion, only much better!

And if I was one of the ones getting head, then it was just as good knowing that my cock was going to get serviced and that I was in good company with my blow job brothers...all of us...

...sucking in the seventies.

O Cum All Ye Faithful II

O Holy Fuck

With dinner prep done, Rick and I made our way into the bedroom once more and this time, he drew the drapes against the dull winter morning light leaving the curtain just slightly ajar so that a shaft of grayish blue daytime sliced the darkness.

We were naked and embraced each other. A slight kiss exchanged and then we stood facing each other. Hands at each other's nipples, pulling and pinching the sensitive nubs while our cocks bobbed and the heads, already wet with precum, kept bumping into each other.

Finally, unable to resist, we reached for each other's cocks and began jerking each other off. With a free arm, I reached behind him and pulled him in close to me and bit his neck which made him groan and then I whispered, "Come on, red, fuck me."

I lay flat on the bed, my butt raised and moaned as Rick fingered my eager hole. He said nothing as he replaced his finger with his cock, but I let out a proclamation yelling, "O holy fuck, that cock!" And with that, he slid all the way in, taking my breath away for a second, and then proceeded to fuck me like a horny bunny.

I bit down on the pillow until the pain subsided and slowly morphed into pleasure and egged him on saying, "Come on bastard, harder!"

Son of a bitch, but he went faster and harder and I loved it, laughing and saying, "Yeah, babe, that's what I'm talkin' bout!"

He slapped my ass a couple of times and then reached under me and found my tits and began pinching them while he continued pummeling me. The combination of sensations, always a favorite of mine, sent me over the moon ... then I heard him begin to mutter my name and he said, "I'm gonna' cum inside of you", his voice flat and rushed. Then I felt his white hot juice shoot into me and he started groaning in pleasure, never letting go of my nipples...

After he came, he pulled out of me and said, "Quick, now fuck me, hard, cum in my ass."

I needed no more direction, and immediately threw my little red head onto his back, lifted his legs up, spit on my cock for lubrication and shoved myself inside of him. His eyes grew wide as I looked down on him and his mouth opened in a silent scream.

I might have only fucked him for a minute or so when I felt my own orgasm come up and as I shot my jizz into his asshole, he reached up and grabbed savagely at my tits and pulled them and I threw my head back and growled as I closed my eyes and felt fireworks explode in my brain.

At the peak I fell forward onto him and as my least seizure of pleasure hit, once more I was kissing him...and he put his arms around me and held me tightly and said that he loved me...

...and I told him the same, and I did. I loved him like I never loved anyone in my 29 years.

Here We Come a Wassailing

After a shower, we dressed and then decided to walk over to the cafe' that Jon worked at.

It was still snowing, though the wind had died down. The downtown mall was lit with millions of holiday lights, and everything looked like a scene from a movie.

At the cafe, we parked ourselves at a small rickety table near a pot-belly stove and split a copy of the Daily Camera while we waited for our coffee to arrive.

"Ricky, man, look at your neck, was Dracula in town?", Jon sarcastically said as he placed a couple of steaming mugs of coffee on the table. Rick self consciously adjusted his collar and blushed and then Jon added, "Can't leave you two alone for a minute," and he winked at me and went back to the rather crowded espresso bar to tend to the other customers.

I reached under the table and gave his crotch a squeeze and he smiled at me and mouthed, "I love you".

"Same here," I said out loud. Then we drank our coffee and made plans to call our respective families to wish them the best.



Outside the cafe, we waited on Jon, who true to his word, was ready to go at 12:30. He joined us on the snowy street in his leather jacket, wool cap and scarf, beaming brightly he said, "I think this is turning out to be one of the best Christmas's ever, thanks guys!"



And as we trudged back home, Rick started singing, "Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer", then Jon joined in, and finally so did I; and as we made our way up Pine Street a little girl who was building a snowman on her lawn cried out, "That's my favorite song in the whole wide world!", so we sang even louder as the little girl danced around her half finished snowman. Soon her mother peaked her head out the front door to see what all the commotion was and when she heard us singing she roared with laughter saying, "Come on fellows, don't encourage her, she sings that song all year long!"



"Mommy!" the little girl cried out, "Don't tell them that, it's our secret!"



We waved goodbye, the three of us smiling like fools and continued on up the block, the little girl's high pitched voice carrying into the snowy afternoon.



Here We Cum a Wrestling

Back at the apartment, Rick went into the bedroom to use the phone to call his mother and father while Jon gave me a hand with the turkey which turned out to be half way done.


"Dinner should be ready by five", I said.


"It smells wonderful, kind of like what my grandmother in White Plains house smelled like on Christmas."


"So you're from Upstate New York?"

He nodded his head and added, "Born and bred."

And then we talked about his family and my family and then I said, "You know, I've been meaning to ask you something."

He looked up from the sink where he had been pouring a glass of water and smiled.


"Remember when I first met you?"


"Shit, how can I forget that night?", he smiled wickedly.


"Where did you learn all of those moves, I mean you flew around that ring like Kid Lightning."


"Hold on", he said exiting the kitchen, and then he called out from the living room, "Come here".
He was holding a copy of his yearbook and pointed to a picture of him in a wrestling singlet, "Wrestled light weight in my junior and senior year."



"Hot damn," I said checking out the picture, "You sure filled a singlet out nicely".

****

Later on after I called my family, I found the boys in the living room eyeing the gifts and said, "Can't you guys wait until morning?", and with that I pulled out two small boxes and handed them over to them.


Rick roared with laughter when he opened his, "A pair of Speedos", and then he checked the label, "one size too small, you fucking pervert!" Jon laughed also, but it did not take them long to undress and try them on.


Frankly, they looked great suited up and Rick, ever the comedian, began strutting across the living room floor, flexing his muscles and shaking his ass, "Think I can get a summer job at Chippendale's?" he asked as he shook his basket in my face.


"Well, I'd stuff your tights with tens and twenties."


Then Jon said, "Screw that, nobody wants a pale skinny boy when they can feast their eyes on this ass", and he shook his money maker like a two bit stripper and Rick reached over and gave him a slap on his butt.


And then they turned to me and Rick said, "Hey, no fair, you need to join in the fun." So I stripped down to my briefs and said, "This is the best I could come up with" and shoved Rick down on his knees, rubbing my crotch in his face as Jon laughed.

Rick pushed back and got to his feet and said in a mock threat, "Oh yeah, wanna go a few rounds with Ricky the Crippler?"

And with that I charged him and scooped him up and threw him over my shoulder like a sack of mail. Jon laughed out loud and joined in, coming up behind Rick and giving his nuts a squeeze while I held him.

"Oh you are gonna' pay man!" Rick said laughing, as I tossed him on the sofa and then watched as Jon dived on top of him and the two of them went at it rolling about the floor trying to best the other. I marveled over their slim but sinewy bodies as they groped and grabbed at each other, noting that both of them were sporting hardons that showed plainly through the Speedos they wore.

Now I sat back on the sofa and stroked my cock absent mindedly through my underwear as Jon got Rick into a full nelson, and then a figure four leg lock that actually made him cry out in pain...I knew what was coming next, I had trained Rick well and when he needed to, he could be a tough mother fucker; and he proved me right when he landed a clean round house right into Jon's bread basket sending him to the floor sprawled and dazed. It was clear that Jon and his Greco/Roman skills were no match for Rick and his bag of dirty tricks, and In an odd way that made me proud of him.

Eventually Rick had Jon from behind and began working on his cock and balls in earnest making him plead and moan as he squeezed and pulled at the spandex enclosed goodies of Jon's.

"Say it!" Rick demeaned and Jon cried out, "I give!" and with that he released his buddy and stood above him full of cocky pride as he adjusted his cock through his tights. As he strutted across the floor he gave me a thumbs up and said, "He's all yours man."

I made my way off the sofa and was surprised to find Jon still ready to rumble some.

The kid was surprisingly strong and energetic, and at one point he had his legs tightly wrapped around my neck so that I could plainly see his leaking cock bulging full mast through the Speedos. I reached up and grabbed his balls and he screamed out in pain and then I flipped him over and brought his left arm behind his back, twisting it almost fully up and in until once more, Jon gave in.

Rick hit the floor in front of us and pounded it three times with the palm of his hand and then lifted my arm up in victory.

We were both pretty sweaty as we kissed each other, and I paused for a second and yanked Jon up from the floor to join us. Now the three of us kissed , our tongues slamming into each other and our arms forming a protective barrier, a circle of togetherness. Jon was also covered in sweat and I tasted his salty flavor as I licked his neck and then I felt Rick sucking on my left tit while Jon was groping at my cock and I closed my eyes for a second and just let it all happen.

Soon they were at my armpits, Jon on the right, Rick on the left, sucking at my sweat drinking it like fine nectar as there hands softly played over my chest and arms. Now and again Rick would clutch at my bicep and squeeze it, or Jon would linger over one of my pecs, and then they moved to my nipples, the both of them sucking on my tits like daemons feeding and I threw my head back, and moaned in insane pleasure; then I felt one of them worm his fingers into my underwear and flick at my cock head...and I thought I might explode.

Eventually we pulled apart and Rick and I fell to the sofa and Jon said, "OK, so I lost, what do you guys want me to do?"

"Show us that ass", I said softly, and as we sat stroking our cocks, Jon peeled off his tights and got down on all fours, his ass lifted up to us like an offering. When he brought his hand back and began to finger his hole, I once more almost shot a load and noticed that Rick was pumping his cock like a madman.

"Slow down, red" I said, " looks like Jonny Boy wants a double fuck". Rick's eyebrow arched evilly and he grinned as we looked back on that very fuckabale piece of ass that was ours for the taking.

With condoms and lube at the ready, we hunched Jon over the sofa and as Rick and I stood side by side, we rubbed our members at his tight hole, all the while he kept pleading for us to fuck him and I for one, wanted nothing more than to oblige this hot little hunk.

He gasped and tensed up when I entered him, and damn, he was tight. Rick was at my side whispering obscenities to me while he pinched my nipples. I could feel his cock pushing up against my thigh and then I was off to the races.

I rode Jon like a back alley bitch, using his hair to yank his head back, slapping his ass calling him a slut.

He dug it screaming for more.

I watched as Rick stood in front of him slapping his cock on his buddy's face and saw as Jon's tounge flicked out trying to reach Rick's member.

I called Rick over and said, "Come on, you want some of this?"

Rick dashed back to my side and as soon as I pulled out, he was sheathed and lubed and rammed his dick deep inside Jon.

Now I stepped back and watched Rick's ass tense and relax while he fucked him and I spit on my cock and with out a word, I entered his ass and he cried out, "Mother fucker!" and I said, "Yeah, shut up and enjoy the ride". And I slapped his ass and he did the same to Jon and the three of us went at in the glow of the Christmas tree; fucking wildly, a trio of lusty wild men having our very own Pagan Winter celebration.

As I was about to cum, I pulled out of Rick and then he did the same and we pushed Jon down on the sofa and began jerking off on him in earnest and he was doing the same.

I leaned forward when the first wave hit, shooting a stream of thick white juice all over Jon's beautiful face and just as I was about to shoot again, Rick shoved a finger up my ass and pushed hard making me shoot a monster load and yell out, "SON OF A BITCH!". This time the stream hit Jon in the chest and just then he threw his head back and let go with a volcanic eruption of his own, his cum going all over his thighs and then I watched as Rick was about to shoot, and returning the favor, dashed behind him and shoved my still hard cock up his ass just as he came and held him as he shook in convulsive pleasure and cursed up a blue streak...I kept my cock in him and kissed him at the nape of his neck and felt him as his quakes grew less and less...

...and then the three of us covered in sweat and cum, fell onto the sofa, exhausted and basking in after glow...

...that's when the buzzer on the oven began to wail.

Ave Maria

We ate dinner around six and everything was magnificent. The boys really put it away and I was shocked to see how much they ate. Then I thought back to when I was in college and how full meals were sometimes a rarity.

Later on we lingered over some wine and then cleaned up the kitchen.

After that, Rick told me that his landlord was out of town and said that the hot-tub was ours to use if we wanted to on the roof.

We made our way to the roof and the glass enclosure that housed the hot tub. With more wine the three of us slipped into the hot bubbling water. Silently we watched the snow come down and the lights of Boulder glow beneath us. The radio was on and the Ave Maria was playing, it was sublimely gorgeous. I put my arm around Rick and kissed him and then I did the same to Jon and then I lay back and closed my eyes...once more beautiful words in Latin that I did not fully understand washed over me with their beauty.

After the hot-tub, we went back to the apartment and opened the sofa bed up in the living room and got comfortable and watched "It's a Wonderful Life".

Within an hour, the guys were asleep.

I got up and went to the window and looked out on the snowy landscape and smiled at my own ghost reflection, then I went and got another glass of wine, went back to the window and sipped and watched the world while on the TV Zuzu said "Every time a bell rings, an angel gets his wings".

Smiling again, I climbed back into bed and made myself comfortable spooning Rick, and then Jon lay his leg over my legs and I closed my eyes and felt sleep take me away...

...outside the snow continued falling...

O Cum All Ye Faithful

December 23rd, 1987.

Rick and Jon's apartment in Boulder is where I spent my Christmas vacation and it was turning out to be one of the most sex-drenched Yuletide's I'd ever experienced.

By now, Jon was an eager participant in our sexual escapades, and though Rick and I were more in love than ever, we always welcomed a third (and sometimes fourth) partner into our experiences.

Jon was one of the best.

Saint Nick In Boulder

Boulder, Colorado is probably one of the most beautiful cities in the Midwest. Surrounded by mountains, it's a valley town of creative and artistic minds. I always felt comfortable when I was here, as if it might be a place I actually belong.

After my plane touched down at Stapleton Airport in Denver, I rented a car and made my way to the closest shopping mall I could find. A bonus at work guaranteed that I could get Rick some decent gifts for the holiday, I also wanted to pick up a few things for Jon, who I was very fond of.

Shopping done, I drove into Boulder and as I was approaching Pine Street I passed a guy selling Christmas Trees...thirty bucks later, we had the rather large tree strapped to the hood of the car. I also bought several boxes of lights and some ornaments, figuring that the boys deserved a proper tree.

When I arrived at the apartment, no one was home. Since I had a key I let myself in and found a note on the kitchen table. Rick was working until six and Jon would be out until eight.

It was now three o clock; so I made myself a very strong cup of coffee and did my best Saint Nick...

By five thirty the tree was up and decked and brighter than a four alarm blaze. I shoved the pre-wrapped gifts under the tree and stood back to admire my handiwork.

As I flopped down on the sofa, pleased with all that i had accomplished, my eyes fell on a framed photo prominently displayed on the television. It was a picture of Rick and I, taken last summer in Atlantic City. We were shirtless, arms casually draped around each other's shoulders, smiling those carefree smiles that only happen on a day at the beach.

Just then I heard the door open...

Santa's Little Cock Sucker

Rick stood, mouth agape, his eyes wide as he stared at the twinkling evergreen that sat perched by the window, and then he glanced at the parcel of gifts under the tree and his eyebrows raised in amazement.

"Ho, ho, ho" I said still sitting on the sofa smiling at his obvious surprise.

"Man, this is too much! I mean, it's wonderful, I mean..." he stammered as he dropped his duffel bag and removed the knit cap from his head, his reddish hair all askew, "Ah Christ, you are the fucking best."

I stood up and went over to him and said, "Merry Christmas, Rick".

He threw his arms around me and hugged me and said, "Oh man, what have I done to deserve you?"

With no words said, he led me to the sofa and said, "I've missed you", and then he stripped down to his underwear, his cock standing straight up and showing through his white briefs. I followed suit and took my shirt and pants off. Then he got on his knees in front of me and quickly went down on my cock.

My head fell back as he diligently began slurping on my member. I closed my eyes and let myself go while he sucked and licked and I pushed his head down.

As his hot tongue worked it's way about my throbbing prick, I gasped for air, he was making me crazy with his enthusiastic cock sucking and I found myself groaning as he brought me to the point of ecstasy.

He reached into his underwear while he sucked and took his own dick out and began jerking himself off...I egged him on saying, "Come on babe, shoot it all over me."

He never took his mouth from me as his body shook and his seed flew out, sending a river of his hot cum onto my inner thigh, and with the feeling of his lava-like jizz dripping down my inner leg I shot my own load into his mouth and he gagged for a second and then went back to my cock, swallowing the wave of pleasure juice.

He stayed on my cock until there was not a drop of cum left.

Finally, he finished and when he did, he lapped up his own cum from my thighs and then when he was through, he kissed me sloppily; the mixed taste of our combined seed filled my mouth as I held him in my arms.

The Third Wise Man

Somewhat bushed, we lay on the sofa for a few minutes together, the lights from the tree growing stronger as daylight faded. I turned and saw from the window a muted view of the Flatiron mountains; there were thick clouds behind the range moving towards town, hurrying sundown and promising precipitation.

Rick was sucking on my left tit and I was getting hard again. I pulled his head back and said softly, "One thing on your mine, huh, red?" He smiled that goofy smirk of his at me and purred, "I'd be happy to just spend the holiday in bed with you."

We kissed again and he asked, "So, you don't mind Jon being here?"

"Not at all."

"Great, he is so jazzed up for this" and then he paused sitting up smiling and looking at me sideways, "You know, I think he might have a little crush on you. Ever since that time last summer when we all got it on, he talks about you every day. In fact when ever I come back from a visit to your place in Jersey, he pumps me for all kinds of details..."

"Yeah, I bet that's not the only kind of pumping that goes on between you two" I said laughing.

"Fuck buddies, that's it."

"Why doesn't he have a boyfriend?" I asked.

Rick shrugged his shoulders, "Don't know, I think he's still struggling with the fact that he's gay."

With that we made our way to the bathroom and took a quick shower together.

We were still toweling off when I heard the door slam. Rick and I strolled on out into the living room wearing nothing but underwear and bath towels draped over our shoulders to find Jon staring in disbelief at the Christmas tree and the pile of booty beneath it.

He was wearing a leather jacket with a long black scarf around his neck, on his head was the prerequisite wool cap; but I confess that my eye was drawn to the crotch of his well worn Levis...the kid was packing, that was for sure.

"Feliz Navidad", I said as John turned and smiled brightly at me and said, "Jeez, this is just like Miracle on 34th Street! Look at this tree, and wow, I guess Ricky's been a good boy this year..."

"Actually, he's been very bad, that's why he's getting so much", I interrupted, "But I think Santa left a few things for you too, Jon!"

Jon took his hat off and shook his head, his blue/black hair, going everywhere thanks to static electricity. Then he turned and smiled at me and surprised me with a big sloppy kiss, "Merry Christmas", he said when he pulled back, "I am so glad you are here".

And with that, he went into the bathroom.

On a Cold Winter's Night

A light snow was beginning to fall as the three of us walked the two blocks to the Unitarian Church on Pennsylvania Avenue.

Jon was in the church choir and would be preforming at the annual holiday festival.

Frankly, I was kind of amused at this turn of events, but then, later on in the dark hall listening as the choir sang a collection of seasonal songs, I was amazed when Rick's buddy took center stage and sang "Veni, Veni Emmanuel", his voice was deep and rich, and though the lyrics were in Latin, they were some of the most beautiful words I'd ever heard.

After the performance, we stayed and had some cake and coffee and met the other members of the church. I had no idea that the Unitarian's were such a hip bunch! Mostly compromised of old hippies, intellectuals and artistic types, I was really impressed by the whole lot of them and found myself engaged in a political conversation with a middle aged woman who was a sculptress.

Damn, I loved Boulder!

On the way back, the snow was really coming down, and the three of us trudged with our heads down as the wind and snow assaulted us.

When we got back to the apartment, Rick and Jon bolted for the bedroom while I was still taking off my coat and boots. After a few minutes I heard Rick call out, "Hey man, come on, we've got a little early Christmas gift for you."

"Ah hold on you little fucking horn dogs", I called back in jest. When I finally got free of my winter outer garments, I made my way to the bathroom and heard all kinds of noise coming from the bedroom. Then Jon called out to me, "Hurry up!"

I washed up and took my shirt off and made my way into the bedroom which was dimly lit by the hall light and there I saw Jon, leaning over the bed, naked while Rick was mounting him from behind.

"Thought you'd never get here," Rick said, his voice soft.

I quickly undid my pants and made my way to Jon who opened his mouth, that just a half an hour earlier was singing the praises of the new born savior, and shoved my cock into it.

He clamped down on my prick and began sucking sloppily. I threw my head back and groaned and then watched Rick as he slowly, methodically fucked his buddy.

I held Jon's head firmly and pulled it up and down and Rick whispered, "Fuck his face".

Jon was a magnificent cock sucker, and he was doing a number on me with that hot mouth of his, and then I looked up and watched Rick, his face a mask of cocky pleasure, as he pounded his friend mercilessly.

"Smack his ass," I commanded. And Rick pulled back for a second and landed a slap on Jon's ass that was so loud it echoed through the bedroom. Just then I shot my load into Jon's mouth; and it surprised me that it happened so fast, and I held my breath savoring the unexpected orgasm, and then, seconds later, Rick pulled out of Jon and shot a massive load all over his back.

I pulled Rick to me and kissed him deeply and we held each other as we came back from the brink to reality.

After I came, Jon pulled off my prick and lay on the bed, his cock jutting straight up and without saying word, he began beating off. Rick and I joined him on either side of the bed and held him until he came, shooting a geyser of jizz all over his belly. While he came he cursed like a sailor and I had to laugh. This coming from the angelic voiced guy in the choir.

Christmas Eve In The Morning

Christmas Eve dawned gray, it snowed all through the night and more was on it's way.

I woke from my slumber to find Rick at my cock, working on my morning wood; meanwhile, Jon was laying next to me, casually stroking his rail-splitter. "Morning," he said nonchalantly. I stretched my arms and said, "Morning boys."

Rick sucked me off to a fine orgasm and then I returned the favor.

As Rick was shooting his morning load into my mouth, Jon blasted a gallon of cum onto the both of us... and that's how we rang in Christmas Eve, 1987.

After we showered, I helped Rick strip the bed and replace the linens, "Maybe we better Scotch-Guard these sheets", he joked.
And then, over coffee and eggs that Jon had prepared, we discussed the day's activities.

Jon was due at the coffee house he worked at on Pearl Street by nine, but they were closing up shop early today, so he'd be home by noon.

"Right then," I said, Rick and I will fix dinner!

Two hours later, a frozen pre-cooked turkey defrosting, stuffing made, potatoes and rolls prepared and ready to warm up at the appropriate time, Rick and I abandoned the kitchen and sat down in the living room by the tree. I reached under the tree and pulled a small box out from the pile of presents and gave it to him.

"An early gift", I said .

He smiled and undid the wrapping and opened the box, "A pocket watch!" He said holding the watch up by the chain.

"Open it", I said. I watched as he flipped the clock's cover and read the inscription inside.

"Love in the nick of time", he read out loud.

And then we drew into each other's arms and kissed.

TO BE CONTINUED

By The Fire

Rick sprawled out on the floor, making himself comfortable by resting his head on a bank of over-sized pillows. He wore nothing but a pair of white briefs, the same as I was wearing ... we'd just come out of the shower into the living room of my apartment.

It was the Saturday after Thanksgiving 1986, the night after the party we'd attended.

I'd built and stoked a rather inviting fire in the hearth in my living room that was now popping and crackling and sending orange light into the otherwise dark room.

"It's supposed to snow later", I said, lowering myself to the pillows while balancing a bottle of wine and two glasses.

He looked at me, his eyes reflecting the fire so that they resembled green emeralds with splashes of red hot orange in them. He then took a glass and sipped some of the wine and said, "I still can't get over your story about California..."

I paused and said, "Look if your worried about me having a disease or something..."

"Of course I'm not," he said rolling his eyes, "We've both been tested, anything you might have picked up during your halcyon days would have shown up by now, no, it's just that I can't believe you hustled." He paused again and grinned, "Actually, it's kind of hot."

We both chuckled and sipped some more wine.

"Have you ever heard from Aaron?"

"Once", I said, "About a year after I'd left, he called me."

"Why didn't you go back?"

"Love ... dumb fucking love", I said grimly.

"Ah, Chris. The one that got away", he said his eyebrow arching.

"You turkey, " I said, jabbing him playfully in the ribs, "That was the best thing that ever happened to me. Hell, if he hadn't jumped the fence and got married, I'd have never met you."

"You're right, I should send him a thank you card", he said smiling goofily at me.

With that he lifted himself up, repositioning his body so that he would be laying flat, I watched his beautiful ass strain against the white cotton BVD's. My cock grew stiff at the sight.

"Is this all really happening?" he said quietly as he gazed into the fire, "I mean, I never imagined I'd meet someone like you..."

I smiled and said softly, "That goes double for me; you, my friend, are the best damn thing that ever happened to me."

I reached over and tousled his reddish brown hair, which had now grown a bit longer and seemed untamable. Rick sighed and said, "You know that Jon and I still fool around, I mean you are OK with that?"

Jon was Rick's roommate in Boulder, and I figured that they must have at least hit the sheets, "I'd say you were wasting a hot piece of ass if you weren't."

"He wants to do a three way with us", he said nonchalantly.

"Duly noted", I said.

He laughed and then said, "So are you going to fuck me, or are we just going to waste this romantic setting?"

Rick rolled back over and we reached for each other, my hands went to his nipples, he reached down into my underwear and began stroking my cock. We kissed while our hands did other chores and soon we were embracing and rolling around the floor... for some reason, his kisses were urgent, his embrace tighter than normal, at one point he bit my lip and said, "Sorry, just really enthusiastic..." I held him tighter and he sighed and closed his eyes and we continued rolling about the floor until finally, with him on his back, I straddled his chest.

His eyes locked on the front of my underwear which revealed my cock at full mast , he licked his lips and sighed wistfully and said, "Can't get enough of that fucking cock." I smiled at him and brought my fingers down to his nipples and began to flick at them while he moaned in pleasure, "Pinch 'em harder, daddy", he said, his voice deep and dream-like. With that I yanked his tits until he arched his back and cried out ... then I bent over and kissed him once on his mouth, tasting the wine he'd drunk earlier.

Now I was laying on top of him, our crotches, still encased, dry humping each other ... I started kissing his chest, working down to his flat belly, to the elastic band of his briefs, and then I opened my mouth and lightly bit at his cock through the white cotton. I could taste the faint flavor of his pre-cum, and for a second I flashed back on that sunny afternoon some five months earlier when I met Rick...my sweet hitchhiker...on that empty highway in Colorado...

"Get on all fours", I said to him.

He obliged and I tore his briefs off and with his ass exposed, gave him a good hard slap across the cheeks that left a red hand print.

"Ah, tough guy", he said slowly gyrating his hips so that his butt moved in a hypnotizing manner, "Gimme' some more".

I had other plans; and as I greased up my right hand I told him to hold still, it was play time. Then I slowly wormed a few fingers into his very tight ass and he let out a long deep moan. I went in a bit deeper until I heard him gasp. I could feel him shaking while I stretched his hole, and I could see his cock plainly dripping juice onto the towels and sheets that were spread on the floor by the fireplace.

He kept saying my name, over and over as I drove my three fingers in further ... now he was shivering and pleading for me to fuck him.

I withdrew my fingers and then did the same with my underwear, tossing them to the floor. Then I stood over him and pulled him up by his hair and told him to suck my cock...

"Come on, babe, get it wet, nice and wet, cause I'm using your spit as lube tonight".

He looked at me with a mix of lust and, maybe, a touch of fear.

Needless to say that turned me on to no end as I pulled him forward and he took my cock into his hot mouth.

Rick attacked my cock and sucked like a madman, steadying himself by holding on tight to my ass so that he could get down to the very root, and I closed my eyes and savored his expert blow job. I held the back of his head close to me and then began pumping his face, slamming myself into his mouth, reveling in the sounds of his gags. Every once in a while, I'd say, "You can take it, suck it like a good boy, keep it wet". And finally, I said what he wanted to hear, I said, " Rick, I love you."

I meant it.

When he heard this, his sucking grew even more intense and I almost shot my load into his mouth.

I pulled out and watched as my cock shone in the dull orange fire light, wet with Rick's saliva and my own pre-cum leaking from the head.

I pulled him up and then bent him over, he rested his arms on to an easy chair and slowly I brought my cock up and into his tight ass. He tensed up like he always did when I fucked him, and then relaxed while I continued easing into him. But then he let out a war cry and shoved himself back, and my cock was in him now to the base and he screamed out loud, "JESUS CHRIST, THAT COCK!!"


I threw my head back and laughed and said, "Too late for salvation now, pal" and began pumping away marveling over how tight he was, how his asshole seemed to squeeze my member a thousand different ways. I gave his ass another slap and he cried out, "AGAIN!"

I gave his ass cheeks a beating as I fucked him, and every time I smacked his butt he screamed out for more. Like a wild child he begged for pain and I dished it out while I fucked his sweet tight rump.

"Pull my hair", he pleaded.

So I yanked his head up by his unkempt red locks and held it, yanking his head back while I shoved into him, my body now dripping with pre coital sweat ... and then I let go and used one free hand to find his cock which I jerked as hard as I was fucking, and with my other I went to town on his right tit, pinching it as hard as I could and Rick threw his head back and moaned my name out loud. I could feel his jizz dripping all over my fist, it was soaked with his seed now and I lowered my mouth into the corner of his neck and bit him and he screamed a hoarse cry of release as he shot a wad of cum straight out and across the room. All the while his body shook uncontrollably and I kept my cock inside his ass.

After he came, I pushed him down back to the floor and re-mounted him, this time I lay flat on his back fucking him furiously, feeling my body about to be overcome by a tsunami of pleasure as I was about to cum. And when I did, I lifted my head and growled in ecstasy and I stared straight into the fireplace and as the wood burned and sparked I gave myself over to the uncountable release that was seizing my body until I fell down onto Rick's back and closed my eyes ... I did not realize at the time, but I was saying his name over and over...

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He fell asleep in arms . I tried to wake him up so that we could go the bedroom but he yawned, "No, I like it here in front of the fire..." and then he drifted off.

I went to the bedroom to get a blanket as the night was growing considerably cooler. Stopping to look out the window, I saw the snow had indeed come and the world outside was sugar coated.

I put another log on the fire and then gently covered Rick with the blanket.

As the fire grew, I looked down at him, at this guy who'd come into my life some five months earlier, he looked so innocent, so beautiful. I could feel my heart, my over romantic heart, yearn for him, even when he was at my side.

I closed my eyes and sighed and then poured myself a glass of wine.

The logs in the fire place snapped and Rick stirred in his sleep for a moment and then turned on his side.

I sipped my wine and gave a silent prayer of thanks to whatever cosmic force had granted me this moment.

Outside, the snow piled up.

Rasslin'

Black Friday, 1978.

About ten o clock at night.

Chris had a key to the gym he belonged to and put out the word that he wanted us all together for an old fashioned tag team event.

After a long family dinner the night before, and all of the subsequent dysfunction that comes with, I was ready to blow off some steam. When I showed up at Henderson's Health Club and parked my car in the lot out back, I saw that Chris was already here.

I walked in and found him in the dimly lit locker area. He was already in his trunks and was lacing up his boots. His head was down, and his long curly hair hid his face from me as he spoke, "Hey, I got something for you", and then he motioned with his head to the box sitting on the opposite row of benches. I put down my duffel bag and made my way over to the plain cardboard box. When I opened it I found a black pair of trunks, two leather wrist bands and a pair of serious wrestling boots; just like he had.

"Tag team matching outfits" he said with out a hint of irony. Then he looked up at me and smiled and said, "Put them on, man, I want to see how it looks on ya!"

I suited up and presented my self to him and he grabbed my crotch as he stay seated on the bench, "Cool" he said smiling. "You look so fucking hot, " When he stood up, I realized that we were dressed exactly alike.

"All that's missing is the leather jacket" I said chuckling.

And with that we made our way into the gym proper.

Only a few lights were on in the gym itself, in fact the only place that was lit was the boxing ring at the far right. I watched as Chris bolted for the ring and jumped in. He threw air punches and then stretched until he said, "Come on, let's spar before they get here"

He threw two hard punches at my chest and I met them with a left hook to his gut causing him to pause and say, "Man, you are learning!"

"Yeah, my teacher is one bad mother fucker" I replied.

"And don't you forget it", he said, again reaching for my crotch. By then we were both sporting major hardons.

And that was when Andy strolled in. He'd been in the locker room already and wore nothing but a pair of snug tights and he called out, "Hey bruisers!".

I guess Chris and I were feeling particularly sympatico that night, because a dual feeling of sadism crossed our minds when our little buddy with the tight ass entered the ring ... we both charged him and began wailing on him. Chris lifted him up, put him in a reverse bear hug and then dropped him to the mat, then I made a leap and brought my lower left leg down on his chest knocking the air out of him. Once we had him down, we each took an arm and began streching him out. We stood on either side and pulled while he struggled and squirmed, and then we let go of him and Chris scooped him up and put him over his shoulder and flipped him over sending him crashing to the mat. We stood over the fallen and kicked at him with our boots, taunting him. I saw Chris rubbing his crotch as he yelled out to our fallen buddy, "Come on, punk, get the fuck up!"

"He's not going anywhere", I said as I got down on the mat and straddled him, pinning his arms out flat, crotch to crotch we remained and then Andy hissed up at me, "You are going to pay for this, bastard!" I slapped him one good across the face and said, "Yeah, what are you going to do?"

I turned my head to the gloom of the gym when I heard a door slam, and then Chris said, "Get him up, play time."

So I lifted Andy from the mat and held him, first putting him in a hammerlock until he screamed out in pain, and then switched to restraining him by pinning his arms behind his back; that's when Chris started throwing a series of brutal punches to his chest that were so powerful, they reverberated like dull drum beats through out the empty gym.

As I watched Chris, I found myself so turned on that I thought I might cum in my trunks...he had already worked up a sweat so that his muscular body had a sheen to it. My god, he was such a fucking stud...

...and then, out of nowhere, I was hit from behind by a powerful force, It was Stu who had come charging into the ring and he was gunning for a fight.

I lost my grip on Andy and fell to the mat until Stu picked me up by my hair and the next thing I knew, I was in a side headlock and it felt like my noggin was in a vice. Stu was grinding me into his side. I heard Chris yell out, "Finally, we got a fair fight going here!"

Suddenly, Stu had me pushed down to his crotch and was screaming out, "Come on, fucker, you want some of this cock, you used to love it, you fucker".

"Let me show you how much I loved that fucking prick of yours" I yelled back making a fist and driving it into his nuts.

That made him lose his grip on me, so I stood back as he faltered and then I quickly dashed behind him and got him into an abdominal stretch, pulling him back and slapping him on his taught stomach; I knew he was suffering now, and I also knew that we were both turned on. I could see his tights bulging with anticipation and I could feel my own cock at full staff. I reached over to his chest again and gave his left nipple a nasty tweak and he cried out in pain -- Just then Chris yelled from his end of the ring, "Hurt him, man!" With that I yanked back again making him cry out once more, and just as I was about to drive a fist into his gut, I was blind sided by Andy who had smashed into me sending me into the ropes and to my knees.

I shook my head to clear things up and saw the two of them charging me. Andy locked my arms behind my back and Stu stood for a second, his blue black hair swept back from his handsome face, breathing heavily, a look of grim determination on his face, and then he grabbed at my tits and started savagely tweaking them, yanking and pulling on them; meanwhile, Andy had released my left arm and reached under my trunks and gave my balls a tight squeeze and I threw my head back and cursed them both out.

Truth be told, it felt so damn good, I could have cum then and there...

Taking a deep breath, and summoning all of my strength, I pulled free and landed a pretty sharp elbow into Andy's gut that sent him back into the ropes, and then I went after Stu, giving him a taste of his own medicine; I locked onto his tits and pulled at them and just then, Chris came up behind him, and locked Stu's arms behind his back; much as I had been a few moments earlier. Finally I let go and gave him one cheap chop to the gut and made my way outside the ropes to the lip of the ring where I found Andy.

While Chris and Stu went at it in the ring, I stood behind Andy and before he could move, I brought my arms around him and shoved my hands into his tights and grabbed hold of his throbbing cock. He froze for a second and then started pressing his ass up against my crotch saying in a horse sigh, "Bastard, fucking bastard" and then I whispered in his ear, "Hey buddy, let's turn this into a mash..."

Chris had Stu in a figure four leg lock and as the two studs writhed in the ring, their bodies both straining and sweat smeared, Andy and I bounded back into the ring...and we both jumped onto Stu.

When Chris realized what was happening he let out a whoop that echoed through the gym and then the three of us worked over Stu until finally, he submitted. And then the rest of us fell to the mat, all breathing heavily and waited silently for what was coming next.

Chris led Stu to the edge of the ring, and bent him over the turnbuckle and tied his arms to the metal post. Andy pulled Stu's trunks down, and then the three of us faced his taught butt, our cocks standing up and straining, dripping pre-cum...Andy went first.

We each took a turn at Stu's ass, and we each shot a load into him and then we undid him and lead him to the locker room.


Stu was hunched over a bench by the lockers and once more, Andy was fucking him, only this time it was a much more deliberate act, an act of both passion and power. I sat and watched as Stu took the pounding from the little stud, all the while, Chris stood facing Stu, stroking his cock...at one point he turned to me and lifted me up and kissed me on the mouth, his tongue darting in and out of me. He pushed his sweaty musky smelling body towards me and began rubbing his cock against my own...and then he led me over to the fuckers and we both watched silently, stroking our cocks, while Andy continued power fucking Stu.

And then Stu stood up straight and Chris and I took turns kissing him and then we both leaned over and kissed Andy...I watched as Chris began gently biting at Stu's chest, sucking on his tits and eventually working his way back up to Stu's mouth and kissing him passionately...I was now standing behind Andy, my cock leaking all over his ass crack while he continued fucking Stu. I went for his neck and began nibbling on it and when I looked up, Chris was facing me, his head rising like the sun over Stu's left shoulder and we kissed again.

When Andy came, he yelled out, "Jeez.." and he jerked back so hard, he slammed into the lockers and at the same time, Stu let out a loud moan and shot a wicked rope of cum that hit Chris in the chest...it was so fucking hot watching them both have orgasms, they were both so beautiful, my brothers...

**

Andy and Stu were dressed now and on their way out, "Next time, you two are going down", Stu said as we shook hands.

"You took it like a man, that's all that matters", Chris said.

Stu and Chris high fived each other and with that Stu and Andy departed into the cold November night.

"What a night", I said heading to my locker...

"Where the fuck, do you think you're going?" Chris said, his meaty hand resting on my shoulder. I turned and smiled and then he said, "Keep those boots on", and then he put his muscular arms around me and I breathed in his manly aroma and wanted to die in his arms...and then he led me back to the bench and lay me down, and as he lifted my legs and slowly brought his cock up and into me I heard the engines of the cars in the parking lot rev up and roar into life and eventually fade away into the night...

The Fuck Party

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

I said nothing.

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

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

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

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