An Indiscretion On The Midway

1: Carnival
It was late July, 1978, and the annual summer carnival hosted by the Knights of Columbus was in full swing in my little town.

I was supposed to meet my friend, Hank here; he was straight and had no idea about my sexuality, and as far as I knew, did not know about Chris, Stu or Andy's . As I have mentioned here before, a blue-collar town in South Jersey in the late 70's was not the kind of place that took kindly to gay folk ... still, you know what they say about small towns and secrets.

The carnival was taking place, as it had for fifty years prior, on the ball-field of Saint Sebastian's Catholic grade school.

I got there around eight, and found myself wandering about, taking in the sounds and sights ... and the smells, that odor of sawdust and fried foods was almost magical like incense, returning me to my childhood when my biggest concern was getting on the roller coaster, or having enough money for a snow cone as well as something left over to ride the House of Horrors.

Checking my watch and seeing that my pal was late, I decided to meander about some and as I stood at one of the many wheel of fortunes, "Everyone's a winner!" the barker promised from behind his booth, I saw that a former high school classmate of mine, Jeanie, had spotted me and called out my name. We had not seen each other since New Year's Eve at Chris's party.

"Well hey there, stranger!" she said as she joined me at the booth, "How have you been?"

You know, I might be gay, but Jeanie was beautiful, and she always smelled great; every time I was with her, I cursed my sexuality, some lucky straight guy was going to hook her someday and, for some reason, thinking that, always gave me a slight stab of jealousy.

We gabbed for a few minutes and I laid some money down on the wheel and won her a huge stuffed unicorn.

A half an hour later, she told me that she had to leave, but jotted her phone number down and gave it to me.

I continued waiting amidst the colorful lights, the music from the calliope, the increasing crowds; just losing myself for awhile. Finally, I found a pay phone and called my buddy Hank, only to find out that his car had broken down. We agreed to try again another night.

2: Enter Jerry Duffy
As I began to make my way through the crowds , to the parking lot, I heard someone call my name. Turing to scan the crowd, and not seeing anyone familiar, I started back . Then I heard my name being called ... again.

When I turned this time, I saw a vaguely familiar figure waving me down. He was standing by the ferris wheel, his long arms moving like an air traffic controller. The closer I got, I realized who it was. His name was Jerry Duffy, he'd graduated a year before me. I'd remembered him from an advanced English class in my junior year. He sat behind me. He was a major jock and a real cut up from what I recalled, and for whatever reason, he was very friendly to me back in the day ... truth be told, I had something of a school-boy crush on him.

We shook hands, his was big and beefy... and warm. And then he said, "How have you been? I heard you were living in Los Angeles!"

Ah, small town gossip, I thought as I said, "Nah, just spent a few months out there."

He smiled, and flashed an all American grin, his eyes catching the rainbow of lights from the ferris wheel, "Dude, you must have been getting a lot of pussy on the coast!"

"Something like that," I said fumbling and looking around, feeling embarrassed.

"Hey want to go to the beer garden, we can catch up!"

3: Catching Up
Even before I answered, Jerry put his arm around my shoulder and guided me to the patchwork tent that housed the beer garden.

Buddy Holly blared from the jukebox inside the tent, as we sat on a couple of squeaky folding chairs and ordered a pitcher. Maybe it was the heat: but the cold beer, and the sight of a former secret infatuation of mine, put me in a very relaxed mood.

As we drank, Jerry told me that in the fall he was leaving for Maine, "Bates College in Lewiston," he said lighting up a cigarette, "I had to take a couple of years off after high school and work for a bit, but I managed the tuition and will be going on a work-study program".

I toasted his good fortune and then, out of the blue he asked, "So how's Chris doing?"

Of course, I thought, they were on the football and wrestling teams together for at least two years, they were bound to know each other.

I made some vague remark that he was doing ok, never even dreaming of mentioning the truth. All the while he studied me, his handsome face relaxed but serious ... my god, he really was gorgeous, I thought to myself.

"You guys were pretty tight, If I remember. And there were those other two, can't recall their names, the four of you seemed inseparable".

"Andy and Stu," I said nodding my head.

"Right", he said, refilling my glass. "I never knew those other guys, but Chris talked about you a lot." He shifted in his chair and smiled charmingly continuing, "Hey, this one time, Charlie Gibson over hears Chris and me talking in the locker room about you, and Gibson says to him, 'hey, is he your boyfriend?' -- well, you know Chris and his temper, man he pummeled Gibson to a bloody mess. Man, it took the coach and four other guys to get Chris off of him."

"Yeah, well you know Chris and his short fuse," I offered.

Jerry nodded and said, "The odd thing about that was, when they pulled him of Charlie, Chris was sporting a major hard on ... I never forgot that."

Now I was flushed red, and breaking out in a cold sweat.

And then Jerry said very nonchalantly, "That was the first time I ever sucked a dick ... after everyone else had left, I was trying to calm him down, and one thing lead to another, and ... "

"Jerry", I said interrupting him, "I am not your father confessor, things happen, man, maybe you were just experimenting or something."

"No", he said, his face serene, "It was actually a revelation. Funny thing is, after that first time, he never talked about with me again. In fact, he avoided me."

I sighed and said, "That's Chris. It's the way he is. He's scared of his true self."

Jerry nodded, "That would explain the outbursts".

"You don't know the half of it", I laughed.

Then Jerry laughed and we polished off another pitcher of beer.

4: In the Room of a Million Lights
When I announced that I had to take a wicked piss, Jerry said, "Come on to my house and use the bathroom, not as rank as these plastic out-houses here."

"Where do you live?"

"Across the street", he said making an absent hitchhiker gesture with his thumb over his shoulder.

***

"Is anyone home?" I asked as we entered the small Cape Cod .

"My folks are in Atlantic City for the weekend, and my sister is Florida" he said not turning on any lights.

I was kind of expecting what happened next, so when he reached for my crotch I smiled and said, "Can I pee first?" He laughed and pointed me to the bathroom.

He waited for me outside the bathroom and led me down the dark hall to his bedroom. Again, no lights were turned on, but strangely, none were needed as the lights from the carnival shined brightly into his second floor window turning everything into a spinning wheel of a million lights.

"Jerry", I said somewhat awestruck by the illumination.

"Every year, since as long back as I can remember, I've loved when the carnival came to town because my room turns into this." And with that he approached me and we kissed gently ... and then we began to undo each other's shirts ... and then there was more kissing, and more lights, and when his shirt was off, revealing a rock hard chest I instinctively reached out and gave his nipples a quick pinch.

"Wow", he sighed, "That was hot, do it again".

This time I grabbed on to his tits and gave them both a long hard pinch, and watched as the tall handsome jock shivered in pleasure.

I told him to do the same to me, and soon we stood facing each other, working the other's nipples; digging the sensation of sharp pain that gave way to pleasure.

We drew closer and embraced, kissing now, violently. Our mouths sucking the life force from each other, our tongues clumsily lapping at each other. We were like a couple of horned out teen agers, and it felt great!

Just then, Jerry surprised me by wrapping his well muscled arms around my chest and threw me onto his bed.

Jerry dove on top of me, and we rough-housed and it felt damn good as we wrestled around grabbing at each other's balls, ass slapping ... Jerry was strong, as strong as Chris ... but there was something different, while we were working up a sweat, we were also laughing ... I'd almost forgotten that sex could be playful.

I managed to get the upper hand, and grabbed him around the waist and got him over my knee, "Oh man, I think I need to tan your hide", and I gave his firm, hard ass a couple of quick slaps.

He laughed out loud and then yelled out, "C'mon man, I've been a bad boy!"

That made me laugh and Jerry took the advantage and shifted off me and we rolled around on the bed some more until we found ourselves laying face to face, opposite of each other. He looked over at me, and said, "OK, let's arm wrestle, I'll make you say uncle!" And we locked arms and tried to best each other, but we couldn't get the other to submit ... and then, looking into his eyes, he let go of my arm and closed in; kissing me, tenderly and sweetly and I closed my eyes and when I opened them, I saw the multi color lights dancing on the ceiling and the walls.

I' m not sure when it happened, but suddenly Jerry was at my crotch sucking my cock. Like everything else, this was one part playful enthusiasm, and another, tender love making, he had me gasping in pleasure, clutching the sheets of the bed, trying to catch my breath every time he did something different to my cock.

When I felt myself on the verge of climaxing, I pulled his head back and tried to catch my breath. I looked down on his impossibly handsome face, his full head of hair all corkscrewed, his lips wet, his eyes reflecting the celebratory lights from outside ... "I want your cock", I managed to say.

He lay splayed out on the bed, his long limbs spread while I crouched down at his dick, which was thick and roughly the size of a small skyscraper. Licking my lips, I opened wide and took the whole damn thing into my mouth and Jerry cried out, "JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!" so loud that I actually jumped.

"NO!" He pleaded, "God, don't stop! Please!"

That's all I needed.

I tried every trick I knew and sucked the black Irish stud as best as I could and all the while he moaned and groaned and pleaded and begged and sighed ... until finally, I felt him tense up and then felt his midsection rise slightly and once more he cried out another obscene reference to god that was followed by a huge blast of cum that shot down my throat so quickly, I had no time to react to it.

When his second wave hit, he jerked his hips so sharply that he knocked me off his cock and I watched as another stream of his jizz shot up in the air, illuminated by the carnival lights, it looked like fireworks.

When he was through, he pulled me towards him, and with out a word, he was back down at my crotch sucking away.

Now, I lay back and watched as his head bobbed up and down.

"Oh man, Jerry, you are gonna make me cum!" I said through gritted teeth. Once more he pulled off of me and said, "Cum on my chest".

Pulling back once more, I positioned myself so that I straddled him and jerked off looking into his beautiful dark eyes and when I finally climaxed, I threw my head back and shouted his name while a messy load of my seed splashed all over his chest and his face.

5: An Hour Later
We were cleaned up, but still in his bed. The millions of lights continued making surreal constellations around us and we smoked a cigarette .

"You know", I said, "I had this major crush on you when I was in 11th grade".

He smiled sleepily at me and said, "If I'd known then, just think of how things might have turned out for us."

"Yeah", I said quietly

"Do you love Chris?" he asked.

"That's a tough question."

"It's simple, yes or no" he said laying his head on my chest.

I never answered his question, I just held him and said, "Isn't this good enough for now?"

"It'll do", he sighed closing his eyes.

And it did ...

...one month later Jerry Duffy left for college, and I never saw nor heard from him again.

Everything's Better When Wet

The midsummer sun beat down on my face which was raised up to it, Chris was behind me, his cock slowly working it's way into my ass, I could also feel the warm water of the lake lap at my thighs...to my right was Andy, his hair soaked, reaching down for my cock, yanking slowly on it, coaxing out the first drops of pre-cum. On the other side of me was Stu, kissing at my neck, while his fingers pinched at my nipples, his own cock rubbing up against my leg, soon hands were playing all over my still wet body, I felt like I was being brought to the edge of madness by the friendly molestation that I was undergoing...

During the summer of 1976, my friends and I frequented a small lake that was off the beaten track, hidden deep in the woods of Southern New Jersey. We had to park the car on a dirt road, and then trek, by foot, a half a mile until we came upon the clearing where the body of water sat bathed in sunshine as no trees surrounded it. This was a magic place, that seemed to be known only to us.

We brought a cooler full of beer and food, some weed and blankets, and a transistor radio which was tuned to a local rock and roll station, and once we got set up, we peeled down to our swim suits.

Chris wore a pair of Speedos, Stu had on a well worn pair of denim cut offs that were so snug the outline of his cock was plainly seen, Andy wore a plain black pair of trunks and I wore an old pair of soccer shorts.

Before we dove in, a bowl was passed around and we all smoked, and then, one by one, the water's surface was smashed as we dove in.

The water in the small lake was as warm as a bath and soon the horseplay began.

Chris swum up behind me and put his arms around my waist and then dragged me down into the water, he held me under for a few seconds and then let go; I popped up coughing out water and before I could say anything, I felt someone tugging at my shorts. The next thing I knew, Andy was holding my shorts in his hand laughing out loud.

"You fucking punk," I chuckled as I dove for him and we fell back into the water. He tried to grab for my balls but missed ... in a matter of seconds we were flaying about in the lake, laughing and taking pot shots at each other ... soon the four of us were going for each other's swimming attire. Somehow, Chris managed to get out of the water and stood on the shoreline for a minute watching the three of us cavort. I caught a glimpse of him, looking so beautiful in front of the cobalt sky ... and then he stripped out of his tights and dived back into the water...

The radio, that was sitting under a tree near the cooler, was playing playing something by Led Zeppelin. Kashmir. It was hypnotic and sexy.

Just then I went back under water and swum over to Stu, I came back up to the surface and he turned and saw me and smiled and we kissed just as a mild wind blew the smell of pine trees and wild roses through the air. While we kissed, I reached under water and undid his cutoffs and tossed them onto the shore line. His cock was rigid and I took it in hand, gave it a tug and then fell to my back and floated away for a second, my eyes blinded by the summer sun...

Now the four of us were naked and I fancied that we looked like that Thomas Eakins painting that hung in the old dusty town library ... how many hours had I spent as a kid transfixed by that very picture?

Buck naked, the four of us climbed out of the water and shared another bowl of dope ... Season of The Witch by Donovan played on the radio as I watched my brothers, so beautiful, so young and so full of life drenched in the summer sun.

After we killed the pipe, we all made our way back to the water. Chris was behind me and he pulled me to the pond's edge and kissed me and then turned me around. The midsummer sun beat down on my face which was raised up to it, Chris was behind me, his cock slowly working it's way into my ass, I could also feel the warm water of the lake lap at my thighs...to my right was Andy, his hair soaked, reaching down for my cock, yanking slowly on it, coaxing out the first drops of pre-cum. On the other side of me was Stu, kissing at my neck, while his fingers pinched at my nipples, his own cock rubbing up against my leg, soon hands were playing all over my still wet body, I felt like I was being brought to the edge of madness by the friendly molestation that I was undergoing.

Chris was in me now, his cock assaulting my hole and I gasped, and just then, Stu bent over and started sucking on my cock, I closed my eyes and moaned in exquisite pleasure ... Andy found my mouth and kissed me, and I brought my arms up to pull him closer to me ... and now the four of us were together, a mass of flesh with one goal.

Somehow we made our way out of the pond to the shore line and a couple of blankets were spread out. I lay flat on my stomach and one by one, the guys took a piece of me. As The Allman Brothers played on the radio, Chris pumped me silly and just before he was about to come, Stu took over, and then Andy followed him. I loved it, that feeling of each one of them fucking me, each in his own distinct fashion.

When Andy was through, I turned over on my back and Stu mounted me, his cock instantly slipping into me and when I looked up at him, his beautiful face somewhat obliterated by the summer sun, I reached for him and pulled him forward, as if I could mesh with him, become one with him.

He fucked me with a purpose, and I was his, lock stock and two smoking barrels!

With each thrust, I yelled out in pain, but at the same time I egged him on for more. Chris and Andy knelt at our sides, stroking their own cocks as they watched me getting fucked, and it turned me on to no end ... when Chris leaned in and gave Stu a passionate kiss, I reached up and gave his nipples a tweak knowing that it what send him over the rainbow and it did.

He cried out, "Mother fucker!" and shot a load into me.

Now it was my turn, and I was gunning for some ass. I grabbed Andy threw him down where I was just laying and climbed onto his back, his ass was so tight and firm and I was so fucking horny that I did not even bother spitting on my cock first. He screamed so loud when I mounted him that it echoed through the woods, but it did not stop me and with Chris and Stu cheering me on, I fucked Andy's ass like a sex crazed wild man ... Stu started playing with my nipples and Chris kissed me deeply and earnestly and that was all I needed to shoot a gallon of cum into the little guy squirming beneath me.

"Take it like a man!" Chris barked at Andy.

And I closed my eyes and let out a deep feral growl as my body was seized by quakes of pleasure, and as soon as I'd come back to earth, Chris took my place and I stood back and watched him fuck Andy ... Stu was at my side now and he kissed me again and we embraced in the hot summer afternoon and once more I smelled the pine and wild roses and, son of a bitch, my cock was growing hard again ... and then I heard Chris let out a howl and knew that he'd just had his orgasm...

The three of us surrounded Andy and each took turns at his throbbing cock, teasing the head of it with our tongues, pinching his nipples, restraining his arms so that he could not move, and finally, Chris lifted him to his knees and Stu and I watched as the little stud jerked his piece until it shot a projectile stream of cum across the grass. Andy threw his head back and screamed again while Chris continued manhandling his nipples...

Exhausted, we broke into the food into the cooler and ate some sandwiches and drank some beer and then relaxed for awhile on the blankets while the transistor radio played on, and finally, we all got back into the lake and it was like a baptism, cooling and healing our sore sated bodies.

And once more I thought of that painting by Thomas Eakins...

My Love Is In League With the Freeway

...we stood, arms intertwined behind each other's backs, in front of the cracked mirror in that hot, dusty motel room and I looked at our reflection; his hairy sweat drenched chest still heaving in post coital satisfaction, my face flushed red from the same. And then we kissed. The hot skin of our chests pressed together, our mouths connected, my head spinning...what the fuck was I doing?

***

Back in the early 80's, much of Southern New Jersey was farmland and open roads. To the untrained eye, one might think that he was driving somewhere out in the Midwest as he passed miles and miles of cornfields or woods choked with pine trees.

Old motels dotted some of the back roads, built, one suspects, for the weary traveler making his way to or from the shore points that fill the eastern most edges of the state. With the advent of the Parkway, most of these old motels were used mostly for those looking for an afternoon delight or an address where no one could find them.

My fuck buddy, Van, was fond of the Jersey Devil Motor court which sat just off county road 611 just outside one of the state parks.

We had spent a long hot day at the beach and on the way home Van suggested we spend the night at the JD. I looked over at him in the passenger seat, he was wearing nothing but a pair of shorts, his hairy chest wet with sweat, his dirty blond hair all askew. I reached over and grabbed his crotch and he smiled at me.

Officially, Van was still married. He had moved out of his home, his wife getting the place he had broke his back paying for, she also kept his car, and most importantly, she kept his children. He had some visiting rights, and for that he was grateful; but for the most part, this was wrecking him ... so, I remained a loyal friend and confidant. I did what I could, mostly I guided him on his sexual journey.

That journey had begun months earlier at work when he confessed to me that he was gay, and one thing lead to another, and we became fuck buddies.

I discovered over time, that Van enjoyed being dominated, and that was cool, I understood it. At work he was the go-to-guy, the top man. He was damn good at his job as a social worker, on a daily basis fighting the good fight; meanwhile his personal life was going to hell...so when it came time to hit the sheets, he wanted someone else to be in control.

That said, our relationship was what it was; there were no emotional entanglements, or so I thought ...

We checked into the Jersey Devil at around six o clock that early summer night. And once we got our room, we stripped down and immediately went at each other; Van was all over me, licking at my chest, kissing me, his hands going all over my body until they finally found my cock which he held on to tightly like a prize of some sort.

He quickly got on his knees and rubbed my dick all over his face. I could feel his hot breath down there and he was making me crazy with anticipation. I reached down and pushed his head towards my cock whispering, "Come on, man, now", and he opened his mouth and began sucking me off.

I closed my eyes and threw my head back and groaned in ecstasy, sweat dripping off me due to the heat as well as my libido.

It did not take long for me to shoot a load, and Van took it all, swallowing my seed and staying on my cock, draining every last drop out of me until I got weak in the knees and fell to the squeaky bed.

He climbed onto the bed, joining me, kissing me, all over, working from my crotch, then to my belly, and finally up to my chest where he landed biting at my tits ... I was getting hard again so I grabbed his huge cock and pulled him towards me and this time I kissed his mouth, tenderly and with passion. Then I pulled back for a second and looked at him, I don't think he knew how beautiful he was; and in the glow of the fading summer sun, he looked almost other-worldly, like an angel.

Then I went down on him, slowly taking his thick piece into my mouth, savoring it, swallowing it, I could still smell the aroma of coconut on him, that beach odor, and I wanted to eat him alive.

He was shaking now, I knew he was gone, so I cupped his ball sack with a free hand, and with the other went for his left nipple and gave it a tweak, all the while, sucking him off as best I could ... when I felt him begin to stiffen and arch his back, I swiftly removed my hand from his nuts and brought a couple of fingers to his asshole, and as soon as I connected with his tight hole, he came in my mouth and let out a shout ... he tasted sweet, almost as sweet as coconut ... but maybe that was just because that the smell of the tanning oil on his body was overwhelming ...

When he was through we kissed again, and the passion from earlier was still there, this was more than just a friendly kiss shared by buddy's ... it scared me, but it was so beautiful and so perfect, I just went with it.

Fifteen minutes later, we lay in bed nursing a couple of cold beers; as we swigged the chilled brew nothing was said. From outside, I could hear a woman yelling something until finally a car in bad need of a new muffler roared to life and took the screaming woman with it.

It was dusk now, and a breeze began to blow the moth eaten curtains bringing in a slightly cooler temperature. It felt wonderful.

Then I turned to my left and looked at him, his cock fully erect again, as was mine, and he said, "I have to tell you something, I think I'm falling in love with you."

"NO!" I said, sitting up, my bottle of beer falling from my hands and to the floor spilling everywhere, "Don't ruin it, man! Just enjoy it, don't over think it, don't over analyze it", I was going into panic mode now, "It's just that I am the first guy you've been with, you are confusing sex with romance, big difference dude, trust me, BIG difference..."

And he put his hand over my mouth and said softly, "Don't tell me what I'm feeling, I know what this is, and I can't help it..."

I fell back on the bed and said, "Van, you don't want me, trust me, my love is in league with the freeway!"

He laughed out loud and said, "What the fuck does that mean?"

"It means that when ever I don't have a good come back, I quote a line from a song", I said flatly.

"It's OK, I'll work this through, I guess it's kind of like falling in love with your therapist", he said without a hint of irony in his voice.

"Yeah, something like that", I said staring up at the ceiling which was full of water spots.

After that, he turned on his side and fell asleep. A few minutes later, I did the same.

***

A loud crash of thunder woke me at around two in the morning. I sat up in bed with a start and saw the Van was not there. Blindly I made my way across the small motel room until I heard the shower running in the powder room. I paused for a minute and then grabbed another beer out of the cooler. After I took a swig I went on a search for cigarettes and found my pack on the dresser. I lit up and went to the window and was greeted by a strobe of lightning followed by another thunder clap that made me jump out of my skin. I saw from the light in the parking lot that it had not rained, this was heat lightning ... strangely, the night had grown warmer. I blew smoke out the open window and I did not even hear Van as he came back into the bedroom.

He slipped his arm around my waist and lay his still damp body against my back. He smelled of Ivory soap and faintly of some kind of after shave. I cursed myself for it, but I was getting aroused again.

I turned to him and said, "Look, I'm sorry I acted the way I did earlier..."

"It's OK," he said, his face solemn, "I understand where you are coming from, and I don't want to scare you away ... I just need to know that you won't take off now."

"Never, man, never, I swear."

We kissed again and then I said, "Let me go grab a quick shower, I'm feeling kind of ripe."

And with that I made my way to the bathroom and showered.

When I came back out, Van was sitting up in bed, his cock at full mast.

I dived on to the bed and yanked at his member saying, "Brother, you have got one huge fucking piece," and I slowly stroked it making a fist that engulfed his prick. As I squeezed it tighter I said, "Why don't you fuck me? I mean, I saw you in action that one time last spring in North Jersey, you threw a great fuck into that guy at that garage..."

He smiled at me and said, "Yeah, but I like getting fucked, especially by you, I love how aggressive you get, it really turns me on."

"Well, I can be just as aggressive under you brother"...

I lay on the bed while he lubed up, and as soon as I felt the tip of his cock at my butt I yelled out, "Come on baby! Fuck me like you mean it! I want it hard, I want to remember this, don't let me down, punk!"

When his cock slipped in, I gasped, not at all prepared for the girth of it at all, but I kept playing, yelling out, "Yeah! Now ride me, you mother fucker! Come on, you know you want to!" When he slapped my ass, I laughed out loud and said, "That's what I'm talkin' bout!"

His cock felt so good, and It was cool to have some one else in the drivers seat, such as it was, for a bit.

He fucked me at a steady pace for a few minutes and then he cried out, "Gonna shoot!" and he pulled out and sprayed a stream of his jizz all over my back.

I was about to get up off the bed, when Van dashed into the bathroom and took a towel and cleaned my back off.

"Thanks", I said, and then I pushed him down on the bed and said, "Now I get some of the beautiful ass of yours, bitch."

I spit on the head of my cock and dived on top of him as he lay on his stomach. His tight ass was a challenge as always, but eventually I got in and he started moaning in pain. Slowly, I pumped him and every time I went in he would gasp.

Finally, I started pounding him and he began bucking like a wild stallion and smashing his fists into the mattress, biting at the pillows. I smacked at his ass a few times and called him a bitch and he cried out, "YES!"... and I was off to the races...

When I felt the orgasm coming I held my breath, I really did not want to cum just yet, but it was as if Van's body knew what I was thinking, and it seemed that his asshole tightened around my cock, and I lost all control shooting my load up into his guts, my eyes rolling into the back of my head, the room going gray and then, engulfed in pleasure, I fell onto his back and bit him on his shoulder, the sound of his screams like music to my ears...

...Exhausted, I fell on top of him and was about to say something when he pushed me off of him and worked his way free and then pulled me off the bed...

"What the fuck are you doing?" I asked.

He pulled me over to the dresser, to the mirror with a huge crack in it and said, "Look".

We stood, arms intertwined behind each other's backs, in front of the cracked mirror in that hot, dusty motel room and I looked at our reflection; his hairy sweat drenched chest still heaving in post coital satisfaction, my face flushed red from the same. And then we kissed. The hot skin of our chests pressed together, our mouths connected, my head spinning...what the fuck was I doing?

"Do you see what I see?" he asked after we finished kissing.

Finally I turned to him, and took him in my arms and held him as tight as I could and whispered in his ear, " Remember, my love is in league with the freeway", and he laughed and said back to me, "Stop quoting Robert Plant and just enjoy this..."

And we kissed again, and once more a crash of thunder filled the room, and once more I wondered, what the fuck I was doing?

But the two guys staring back at me from the broken mirror remained silent.

I Aint No Fool For Love Songs That Whisper In My Ear

He sat on the edge of the bed, shooting me that sideways glance of his that I had not seen for years. I knew what was coming next, I knew it was bound to happen, I wanted it to happen ... I needed to wrap myself in the arms of an old lover and forget everything ... to reconnect with someone I once was insanely smitten with; what do they call it? Rebounding? Sex with the Ex?

To me it was like coming home.

GHOST IN THE LIQUOR STORE

May of 1986, Chris and I were over. He was out in Colorado, dating a woman and planning on getting married. Andy was living in New York City chasing his American dream ... and me, I was back in New Jersey, licking my wounds, working long hours at a social service agency, and, with the exception of a roll in the hay with a fuck buddy now and again, living a pretty dull life.

One Friday night, bored out my mind, I stopped into a liquor store on my way home from work, intent on buying myself a bottle of cheap wine so that I could be good and drunk when I took advantage of myself later on in the evening. I figured that the booze and a porn rental would do the job nicely.

As I perused the bottles of merlots and pinot noirs I became aware that someone was standing directly behind me. I turned to see who was trying to bore a hole in the back of my head and was stunned to see Stu staring back at me.

It was ghostly at first, like I was seeing a specter of some sort... and then, my wits returned and I smiled widely, he truly was a sight for sore eyes; still as beautiful as he was the last time I saw him in 1984...

"Of all the gin joints in all the world, he had to walk into mine", he said in his best Bogart and laughed. And then I burst out in laughter. We hugged each other and then both immediately began talking at the same time.

It turned out that he was back because his parents were selling their home in town and needed him to keep an eye on the place while they were away in Europe.

We agreed to go out for a bite to eat and catch up.

After dinner he asked me to come back to his folks house.

DOWNSTAIRS

It had been almost ten years since I was in this house, the very house that I more or less lost my virginity when I was a teenager ...

"So how is Vermont?" I asked as we sat in the living room on a large overstuffed sofa.

"Oh man, it's great. It's a whole other world," he said sipping a glass of wine, his eyes never leaving mine, "a lot of very cool people there, and a great artist's community in Johnson. I love it."

I nodded my head and said, "Are you seeing anyone?"

He put down his wine and said softly, "No, not now. Too scary. It's not like when we were younger..."

I smiled and added, "Guess what I had last month?"

He shook his head.

"My first fucking AIDS test. I had to wait almost two weeks for results."

"So, is everything ok?" he asked hesitantly.

"Yeah, don't that beat all? I mean when you consider the amount of fucking and sucking I've taken a part in over the years ... yeah, well, I guess I'm lucky."

"It sucks being gay these days", he said.

"It's never been the greatest card to be dealt," I added, "We were just lucky, me you, Andy and Chris... damn could you imagine what it would have been like if we had not known each other?"

He nodded in agreement and poured me some more wine, and then out of the blue, he gave me kiss on the cheek and said, "Sorry, it just felt like the natural thing to do."

"Stu, there is no need to apologize," and then I pulled him back to me and we kissed properly...at first it was awkward, but in a matter of seconds he relaxed and he kissed me like it was 1977...

Then we sat quietly for a second and he said, "I have not been with anyone in over a year", his face looking tense and fraught with worry.

I pulled him to me and he lay his head on my shoulder and I said, "I know, I know..."

And we stayed like that for what seemed hours.

But it was really just a matter of minutes.

Then we kissed again, the wine forgotten, our mouths attached, an almost desperate energy between us both ... "Take your pants off," I whispered in between kisses, "Take them off and relax" ... soon his 501's were down around his ankles and I was on my knees in front of his stiff cock ... I went down on him and immediately recognized his taste and smell, it was familiar, and so exciting ... and then I let my hands go to his chest and while I sucked I went for his tits and as soon as I did this, he shot a load in my mouth and let out a surprised yell ... I swallowed his cum and wiped my mouth and looked up at him, his face finally serene...

Now, I was lying across the sofa and he was at my dick, working me like the old days in that slow, sensual methodical way of his ... his hands, of course, going to my tits, pinching them and making me gasp in pleasure, and when I finally came, he swallowed me and it was good ... just like the old days.

His mojo was back after all, when he said, "Say, I've got some really good dope, want to blow a bowl?"

So we sat in the kitchen in our underwear and smoked a couple of bowls of some righteous weed, he flicked on a small radio on top of the refrigerator and Jim Morrison serenaded us.

"So Chris is getting hitched?" he asked nonchalantly as he packed another bowl, "I hope whoever she is knows what she's getting into!"

I laughed in spite of everything and nodded my head.

"Man, he was something else, what a guy. Never quite understood him, but I am grateful, seriously grateful for him, I mean he made me feel good about who I was ... I am ... and thanks to him, I'm always turned on by pro wrestling."

"Same here", I added.

"So what happened between you guys, I mean why did he opt for the white picket fence..."

I put up my hand and said, "Can we not talk about him, I have to go to his fucking wedding in a month. I am the best man!"

"The fuck you say!" he exclaimed his eyes wide with surprise, "Oh man, here, take some more you really need this more than I do", and he handed the pipe back to me.

A few minutes later, the bowl beat and the two of us bleary eyed and stoned, he took me by the hand and said, "Do you want to go upstairs and fuck?"

I thought he'd never ask.


UPSTAIRS

He sat on the edge of the bed, shooting me that sideways glance of his that I had not seen for years. I knew what was coming next, I knew it was bound to happen, I wanted it to happen ... I needed to wrap myself in the arms of an old lover and forget everything ... to reconnect with someone I once was insanely smitten with; what do they call it? Rebounding? Sex with the Ex?

Walking over to the bed, he smiled at me and stood up and we faced each other. His hands went to my nipples and he began tweaking and pinching them, his face an intense mask of concentration. Maybe it was the pot, but it felt like every nerve ending was tied to my tits and I was overwhelmed by the sensation, and then he said, "Hey man, what about me?" And with that I went for his tits and met every pinch and pull and listened as he chuckled evilly and moaned, "Oh brother, man, why did we ever part?"

I decided now was not the time to mention Mitch, so I grabbed his fully erect cock and pulled him towards me and wrapped my arms around him, and we drew into a kiss that was sloppy, and wet and very electric. As we made out, we rammed our cocks into each other, our hips grinding ... I could feel his precum dripping down my leg, and I caught our reflection in the mirror over a dresser and I kept stealing glances at these two old lovers who had found each other again, and wondering if they were lucky, or both just satisfying a need.

He pushed me on to the bed and we began wrestling around on the sheets. It was all playful and sexually charged and eventually we ended up in a 69 position and sucked each other's dicks ... we rolled around until I was on top of him fucking his face while I kept his cock in my mouth and gave him head ... then we rolled again and I found him on top of me, his head going like a jack-hammer as he sucked ... I let my hands come up and grabbed at his tight ass cheeks, pushing him down on me, and then I started working back towards his hole until I reached it and began fingering him in earnest. He stopped sucking me off, and threw his head up and growled in ecstasy, "Oh man, don't stop!" he cried out.

He climbed off of me and without a word was on his knees, holding on to the headboard of the bed, his ass raised ... I wanted to fuck him so bad ... but...

..."Stu" I said, breaking the spell, "I don't have any condoms".

"Under the bed!" He yelled, "There's lube and rubbers under the bed."

Sure as hell, there they were; and I stopped for a second and wondered why someone who has not had sex with anyone in years would be laying in a supply of grease and Trojans at his parent's house...

...I'd worry about that later...

Sheathed and lubed, I plowed my old boyfriend, taking an aggressive route that he seemed to enjoy as he cheered me on saying, "Harder, man, make me feel it, OH YEAH! That's it, fuck me raw!!!" That's all I needed to go into jackrabbit mode and I let him have it with everything in me, and man it was so fucking hot, his ass was as sweet and tight as it always had been and I was digging giving this fuck ... meanwhile the radio from the kitchen was still on and the voice of Leon Russell singing "Back to the Island" made it's way up the stairs, I always liked that song ...

Now I lay flat on his back, my hips rising and falling as I fucked Stu into next week. Reaching under him to his tits, I started yanking on them and he kept crying out my name and every time he uttered it, I'd fuck him harder, finally I grabbed a handful of that thick blue / black hair of his and pulled on it yanking his head back as I said through gritted teeth, "Gonna' cum!", and I did and I closed my eyes and for the first time in years, I saw fireworks and felt electric and found this orgasm to be one in a million.

After I shot, I told him to fuck me, and he did. Throwing my legs over his shoulders he slipped on a condom and was off to the races. I watched him the entire time and felt something in me, that old romantic something-or-other come back to life and as I studied his face, a mask of coital pleasure, I found myself falling in love all over again, and I hated myself for that...and when he came he jerked back and pulled out, tossed the condom and shot his load all over me until I was covered in his sticky, sweet, juice ... and Paul Simon was now singing downstairs; "Still Crazy After All These Years"...


AFTER WORDS

We lay in bed, exhausted while the songs from the kitchen kept playing. I wondered what was really going on in his life, really. But for the time being, this was OK, two former lovers throwing a life raft to each other, helping each other through a rough patch...

He started singing along with the song, in my ear he sang softly, "If only you'd believe like I, we'd get by..."

I chuckled and then he said, "Why don't you move to Vermont with me? What's keeping you here in Jersey?"

I started to say something, but I stopped and looked over at him, his beautiful bedroom eyes, his thick sensual lips, his gorgeous hair and then I leaned over and sang softly, " I ain't no fool for love songs that whisper in my ear..."

He frowned and I gave him a kiss on the forehead and then got out of bed.

Then I made my way downstairs, put on my clothes and left.

As I drove on through the night, I felt empty, kind of sad, maybe like I finally had closed a chapter of my life for good ... and on the other hand, I felt liberated, like I walked away from something that maybe was not all that good to begin with ...

I never saw Stu again.

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.

---

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