Going Down for the Count

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

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

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

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

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

They were giving me an ache in the crotch.

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

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

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

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

"Bring it on punk", I said reaching for his crotch.

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

I couldn't wait to wrestle him.

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

I can't wait to hurt him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

When he cums, he groans a long deep growl and I feel his scum shoot into me.

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

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

"I learned from the best", he said.

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

Save the Last Dance for Me - part two

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Family?" I quizzed.

"Gay".

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You know these two?" Don asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"The joy of being gay?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Don't you?", he asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I'm afraid so, Red".

He nudges me and says, "Seriously."

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

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

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

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

Save the Last Dance for Me - part one

Note: Yeah, I know I said I was through, but for some reason, I felt the need to share this story from 1990. Who knows, maybe I'll continue, It depends. Enjoy!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He smiled and shifted in his seat.

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

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

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

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

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

3 - Invitation to The Dance:

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

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

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

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

At breakfast we sprung our surprise on Jon.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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4- Clubland:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He stared at me blankly.

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

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

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

"Just turned 19 last week".

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

"It was", I said absently.

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

"31", I replied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

TO BE CONTINUED

And In The End...

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

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

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

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

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

I hope he has found peace.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


and that, as they say. is that.

Thanks for reading the Milkman's Baby.

Triad

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hip To Be Square

1: Welcome Back Stranger
May of 1985.

He had cut his hair, it was shorter now, and combed back into something of a D.A., and it made his features more intense; his dark deep set eyes, that expressive brow, his strong chin...he'd let his body hair grow, his chest now thick with a carpet of dark curly fur. Also, he was more solid and muscular than ever.

I felt weak in the knees just watching him undress.

It had been almost six months since the last time we had been together. Being in Denver for an advanced class in public speaking, as well as some graduate studies; Chris had returned to me, an adult. No longer the big boy with the unruly mop of curly hair -- today, he stood before me, a young man well on his way.

Honestly, I'd always figured that he would break out of blue collar New Jersey. Behind that tough guy facade was a cool, calculating person. Someone who would excel in the business world, or maybe even politics (when he needed to, Chris could be as charming as a snake oil salesman).

That said, his first words to me when he showed up at my apartment were, "I am going to fuck you until you can't walk anymore."

Thankfully, not everything about him had changed.

Slamming the door behind him and pushing me into the living room, he put his arms around me and gave me an impossibly brutal kiss that knocked the wind out of me. I instinctively went for his shirt and he stopped me, "No wait, this is an expensive shirt, can't afford to rip it."

And with that he undressed, neatly folding each article of clothing and putting it into a small pile onto the coffee table.

I did not what to make of this, but I respected it and took my own clothes off, tossing them into the corner with out a thought. The entire time I watched him, my body was tingling with excitement, my cock throbbing like an electrical current was running through it.

When we were both naked, he took me into his arms and we kissed passionately, he tasted of spearmint. He smelled good also, "Is that aftershave?" I laughed slightly.

"Fucking hick," he said tightening his grip on me, "It's Jovan Musk for Men".

And with that, he shoved my face into his chest, and I breathed in deeply, loosing myself in the forest of thick chestnut brown foliage. For years, he'd shaved his chest, something I always teased him about, and now with this Neanderthal expanse of fur covering him I was going nuts with lust.

I began by licking him and then chewing on the hair, it was everywhere and beyond the odor of cologne, I smelled the familiar odor of someone I had known for a very long time. It was like coming home.

He grabbed the back of my head and pushed me toward his left nipple, and I latched on to it and bit it lightly, and then sucked it while my hands roamed freely up and down his well muscled arms, feeling for the rock-hard biceps that he intentionally tensed up just for me.

I went down on his dick quickly and gagged when he slammed it into my mouth. I knew from years of experience that this would not stop him, and true to form, he started fucking my face. His hips slamming into me, his hands holding my head firmly so that I could not slip off even if I wanted to. I reached around and held onto his tight ass cheeks for support and swallowed his prick, and then I heard him laugh a deep rich chuckle and murmur, "Good boy, get it nice and wet", he said as he reached down and gave my right nipple a sharp tweak that sent knife like stabs of pleasure through me.

He yanked out of my mouth abruptly and pushed me to the floor where I landed flat on my back.

"On your belly, bitch", he demanded. I flipped over and with out a moment's pause, he was riding me like a bronco, his cock burrowed deep into me, the pain overwhelming and I let out a groan of pain.

"Shut the fuck up and take it!" He barked, slapping my ass so hard that it felt like I was struck by a leather belt.

As my body was being savaged, he decided to pour it on even thicker by grabbing my left arm and pulling it up, pinning it behind my back. I threw my head back and let out a deep, loud bellow of agony causing him to tighten the hold.

Counter irritation is what he'd called this. One more bit of pain that cancels out the other.

It was Sadism 101, Chris style.

He responded by banging me even harder. My entire body now was rocked by his movements, it was like being had by a force of nature; even if I wanted to, I could not escape this.

Just before he was about to cum, he pulled out of me, and flipped me over like a sack of laundry and shoved his prick in my face and told me to open my mouth up. And when I did, a geyser of his seed sprayed into it while he cursed up a blue streak.

I could not contain myself at this point, so I reached for my own piece and started jerking it with both hands. Chris saw what I was doing and straddled my mid section, sitting on my throbbing cock, like he had done many times before, and as his mouth opened in a silent scream, I rammed my hips upward watching his face grow even more scarlet in color while I secretly savored his pain and my pleasure.

And then I exploded, a volcano of cum which I pumped into his guts, and he kept moving up and down, his tight ass coaxing more and more of my juice ... and I closed my eyes to the colors that exploded behind them and whispered his name over and over.

2: Rinse Lather Repeat

Twenty minutes later, he was fucking me again; this time in the shower.

I braced myself on the wet tile walls for dear life as he assaulted my ass, and every now and again he'd reach under me and pinch my nipples.

I shot another load while he was still inside of me.

He came up my ass and pulled me towards him, biting at the back of my neck while he spasmed in pleasure.

***

Clean, dry, and sore, I collapsed on my bed and watched as he made his way around my bedroom. He brushed his hair and then used some of my deodorant. When he was through, he dived onto the bed next to me and said, matter-of-factly,

"So how have you been?"

I reached for the pack of cigarettes on the bedside table and smiled saying, "I've been good".

I offered him one and he put his hand up, "Nah, quit them, my personal trainer read me the riot act."

"Your personal what?" I asked putting the pack down.

"My trainer, man. The gym I joined out in Denver offers them half price to students", he said as put his arm around me nuzzling my neck.

"Hold on a sec," I said, sitting up, "You come back with this new look, you quit smoking, you've joined a gym ... I mean what's going on in Colorado. Did the Mormons get a hold of you or something?"

"Nah," he smirked, "It's just that I've been exposed to a whole other world. Times are changing, and I want the good life. I'll be damned if I settle for some crap life like my parents had. Christ, my old man left me and my mom, she had to work two jobs ..."

Shaking my head, I said, "No, Chris, I understand that, I understand wanting to better yourself, but you seem to have adapted to it rather quickly."

"Sink or swim, pal". He said as his hand casually stroked my cock.

"And something else," he added, "I want you to move out west with me. I know it's a lot to ask, but I have thought long and hard about this, and it's the god's honest truth: I need you with me, in my life. I want to share all of this with you ... in six months, you won't believe what I've been exposed to, there is a whole new world out there, Chico, and you and me, together, brother, we could set the world on fire."

I was stunned and silent as he continued.

"Think of it. You could get your Master's too! Then the both of us will be good and done with this damn town and it's provincial mind-set."

"Wait", I said trying to absorb everything, "When did Denver become San Francisco? Are you saying that our being gay would be easier there?"

"It is, if you know how to play the game. Come on, remember what I used to tell you, Andy and Stu all of the time?"

Nodding my head I repeated the mantra, "What you do in private is your business, the

face you show in public, though, belongs to the world."

And then I asked, "So we pretend we are straight for the rest of our damn lives?"

"Chico, listen to me," he said rather parental,"the world is catching up. It just takes some time, if you play by the rules, eventually you can reveal your true self."

He continued on for about an hour, not only talking about hiding in plain sight, but also about stock investments (cable TV, computers, telecommunications - the wave of the future, sure to make us rich!), real estate, and how he was going for a dual major in business administration.

I couldn't believe my ears, the guy who had been fucking my brains out for almost ten years, the guy who used to smoke more dope and drink more beer than anyone I ever knew, the guy who used to lecture me about selling out, was becoming a mother-fucking yuppie!

Finally, out of desperation, and maybe just to get my bearings again, I leaned over and put his cock in my mouth, sucking him off to an orgasm and successfully shutting him up for twenty minutes.

3: The Power Ties That Bind

After that odd day in May, Chris moved back to New Jersey for the summer. He stayed at his mother's house, but spent most of his time at my apartment.

I was working days at my social work job, and Chris was doing an internship at an investment firm in Philadelphia.

I joined a gym at his insistence, we worked out almost every morning before going to our jobs, and in the evenings he'd peruse the Wall Street Journal, while I was scanning Rolling Stone.

One night, he came home from work wearing a black suit, crisp white shirt and a red silk tie. He looked fantastic and I told him so. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt and undid his tie and said, "I love you." And then he told me to put my arms behind my back. I obliged his request, and he took the tie and tightly bound my hands together and pushed me to my knees.

I watched as he freed his cock from his slacks and as his thick member jutted forth from them.

"Suck it", he said as he pulled my head forward.

I worked on his cock relishing his moans and groans of pleasure while wondering what else he had in mind.

It did not take long...

Pulling me up to my feet by my hair, he walked me to the doorway of the bedroom and removed my clothes. Then he lifted my arms up and secured the tie to a nail above the door jam. Taking another tie from a drawer he reinforced my hands snugly.

Holding my breath in anticipation, I watched as his fists balled up and he threw the first of several vicious jabs to my gut.

As my body jerked from the blows, he stood smirking and stroking his cock through his pants. I could see his magnificent chest peeking thorough his undone shirt, and all I wanted to do was to worship it with my tongue.

His face set in a sadistic look of determination, he landed several more punches to my torso, each one sounding like a flat drum beat. My head fell back for a second and then I stared him down in spite of the pain.

"That's right," he said menacingly, "you can take it".

And this time he gave me a sharp slap across my face that stung like a thousand bee stings ... and in spite of the pain, or because of it, my cock grew harder by the second.

Then he reached down and gave my balls a tug and laughed as I squirmed.

Stepping back from me for a minute, he quickly disrobed, and lay his clothes on the sofa, and then, completely naked, with his own cock at full staff, he reached forward and grabbed at my nipples squeezing and pinching them until I let out a roar, and my body seized up in torment. I began pleading now, and the more I did, the harder his grip on my chest became until finally, with both of us pulling and pushing, the tie that held my arms up came free and I fell into him breathing heavily while cursing him out.

In a matter of seconds, he had his powerful arms around me, knocking the breath out of my body while he secured me in a bear hug, lifting me up and then lowering me, his face a fiery red mask of savage domination.

We struggled about on the bedroom floor, until I surprised, even myself, by getting the upper hand.

With my left arm around his neck, I had him in a choke-hold and drove him down to the bed, and while he tried to break away, he simply could not.

Relishing this reversal of fortune, I laid a couple of cheap shots into the small of his back with my right fist, and then released him, flipped him over, and straddled his chest, my cock heavy with jizz dripping onto his chest.

He looked up at me, his eyes crazy with lust, and maybe something else (was that fear I saw?); and decided to give him a little taste of his own medicine by bitch slapping him a few times across the face. Every time I did, he seemed shocked, until finally, a crazy toothy grin smiled up at me and I knew he was as turned on as I was.

I suspected this: over the years, while Chris was the dominator, he often wanted someone else to dominate him.

So be it.

Enjoying my new found position, I shoved my cock into his mouth and said the same thing he'd always say to me when I was giving him head, "Get it good and wet!"

He almost sucked me off to an orgasm, so I had to pull out at the last second, because I wanted to fuck that jock ass of his.

Turning him back over, I decided to play a bit first, and I sort of went nuts, paddling his firm butt until his cheeks glowed a fiery, angry red.

"Mother fucker!" he yelled out over and over again.

"Shut up, punk", I replied back smacking him even harder.

Finally, at full throttle, I spit onto his asshole a few times and fingered him while he squirmed on the bed, and then I rammed my cock into him instantly and he screamed out my name and then called me a host of obscene things ... I laughed and said, "Shut the fuck up and take it!"

It felt funny using his coital exclamations, but at the same time, it was a major turn on.

His tight ass took me, and I rammed him for all I was worth and in a matter of minutes, we were one in that bed, our bodies connected and electric as spasms of pleasure rolled over us.

Just before I was about to cum, I pulled out and shoved my cock in his face and he opened his mouth and my seed shot into him and he took it, lapping it up, drinking it; all the while I was in an orgasmic haze of pleasure.

When I was done he pulled me down and kissed me, and I tasted my cum and his spearmint saliva.

Then I lay next to him, holding his sweaty, hairy, muscular body and worshiped him with my tongue while he beat off to a messy, satisfying orgasm ... we kissed again while his body arched and his cum sprayed into the air and down on both of us.


We stayed in bed for another hour or so, holding each other, hugging, and even when our cocks grew hard again we merely embraced and kissed.

And then, he turned to me and said, "Can I have a cigarette?"...