The Brotherhood of Man

The bed is huge, it’s actually five or six king size mattresses connected and covered in some kind of heavy fabric, something strong and easily cleanable, I suspect. I am laying on my back, looking up at the darkened ceiling. I can see water spots and mold and splotches of paint here and there. Noise is coming from all directions: rock music echoing from another place, voices raised in both pain and pleasure, murmurs and sighs and groans; a cacophony of sounds . Mike is hovering over me, kissing around my cock, his five-o-clock shadow is rough and it feels great as it rubs against my skin. He is mumbling. I like the sound of his voice, it’s sort of gruff, and very deep.

I reach out now, and grab a handful of his thick black hair, and I pull him up to me, his blue eyes meet mine, his face betrays nothing at first, until he smiles at me . I pull him closer, and we kiss sloppily. I can feel his cock now pressing into my thigh, and I bring my arms around his torso and pull him tight.

We are now joined by several other men who have found their way to the bed. One of the others, a slim, tall youth smiles and asks, “Can I join?” While the big stud, Elliot, a friend and fuck buddy, just dives onto the bed and starts fondling Mike’s ass, “I see some bitch ass that needs pounding!” the randy bastard proclaims. And with that, the four of us entangle and commence embracing, kissing, and fondling each other.

Mike and Elliot waste no time getting intimate. They are each gunning for the other’s goods, and it’s obvious that eventually they are going to end up fucking each other – meanwhile, the cute slim guy and I are in a cinch, wrapped in the other’s arms. He smiles at me and say’s, “I’m Steve.” I smile back, tell him my name and say, “Nice to meet you”. Immediately we grab for each other’s cocks and hold on tightly. He laughs lightly and say’s, “I love coming to this place”. Just as I am about to say something, Elliot and Mike fall on to us, and once more, the four of us are grappling around, each trying to find his way to sexual supremacy.

At some point I find myself flat again. Steve is sucking my cock, Mike is chewing on my left nipple, and Elliot is on my right side, leaning over, kissing me…it’s like I’ve died and gone to heaven…and heaven is a private sex club.

1-Room to Room

Rick, Jon and I got to The Club at around six that warm September night in 1993. Once we got inside we made our way to the lockers, put our clothes away, and changed into shorts. Already, the joint was jumping . As always, it was members only here The Club. Over the years, management (and it was rumored that management just might be a very powerful over lord of the Philadelphia mafia) had really tightened up things here. There were monthly dues, notarized copies of HIV test results ( due every three months), strict rules about condom usage, and even stricter rules about members bringing guests (all guests must submit proof of age, and sign a waiver giving the club no responsibility for there safety); and yet, despite all of this, more and more gay men joined this nameless establishment that was hidden on a back road near Atlantic City. And that was easy to understand, there was a lot of sex to be had, and for the most part, it could be safer than hooking up with a complete stranger. At least here, you knew your chances of getting an STD (or worse) were nominal.

Once the three of us were situated, we were joined by Mike 1 – I’d dubbed him this name years ago, as I always saw him here with his buddy, also named Mike. I liked Mike 1, he was a dirty guy with a foul mouth who enjoyed all kinds of scenes.

“Damn”, Mike said, eyeing Rick’s chest, “Somebody’s been pumping iron”. I smiled, because he was right. Over the years, my sexy slim boyfriend had morphed into a serious hard body. We went to the gym four days a week, and while I managed to keep up, for whatever reason, Rick positively blossomed into a muscle hunk. I had no complaints. Also, recently, he had started sprouting a beard. I was not exactly sure if I liked his furry face, but it did lend him something of a more butch appearance. Lately I had dubbed him, “Erick The Red”. Rick smirked and flexed his left bicep and Mike reached out to touch the bulging muscle, and with that, I felt my cock begin to stir…

…a few minutes later, we split. Rick and Jon headed over to the sex wrestling room, while Mike and I made our way down one of the dank hallways. “Must be a full moon he said”, as we made our way down the narrow hall which was lit with dim bare bulbs, “lots of freaky deaky going on tonight”. And then, as if to illustrate his point, we came to a room where a gorgeous young man, with long blond hair was bound to a Saint Andrew’s cross while a rather large, husky guy of about 35 or so, with a thick chest covered in strawberry blond fur, was flogging him with a fake cat-o-nine-tails. While I don’t doubt that the kid was in pain, the whip had blunted soft edges, so while it might sting, no real damage could done. That said, the big man who was wearing jeans and work boots, was working up a one hell of a sweat as he continued lashing the kid. Mike moved in close to me and said, “They’re brothers”.

“For real?” I asked.

“Yeah, the big one, Roger, that’s his brother, the kid’s named Billy, it’s his 18th birthday”.

“That’s kind of sick”, I said flatly.

“Oh yeah”, Mike replied , “then why is it making you hard?” And with that I looked down and saw that my shorts were tenting.

“Hey”, I laughed, “just because it’s twisted, doesn’t mean it’s not hot”.

A group of other men had gathered in the room, most of them were stone naked, stroking their cocks as they watched the beautiful boy get his birthday beating. One of them kneeled down at Roger’s feet and started licking his boots. The tormentor stopped for a moment and looked down, his face was cruel, that’s the only way to describe it, and when he saw the guy licking he pulled back and kicked him in the face and then he said softly, “Go suck my little brother’s dick, faggot”

“I think I’ve seen enough”, I said and we moved on down the hallway.

The next room was plastered with pictures of naked men, and lit by blue shaded lights. Chains hung from the ceiling, slings as well, but they were empty. In the center of the room, two guys were hunched over a padded table, their asses raised and ready. One of the guys, a cute blond with a goatee turned when Mike and I were at the door way and said, “I can take two at a time, why don’t you guys double fuck me?” I looked over at Mike and he smiled wickedly…we made our way to the blond bottom boy and started feeling up his ass.

“What do you, think, buddy?” I asked Mike.

“I think we need a couple of condoms and some lube”, he said as he gave the blond boy’s butt a quick slap. And with that, we slipped off our shorts and tossed them on a chair and swooped up some condoms and a small tube of KY. By now the both of us were at full alert, and we easily slipped on our rubbers and then took our places behind our willing victim.

It took almost five minutes before the both of us could get ourselves into the blond dude, and while the feel of Mike’s cock, rubbing up against my own while we both fucked this guy felt unbelievably great; the reality was, it was terribly uncomfortable . Mike lay flat, while blondie mounted him, I squatted over Mike and behind blondie …and, well, a few minutes and some grateful proclamations by our bottom boy was about all we could take. After we clumsily disengaged, we had the other guy, a dark haired punk who did not say much join us. On the wall was a collection of dildos. The fake dicks were all wrapped in plastic with word “CLEAN” emblazoned on them. Mike and I took one each, un did the wrappers and proceeded to shove them up the guy’s willing asses. We both smiled at the ludicrous nature of this, but the guys were so damn happy that they were being violated that we stayed hard. At one point, we both managed to get the dildo’s in to the hilt and stood back admiring our work. Mike smiled at me and I felt the urge to kiss him, and so I did, and we kissed sloppily and then Mike roared, “Hey, you two bitches, get over here and suck us off”. And with that the two guys, dildo’s still up their asses, came forward and took communion.

The blond was on my cock, and he was superb. I kept throwing my head back,but Mike did not let go of me. Finally I looked him in the face, he was so fucking beautiful, his thick five-o-clock shadow making him look sort of dangerous, and I went forward and kissed him again, and after that, we pulled free of the other two and fell back on to one of the tables and made out like horny teenagers. Finally I told him that I was going to fuck him. He smiled crazily and said, “’About time!”

2 – Fucking Mike, Fucking Me

It’s sort of intense, I’ve known Mike peripherally at best, we fooled around at the club in the past, usually just slap and tickle stuff, but now, now we were going to get intimate, and I wanted him so badly. I suppose, deep down, I was a sexual libertine…either that, or just a slut.

Now once, you are really getting it on at the club, well it’s magnetic, other men are drawn, most just to watch, others to join in.

We drew a crowd.

I was on top of Mike, missionary style and within a matter of minutes, we had an audience.

Of course It did not matter, I was digging on the vision of the man beneath me. Mike’s handsome face was scrunched up in pain as I fucked him, but his eyes gorgeous blue eyes never left mine.

“Harder” he said between gritted teeth, “Yeah, make me your bitch!”

And then, I don’t know how it happened, there was music playing, loud, from another room, it was Pink Floyd’s The Wall…and the intensity of the sound and the sexual energy in the room sort of made for a flash point. In a few minutes, other men joined us. The blond lay across Mike’s chest while Vince, the tough little married Italian stud who secretly (well, it wasn’t that much of a secret, all thing considered) liked fucking men, was assaulting his ass. And then we were joined by this older man. He was husky, with a thick chest and the most incredible set of pecs I’d ever seen. He was behind me, reaching around, pinching my nipples, his thick cock pressed up against my ass. I turned to get a good look at him and was instantly overwhelmed at how handsome he was, his large dark eyes, his thick sensuous lips. He smiled dreamily at me and said something, that I did not hear…and then he moved away and went over to the blond and pulled him up by the hair and said, “Suck on my nips, bitch boy”. Vince laughed and yelled out, “You heard him, punk!”And fucked him even harder.

There were others, and frankly, while I never complained about an orgy, the thrill was gone. I looked down at my fuck buddy and said, “Too crowded, let’s find another spot”.

As we maneuvered our way out of the growing mass of flesh, the older man caught my eye again and smiled at me. He said, “I am going to get to know you tonight, count on it.”

“Looks like somebody’s got a stalker”, Mike said, as we made our way for the doorway, pulling our shorts back on. I nod my head and say, “Yeah, did you see the rack on that stud?”

“I did”, Mike said while he nonchalantly yanked on the bulge in his shorts. I smiled at him, and put my arm around his shoulder and said, “Come on, chico, let’s see if we can find a place to bust our nuts”. He sighed happily and said, “Work, work, work”.

Finally, we end up in the final room at the end of this hallway. It’s a sparse space, three or four tables piled high with lube and condoms, trash cans for used rubbers, and another for used “toys”. The walls are chipped paint, and old posters of half naked men, sports stars and some rather choice graffiti. A few bare light bulbs do what they can to illume the gloom.

The real reason for this room, is the bed in the center of it. Mike and I race for it, and toss our shorts aside. I grab some lube and a handful of rubbers and dive onto the top of the bed.

The bed is huge, it’s actually five or six king size mattresses connected and covered in some kind of heavy fabric, something strong and easily cleanable, I suspect. I am laying on my back, looking up at the darkened ceiling. I can see water spots and mold and splotches of paint here and there. Noise is coming from all directions: rock music echoing from another place, voices raised in both pain and pleasure, murmurs and sighs and groans; a cacophony of sounds . Mike is hovering over me, kissing around my cock, his five-o-clock shadow is rough and it feels great as it rubs against my skin. He is mumbling. I like the sound of his voice, it’s sort of gruff, and very deep.

I reach out now, and grab a handful of his thick black hair, and I pull him up to me, his blue eyes meet mine, his face betrays nothing at first, until he smiles at me . I pull him closer, and we kiss sloppily. I can feel his cock now pressing into my thigh, and I bring my arms around his torso and pull him tight.

We are now joined by several other men who have found their way to the bed. One of the others, a slim, tall youth smiles and asks, “Can I join?” While the big stud, Elliot, a friend and fuck buddy, just dives onto the bed and starts fondling Mike’s ass, “I see some bitch ass that needs pounding!” the randy bastard proclaims. And with that, the four of us entangle and commence embracing, kissing, and fondling each other.

Mike and Elliot waste no time getting intimate. They are each gunning for the other’s goods, and it’s obvious that eventually they are going to end up fucking each other – meanwhile, the cute slim guy and I are in a cinch, wrapped in the other’s arms. He smiles at me and say’s, “I’m Steve.” I smile back, tell him my name and say, “Nice to meet you”. Immediately we grab for each other’s cocks and hold on tightly. He laughs lightly and say’s, “I love coming to this place”. Just as I am about to say something, Elliot and Mike fall on to us, and once more, the four of us are grappling around, each trying to find his way to sexual supremacy.

At some point I find myself flat again. Steve is sucking my cock, Mike is chewing on my left nipple, and Elliot is on my right side, leaning over, kissing me…it’s like I’ve died and gone to heaven…and heaven is a private sex club.

Feeling like the king of the world, I tell Steve that I want him to suck on Mike’s cock, get it nice and hard. We move around, the four of us, and I hear Mike groaning in pleasure. “Fuck his face,” I say to him, and he mounts the kid’s mouth and starts pumping him. His ass is firm and solid. Now I turn to Elliot and say, “Hey, wild man, work on that dick of his”, pointing to Steve’s stalk that is at full mast. I watch the action for a few minutes and then slip on another condom, and climb over the bodies on the bed until I am at Mike’s ass. I drop some lube on his crack and start fingering him, getting him wet and lose . Once I shove into him he let’s out a deep moan and starts pushing his ass up to meet me. I close my eyes and start fucking him…soon the other guys have rearranged themselves, Elliot is now busying himself finger fucking Steve’s bubble butt. I watch them for a second and then turn my attention back to my buddy. I reach under him, grab for his tits and squeeze them. He call’s me a fucker and let’s out another moan. I bite the back of his ear and chuckle and whisper, “Shut up, bitch”. And then I feel someone massaging my ass. I don’t know who it is, and at this point I don’t really care. Finally, I have found my rhythm and the sensation of pleasure is so deep, so intense and so perfect that nothing will ruin it. Hands are all over me now. Someone is pinching my tits, someone else is slapping at my ass, and yet someone else is kissing at my neck – I turn and see the older man from before, he is at my side now, on this monster bed, and he shoves himself over and kisses me and just as he does that I shoot my load, my head explodes in a thousand colors and my body tenses up momentarily and then releases in wave after wave of unmitigated pleasure. I yell out a howl of gratification, my body covered in sweat and pull out of Mike. Quickly I toss the condom into the trash can and flip over onto my back, pushing the others out of the way, “Dude”, I say to Mike, “Come on, your turn, give it to me”.

He mounts me quickly, and starts pounding my ass. The pain is instant and wild. I reach up for him and pull him to me, we kiss, and then he pulls back, his face intense and then he smiles wickedly. Soon, the older guy is at my head, his thick cock resting on my forehead as he leans forward and starts manhandling my tits…I feel my cock getting hard again and I reach up and take hold of the older man’s arms. His muscles are thick, his biceps like granite. Mike spits on me, his saliva lands on my chest, “Fucking pig”, he says . The older guy twists my tits back and forth, and then he lets go and reaches over for Mike’s chest. His cock, dripping cum, is hovering above me. Someone now reaches for my cock. I am not sure who it is, but they start jerking me. For a split second, I see at the far end of the bed, others sucking and fucking, the room is now full of horny guys, fucking animals.

Mike is now at full throttle, his muscles are tense, his body a high sheen of sweat making the dark fuzz on his chest glisten . Vince, the Italian tough guy from earlier is at Mike’s side, watching, he whispers something into Mike’s ear, and with that, Mike throws his head back and cries out, “MOTHER FUCKER!” Vince slaps him on the back and smiles nastily while my buddy has his orgasm. Yanking out of me he tears off the rubber and shoots a massive load onto my chest. The others reach out for it, and begin rubbing into my skin…Meanwhile, Vince is holding Mike around the waist while his final spasms of pleasure occur. Meanwhile, more hands touch me, bodies surround me, the smell of sweat is so strong…I close my eyes again and just enjoy the touch of strange hands… and think to myself, the night is still young…

END OF PART ONE

Tough Guy

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Fantastic Foursome

1 Morning Ritual:

I woke up to the view of Jon's crotch bulging, making his tight white underwear tent.

No words.

I reach out for him and give his package a squeeze and hear him moan in pleasure. Rick is next to me, splayed out on the king sized bed the three of us are sharing. He reaches over and swiftly brings his hand under the waistband of my briefs. He grabs my cock and holds it tightly, and then slowly, starts to milk it.

Now, I groan.

Still no words.

The three of us arrange our selves quickly, underwear discarded and thrown to the floor, legs resting on legs, right hands busy wanking our cocks.

I turn to the left and look at Rick. His hair askew, his face already flushed. Then I turn to the right and glance at Jon. His left hand is up to his chest so that he can pinch his nipples, his eyes wide ... he looks at me and then down at my cock.

They squeeze in closer to me, and continue jerking off.

The only sound is our chorus of rushed breathing.

Jon arches his back first and let's out a sigh as he sprays his chest with a large glop of his cum.

Just then, Rick gasps and draws in a sharp breath, some of his seed lands on my arm.

I am last, my head falls back into the pillow and I hear my neck crack as I have my orgasm and feel my scum shoot up on me, some of it lands on my chin and I chuckle.

The three of us are now covered in goo, catching our breath. All of us still holding on to our now deflating cocks.

Then we rise and gingerly get up off the bed and head to the showers.

2 Karl's Coming:

It's a beautiful late summer morning. We had picked Jon up at the airport last night. He had just flown in from London. He had called us earlier in the week and asked if we could fetch him as his partner, Karl, was going to be away until Saturday morning. So we obliged, and it was just like old times, the three of us in one bed, the three of us sharing sexual favors, the three of us sleeping soundly together, and, the three of us waking up together and ringing in the new day with a morning jack off session.

As I stepped out of the shower, I heard the phone ringing in the hall, "Somebody get that!" I yelled out, but the phone kept ringing. Sighing, I grabbed a towel and padded over to the phone.

The deep, but playful voice on the other end answered and said, "Hey, is my little fucker home?"

I laughed and said, "Yeah, Karl, we get him all primed and ready for you!".

He laughed and said, "I bet you did...OK, I'm about an hour away."

"How about if you have breakfast with us?" I asked.

"Sounds like a plan", he said and then he hung up.

Karl was this really interesting guy. He was fifty years old, but in such great shape, he could pass for thirty. His body was tight, compact, and muscular with out being overdone. Jon had met him at the private club a few months ago, and the guys bonded and found themselves involved in a long-distance love affair...of course it was an affair that offered fringe benefits to both parties.

Karl was a very wealthy man and he treated Jon like a king; paying for his flat in London, flying him back and forth, giving him expensive gifts. I also knew that he could, and did, satisfy whatever urges he had. He was something of a sexual libertine. He was proud of the fact that he'd dodged the AIDS bullet (it being 1992 and all) that many men in his age group (as well as mine) had been hit with - and he was also proud of the fact that he looked twenty years younger than his actual age. He was a powerful advocate for safer sex, and had given a lot of money to AIDS research and activist groups. With all of that said, he had the sex drive of a horny nineteen year old, and was especially fond of group scenes ... so I pretty much knew what the day would entail.

After I had dried off, I made my way to the bedroom and dressed and then headed downstairs and could not find hide nor hair of Jon or Rick. Then I heard some noise coming from the basement ... I dashed down to the makeshift playroom that Rick and I had set up a few years earlier and, sheesh, talk about sexual libertines ... there were my two boys (well, I guess I really could not call them "boys" any longer as they both were now in their mid 20's, but still) sporting hardons while the wrestled nude on a mat.

I watched them for a few minutes and then, in spite of the stirring in my lions, went back upstairs, I loved knowing that they still played together - they both deserved whatever indiscretions they could find, Christ knows, I had mine.

3 Groped:

The small TV in our kitchen played out the latest drama on CNN. Once more I found myself half optimistic and half pessimistic about the direction my nation was heading. After a few minutes of watching, I switched off the set, and turned the radio on instead. Instantly music filled the sun dappled kitchen. I glanced out the window over the sink and saw that the old oak tree that stood dead center in the yard was teaming with life this morning. Squirrels and birds seemingly converged at the base of it going about their business.

Just then I felt a pair of arms around my waist and heard Rick's voice, "Penny for you thoughts".

He was sweaty and his breath was rushed. I turned and looked at his naked body, his cock standing straight up like an exclamation point and took him in my arms and gave him a deep kiss. He met the kiss with enthusiasm and that made me really excited. We'd been together for several years now, and it was nice to know that the fire was still there on both ends.

"So did you guys have fun?"

"Ah, Jon's still a punk, I can't believe he wrestled in high school, he's an easy pin. I wanted to fuck his ass, but since his boyfriend is coming over, I thought I'd just wait".

"I can hear you!" Jon yelled from upstairs.

"Come suck my dick!" Rick yelled back mockingly.

"All right, you mugs, knock it off." I said loud enough, "Karl's on his way; you", I said to Rick, "go put some clothes on then help me with breakfast."

Rick turned and gave his tight little ass a shake and said, "Yes, sir!" and then dashed up the stairs.

A few minutes later the door bell rang and there was Karl. He looked resplendent in a white polo shirt and a snug, but not obscenely so, pair of jeans. I saw that he was driving a black BMW. I smiled and put my hand out to shake, and then realized who I was dealing with ... Karl's hand went out also, and reached for my crotch. He gave my balls a light squeeze, and then pulled me close and planted a big wet kiss on my lips.

"Daddy's home!" he said smirking.

"Indeed", I replied and showed him in.

4 Spartan Breakfast:

The four of us had a Spartan breakfast of juice, coffee and toast in the kitchen. Actually it was Karl's idea that we forgo a big breakfast as we "might" build up our appetite later.

As we were finishing up, Karl put his arm around Jon and whispered something in his ear. And then the randy guy got on his knees and started fiddling with his boyfriend's zipper, "Nothing better than a quick blow job after a meal," Karl said matter of factly.

Believe it or not I was I bit shocked, but When in Rome ... the next thing I knew Rick was between my legs slurping on my aching member.

"The trick is..." Karl said as he held Jon's head down on his cock, "not to come, just get the juices flowing".

I nodded but thought if Rick kept up the pace, I'd be shooting my load in no time. And just then, he took his mouth off my cock and said, "Yeah, but what about us?"

Karl winked at me and then we switched places, our partners seated, while we went down on them. A few minutes later, Karl was at my side and said, "Mind if I taste some of that fire crotch?"

Now I was sucking Jon's stalk, while Karl was going at Rick's, and for a few minutes the only sound in the kitchen was the moaning of those getting sucked off, and the radio playing an ad for a department store's going out of business sale.

5 Body Rock:Twenty minutes later, the four of us were downstairs in the playroom, naked, covered in sweat and taking turns at each other ... at one point, Karl is sitting on my chest, his cock jutting forth dripping seed onto me. I reach up and begin to fondle his nipples and he closes his eyes and sighs, then I feel my cock being swallowed, it's Jon, he's sucking me off. I turn my head and can see Rick splayed out finger fucking Jon's ass. I close my eyes for a second and then feel Karl's cock pressed up against my lips. I open up and let him fuck my face. I can smell his cologne, he must have put a dab on his pubic hair, and I breath in deep through my nose while his member begins sliding in and out. Several minutes later, he pulls out and rolls off of me. Jon is still blowing me - but now I have Rick on my right and Karl on my left and both of them are gnawing on my tits, lightly biting and licking the sensitive nubs, and they are driving me crazy...I began to groan rather loudly and then Rick bites down hard on my right tit and sends a razor sharp bolt of pain through my body that only makes the pleasure more intense...

...Then, Karl is kissing me. It's a deep, wet, urgent kiss. His hands are all over me. Meanwhile Jon and Rick are at our sides, he pauses for a second and glances over at Rick and Jon, "Take care of us," and with that, we are making out again, but now it's accented by the hungry mouths and slippery tongues of our partners sucking on our cocks. While I kiss him my hands begin to traverse his torso, his body is so sweaty that he feels like he's oiled up. I pull him even closer and then give his left nipple a tug and he returns the favor...


... I want to scream now, as I am being sexually tormented with no chance of release; I am flat on my back, Karl's arm pit smashed into my face, his taunts to , "Lick it all up" are met by me, his sweat is like a narcotic, and it's salty taste is wonderful. Every now and again, he savagely pulls at one of my nipples and he laughs when I squirm. Jon and Rick are busy working on my aching hole, fingering me, licking me, rubbing their cock heads on it, I want to stroke my cock, but I cant. Karl is laying on my right arm, while Rick is holding my left down...I want one of them to fuck me, I don't want this to end...

...I am not sure how, but I manage to throw them all off of me. I grab Rick by the hair push him down onto his belly, I mount him with only my sweat and a quick spit of saliva for lube. He yells out in pain as I ram my dick into his tight hole; "Jesus Fucking Christ", he cries out as I go all the way in...I slap his ass and he pushes back and meets my thrusting. Suddenly I hear more cursing, I turn to the right and find Karl has Jon on his back and is fucking him missionary style. We glance at each other and he winks at me, he is close enough that he reaches out and puts his hand on my shoulder . I want to kiss him, to lean into him and taste his mouth, but I don't want to stop fucking Rick for even a second. This goes on for a few minutes until Karl pulls out of his lover and maneuvers himself so that he is behind me. I feel his hands on my ass as he's pushing me into Rick. And then I feel his cock rubbing at my crack. It takes of couple of seconds, but when he finally gets his rod into me, I am overcome with such sensations that I think I might burst. I continue fucking Rick, marveling at the pleasure, while Karl continues his attack on my ass - which compliments the pleasure with painful thrusts that feel like I might be getting torn apart...

...Surprisingly, no one has shot his load yet. When the three of us disconnect, it's Jon who is being mounted now by Rick. I watch the two of them, a couple of lusty lads who fuck like feral animals. Rick is pummeling his dark haired buddy while Karl and I stand astride the both of them stroking our own cocks. Once again, the older stud comes my way and kisses me. This time I feel his hard cock pressing against mine. We grind hips and continue sucking each others mouth. I reach down and around and find his well muscled ass and easily shove a digit into his hot hole. He pulls me in closer and stops kissing for second and whispers, "Fuck me"...

...Now I'm ramming Karl so hard that he's wincing in pain. After a few minutes, I realize that he's enjoying getting power-fucked. His asshole is surprisingly tight, and it feels good to be deep inside this older, sexy male, using him for my own pleasure. I bark over to Rick and Jon, and they quit fucking and turn our way, "Come here, you two, " I say, sweat running down my face, "Hold him down for me". And with in seconds, Karl is pinned to the floor, his legs spread by the boys while I continue thrusting inside of him. He is cursing up a blue streak, his face beet red, his cock stiff and leaking lava all over his taut belly. Rick reaches out with his free hand, and starts manhandling Karl's nipples, pulling on his sensitive nubs, Jon goes for the gold and grabs his lover's balls and gives them a tight squeeze. Both of them are clearly enjoying tormenting him and their cocks are drizzling pre-cum all over the mat on the floor of the play room.

I feel like I am going to shoot, so I pull out of Karl's ass, and motion to Jon to take over. I figure that the little stud might like sloppy seconds. And then I turn to Rick and say, "OK, get down on all four, I gotta shoot this load up your ass".

Now I shove myself deep into my lover and, as always, his tight ass feels like heaven - he rams himself back into me so that I am as far as I can go, he whispers something unintelligible and turns his head. I slap his ass hard a few times and he bucks like a young steer...to my side I see Jon riding Karl. The handsome buck is going at his partner's ass with such ferocity that Karl is actually clawing at the mat on the floor. For a split second, the two of us make eye contact, I wink at him and he smiles his gorgeous smile at me ... and just then I have my orgasm.

I shoot my load into Rick and fall down on top of him, grasping at his sinewy, muscled body...we both are shaking and squirming on the floor now, I hear him groaning out loud, he's shooting his load also, I whisper obscenities in his ear and he gasps...finally we both come back down to earth and lay still. My cock is still rock hard, and still deep inside his ass...

Then, Jon let's out a deep sound that seems to be coming from his chest, I turn and watch as his sexy slim body goes all taught, every muscle showing in relief, and his head is thrown back. He is holding on to Karl's hair, yanking his head back, probably unmindful of how much pain he might be inflicting on his lover, and then suddenly he pulls out of him and shoots a sloppy thick load of spew every which way until finally, his last blast covers Karl's back...

Now, Karl wastes no time, and immediately switches places and starts fucking Jon. His well muscled physique a sheen from sweat, the older man grabs his boyfriend at the waist and lifts him from the floor, rams him up against a wall, and bangs him for a good five minutes before he's coming amidst a litany of foul proclamations that echo through out the basement.

A few seconds later, they are back on the floor, each of them gasping for breath; a couple of soldiers in the army of love, fresh from the latest battle.5 Cleaning Up:

After a while, the four of us got up and without a word, the guys all helped clean up the play room...we hosed down the mats with hot water and disinfectant. Then, the four of us made our way to the shower in the back of the basement...about a year ago, I had a large stall with several shower heads put in, there was also separate spigots with hoses attached for more "in depth" cleaning ... all in all, a necessity.

We took turns washing each others backs, and then one by one, each of us took the small nozzle of the hose hose up the ass to flush out whatever spunk might still be inside.

Then, with all three shower heads going at full blast, we soaped up and scrubbed ... it did not take long for the warm water, and the sight of four naked bodies slick with soap to bring us all back to a state of arousal, soon kisses and gropes occurred, but that was it. We all exited the showers with hard cocks - and bellies empty - we were a hungry foursome.

6 Food and Rest:

Karl helped me grill up a few steaks and we washed then down with some iced tea. And then the four of us sat in the yard, basking in the warm summer sun, and the cool breeze. Rick and Jon were shirtless, both of them wearing only a pair of shorts, while Karl and I seemed modest in our pants and shirts.

Finally, the meal digested, Karl stood up and said, "So, guys, I am worn out, how about we sort of kick back...together".

And with that, we headed back inside, stripped down to our briefs and all climbed into bed, I rolled on to my side and caught a view of Jon's crotch bulging, making his tight white underwear tent. Nonetheless, I closed my eyes and felt myself drift off ...

Three Amigos Towing and Repair

Despite his build , he was surprisingly gentle ... once he rested my feet on his broad shoulders, he entered me slowly, asking me in a whisper if it was OK, looking down on me with such soulful eyes ... his cock was huge and thick and yet it only filled me with pleasure ... then he smiled blissfully when he was all the way in, once more he looked down on me and this time he leaned over and kissed me on the mouth and then pulled back and said, "I think my buddies might like to watch, is that OK?" I smiled up at him and said, "Sure", and he let out a whistle that brought the other two men to his office, and soon the others stood over us, their cocks at full mast, and with that, Scott began fucking me in earnest...

I must have gone through six cars between 1978 and 1984. I always bought old clunkers for a cheap amount, and because of that, I spent a lot of time hauling them to repair shops.

During the summer of 1980 I owned a little hatch back that never went into reverse. I considered it a quirk since aside from not going backwards, it did everything else just fine. Actually I had the car for almost three months before it ever conked out on me.

One sultry afternoon in late July, I was driving my car down the street and suddenly it began to hitch and jerk and then every damn light on the dashboard glowed until the car came to a rolling stop.

Luckily I managed to break down near a small store that had a pay phone in front of it. Cursing my luck I flipped thorough a dog-eared copy of the Yellow Pages and found the closest car repair shop I could find, Three Amigos Towing and Repair .

I dropped in a dime and called.

About a half an hour later a tow truck arrived.

A very tall man, who I guessed to be in his mid 40's, climbed out of the truck and made his way ... the closer he got, the better he looked; his salt and pepper hair combed into a sort of pompadour, his face, ruddy, masculine and handsome, and his pants; just tight enough to show that he was packing, but not so much as to cause a scandal.

He must have seen me staring at his crotch when he said, "Where's the body?" I laughed a bit too loudly and pointed to my dead auto.

Ten minutes later I was riding shotgun in the pick up truck. The driver wore a crisp clean work shirt with a sewn on name tag that read, "C.B." The short sleeves of his shirt were rolled up revealing impressive biceps that got my blood boiling ... also, his shirt was unbuttoned and I noted a nice tuft of fur that peeked through ... I wanted him to pull the truck over and fuck my brains out. Instead, he asked, "You from around here?"

I told him where I lived and he told me that he grew up not far from the small town that I had grown up .

All the while he talked I noticed his broad smile and his playful eyes ... I also noted that he had on a wedding ring. Just my luck.

We pulled into the service station and as soon as I got out of the truck I saw a striking woman with long black hair storming out of the front door of the garage. She stormed over to the truck and yelled at CB, "Tell that boss of yours that If he so much as sets foot on my door step I'm going to call the police!" And with that she turned and made her way to her car, a BMW. She laid rubber as she pulled out of the lot.

C.B. looked at me and said, "The boss's ex wife, a real bitch if you ask me."

I followed him into the garage's waiting room where he told me to take a seat.

As I waited I absently glanced up at the black and white television that was bolted to the wall. A rerun of Bewitched played.

Just then, another employee strolled in and smiled at me. He seemed a bit younger than C.B. but he was built just as nice. I saw his name was "Mac" and he asked me to fill out some papers.

As I jotted down the information needed, I stole a look at Mac. He had a conservative hair cut, a great body (from what I could tell) and a gorgeous bubble butt that was accentuated by the work pants he wore.

"Scott will be out in a minute to talk to you as soon as he takes a look at your car, make yourself comfortable, there is coffee if you want some", and with that, the handsome stud picked up a pile of papers and left the waiting room.

After he left I found myself day dreaming ... Stu was long gone, New England ... Andy was in New York City and Chris was still working at the warehouse. I was ready to get on with things, to get back to school, but I'd made Chris a promise, that I'd wait for him ... so here I was waiting, working a part time job and twiddling my thumbs while the parade passed me by... not that I could really complain, all things considered life was pretty good, and I was living with my folks again, so I did not have to pay rent ...

"OK, are you the one with the hatch back?"

A stocky man with a slight beard asked from behind the counter.

"That would be me" I said.

"Alright, come here, got something to show you".

He stared at me, his face somewhat stern, but it could not hide how handsome he was. He must have been almost fifty, and he was built like a pro wrestler; compact, muscular ... yeah, I always had a thing for "daddies". As I followed him into the garage, I marveled over how broad his shoulders were ... damn, I was getting a hard-on.

"Look here", he said pointing down at my car's engine which was now revealed as the hood was up, "See those hoses? That's your problem, son, those bastards are holier than Vatican City."

I laughed, maybe a bit too much, but his joke struck me as funny.

He ignored my guffaw and began yanking at something deep within the recesses of the engine. I bent down closer to get a look ... a bit too close as it turned out, as he lost the grip on whatever he was pulling and his arm shot back rapidly causing his elbow to smash me in the face.

It hurt like hell, and the force of the impact knocked me to the floor.

"JESUS, SON!" he said genuinely alarmed, "Are you alright?"

He immediately crouched down in front of me, and gently cradled my head, "I am so sorry, oh man, I am so sorry".

"I'm OK," I said a bit stunned as he continued gently holding my head.

"CB!" He barked, "Get me some ice and some towels, pronto!"

"Can you sit up?" He asked, his eyes so gentle and caring that I wanted to just get lost in them.

He helped me up and over to a bench and sat next to me. and brushed the hair from my forehead and studied it...all the while, I studied his sweaty, furry chest that I could see through his open work shirt. His nipples were erect and looked like they could cut glass ...

"Are you beating up the customer's again, Scott?" CB asked carrying some towels and a bucket of ice.

Scott looked up at him with a no nonsense expression, but nonetheless, CB smiled at him and handed him the towels and set the ice bucket down next to the bench, "I know a good lawyer", he said winking at me as he left the room.

"I've known him for years", Scott said as he took one of the towels and filled it with ice, "He's always been a comedian".

Then he put the towel to my forehead and pressed firmly where earlier his elbow had connected. I could feel a dull pain as he did this, but the cold from the ice felt great.

"Come on, let's go to my office, there's a sink you can wash up a bit", he said. And I as I prepared to stand up, he put a beefy hand on my knee and squeezed it. I glanced down and smiled and then saw that his work pants were tenting. I gulped and looked away.

The office was very cool, a box air conditioner hummed merrily from the wall. In the bathroom, I saw a pretty healthy bruise on my forehead, but other than that, nothing really disturbing. Nonetheless, I washed my face and hands and then went back to the office.

Scott was standing near his desk with the ice towel. His face still full of concern, "Do you want me to call someone, do you need to go to the hospital?, he asked.

I shook my head and said, "Just give me the ice and get my car running, and we'll call it even".

Suddenly he smiled, and his handsome, rugged faced seemed to glow, "CB and Mac are working on your heap, should be ready in about an hour", he said sitting down at the chair behind his desk. "Why don't you relax? Would you like a drink?"

He poured us two glasses of whiskey and then sat back and for a while we made small talk. I found out that CB, Mac and Scott had known each other for some thirty years, and had started this business with money the three of them had pooled together. I also found out that CB was married with two kids, Scott was in the middle of a messy divorce, and Mac was single.

He was working on his second glass when he asked me if I had a girl.

"No", I replied plainly and with little explanation.

"Smart guy," he said, "they are nothing but trouble". And with that he stood up and once more I saw that he was sporting a major hard-on.

I was feeling brazen so I just said what was on my mind, "So, Scott, that's a hell of a piece you seem to be packing".

He smiled back and said softly, "Never had any complaints".

And then he got up from behind the desk and took his shirt off. It took me a minute to drink in his magnificent chest. It was rock solid, hairy and made my mouth water.

I put my drink down instantly and made a dash for him. He did not say a word as I grabbed him and started nuzzling his chest. He smelled of Old Spice and sweat.

I licked at the sweat for a bit, and then instinctively made my way to his tits and started nibbling on them until I felt his hand pushing my head in closer. Then I bit his left nipple lightly and heard him say softly, "That's a good boy".

He pulled me back by my hair and then forced his mouth onto mine and began kissing me violently. My head started spinning and I went with it ... he tore at my t-shirt and ripped it from me and then stopped for a second looking at my naked torso; "Nothing like some young flesh."

With that he pushed me down to my knees and shoved my face into his crotch.

I wasted no time and unzipped his pants yanking his thick weapon out and attacking it like the horny bastard that I was.

"Oh, son, that's how it's done", he said sighing

I pulled off for a second, "Can I get a free set of white walls?"

He chuckled and said, "Keep sucking like that, and I might give you a Cadillac".

I went back at his cock and gave him the best blow job I could. I knew he was digging it, because he started shoving himself into me, almost knocking me down to the floor.

Then he stopped for a second and told me to get up. He then said, "Wait, just a second", and with that he picked up the phone on his desk, pushed a button and said, "I'm gonna' be busy for a bit, no calls". And then he hung the phone back up and smiled at me and said, "Now let me have a look-see at that cock of yours".

In a flash, he yanked my jeans down, shoved me onto the sofa and started sucking on my cock.

It may have sounded like a cliche, but all I could do was say, "Oh yes, Daddy!" And with that his hands went up to my tits which he started tweaking.

I closed my eyes and felt myself being drawn into the pleasure that Scott was inflicting on me.

He continued blowing me, and I found my self shifting on the sofa, my legs kicking and my body wracked by bliss ... he was doing crazy things to my cock, his tongue seemingly wrapping itself around it and sending me over the rainbow.

And then, as if the cock sucking wasn't enough, he started fingering my ass ... and that was all I needed. Once he had a couple of digits inside of me, I let out a yelp and shot my load into his mouth.

Out of breath and covered in sweat, despite the air conditioner, I pulled him up to me, and kissed him, tasting my cum in his mouth. He kissed me deeply and urgently and held me tight.

And then he said, "Mind if I have your ass?"

I nodded my head and said, "Fuck me raw".

He shifted himself over me and said, "I want to see that beautiful face of yours while I'm fucking you".

Despite his build , he was surprisingly gentle ... once he rested my feet on his broad shoulders, he entered me slowly, asking me in a whisper if it was OK, looking down on me with such soulful eyes ... his cock was huge and thick and yet it only filled me with pleasure ... then he smiled blissfully when he was all the way in, once more he looked down on me and this time he leaned over and kissed me on the mouth and then pulled back and said, "I think my buddies might like to watch, is that OK?" I smiled up at him and said, "Sure", and he let out a whistle that brought the other two men to his office, and soon the others stood over us, their cocks at full mast, and with that, Scott began fucking me in earnest...

While the muscular mechanic was righteously pounding me into kingdom come, his pals starting to get it on. CB never took his eyes off us, as he grabbed Mac and shoved him down on his cock. The smaller man, obliged his pal and started sucking off the tall stud with the pompadour.

Now my brain was filled with all kinds of erotic overload; being fucked by this seemingly straight, middle aged gas jockey while I watched a married man getting head from his buddy ... man, what had the sexual revolution wrought?

For a few minutes, the only sounds were heavy breathing, groans, and grunts blunted by the calming hum of the air conditioner.

Then I heard CB say, "Time to get fucked", and I turned my head and watched as Mac hunched over, Scott's desk, offering up his bubble butt to CB.

I turned back to Scott and saw that he was long gone, his face serene yet determined, the muscles in his arms bulging, his chest heaving. Suddenly, he glanced down at me and said, "How's it feel?"

"The best I've had in a long time", I replied. And he smiled at me leaned forward, and once more he kissed me.

Now I felt my cock swelling again and I was about to reach for it and begin jacking it, when all of a sudden, Mac was sucking me off.

On his knees by the sofa, the hunky stud was blowing me, while CB arranged himself to continue fucking him. I made eye contact with the tall man, and he gave me a wink and big smile and then said, "Alright, here it comes again!" and then started to pile drive his buddy.

It was so intense, in that every time Scott thrust into me, it would drive Mac's head down harder onto my cock ... I was in fucking heaven!

I was so overcome by the smell of musk, sweat, and sex that I felt myself almost overwhelmed by everything. No matter where I looked there was flesh, and it was beguiling and exciting.

Just then Scott let out a hearty, deep groan and he yanked out of my ass, and shot a monster load of juice all over my chest, and Mac's head ... this was followed by CB yelling out, "MOTHER FUCKER" as he creamed into Mac's ass ... and then, Mac growled in pleasure until finally, I had another orgasm, this time shooting my load into Mac's mouth ... and all the while, Scott smiled down on me, his face scarlet and dripping in sweat.

And then finally, the four of us just lay there in a heap on the sofa, gasping for breath.

***

An hour later, I was still in Scott's office, Mac and CB were back in the garage finishing up on my car. Scott gave me a t-shirt to wear that read, "Three Amigos" since he had ruined my shirt earlier in the day.

"So," he said eyeing me up, "What are you doing tonight?"

"Not a thing", I replied already feeling my cock starting to stir again.

"How would you like to share a Spartan meal with a lonely divorced man?"

I was about to answer him when CB peeked his head into the office and said, "OK, hot-stuff your car is ready".

I looked back over to Scott and met his eye and said ...

Some Fools Rave of Happiness, Blissfulness ...

It was New Years Eve, 1979, and once more I was with my brother's ringing in the holiday in a sex drenched orgy of depravity.

Chris had the keys to the local gym and at around ten we met up; the entire place was ours for the taking until January 2nd.

We had some beers, some weed, and a raging need to fuck. We were set for another Auld Lang Syne.

It was warm and dark here despite the howling snow outside. Chris had turned the thermostat up and soon the old furnace in the gym's basement made this drafty building very comfortable.

The four of us sat on a bench in the locker room, the radio in the manager's office playing rock music, finishing up a bowl of weed and soon we got comfortable. Chris put the bowl down on the floor and proclaimed it as "beat", and then grabbed Andy, who had been sitting next to him, and pushed his head down to his crotch and laughed, "Come on, man, get my jeans wet, you little cock-sucker". Stu and I laughed and absentmindedly let our hands drop to our own crotches which we began massaging.

Andy, who was usually the most subservient member of our lot, was feeling feisty that night, and he kept trying to break away from our Alpha Male. Finally, growing weary of the little stud's refusal, Chris yanked him up by a handful of his hair and gave him a pretty hard slap on the face that seemed to both humiliate and arouse Andy.

"Pull your pants down, bitch", Chris said softly.

He obeyed and Chris pulled him back over and lay him across his lap and began braying, "Time for a good old fashioned tanned hide!" And then he proceeded to bring his large hand across Andy's bubble butt over and over again. The sound of the slapping echoed through the locker room as did Andy's howls of pain ... nonetheless, I could not take my eyes off of Chris; his muscular chest so perfect, his arms thick and powerful, and his cruel, handsome face crowned by a mop of unruly curly chestnut brown hair. My reverie was broken when Stu reached over and started pinching my left nipple. I turned to him and gazed upon his beautiful face and we leaned in to each other and kissed briefly, while we removed each others shirts and undershirts.

"Hey you two", Chris said pausing, "Plenty of time for that later", and with that he tossed Andy on to the floor and said, "Fuck him up!"

Stu and I stripped to our briefs, and yanked Andy's pants and shoes off, leaving him in his underwear also. He was one tough little fucker, and when he realized what was coming he said, "You two are a couple of pussies". Stu snickered at the trash talk and replied by giving Andy a healthy right hook that connected with his face and sent him flying into a bank of lockers. With that we charged him, and pretty much tossed him back and forth until finally I reached down into his briefs and gave his balls a tight squeeze.

"Dude!" Stu laughed, "Don't do that, he might jazz in your hand!" We both laughed and continued smacking the punk around until he did not know which end was up.

Yes, it was all rather sadistic, but it was amongst friends, brothers really ... me, Chris, Stu and Andy; four horny bucks who lived for the orgasm - no matter what the price.

I held Andy taught, restraining his arms behind his back while Stu began working over his tits. Andy hated this, and Stu knew it, and so he poured it on thick, In fact at one point he yanked on the little guys nipples so hard that I thought he might tear them off. Meanwhile, my cock was so hard that it was dripping loads of pre-cum into my briefs. All the while, Andy pleaded and begged for Stu stop.

While the two of us continued sexually torturing our pal, Chris got up from the locker bench. He stripped down to everything except his wife-beater-t-shirt. His cock was semi-hard and it bounced in slow motion as he reached for the belt on his discarded jeans, yanking it off. Once he had the belt firmly in hand he turned our way and barked, "Aright you two, hold him tight for me!"

And with that, we positioned Andy in front of a post that separated the locker room from the showers, the both of us pulling his arms forward so that his sweet bubble butt was exposed . Once we'd had him where we wanted him, Chris let loose with the belt, mercilessly whipping Andy's firm ass until the kid threw his head back and screamed, tears streaming down his handsome face. Chris stopped for a second, waiting, savoring the sadistic moment, and then he brought the belt back once more and gave him one additional lash that sounded like a crack of lightning on a humid summer's night.

Stu and I were silent, aroused, our demons awake, and we continued restraining Andy until Chris finally gave the signal. And with that we let go, and he fell to the locker-room floor again, sobbing and breathing heavily.

Outside, the snow swept evening howled like a beast.

And with that, Chris grabbed at my cock, and at Stu's and we reached for his, and the three of us silently jerked each other off for a bit until our rods were sore and dripping heavily with slime.

Finally we paused and looked down at our fourth brother, he lay on his back, his eyes red, his cock stiff. He stroked his dick as he looked up at the three of us.

I walked over and kicked him once in the side and said, "Love hurts". And then I mounted his chest, slid forward, and shoved my steel hard member into his willing mouth. I closed my eyes and heard music playing from the other room as I fucked his face...oh man, this felt so damn good ... the mournful tones of Nazareth echoed through the locker room while Andy deep throated my throbbing cock ... it did not take long for Chris and Stu to join in, and soon we all took turns at Andy's mouth, and eventually his tight, tender ass ... when I found myself fucking him, Chris was getting sucked off, while Stu was busy grabbing at our pecs, or closing in for a sloppy kiss. I closed my eyes for a second and felt a tremendous wave of pleasure hit me, and at that second, Stu came behind me and put his arms around me, pressing his snake like cock up against my ass, while his fingers found and pinched crazily at my erect nipples. I closed my eyes again and felt the whole fucking world go hazy as another rush hit me and I moaned in grateful pleasure...

Stu went in next and said, "Sloppy seconds", and I watched as he began pummeling Andy's abused ass...and the radio was playing Sgt Pepper's Lonely Heart's Club Band ... and the next thing I knew, Chris had me in his arms, kissing me with urgency as I felt his warm seed shoot out of his cock and run down my leg ... we held each other while Stu continued fucking Andy and the Beatles sang, "With a Little Help From My Friends"...

Andy had his orgasm like this. The three of us, crouched down around the bench he was laying on, and took turns teasing his cock with our tongues until finally he sent forth a fucking geyser of cum that filled the air . His back arched and he cried out that he loved us as his eyes rolled back into his head and another blast of his juice shot up into the darkened gymnasium's air.

___

A few minutes before midnight, the four of us were in the showers. Hot steamy water ran as the four of us washed off the grime of the evening. Once we'd all got clean, we began kissing each other...these were serious realistic kisses, and we uttered New Year's and New Decade greetings of love to each other...Andy and Stu ended up in each others arms, and I ended up wrapped in the muscular arms of Christopher.

"1980, big boy", he said to me as the hot water plastered his hair down, "Me and you, forever and ever" ... and just then, fireworks started outside and they were loud, very loud, and for some reason they reminded me of gun shots ... I shivered and then shook it off, and returned Chris's kiss; and then the four of us kissed again, and we held each other in a tight circle, and no one said a thing while John Lennon's voice was singing "Instant Karma" and the sound echoed through the gym; and the gun-shot-like fireworks continued ushering in the 1980's while the four of us stood naked against everything yet to come ... but blissfully unaware of it all...

Zen Master

In the time between Chris and Rick, I was a footloose kind of guy.

Yes, it was a desperate time to be single and gay, what with AIDS being the 500 pound gorilla in the room. But, if you played smart and played safe, you could pretty much still have a good time. I took safe sex very seriously in those days.

On a much lighter note, I also found myself addicted to these outrageous steamed dumplings that were made at a Chinese restaurant a few blocks from where I lived. Every Friday, I'd treat myself to a tray of those delectable delicacies. Over time, I got to know the staff at the restaurant and all I had to do was walk in and they knew what I was there for.

One Friday night, I sauntered in and was dumbstruck at what I found. Usually the counter person was an elderly Chinese woman who wore these huge cat's eye glasses. Tonight, in her place, was a young, handsome man. Tall, broad shouldered, wearing a black sleeveless t-shirt that revealed sinewy hairless arms. His face was sheer perfection, an Asian Adonis with a thick head of silky black hair that hung in his face.

I felt my cock stirring already as I made my way to the counter and gave him my order. He jotted down what I asked for, his face a stoic mask showing no emotion, and when he turned, I saw that the 501's he was wearing encased a perfect bubble butt that looked good enough to eat.

Needless to say, I was in lust.

For several days, I came to the restaurant for dinner, and every time, he was there.

Finally on the seventh or eighth day he said to me, "You know if you keep eating like this, you are going to get huge. You should have some brown rice, and maybe some tofu."

I was sort of taken aback, but I nodded my head and said, "You are right, let's go with that then".

He jotted something down and brought it back to the kitchen and then returned and said, "Why do you come in here all of the time? "

"I like the food", I stammered.

"I think it's something else, I know your type", he said, with just the slightest hint of a smirk coming to his lips.

"Oh, do you, " I said folding my arms across my chest, "What type might that be?"

"A horny fucker." he said grinning.

I nodded my head and said, "It must be something you put in the dumplings", I said smirking back.

He put his hand out and said, "I'm Lon", it was firm and his grip was strong. I'm in from Santa Barbara California watching my aunt's restaurant until she comes back from vacation. "

I told him my name and he leaned over and said softly, "I get off at ten, and uh, all I ask is that if want some action, make sure your ass is clean."

I laughed and shook my head and was about to say something else when he added, "If you're not interested, well that's cool also."

His voice was deep, accent less. I could see his nipples were erect through his t-shirt.

"Should I meet you here?"

"Around back, I am in an apartment upstairs, my aunt owns this place and I am staying on the top floor."

We shook on it, and then I went home and showered, douched and pretty much made sure that I was as clean as a freshly minted dime.

***

He met me at the apartment's front door, in the alley behind the restaurant, in nothing but a pair of black briefs. His hair was swept back from his face, he nodded and said, "Take your shoes off", which I did. And then I followed him up the narrow staircase to his apartment.

"Take everything off", he said, "Put your clothes on the sofa and then come into the bedroom".

I disrobed quickly and then walked into the bedroom which was lit dimly by a small bedside lamp. The sweet smell of his cologne hung heavy in the air as well as the scent of soap and shampoo.

He approached me and I went to hug him, but he put his hands out and said, "Keep your arms at your side and trust me."

I did as I was told as Lon's hands lightly played at my shoulder, down my chest, and then to my crotch. He gently caressed my erect penis and I shivered, then he cupped my balls in his hand and held them, we locked eyes and moved in and kissed gently. He tasted of mint mouthwash.

He pulled back and told me to turn around. Facing the window over his bed, I could see the neon lights from the bar across the alley light up in the twilight. Then I felt his hands gently massaging my ass ... and then his fingers slowly making their way to my asshole. I closed my eyes expecting to be probed, but instead, he put both of his arms around me and pulled me to him. I breathed in excitedly and felt him nuzzle at my neck, and lick at my earlobes. My knees felt weak, and when I reached for my cock, he slapped my hand away and said, "Don't touch your dick."

He turned me around, almost like a dance move, and we were face to face. His eyes bored into me and he said softly, "We are presents, each of us bestowing a gift on the other, now, come appreciate what I am going to give you", and with that he pushed me down softly to my knees, until I came to his brief encased crotch which was bulging with promise.

Instinctively, I reached in and tried to pull his piece free, and once more he slapped my hand away and said softly, "Greedy friend, I am more than that..."

I softly kissed the lump in his briefs and and then moved down to his firm, muscular legs, licking and biting gently at him ... then I made my way to his feet. He lifted his left foot and I sucked on his big toe, and then lapped at the underside of his foot. He moaned approvingly, and then pulled me to his stomach where I continued tasting his flesh, and when I finally made my way to his chest, I clamped down hard on his right nipple and heard him suck in air and chuckle deeply. Then he lifted his arm and I took it in my hands and massaged the bicep which was firm, I also kissed it, and from there I found his arm pit and licked at the small tuft of hair and breathed in deeply, the clean odor that permeated his very being.

Now he pulled back and slowly removed his briefs. His cock, shot forward and bounced in the air. It was a long slim member with a huge mushroom like head to it. I felt my mouth watering. And then, Lon turned so I could see his ass; what can I say, it was as flawless as the rest of him, a firm, bubble butt. Once more I was salivating, and my cock was pretty much on auto-pilot, throbbing like crazy.

After he was fully naked, he pulled me up, and once more we kissed, and then he lay on the bed, his legs splayed out and he pointed to his exposed asshole and said, "Taste me".

I made my way down, and stole another glance at his muscled torso, his flawless face and before I went to work, I kissed his inner thigh and he smiled the crooked grin and closed his eyes...

He was as clean as could be, and smelled only of soap, and when my tongue found his tight hole, he gasped out loud and said, "Yes". I pushed in further with my tongue and felt his legs tighten around my neck. I pushed his butt cheeks up further and made my way in, slurping and filling his hole with my saliva.

He started muttering something, I could not quite make out what it was but I figured he was enjoying himself as his legs were pretty much crushing me ... and then he arched his back and let out a growl of pleasure. I thought he might have shot his load, but he did not. Instead, he yanked my head back by pulling my hair and said in that same deep, almost toneless voice of his, "Get on your back, it's my turn now."

My legs spread wide, Lon on his knees in front of me, my cock feeling like it might burst, I moaned when he touched my thigh...and then his head disappeared , and for what seemed an eternity, the hot stud tongue fucked me into oblivion.

And then, he came up and gave me a kind of goofy look, endearing, but sort of silly. I smiled back and just then, he put a couple of finger into his mouth, sucked on them for a bit, and then shoved the fingers up my ass.

As soon as his digits were up my ass, I let go with a yelp and could not help but arch my back and almost pass out from the sensations that Lon was causing me.

I had read somewhere, that there are some who can massage the prostate via an anal insertion, and cause the subject to have an orgasm with out touching his cock ... I guess I was experiencing the same thing.

He was going at it non stop now, his body taught, the muscles in his right arm bulging as he finger fucked me into the stratosphere ... he was so fucking beautiful and so fucking good at what he was doing, he brought tears to my eyes; and then, an orgasm hit me so hard, I felt the room spin, and I reached up and grabbed the gorgeous young stud and pulled him to me and held him while my body shook uncontrollably in the throes of pleasure, and when I thought I could not take it any longer, one more tsunami of pleasure hit me, and finally, I caught my breath and let Lon rock me in his arms gently, kissing me on the face and licking at the tears that were indeed running down my face ...

"Jesus Christ", I gasped, "How did you do that?" I gasped

"Ancient Chinese secret", he said mockingly, and I jabbed him in the rib and called him a fucker.

He asked if he could fuck my face. I told him he could do anything he wanted... and all things considered, I was pretty damn serious.

Now Lon mounted my face, and brought that cock of his, with the thick bulbous head into my mouth, making me gag for a second. I relaxed, and swallowed it and I did my best to give him the best damn blow job he'd ever had.

Ten minutes later, after he pulled out and was shooting a gallon of cum all over my face, I figured that I'd done alright.

After his orgasm, he got up from the bed and brought in several towels. Two of them were warm and moist, and he cleaned me off with one of them and then handed me a dry towel, while he attended to himself.

Later on, he offered me a cigarette, and we lay in bed and smoked. I was still sort of shell shocked and in a state of bliss. We did not talk for some time, and finally he asked me if I wanted to spend the night. I agreed.

After the cigarettes were extinguished we embraced and kissed and then he told me that he was only on the east coast for a few more days. He would be heading back to Santa Barbara California in a few days.

"That's my luck", I said staring at his beautiful almond eyes.

"No, it is our luck", he said kissing me once more. "Tomorrow never comes", and with that, he began kissing my chest until he landed on my left nipple and bit it. I moaned out loud and pulled him closer.