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The Hoover

It was very late and I found myself rushing to get to theatre before curtain time. I didn t have a ticket but I was sure I would be able to get a single at the box office. The outer lobby was extremely crowded but I made my way to the window and said to the lady A single for this evening please.



I don t recall her asking me whether I wanted a cheaper seat upstairs or a better seat in the orchestra but she handed me a ticket and I paid for it. I realized that it would be better if I visited the men s room before the performance started.



Where is the men s room? I asked her.



We don t have a men s room she answered me.



I stared at her in consternation. How could a big crowded theatre not have a men s room?



You don t have a men s room? I asked her loudly my amazement registering in my voice. What was I supposed to do?



No she answered. You ll have to use the one in THE HOOVER.



THE HOOVER? Where the hell was THE HOOVER? Did all these hundreds of people have to go over to THE HOOVER?



Where is THE HOOVER? I asked her.



About a block over she said. A block over? People had to go a block over simply to use the rest room? I was appalled.



I know where it is said a gentleman next to me who had obviously overheard everything. Come with me. I ll show you.



We walked out of the theatre back onto the street then down the block then we crossed an intersection and on the other side of the intersection I saw a string of rundown storefronts. And over one of them in large jagged block wooden letters was written THE HOOVER.



I thanked the man and crossed the street. I don t think he came with me. And I don t remember even having any conversation with him as we were walking from the theatre to THE HOOVER. But now I was alone and standing in front of the seedy looking storefront. I opened the door and entered.



Right away I saw that it was a bar. A ramshackle bar in a distressed neighborhood. And this is where they were sending people to use the men s room? It was all so unlikely.



I looked around the room and there were a dozen or more ruffian-type men blue-collar workers in torn crumpled blue jeans and un-ironed shirts with open half- unbuttoned fronts showing chest fur. They were all young and most had facial hair. Moustaches or beards or both. They were all what I consider to be trailer-trash. They looked tough and they looked mean and I looked very out of place dressed for the theatre as I was.



They didn t seem to be paying any attention to me. They were just drinking and talking. Drinking and talking and smoking.



I looked in the far left corner beyond the bar and saw a wooden door with MEN S painted on it in red letters. I would have to pass many people to get there. Would I have to buy a drink first? I didn t know what to do. I felt really uncomfortable and a little afraid. I knew I had to use the men s room and moved toward it trying to attract as little attention as possible.



I opened the door and looked in. It was white and shabby and thank-god empty. I crossed over and stood before a urinal and just as I was drawing down my zipper I heard the door opening. I looked over my shoulder and it was one of the handsome rough-looking men I had seen in the other room (though they all looked very much alike). He was coming toward me drawing down the fly on his pants. In a moment he would be standing next to me and I felt that I would want to look down at the penis he would be holding in his hand at the next urinal.



I don t remember when I have ever felt so afraid. So afraid and so excited. My throat was completely dry and I could barely breathe and something was about to happen. And I woke up.



I had been sleeping. It had all been a strange dream. Whatever did it mean? My forehead was flushed with perspiration and I sat up in my bed. No. No. No. I wanted to find out what was going to happen next. I wanted to be back there. Back in THE HOOVER.



Usually when you wake up you can t remember what you dreamed but I remembered it all so clearly. The jagged wooden block letters outside the rundown storefront spelling THE HOOVER. I would never forget that place. I wanted to go back at once. I lay down and pulled the covers up over me but try as I might I could not fall back to sleep.



Eventually an hour or so later the alarm went off and it was time for me to get dressed and go to work. I would never forget that place. THE HOOVER. But by lunchtime at the office when I started thinking about the dream the name of the bar was gone. I had forgotten it. How could I have forgotten it? I should have written it down because now it was gone. I had been stupid. I felt an awful despair because if I didn t know the name of the place how would I ever be able to return there? And I wanted to go back there. So very very much. Damn. Damn. Damn. Stupid. Stupid.



But then while I was sharpening a pencil out of nowhere it popped back into my head. THE HOOVER. The name of the bar was THE HOOVER. It had come back to me. Thank god.



Yes. That was it. It was THE HOOVER. This time I wrote it down on a small piece of paper which I folded carefully and put next to my driver s license in my wallet. I needed to get back there. Back to THE HOOVER. I needed to experience what would happen next. I had to find it again. Somehow. Somehow.



Day s passed. Nights passed. Dreams came and disappeared without me even remembering that I had even had a dream. It was all so disappointing. More than anything I ve ever wanted in my life I wanted to be back at THE HOOVER.



Perhaps I could find it. Perhaps I had seen it in real life and it become implanted subconsciously in my mind. I went to the telephone book. Nothing. There was a Hoover vacuum repair store. There was a Hoover stationery store. There was a Hoover Dry Cleaners. There was Edward Hoover. There was Helen Hoover. There was P. Hoover. There was Quincy Hoover M.D. But there was no Hoover bar or bar and grill.



I drove downtown and walked the streets. I didn t even know what theatre I had gone to in my dream. Had I ever been there? What was I going to see? Nothing just nothing looked like the landscape I remembered upon waking that morning.



Well. If I couldn t return to THE HOOVER perhaps there was someplace like THE HOOVER. I explored the city. I drove into an exceedingly rundown disreputable section of town frequented by lower class laborers. One of the streets had a row of neglected looking storefronts. And one of them was a bar but the name Maloney s was painted in red on the front window. Still I thought I would investigate Maloney s.



I drove through an alley into the back parking lot and tried the rear door of Maloney s but it was locked. I walked back down the dark alley to the street and entered through the front entrance.



There were not too many people there. They all looked like day laborers. They were mostly overweight. Nothing like the gangly long-haired dangerous looking men I had seen in my dream. There were no scraggly beards. No mysterious moustaches. They were all wearing different sorts of work clothes and drinking beer. All the stools were occupied with loud loutish type men watching the football game on television and cheering on the Tacklers. Here as in my dream I felt out of place. I was wearing a business suit and a silk necktie and stood out like a sore thumb. And lord knows I had no interest in the Tacklers game.



I knew I had to order a drink. I looked around. Everyone was drinking beer out of a bottle. Some of them were playing pool in a far corner. There was a lot of smoking despite the fact that the city has an ordinance against smoking in public places. The smell of tobacco was overpowering. I would have to send my suit to the cleaner s tomorrow.



I stepped up to the bar.



What ll it be? The bartender asked me.



A scotch and soda I said. He gave me a funny look. As if I were being oh so high and mighty. But I was not going to order a beer just to be less conspicuous. I hate beer. And I already looked out of place so what difference did it make?



I stood there primly sipping my scotch and soda but nobody was really paying very much attention to me. Actually that was comforting to me. But across the room behind the pool table I noticed a young man. He was very handsome in a vicious sort of way. I tried not to look at him but I couldn t help stealing glances. Unfortunately he seemed to know that I was looking at him. He pretended to look beyond me as his lips twisted into a sneering smile.



I took another sip. I sneaked another peak. He raised the beer bottle to his lips and swigged his eyes glancing off me on their way to the ceiling. What was I doing here? This was all new to me. What was this strange new attraction?



In my younger years I had dated and partied like all the other boys but as they all married and had families I retreated further into my own little world holding down an office job Monday through Friday. On the weekends I drove out to the country to do a little bird watching. Occasionally I went over to my sister s house for dinner and to see the kids. Nothing exciting.



I had never had any desire to wed. I could never understand what people were talking about when they said they fell in love. It had never happened to me. And I was not a terribly sexual person. I had had a few experiences which did not excite me and I had had trouble keeping an erection. The women always tried to soothe me and tell me it didn t matter but after a while I didn t want to put myself through that anymore.



I did occasionally abuse myself as the saying goes but with no particular fantasy except perhaps the photograph of a large penis entering a mouth or a vagina or even a rectum. I liked looking at it. I just didn t want to do it myself.



My eyes darted across the room and the young man was not leaning against the wall where he had been. I quickly surveyed the area and breathed a sigh of relief when I saw him a few feet away talking to another young hoodlum type person. He registered that I had tracked and found him and again came that cruel smile which I knew was meant for me and not for the person with whom he was now conversing



He had very white skin and brilliant blue eyes but his hair and eyebrows were pitch-black. A startling combination. He was wearing a baseball tee shirt and form-fitting trousers all of which betrayed his every muscle and curve. He was exciting. I wished that I could know him. I didn t know why I wanted to know him or what we could ever talk about or do together. Surely he would not be interested in bird watching. And what reason would I have to go over and talk to him? What would I say? What would we ever have in common? But now I wanted to know everything about him. His name his age his interests. Everything. I wondered if we could ever become friends.



He seemed to make a little joke to his companion and he kind of rubbed the front of his pants and they both laughed and he was heading towards me. But no. He was heading to my left and I saw the door there. It was the men s room. He was drawing his zipper down even as he was crossing the crowded bar. I choked on a small ice cube.



It was at that very instant that I knew I needed to use the rest room. But I didn t dare go in while he was there. He would have thought I followed him. I would wait. I waited and I waited. He did not come out for another ten minutes.



I waited until he assumed his earlier slouch against the far wall before I dared to down the last of my drink and set the glass on the bar. Only then did I walk casually towards the men s room. I made sure not to look either to the right or to the left. My eyes were glue fixedly to the men s room door. I entered.



It was a small room with rotting wooden walls. There were two urinals side by side and when you stood in front of either of them the door to one of the two stalls was directly behind you. There was hardly room to pass. Luckily I was the only one now in the men s room.



I stepped up to the far urinal and unzipped my fly. I was just reaching in for my penis when the door flew open and someone stepped up to the next urinal. I kept my eyes squarely in front of me. I wondered if it were the handsome young man who had been fascinating me so. But I didn t dare to look. I tried to concentrate on going. But I must have had some kind of psychological block because as much as full as my bladder was I could not empty it.



My face broke out into a sweat. I heard a liquid stream raining against the white porcelain of the facility to my right but my own stream would not start. The stream to my right stopped but the man did not leave. I thought he might be looking at me. Could he suspect that I was lingering for some distasteful purpose? Certainly not! This was embarrassing.



I knew I should zip up but I still needed to relieve myself. Finally I cautiously looked to my right.



The man was kind of a rough construction type fellow in his early forties I would say. I noticed that his rolled up sleeve exposed some kind of military tattoo on an impressive looking bicep. His hair was just starting to go gray and he had sideburns. He was not classically handsome but he was rugged and not unattractive.



When I looked at him he stared directly into my eyes.



I m having a little trouble I explained laughing. I can t seem to be able to go.



I haven t seen you here before he said.



No. This is my first visit. I was driving by and noticed the place and just stopped in for a drink. Do you come here often? I asked him.



Sometimes he said obliquely looking into my eyes and then down at his penis which I think he was gently squeezing.



Do you want to suck my cock? He asked me in a very blunt fashion.



No. No. I blustered.



I think you do. I think you came down here to suck cock. But that s fine. I like to get my cock sucked. Go ahead.



No. Really. I just had to use the men s room.



He didn t believe me. We can go into the stall there he tilted his head to the stall behind me. We can shut the door and slide the lock and you can sit on the seat and I ll stand in front of you and if someone comes in you just raise your legs so they can t be seen under. No one will know. It s okay.



His words were stimulating me and I was becoming erect. Now I would never be able to go.



Come on he said. I ll show you how big it gets. You ll really like it.



I had never even contemplated doing anything like that but now the idea of it was filling me with a strange excitement. I was being torn in two. Part of me wanted to precede him into the stall and service the penis which was going to get very large and part of me was middle-class and offended. And also a little afraid. But the fear was an intoxicant. My penis got hard in my hand. Harder than it had ever been in my entire life. The thought of doing something so unimaginable and so forbidden was filling me with a new lustful desire. My bourgeois sensibilities had suddenly disappeared. I was just about to acquiesce when the men s room door opened and two burly middle-aged types came in arguing about the ongoing Tacklers game. That changed everything.



The man beside me immediately flushed zipped himself up and left the room and I forced myself back into my pants and followed. I needed to urinate but I was not good at doing it with an audience. I was shy. I wondered what would have happened to me if I had ever been in the military with that total lack of privacy. I hear they don t even have doors on the stalls. I would die.



I knew I should leave but I spotted the handsome slim blue-eyed white-skinned black-haired man again. He hadn t moved. He was still leaning against his wall. His eyes caught mine and only moved away when he threw his head back to pour another swallow of beer into his throat. I ordered another scotch and soda.



I stood there alone drinking at the bar feeling a strange desire to know the tantalizing man across the room. But I was never going to go over to speak to him and he was never going to come over to me. So finally when I finished my second drink I put the glass down on the counter and headed for the door. I still needed to use the men s room but not here. I would find a deserted area and pull to the side of the road.



I went out the door and back into the dark night. I walked ten paces and heard the bar door close another time as I turned into the alley. Footsteps were following me into the alley. I wondered if I were entirely safe here. But I was probably just being neurotic.



The person behind me was probably only walking to his car in the parking lot behind the bar just as I was doing. I did not hasten my pace. I did not in any way want to betray that I was afraid. I was casual. Very casual.



I knew that when I got to the end of the alley and turned toward my car I would be able to get a glimpse of whoever it was behind me. I did and saw that it was him. The handsome young man whom I had been watching all evening. And who I now knew had been watching me. But I just kept walking toward my car.



I thought that at that point his footsteps would go in another direction toward his own vehicle but he stayed right behind me. I was sweating a little now as I pulled out my car keys and inserted the correct one into the lock.



Got a light? he asked me a long cigarette dangling comfortably from his lips. He was scarcely six inches away.



No. No. I don t smoke I told him. Had he followed me into the parking lot?



I notice you got a lighter on your dashboard he observed looking through the window.



Well yes but….



You wouldn t mind if I got in and just lit my cigarette would you?



I really have to get home I explained. I have to get up early.



Fuck. I really need a smoke. Be a pal.



I really don t think….



Be a pal he urged me in a very compelling voice. I nodded. In the back of my mind was that I could open the driver s door and jump in and quickly lock it behind me. Yes. That would be my plan. But as I turned the key and pressed down on the handle he kind of pushed me aside and climbed in. Now he was in the driver s seat. I was afraid he was going to steal my car.



I stood there immobile for a minute as he pushed in the cigarette lighter and then he swung over into the right hand seat.



Get in he said. I ll just take a few puffs. He pulled out the red-hot lighter and touched it to the end of his cigarette. I was afraid but I got in. It was my car and hopefully he would get out the right-hand door in a moment.



He drew deeply and exhaled a hearty cloud of nicotinic smoke into my face. He was still holding the lighter which was still glowing red.



I seen you looking at me all night he said casually.



No. I wasn t I noticed you of course but I wasn t really looking at you.



You re a fucking liar. You were cruising my body. I could see it. I even gave you the chance to meet me in the men s room.



No. I wasn t. I protested. Both of us knew I was lying.



I figure you re one of those high class queers who come downtown for a taste of real-man dick. Right?



That was really offensive. I had done no such thing. Why had I gone in there? I was trying to recreate a dream I had had which had also taken place in a seedy bar. But the bar was not Maloney s. It was THE HOOVER. And the men at THE HOOVER held an unbelievable fascination for me that even this handsome fellow did not. In addition I knew that I was a lot safer in my dream than I now was in the front seat of my own car in this deserted parking lot down a dark alley behind Maloney s bar.



He kept the cigarette dangling from his lips not holding it at all as he reached down and undid his belt buckle. His pants were tight so he would have to lower them to really free himself. He drew out his member and started displaying it for me as it grew longer and thicker and there was even a little ooze of pre-cum on the knob.

A lot of rich older guys come down here to meet up with guys like me. You don t have to be embarrassed. I understand guys like you. I ll let you have this for two hundred bucks.



I hadn t really intended to have any contact with it at all and now he was asking two hundred dollars.



No. I really don t think so. I think you should go.



I m between jobs he told me. I could really use the dough. And he was masturbating the length of his erection right next to me. I couldn t not look at it. But I also couldn t do anything about whatever crazy desire might be coursing through me.



I have to get home I apologized. I ll come back next week.



No. I need the money now.



Please I said.



He shrugged his shoulders and reached his arms down to adjust his pants. I thought he was just going to tuck it away but he reached into his tight right pocket and pulled out a switchblade which he then switched open.



I would really hate to have to hurt you he said. Give me your wallet.



Please I said again.



Give me your fucking wallet and be quick about it he ordered now in a very unfriendly voice. I handed him my wallet. He kept the knife poised in my direction while he studied all my papers. I had over five hundred dollars in my wallet. I knew I shouldn t carry so much cash. From now on I would be more careful. I also would not be visiting strange taverns in a depressed part of town in the late evenings after this. I was hoping he would just take the money and go. Yes. Go before stabbing me in the chest or pressing the cigarette lighter into my face. The lighter was in his lap. It had gone cold but he only had to plug it in for a moment.



Melvin Spenniker he observed having seen my name and address on my driver s license and all the other vital documents which one must carry today. I hoped he would not take my credit cards. I also hoped he would not make me drive to an ATM machine and draw out funds from my account which I would then have to hand over to him under the threat of bodily harm. If I ever got out of this I would have learned a lesson. It wasn t even fair. I hadn t done anything.



He lifted the bills out of my billfold and carelessly flipped it back onto my lap. He counted them and smiled.



You were stupid man. I would have let you suck my cock for two hundred. It would have been cheaper. And I have a real nice cock as you can see. Next time maybe you ll know a little better.



There won t be a next time I said stiffly. And I don t suck cock I informed him.



Suit yourself he said. He stubbed out his cigarette in my ashtray but hadn t yet put the lighter away. Finally he put the lighter back in its hole but instead of removing his hand he again pushed the lighter in again. I was terrified. But then he reached into his shirt pocket and drew out the pack of cigarettes. He shook one out of the pack and lifted it to his lips. The lighter popped out. He took the glowing hot implement and touched it to the end of the new cigarette. Again he drew deeply finally exhaling a cloud of blue-gray smoke over me. I knew that the smell would remain in my car for years.



He held the lighter in his hand the burning end facing me. And remember. If you every tell anybody. Like go to the police. Or anything. I know who you are. I know your name. I know where you live. Got it?



Yes. I said. I had indeed gotten it. He gave me his last cruel sneering smile and opened the right hand door. Before he got out he leaned toward me holding out the lighter but he was only reaching in front of me to put it back in its socket. Thank Heaven. Nice to meet you Melvin he said. Remember. Any time you want to pay me to suck my cock. He laughed at me as he groped himself.



The moment he was out of the car I snapped all the locks down and placed my key in the ignition. I was so nervous that I scraped the side of the next car as I hastily backed out of the narrow parking space. I saw him laugh at me. The minute I was clear I revved the motor and sped off. A half hour later I got to my apartment. And was I ever glad to be home. I never wanted another experience like that.



I took a hot shower and got into bed. I turned out the light and tried to fall asleep. It had been so unsettling. In one night two different men had wanted me to suck their cocks. They had thought that I had come into that establishment for the express purpose of finding cock to suck. Was there something about me?



It was hot. I threw off the blanket. It was chilly. I pulled up the blanket. And why had I gotten so aroused when it was all happening? More arousal than I had ever felt in my entire life. I would go back to Maloney s. I would pay the two hundred dollars. I would find out what it was like. No. I would never go back to Maloney s. I could be killed if I went back to Maloney s. It was dangerous.



It was hot. I threw off the blanket. It was chilly. I pulled up the blanket. I fluffed the pillows under my head. Try as I might I could not get comfortable. I could not fall asleep. I needed desperately to sleep. I could not fall asleep.



I had had two highballs at Maloney s which should have made me sleepy but they must have worn off. The fright had overcome their soporific effect. Maybe if I had another drink.



I got up and went into the living room. My liquor was in a cabinet there. I rummaged. I found a bottle of gin. Why did I have gin? I never drank gin. I was not a drinker at all. Why did I have a liquor cabinet?



I opened the bottle. It took five minutes and a sharp knife to get the damned seal off. I poured myself a stiff one and swallowed it in two gulps. Uggghhh. Horrible. Why do people drink this stuff? I sat in a chair holding the bottle for ten minutes but I still wasn t feeling sleepy and god I needed to sleep. I poured a stiffer one and swallowed it in four gulps. I put the bottle back in the liquor cabinet and went back to bed.



Yes. It was working. I was feeling a little dizzy. Nauseous and dizzy.



At first the room was spinning but gradually the spinning evolved into a free-floating airiness. I was on a cloud somewhere wafting through the heavens. Where was the cloud taking me? I was anxious to find out.



I was in the country with my binoculars looking to sight a blue-billed Peckerling a bird I had never heard of but I knew was nearby. It seemed very important now that I catch sight of the Blue-Billed Peckerling at least in flight if not in his nest. I had no idea what he would look like but I was certain I would recognize him by his blue bill.



As I pushed through the brush a cluster of fearful birds flapped into the air. I looked hopefully but they were all sparrows. Not one blue bill. But wait. Wasn t that one? Way off there near that other cloud? But now my cloud had reversed direction and was floating away from it and eventually it was so far away that I could not focus my binoculars sufficiently to identify the bird.



But then I was suddenly in the theatre. The very theatre. I recognized it clearly. I had been here before. A great happiness overcame me. I was anticipating a wonderful performance. But first I knew I would have to use the rest room. This time having been forewarned I did not even ask the lady at the box office where the rest room was. I knew where it was. It was down the street then a block over then across an intersection. Over there was a collection of run-down storefronts. Above one would be jagged block letters identifying the name I sought. THE HOOVER. The men s room was in THE HOOVER. I was frightened and excited at the same time. I was going to go into THE HOOVER and I was going to go into the rest room hidden behind the far side of the bar.



I went in the door. They seemed to be all the same trashy-type rough-looking men who had been here on my last visit. They seemed to be country folk. I didn t know country folk but I knew that these men were all country folk. I was sure that they all did hard labor on farms and ranches pitching hay tending cattle and were all somewhat inarticulate. Most of them were angular. I have always liked angularity and their facial hair made them look mysterious and dangerous. I felt my wallet in my pocket. Why had I brought my wallet? I should have left it home.



I ordered a highball at the bar and stood there drinking it. I wondered when I would dare to go into the men s room. Only ten feet away. So close. So close. If I could only get to the men s room and see what would happen before my eyes snapped open. I somehow knew I was asleep and was clinging to my sleep desperately. I knew that this was where I needed to be. In THE HOOVER.



Suddenly a handsome young man with a rakish blonde moustache moved next to me. I looked at him and smiled and he smiled back tipping his beer bottle at me. When he smiled he didn t look so mean anymore.



This your first time here? I ain t seen you before.



No I answered. I was here before. Once before.



You picked a good place. We got a good crowd here. A lot of nice fellers he told me. I was glad to hear that and I was glad he was being so nice to me.



My name s Luke he offered stretching out his hand.



Melvin I told him shaking the proffered hand. I did not give him my last name. I had not become that trustful. And anyway he hadn t told me his last name.



So what brought you to THE HOOVER? Luke asked me cagily his eyes narrowing.



I have a ticket for the theatre I explained.



This ain t no theatre he laughed.



I know. I know. I needed to use the men s room and it seems they have no men s room in the theatre. They sent me here.



How about that? Luke said swigging a swallow of beer.



In his slim angularity there was a sensuality which was beginning to beguile me. His teeth were a little crooked. His eyelids drooped a little. He was obviously uneducated and yet I felt so drawn to him. He took another swig of his beer and I watched his bony hand as he lifted the bottle. He was so lean. More than lean. Skinny. I knew his legs would be long and skinny inside his jeans but he had the most beautifully rounded firm buttocks pressing against the aging material that had grown thin and weakened perhaps through sitting on hard leather saddles.



I have to get back to the theatre before the show starts I should really use the rest room now I said.



Mind if I come with you Mel? I need to get rid of some of this beer. Make room for more. He howled at his own joke.



That s okay I said. But I was nervous. I would have trouble going with someone standing next to me. I knew that.



Okay then. He set his empty bottle down on the bar and threw an arm around my shoulder in comradely fashion. I had never had a comrade before. I liked it. We walked to the men s room and went in. It looked a little different than it had the last time I had been in here. Maybe a little bigger? It was probably just my imagination. How could it have gotten bigger? But weren t there only two urinals here last time? I could swear there were only two then. Now there were five.



I walked to the one at the far end of the room hoping Luke would take the furthest one away. Why crowd together when we had so much space? He took the one right next to mine. I almost knew he was going to do that. We were looking into each other s eyes when I heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper. Out of the corner of my eye I could see his hands taking it out. If I looked I would be able to see it. I wanted to see what it looked like. But if I looked he would know things about me so I couldn t look. My heart was pounding. I looked down. I looked down and saw



sunlight coming through the half-closed blinds. It was morning. I had somehow slept through the alarm and now I was late for work. I jumped into my clothes and raced to my car without even thinking of breakfast. Only later on my coffee break did I start to recall fragments of my dream.



And then I remembered it clearly. I remembered Luke. The way he had thrown his arm over my shoulder. If only I had not had to leave so suddenly what might have happened between us? Would I have done things I had never done before?



I could barely wait for the day to be over. I wanted to get back to THE HOOVER. I wanted to take up just where I had left off last night. He had been standing right next to me and I was just about to look down at what he was manipulating with his hand.



But it was too early. I wasn t hungry but I forced myself to eat a little dinner. I watched the local news. I watched the national news. It was all depressing. It was not where I wanted to be. Finally I felt it was late enough that I could in good conscience turn off the television and retire for the night.



It was hot. I threw off the blanket. It was chilly. I pulled up the blanket. I fluffed the pillows under my head. Try as I might I could not get comfortable. I could not fall asleep. I needed desperately to sleep. I could not fall asleep.



I went into the living room and poured myself a stiff one and swallowed it in two gulps. I poured myself a stiffer one and swallowed it in four gulps. I shouldn t let this get to be a habit. I didn t want to become an alcoholic. I only wanted just once to spend the night the whole night in THE HOOVER.



I was a little less nauseous tonight but the spinning began. The world was warm and comfortable and cozy and spinning. And I was in Las Vegas. I had heard about this fantastic slot machine at the Beau Riviere Hotel. The one nearest the last window of the cashier s cage. I would be rich. I had cashed in all my assets and had brought them with me.



I went to the Beau Riviere but I had never been there before because I had never been in Las Vegas before and I didn t know which slot machine it was. There were a lot of slot machines nearest to the last window of the cashier s cage. Suddenly I heard bells ringing and I heard the sound of a woman s voice. She was shrieking.



I hit it she screamed. I hit it. I hit the forty-two million dollars. I m rich. I m rich.



While I was stupidly looking around she had found the magic machine. She had beaten me to the forty-two million dollars which I had gone there to win. I felt sick.



I felt sick and got up and ran into the bathroom. I fell on my knees and retched into the bowl. Nothing came up. Just some saliva. Or gin. Or gin flavored saliva. I could not keep drinking gin like this. I was in a hot sweat all over. Finally I felt a little better and washed off my face and dried it. What a terrible dream. To have not won forty-two million dollars when I had been so close. If I had just gotten to that machine a minute before she did it would have been mine.



I got back into bed and brooded about my bad luck. But now I was standing across the street from the broken jagged block letters that spelled THE HOOVER. Maybe I was going to get lucky after all. I went into THE HOOVER and ordered a cocktail at the bar. I think the men there were beginning to think of me as a regular and accept me. I didn t feel like such an outcast any more. I felt as if I finally belonged someplace.



And I didn t have to hurry back to the theatre tonight. I hadn t stopped there first to buy a ticket so I had all night to spend in THE HOOVER. What adventures would befall me here? I needed a comrade to guide me through the rites. A brother. Where was Luke? I didn t see him. I really wished that he were here.



I felt an irresistible siren call from the men s room. I was desperate to go in there but I wanted to go in with Luke and he wasn t here tonight. I would have to go in alone. I was a little nervous. I pulled myself together and decided to go for it. I set my empty glass down on the bar. I could still taste the gin on my tongue. I walked casually towards the men s room door. Not looking left. Not looking right. I went through the door.



Where ya been man? I been waiting for you. You totally disappeared on me last night. It was Luke. He was standing at the urinal exactly as he had been the night before. I was really glad to see him.



You were waiting for me? I asked shyly.



Hell yes man. Can t do this alone. Gotta have a little company. Gotta have my buddy with me. Right?



Right I answered the warm glow of companionship spreading through me.



Well step on up man. What are you waiting for a gold-printed invitation?



I laughed and took my spot to the left of him. I turned my face sideways and we looked at each other. The crooked teeth and the droopy eyelids now seemed unbearably sensual to me. I wanted to wilt against his lean strength. I wanted…..I wanted…….I wanted to look down.



I looked. He was holding it. Gently playing with it. It was only semi-erect but still very large. And it was beautiful. I had never thought of a penis as being beautiful. But now……….I wanted to touch it. I wanted to hold it. To feel it grow to iron in my grip. But what would he think of me if I did a thing like that?



Go ahead man he said gently. I know you want to touch it. I stretched out my right hand and gently massaged him. He closed his eyes and sighed happily. He even lit a cigarette and began puffing on it contentedly. I reached into his underwear and handled his hairy heavy testicles.



Nice man. You really know how to please a guy he told me. And I was so pleased to hear this.



I dropped to my knees in front of him as he turned to face me. It was now clear that we were not there to use the facilities but for other purposes.



It was so hot and hard in my hand. And so straight. And so beautiful. And now a little drop of moisture appeared on the knob. I was captivated by it. I knew I wanted to taste it. I wanted to taste Luke. I wanted to take Luke into my mouth. I wanted to take Luke s penis into my mouth.



Go ahead man he encouraged me putting tender pressure on the back of my head. I opened my mouth and



the alarm went off. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Another day at work. Another fucking day. And who knew when or if I would ever get back to THE HOOVER.



I could not live my life like this. Filled with strange unfulfilled dark desires. I needed to become more proactive. If this was what I really wanted well then maybe I should at least experiment. I tried to work but I was nervous all day long and kept making stupid mistakes. I had decided what I was going to do that evening. I was going to go back to Maloney s.



I had had two chances at Maloney s to do what I evidently wanted to do and I had messed up on it. But this time I was going to Maloney s in a different frame of mind. I knew what I could find there and now I wanted it.



I ate a light dinner and dressed for Maloney s. I wore a pullover shirt and slacks. No suit and tie. Even so I would not be dressed as the other clientele. I took my driver s license out of my wallet which might be something I might need and I took some cash. Around two hundred and fifty dollars. Fifty dollars would cover any drinks I might buy and if two hundred dollars was the going rate for what I wanted to do here it was. I put my wallet in the bottom dresser drawer.



I parked my car tightly between two others behind the bar. I hoped that tonight I would not have to make such a hurried departure that I would scrape one of the neighboring cars. I walked down the dark alley to the street and entered Maloney s.



There was a Tacklers game on the TV and most of the guys sitting at the bar were watching it and cheering. There was a pool game going on in the far corner of the room. I looked around hoping to see the construction man who had offered to let me suck him off on my last visit. He had been quite nice looking and clean and seemed to be a decent guy. I didn t see him. I also did not see the handsome white-faced blue-eyed black-haired man who wanted two hundred dollars to let me suck him and had then taken five hundred because I wouldn t give him the two hundred.

Many of the men either had bulging beer bellies or did not appear to be too clean both of which turned me off. If I was going to suck on someone s penis at least I wanted him to be somewhat attractive and I wanted the penis to be clean.



I thought longingly of Luke with his rakish blonde moustache and his crooked teeth and his drooping eyelids which were so so sexy. And his straight long thick penis with the little drop of moisture on the knob anticipating what I would do for him. But he was only a figment of my imagination. Someone who d come to me in a dream to lead me in new exciting directions.



I kept a close watch on the men s room door seeing who was going in and who was coming out. One of the beer-belly guys got off his stool at the bar and went in. In a few minutes he came out. I would wait. More of the same. More of the same. Eventually I knew I had to go into the men s room. But only to use the facilities. I waited until it was empty and then I went in.



I had just finished urinating and was about to zip up when I heard the door open. Suddenly I got nervous again. I waited to see who it was. The man stepped up to the right of me and I cautiously turned my head. He looked at me and smiled.



Hi Melvin he said. Nice to see you again.



It was him. The handsome one who had taken my five hundred dollars.



I was passing by I said. I thought I d have a drink.



A drink is always good he said. I ll tell you what. Why don t I let you buy me a couple of beers? How does that sound?



If you want I said. He was stroking his penis next to me and I tried not to look at it. I wanted him to offer it to me for a price as he had before. But he didn t. He just kept stroking it and stroking it and looking into my eyes.



I didn t see you in the bar I said.



I just got here. Seems like I got here just in time to meet my buddy Melvin. Did you come to see me Melvin? I bet you came to see me. He kept running his hand along the length of his penis which I could only see out of the corner of my eye but it was exciting me as was the sound of his voice. I felt as if he had total control over me. I knew that I wanted him.



I came in for a drink I said.



I don t think so he teased me. I think you came in to get a taste of my cock. But you know it s gonna cost you.



I know I said. All right.



Not right away he said trying to put the stiff rod back inside his pants. He zipped up. Let s have a couple of drinks first. Get to know each other.



Okay I said. That didn t seem to be like a bad idea at all. I wondered if we could ever become friends. I wondered if he could ever like me just for being me and not for two hundred dollars. He followed me out of the men s room and back into the bar. Then he stepped to my side and threw his arm around my shoulder in a comradely grasp. Just like Luke had done.



We stepped up to the bar side by side and he pounded his hand jovially on the wood to attract the bartender s attention.



A beer for me and one for my buddy he told him.



I don t drink beer.



Have a beer.



I hate beer.



Have a beer. Be a regular guy for once in your life he told me. That sounded like a good idea. I really did want to be a regular guy for once in my life. I took the beer. He raised the bottle to his lips and threw his head back imbibing a large swallow. I did the same. Uggh. It was horrible. Bitter. I hate beer. But I drank it and kept my silence.



We stood drinking together but not communicating. I thought it would be nice if we talked a little. I tried to get him to tell me something about himself like what his name was….



You can call me Mitch he said.



And where he lived.



Different places he answered.



And what he did for a living.



Odd jobs he said.



It was hard to envision a friendship with someone you knew nothing about and who was so uncommunicative.



I kept wondering when we were going to go back to the men s room but he just kept ordering more beers. Every time he slammed an empty bottle on the bar I thought it would be time but he ordered more. I was sipping very slowly so I had only had two beers to his five. Finally he slammed the bottle down on the bar and belched a little. Christ. I gotta take a piss he said.



This was the time. I followed him into the men s room. He took the far urinal which was really mine and I had to take the one nearest the door. I heard the sound of his zipper and then there was a big commotion down below as he tried to extract his heavy equipment. Now was the time. I started to turn to him when I heard a powerful stream hit the porcelain. He was like a waterfall.



Christ he said. Did I need that!



Well. After all those beers….. I suggested.



Don t you have to take a leak? he asked me.



I can t seem to go right now I said. Later. How could I go with him standing beside me holding the penis which I wanted to suck.



Come on he said. He started towards the door.



Shouldn t we go into one of the stalls? I asked nervously.



Not here Melvin. Haven t you got any class?



He was making me feel ashamed. I lowered my head and followed him back into the bar. We each had one more beer which I hardly drank at all. And then he said



Okay. Let s go.



We went out of the bar together and down the dark alley. He lit a cigarette as he waited for me to open the car door. Again he got in first. I followed him and sat in the driver s seat.



How about the money Melvin he goaded me. I reached into my pocket and took out the two hundred dollars and handed it to him. He counted it and smiled. He shoved it deep into his pants pocket.



And then we sat there with him blowing smoke into my face. I didn t know how to proceed.



Shouldn t we get into the back seat? I asked hesitantly. There would be more room in the back seat.



You think I m gonna let you blow me in the back seat of some car? he asked incredulously.



I didn t know I answered. Where?



I like to relax and get comfortable when someone s going down on me. I like to take it slow and have it last a long long time.



I didn t say anything.



Doesn t that sound good to you?



Yes I admitted.



I wanna strip down and lie on a nice comfortable bed with my head up on the pillows while someone works my cock over. You got a nice comfortable bed Melvin?



This was a new twist. I didn t know if I wanted to take him home with me. After all he had virtually robbed me once before. Once inside my home what would he take? But I was afraid to say no. I didn t want him to think that I might think that he might be dishonest. And I also wanted what I had already paid for. I didn t want to throw good money after bad and have him get out of the car with the two hundred dollars in his pants which he certainly would not return to me.



Okay I said. He smiled and gave me a playful pat on the cheek which I kind of liked. It was like a guy thing. We had a pact. I was beginning to look forward to it. Maybe it would be really nice to be in bed with someone.



I drove to my apartment and we went up in the elevator. I kept thinking how good looking he was as we stood facing each other going up to my floor.



Once inside I locked the door and I led him into the bedroom. I pulled back the blankets so that we would be on the sheets. I started to undress but he had just taken his shirt off. I was waiting for him to take off his pants and lie down on the bed.



Mitch? I questioned.



What Melvin?



Don t you want to lie down? I asked.



You know what?



What? I asked.



I been working all day and I m kind of sweaty. I d kind of like to take a nice hot shower before we start. Okay?



Sure I said. That sounded great to me. I really like clean.



Why don t you take a shower with me? We can kind of soap each other up and get to know each other a little first. Okay?



Yes I said. It sounded positively romantic.



I led him to the bathroom and got into the shower. I adjusted the temperature and the flow and waited for him to enter.



Okay I said.



Finally he unhitched his belt and pulled down his tight pants. He was also wearing some worn striped boxer shorts which he stepped out of and dropped in front of the shower door. And now I could finally see his penis swaying as he stepped into the shower and closed the door. It was hefty. Pretty much near as nice as Luke s had been in my dream. He had a really beautiful body. Hard and muscled with firm buttocks and the black hair was not only on his head but all over his wonderful torso. Just looking at him was giving me an erection.



He reached over my head and adjusted the shower spray so that it was fully on him. Why don t you soap me up first he said.



Okay I agreed. I took the soap. He turned his back to me and waited for me to begin. I felt his warm skin under my soapy hands. So smooth so nice. I soaped and I soaped working up a good lather then I used my hands. I massaged all over his back and then I moved down to his rear. I massaged the two taut cheeks and wondered if I should touch his secret spot.



Go on Melvin he encouraged me bending slightly so that his rear was more open. I wanna be really clean for you. You know what I mean? I wondered if he wanted me to lick him on that spot. Well as long as he was so clean maybe I would do it for him. I wanted him to like me. And not just for the money.



My soapy fingers felt the tightness of his sphincter. He seemed to be enjoying it. He was making little aaaahhhh noises. I let my finger penetrate ever so slightly and he made more aaahhh noises. But then he stood up. That was real nice Melvin.



Thank you I answered.



It s like having a handmaiden he added and then said. Do my legs.



I bent down and soaped his legs and feet and between his toes and then he turned his back into the water and let the white suds run down his body and into the drain.



Now you can do my front he said. I did his chest and his abdomen but he made me wash his legs again before moving up to his privates. I was kneeling to do his legs and then as my hands moved up toward his privates I saw that he was erecting. I soaped my hand and lathered his balls and then with a very soapy hand I began to lather his penis. (The head of which was exactly an inch away from my mouth.) I would do it now. I would do it in the shower. I started to edge my head forward anxious to know the taste of such an instrument when he pushed me off laughing.



Not yet Melvin. You re too anxious. We gotta save that part. I told you I wanna be lying down with my head on the pillows.



Okay I said. That seemed to be my phrase for the evening. Everything was okay .



Now I ll soap you he said.



Okay I said. He pushed the shower-head so that the spray was falling now on me. He turned me against the far wall and began to soap my back. It was feeling so wonderful. His strong hands on my back. Then on my legs. Then he went to my rear and did to me what I had done to him and I knew why he had been saying aaaahhh because now I was saying aaaahhhh .



Then he reached around me to do my chest and his body was pressed tightly against mine as he massaged my nipples. And I could feel his hard cock jutting between my asscheeks. This was so wonderful. So fucking wonderful.



One sec he said. Behind me he opened the shower door and stooped down for a minute. But then he closed the shower door and he was back and his left hand was massaging my left nipple and I could feel his hot knob knocking at my rear door.



You feel my cock Melvin? he asked.



Yes I sighed.



How does it feel?



It feels wonderful I breathed and I rubbed against it a little and soapy as it was it slid around in my crack and almost penetrated me.



How would you like to feel my big hot cock in your tight little ass Melvin? Would you like that?



Yes I said.



I would do that for you after I let you suck on it for a couple of hours.



It sounded like heaven.



Yes I sighed.



He brought his mouth down against my ear and I didn t know whether he was going to kiss it or nibble it but he just whispered into it.



There s only one little thing he said.



What s that? I asked.



I really fucking hate fags man And then I saw his right hand which was holding something shiny come up in a swiping motion across my throat. I didn t know what had happened. I lifted my hand to my neck and it came away sudsy and red. I was surprised. I felt my legs starting to buckle a little and it was getting dark.



Come on man. Everybody s been waitin for you. You ve been holding up the party a voice said.



I have? I asked. What party was that?



And suddenly there was this blinding bright light and I was in this great white room. And there was a beautiful long penis at my lips. I raised my eyes and looked. It was Luke. I was back at THE HOOVER. I was back with Luke. But the men s room looked different than it had before. It was no longer a small room. It was endless. And there millions and millions of naked men with blonde beards and blonde moustaches. They looked similar to Luke and they were all watching me.



Come on buddy. You can do it said Luke urging my head forward and I took it into my mouth and my mouth was filled with beautiful warm pulsing flesh. At last I knew the taste of a penis and it was incredible. Even in my dreams I had never imagined it could be like this.



That s it buddy good boy. Keep going. Keep going. And I kept going and then it was happening. His fluids were erupting into my mouth nourishing me. Such sweet nectar. Fit for the gods. He held my head to him and caressed it running his fingers through my hair. Finally I lifted my mouth off of it and looked up into his kindly eyes. He seemed pleased with me.



My friend Bill over here he said pointing to one of the nearby men would like you to do it for him? Would that be okay?



I nodded yes .



He stepped aside and Bill took his position before my lips. Luke knelt beside my body and began massaging my buttocks which began to rise and fall as he worked on them.



Listen buddy. My friend Fred over here would like to go in the back way. Would that be okay with you?



I nodded and said mmm hmmm because I couldn t speak with Bill s large penis filling my mouth.



And then I felt Fred s member feeding into my rear and he was so large I couldn t understand why it didn t hurt at all but just felt so wonderful and so smooth and so soothing and so comforting and I was pressed between two beautiful male bodies and this was even more than comradeship. And then I drank Bill s delicious liquor and felt Fred s warm flood gush into my lower regions. And then I saw that there were lines and lines of men stretching further than the eye could see all waiting for me. Waiting to fill one orifice or another with scalding jets of their masculinity. I was finally getting what I felt I had been lacking my whole life. They were filling me with masculinity.



And then Bill and Fred were gone but there were others. So many others. And I was filled with a great happiness. Because I had found THE HOOVER again. It had been so hard to get to THE HOOVER but I would never have to search for it again on other tortured nights. Because this time I would never have to leave it. I would be in THE HOOVER throughout all eternity.

Young gay gets ass-fucked

Chicks Just Get In the Way

Think Alexa will fuck me? Austin asks as he tunes his guitar slung across his knees. He listens intently to the notes from the strings as he watches me with a devilish smile. He likes making me squirm.



I shrug. The question doesn t require an answer. When Austin sets out to fuck someone he does it and the person involved doesn t have much say in the matter.



Still I m moved to at least a token protest. What about Patrick? I point out.



He makes a dismissive sound. That pussy? I m not worried about him.



How are you gonna get rid of him then? I retort. They re Siamese twins.



A big grin spreads across his face. It s the grin that never fails to give me chills and a slight quiver of apprehension in the pit of my belly because I know exactly how his evil little mind words.



I m not he announces smirking. You are.



I groan. I fucking knew it. Austin no. No more schemes.



Come on… With his most winning smile he slides closer to me. I shrink back into the corner of the couch to put some distance between us but he presses his thigh right up to mine. He leans into me staring into my eyes. Austin s eyes light gray with a startling ring of deep blue around the edge of the iris are dangerous weapons I m not equipped to resist and he knows it. As he burns me with his smile a wave of dark hair falls forward and I fight the urge to reach up and push it back from his eyes. Those pink cherub lips part in a self-satisfied smile as he watches me melt into a puddle before him. My resistance is utterly gone. I ll do whatever he wants. I always do. He knows exactly how much I want him and I hate him for it at the same time my love gnaws at my stomach like a disease.



I put up more protests struggling somewhat weakly against his will. Every time they come over here he s stuck to Alexa like a leech. He s probably not even in to guys. What if he s totally straight? If he decides to punch me –



Take it easy Will. The smile tilts as he slips his hand over my knee and slowly rubs my thigh. I don t react. If I try to push him away he ll only laugh at me. Ignoring him is my only defense. I ve become rather good at it the past few years. He already has my heart – and my balls – in a death grip. I won t give him the satisfaction of wearing it on my sleeve for him to taunt me with. But still I have to bite back a whimper as he breathes his boyish breath on my cheek while his hand strokes my thigh just above the knee sending jolts up my leg straight to my cock. I press my legs together praying he won t see the bulge forming in my crotch.



I ve seen how he looks at me Austin says softly against my ear making me shiver. I marvel at his ego even while my hard-on throbs. How he looks at me. Always with the me. He might be with Alexa but the boy is curious. I can feel it. He wants a taste and you re gonna give it to him tonight.



I draw back and try to look him straight in the eye without flinching. I take his wrist in my hand and pull it off my thigh. No Austin I give one last attempt to save myself. And Austin doesn t like it when I get independent. His grin gets wider and he breaks away from my grip and goes straight for my crotch. He laughs at me when he feels my erection and he rubs it lightly it making it harder and more urgent.



Well well what s this?



Shut up. I turn red and I push at his hand but he just snickers.



Aw c mon Will he breathes in my ear. You wanna be my wingman don t you? It ll be fun and you know he wants to. Squeezes my dick to make no doubt who *he* was. Pulls back and leers at me watching my face. Sometimes I just hate him so much. He knows how I feel. No matter how I try to hide it he knows.



But it s my own fault. I went down on him a couple of times a few years ago when I was learning my sexuality and I needed sex so bad I thought I d explode. He never reciprocated just sat back and enjoyed it but he figured out then he can get what he wants from me by teasing me sexually and I can t resist him. Cocky bastard.



I give in just to make him stop torturing me. Okay dammit I push him away and he draws back grinning his victory. My stomach churns with the unique feeling of nausea and euphoric lust only Austin can create in me.



Patrick plays bass and Alexa is a singer. They ve been over a couple of times to play with us. We re trying to get a band together and since my dad has a nice big basement we practice at my house. Dad doesn t mind. Between work and his girlfriend he s gone most of the time anyway. He doesn t mind if we drink as long as we don t drive he might mind us smoking pot but he doesn t know about it.



I get up from the couch and go over behind my drums to get away from Austin and nurse my damaged heart. He doesn t care how much he stomps on it. He calls me his friend and I suppose I am: I do anything he wants. Go along with his schemes drive him everywhere listen to his stories about all the girls he fucks. And if he notices me getting jealous he laughs at me and rubs it in my face. Hell. I like to think I wouldn t but I know I ll suck his dick again if I get the chance. If he asks I ll do it. Maybe that s why I hang around him waiting for that moment if it ever comes…



Alexa and Patrick get there and we jam around for awhile. I have to admit Alexa is a cute girl. She s just Austin s type. He likes them petite with small tits. Dark hair cut across her forehead in bangs then flowing down her shoulders. And Patrick is yummy. I do like redheads especially freckled ones. He s quite tall with an almost thin body and shy green eyes and he usually looks at the ground except when Alexa is talking she seems to talk for both of them because he doesn t say much.



Curiously I watch him. Now that I m really paying attention I notice that Patrick s eyes seem to follow Austin a bit more than I would ve thought about before Austin said what he did. As much as I hate to admit it Austin was right. Patrick s ripe for the picking. And come to think of it he and Alexa seem to be more good friends than boyfriend and girlfriend. There is a level of comfort between them I don t see much between couples. The more I watch them the more I think this might not be a challenge after all.



Austin gets up from the couch and dims the lights so only one bare bulb burns over the stair. On his way back he reaches up over the washer behind a pipe and grabs the tin Sucrets container where we keep our stash.



He sits down on the couch cross-legged and grins while he rolls a fat joint. This is some crazy weed he announces to Alexa and Patrick. It ll really make you fly.



Alexa moves to edge of the couch to wait her turn eagerly while he lights up and inhales. He grins holds it and then moves up close to Alexa s face. She grins with understanding. She opens her mouth and leans forward he locks his lips to hers molding them to her mouth and blows filling her lungs with smoke while she inhales deeply. Her head rolls back a little and she coughs recovering but then she takes the joint from Austin s fingers and she s grinning as she takes a deep hit off it with the finesse of a seasoned pot-head while we all watch in admiration at her technique.



I just happen to be sitting next to her on the other end of the couch and Patrick is on the floor at my end leaning his back against the chair. I wait for her to pass it on but all the sudden she leans into me grabs the back of my head and presses her open mouth to mine. I m surprised but I open my lips to hers and close my eyes inhaling the acrid smoke. Instantly I feel lightheaded as the carbon dioxide fills my lungs along with the familiar burn of the smoke. Shit! I reel and cough as she pulls back grinning.



That was fucking…. I m too dizzy to find the word. Austin and Alexa laugh but Patrick only grins and I m not too high to notice he seems a little nervous. His eyes dart to Alexa and she grins at him and gives him a little nod.



Alexa points to Patrick when she hands me the joint. Now you pass it on to him she orders.



I grin and nod. They ve discussed this. Or it s a spontaneous plan between the two of them happening before my eyes. The same plan Austin came up with. This is gonna be even easier than Austin thought…



The hit from the joint totally knocks me flat and for a second I tumble through space thinking dimly holy shit! I almost can t stop myself from laughing and blowing it when they start laughing at the look on my face. But I choke it back and lean over to Patrick down on the floor. He tilts his head shyly and I slide my arm over his neck and close my eyes as I press my lips to his soft mouth. He opens shyly and I blow filling his lungs as he breathes in. The sensation of feeding my breath to him makes me tingle all over and I can t stop myself from sliding the tip of my tongue over his as I pull away head spinning.



Patrick looks startled closes his eyes as he holds in the hit for the required moment choking a bit just like I did with the effort of holding the smoke in his lungs… then lets it out and shakes his head comically while we all laugh. He glances up into my eyes and when I pass the joint to him I brush his wrist with my fingertips. When he looks away shyly he s so cute I want to jump him.



Patrick s turn and he coughs and coughs when he inhales and when he blows it into Austin s mouth he ends up mainly just coughing and not getting a good seal on Austin s lips losing most of the hit. Alexa sits back with her eyes all sleepy grinning at the two of them as they pull apart.



Now that s hot she announces.



What is? Austin is on her high-beam charm.



You know she giggles. Watching guys kiss. It s so hot.



You think so? He leers the devil in his eyes. Turns to me and grins his teeth all in a row like a shark s. My heart sinks but only a little this time as the heavy fragrant smoke stuffs my brain with cotton. Smoking pot always makes me so horny. And hungry. And stupid. Stupid enough to do whatever Austin wants without even pretending to protest…



He takes the joint from Patrick and starts the circle of mouth-blowing again this time he sticks his tongue in Alexa s mouth and she giggles. We re all stoned already. When the weed comes to me I take Patrick s head in my hand and close my fist in his silky red hair. Succulent innocent and a little nervous he shivers. I close in on him like a hawk hunting a trembling mouse. His eyes flash doubt as I brush his tongue with mine again. But he doesn t pull away and a second later he hesitantly responds. His quick nimble tongue gently probes my mouth and then darts away. I blow the smoke into his lungs and he holds it as I capture his tongue with mine demanding his response.



He pulls away coughing and sprawls back onto the floor. I grin down at him and move onto my knees next to his chest. He props his head against the chair as I hold the joint to his lips and watch him inhale watch his eyes go back in his head. When he looks back up at me I dip down and wrap my lips around his drawing his breath from his open mouth. Carbon dioxide and the THC mingle and I reel from the intense high. Oh fuck… My brain struggles to process it as my lungs struggle to hold it. I glance through the fog over at Austin grinning his shark smile with his eyes gleaming at me like cold and shiny jewels.



Anger floods me. My best friend. I ll show him to fuck with me. I ll show him what I ll do if I get the chance.



Impatiently I hand off the joint back to Alexa still on my knees next to Patrick. He s motionless totally limp and unresisting just looks at me with glassy eyes as my fingers pull the hem of his black t-shirt up over his belly up to his nipples so it bunches under his arms. His stomach is smooth and lean and his skin is satin to my lips. I dip down tracing the line of his sternum down his belly to his navel. He jumps at the contact with my tongue and the animal in me reacts to his innocence and his jolt of pleasure. I thrust my tongue into the dip of his belly button and wiggle it while he squirms on the floor and whimpers his hand lightly brushing my back.



All this time Alexa is staring transfixed at what we re doing. I m intensely aware of her and Austin out of the corner of my vision. Austin persistently kisses her neck but she s all but ignoring him open-mouthed at what I m doing to her boyfriend. Or not her boyfriend. Whatever he is. Boyfriend or not he likes it. Only a trace of his former hesitation remains as he opens his mouth to mine when I kiss him again harsh and aggressive fucking his mouth with my tongue in a hard and breathless rhythm.



I never saw this side of Will Alexa breathes her voice trembling. Austin responds in a low chuckle.



Oh he loves cock. You should see him give head he s great at it.



That just spurs me on. Patrick s cock kicks against my palm as I slide my hand over the crotch of his jeans and cup his balls stroking his shaft with my fingertips. I pull Patrick s t-shirt over his head. Skin pale cream silk arms and shoulders a glorious wealth of freckles. He lifts them as I draw off the shirt and toss it aside. Mmm. His cock is thick and eager in my hand. Appreciatively I lick my way down his smooth hairless chest to the fly of his jeans. His breath catches as I press my face to his crotch licking the outline of the head of his cock through the rough fabric. My other hand slides up his chest toying with his innocent peach nipples that are little hard pebbles to my fingertips.



Alexa Patrick whispers with something approaching panic catching in his voice I don t know if –



Shh she soothes him. I can hear her breathing hard but she tries to sound reassuring. Austin is groping her tits from behind but she doesn t really appear to notice. Will won t hurt you. You know you want this… it s time baby.



Oh yeah it s time I breathe wickedly. Even through the denim I can taste his salty excitement. With a little shiver and a sigh he gives in to Alexa s words and relaxes. I smile. I won t hurt him not even a little. Not unless he likes it.



Slowly I slip the button of his jeans open and smoothly slide the zipper down. I lick the dark wet spot on his blue boxers and feel the tip of his cock give a little jolt. I breathe in the delicious smell of his sex. And at the same time I watch Austin out of the corner of my eyes. I want him to watch this. And he is watching – at first he was just focused on Alexa but now I can see his eyes keep going to Patrick and me. Patrick is just a limp and moaning puddle on the carpet a casualty of my wicked fingers and tongue.



He whimpers when I abandon his cock to untie his boots and pull them off. On my knees I slide his jeans down his legs and over his feet. I push them to the side and run my hands up his calves. Smooth silky hair glints reddish-gold. Satiny skin prickles under my palms as I slide up his thighs and gently ease his boxers down his naked legs catching his white socks on the way.



Oh my God he whispers in wonder. Lifts his head to watch in amazement as I toss his underwear on top of the rest of his clothes and then I smile up at him. His face turns red but he smiles back eager even if he s still a bit nervous. Against his belly his cock is hard and flushed dark red dripping eagerly. Very nice – about seven inches and cut thick and twitching. Sparse baby fine reddish curls and big heavy balls beckon me.



Stalking my prey I nibble my way up his knee using my palms to spread his thighs. His cock twitches as I lick around it swirling my tongue over the sensitive skin of his hips and the crease of his thigh.



Oh fuck he s really gonna do it Alexa chokes.



Oh yeah I really am. I smile at the same time I wrap my hand around Patrick s eager shaft. He gasps and so does Alexa. Austin is staring I notice with a grin his eyes wide and his lips parted.



Good. I want him to watch.



I raise my head and look directly into Austin s eyes as I wrap my lips around the tip of Patrick s cock. Patrick moans and his head lightly thumps the floor. I lick it slowly my tongue circling the ridge of the head and gently probing the slit. I pread the slickness of his salty pre-cum with my tongue. And all the while I watch Austin my eyes on his. He swallows watching. He reaches down and adjusts himself. I grin. Alexa is breathing harder squirming.



Patrick s hand comes up and touches my hair gently and I start sucking slowly taking the length deeper in my mouth. If I stroke I know he ll shoot. His cock is smooth and luscious and I caress it with my tongue seeking out his pleasure.



Oh hell. Alexa pants. That is so fucking hot. Austin – I wanna watch you so bad… Patrick suck Austin for me… please…?



Patrick doesn t get a chance to answer. Austin croaks and suddenly gets up. Alexa grins in anticipation as he quickly strips. I love that this is making him hot. I still have my clothes on and I keep slowly sucking Patrick s cock as Austin s hands ease off my shirt. His hands feel so good against my skin. I want him so much but I won t give him the satisfaction of turning away from Patrick to pleasure him.



Patrick I whisper. I reach up and slide my hand under the back of his neck. Suck Austin s cock baby. Nice and slow. He won t let you gag.



There s a moment of hesitation but Patrick is too far gone to resist. He s trembling with need and his long-repressed desire to do exactly what I suggest. As Austin lifts his neck and puts a pillow behind it Patrick reaches for Austin s stocky prick and holds it a moment in fascination before he parts his lips and licks the tip. I know the fascination of that cock and for a second I feel an almost blinding surge of jealousy that I m not the one licking it. But then I remember everything Austin has done to me and I force my heart into a tight little ball.



As Patrick s head moves forward and his mouth opens engulfing Austin in its heat once again Alexa and Austin moan in unison their reactions connected. I draw back a bit and watch Patrick as he awkwardly bobs on Austin s thick shaft. Frustration and pleasure war on Austin s face. He likes this but he wants something more… substantial. He glances at me under his lashes as he bites his bottom lip but he s not getting what he wants from me not this time. This time he has to take what he can get.



Alexa slides down off the couch onto her knees and comes over to us with a wild look in her eyes. Her hands run all over our naked skins like cool feathers and she twines her fingers in Patrick s hair and starts moving his head back and forth controlling his motion as he sucks Austin but she takes it too deep too fast and he gags tears rolling down his cheeks. It s only his first blowjob after all. He pulls back red-faced and gasping and I shoot Alexa an impatient look. She s only in the way messing up the flow of naked male flesh.



But now Austin is over the edge with need. He reeks of the animal desire to be fulfilled. I ve waited a long time for this and even though I imagined it totally different I no longer care how it plays out. I m too high both from the pot and the adrenaline pumping through me to care anymore.



Pulling away from Patrick I brush past Alexa. I grab Austin and push him face first against the couch with his beautiful bare ass spread to my eyes. My hands are shaking like a nervous schoolboy as I stroke his smooth rippling back. Patrick and Alexa watch electrified. Austin is motionless but any minute now he s going to stop me I know that but until then I want everything I can get. I want to fuck him. I want to drive myself up into him the way he is in me. I honestly don t know if I ll get that far but I need to at least taste him. Right now.



Taking his smooth butt cheeks one in each hand I spread them with my palms exposing his tight dark pink hole. I stare in awe as it tightens beckoning me. Austin s shining virgin asshole right in front of my face waiting for me with its little shadow of soft dark hair coming up from his balls that hang down temptingly in front. With my thumbs I spread his hole and lean forward memorizing the moment when my tongue tastes it and his full sweet scent explodes in my brain. He lets out a muffled wail and I nearly orgasm right then and there. Austin. I m between his naked spread legs licking his ass. I really am. And he s not over me snickering at my weakness and my unrequited love. He s under me whimpering and wiggling opening his hole to my questing tongue.

Oh God he breathes in a whimpering pleading way that shoots through me in a cold fire. I shiver as I slowly tongue his asshole. The muscles clench and tighten. *Is he begging me? Actually begging?*



My heart thumps the wild rhythm of tribal drums and I can hardly keep myself from losing it but this is probably my only chance to do this ever right here in front of Alexa and Patrick watching with their jaws hanging open so I have to hold it together. From the corner of my eyes I see Patrick stroking his cock while he stares and seeing him masturbate just drives me harder – I push my tongue past the tight ring of Austin s ass in one thrust and he lets out a low scream muffled by the couch cushion. I twist and roll my tongue in his ass feeling him yield and then grip me pull me in never let me go.



*Fuck …*



I pull back gasping his taste still on my tongue. I want to make him pay for how he makes me feel. Out of control. Euphoric and terrified. Not sure who I am. If I can make him mine I can get myself free of him.



Patrick I suddenly order hoarsely. Come here.



Patrick looks startled and a little panicky but he does what I tell him. He s as luscious and skittish as a baby bunny and I want to have him too. Fuck bunny. Why can t I have them both? I should. I can and I will. Tired of being the one who only gets crumbs. I want it all.



I reach up and gently grab a handful of Austin s hair pulling his head back so Patrick can slide under his face while I nod at him encouragingly. My cock presses against the firm cheeks of his ass and my eyes roll back. Fuck. Why does he have to feel this good.



Go on Patrick I say softly. Austin wants to suck it. Don t you Austin? With my other hand I reach around and run my finger through the sticky pool of pre-cum bubbling from the tip of his cock. He moans. Oh yeah. He wants it. I don t know what – how – why he s been hiding all these years we ve been friends but he wants it. I smile with glee as I push his head down so Patrick s cock is right in his face. I don t give him time to linger or change his mind. I just shove him forward so he engulfs that juicy meat in his mouth and hearing his half-hearted protest – Mmmph! – stifled by cock makes me so hot I have to pull away from him so just the feel of his skin doesn t make me come.



If he really protests – if he *really* wants to stop I will stop. But I know he s just surprised. It s a shock to his system and that makes me grin as I lightly control the motion of his head bobbing up and down on Patrick s cock my fingers wrapped by the silky dark strands of his hair.



My own cock throbs and oozes on his back as I watch him – he looks so fantastically fucking beautiful with his eyes closed and his lips wrapped around Patrick s dick the muscles of his mouth and throat working as he sucks for all he s worth – and Patrick s eyes roll back in his head while a long guttural moan comes from his lips. The whole scene is mesmerizing swimming before my eyes my lust-blurred vision drifts slightly and I catch sight of Alexa who s sprawled on the floor with her legs thrown open and her fingers furiously rubbing herself through her pants. I m glad she s staying out of the way. Enjoy the show.



Mmmm you like that don t you Austin? I whisper evilly harsh and raspy. Is he good Patrick?



Oh fuck yes Patrick blurts biting his lip while his fingers toy with his own nipple. He is delectable pale and freckled and I want to lick him all over until he melts and slithers like an eel in my arms. But first…



Austin s a dirty little whore isn t he? I croon over Austin s back staring slack-jawed at the image of Patrick s cock sliding into his eager mouth. I m not moving his head anymore this is all him. I can feel him trembling against my belly my groin my thighs. What do you think I should do to a dirty little whore like Austin?



Mmmfm Austin chokes… but his eyes are closed and I can see the bliss on his face even as he pretends to fight this.



Do you think I should fuck his ass? I hum while I start to move against Austin s back rubbing the head of my prick through the sweat-soaked crack of his ass. My own juices make it nice and slick and I bite back a moan shuddering in every nerve. Fuck I want him.



Oh yeah Patrick cries out. His left leg kicks up as he shifts positions to better bury himself in Austin s mouth I let go of Austin s hair to catch Patrick s heel in my hand and draw his foot toward me over Austin s shoulder. His toes curl as I lick his ankle and pull him forward a bit tilting his hips up rendering him helpless to the onslaught of Austin s fierce sucking.



Mmmm! Mm! Austin lets out a sound of protest at my suggestion of fucking him and he shakes his head Patrick s cock still buried in his mouth. I grin to see him giving me a wild look out of the corner of his eyes fighting me fighting the inevitable. I stroke his ribs tenderly while nibbling Patrick s Achilles tendon. Alexa is rubbing herself furiously I can hear her little hums.



Oh don t you worry I chuckle reaching around to run the sensitive tip of my cock over Austin s slippery little hole. I ll be gentle. I won t let it hurt… I promise. He shivers and pulls back letting Patrick s cock slap back wetly against his belly.



I hesitate for just a split second waiting for him to really say No and mean it. My body recoils waiting for it. But he doesn t. He arches his back and drops his head drawing a long shuddering gasping breath. I go weak all over and break into a scalding sweat. He wants it. Nothing can stop me now.



I reach forward over Austin s back and grab Patrick s other ankle in my other hand. Gently I pull drawing him forward so he s lying almost on his back in the chair legs draped over Austin s back. I smile. Fuck bunnies all pink and quivering all for me to play with. I firmly push Austin s head back down to Patrick s crotch and stare as he buries his face in it like a hungry puppy. That s exactly what he is a slut puppy.



You love that don t you Austin I say under my breath as I reach back momentarily under the couch for a tube of KY I keep under there for my solitary pleasure. Mmm I always knew you were a little slut. You re a slut aren t you?



Mmmm he whimpers as I lick a trail down his spine and into the crack of his ass. His hole clenches and I dive fiercely into its welcome licking and sucking teasing it delivering what I promise then taking it away and teasing some more. Patrick moans he s not going to last much longer not with Austin licking his balls with increasing urgency in response to what I m doing to his ass holding himself steady against my onslaught with his hands braced on either side of Patrick s hips. I m shaking all over myself but I ve reached a point where I m so turned on I can t even conceive of blowing my load just completely focused Austin s luscious asshole quivering and clenching my tongue as I slide it in and out.



My tongue is a perfect tight fit in his ass. He twists against it trying to get more of me inside him and I laugh in delight sending a spasm through him.



Oh yeah what a little whore… You re my little whore aren t you Austin? I pant and he wiggles back into me giving me all the answer I need. I m not his bitch never ever again. He s mine…



His untouched virgin ass is so very tight that it will take a little time to enter him. To do it right it s not as easy as the porn stories make it seem. I don t want to hurt him. If I m gonna get my dick inside him I need to keep him on the edge completely weak and writhing with desire until I start to thrust. He has to be relaxed and distracted so there s no pain. A nice little burning as I slide up his tender passage maybe but not pain. My little slut puppy needs to enjoy this.



I grab Patrick s knees and roughly push his legs off where his heels are digging into Austin s shoulders. A hot and willing mouth right here to assist me in fucking Austin s ass. I smile at him as I push him to the floor and whisper You ll get your turn too.



I get a flash of Patrick s glazed burning eyes as he sinks between Austin s legs and slides his hands up the smooth and trembling expanse of Austin s thighs. His fingers caress and stroke exploring and memorizing trailing around to wrap around the base of Austin s cock as he envelopes it and slides it into his mouth. Austin cries out and his hips jerk at the same time Patrick is sucking him I squirt a big dollop of KY jelly on my fingertips and smear it on his hole. The shock of cold makes him gasp and jump but between my stroking fingers and Patrick s mouth working on his cock Austin relaxes and moans with pleasure. His hands grip the couch cushions and his forehead sinks between them while he stares down vacantly at Patrick his back heaving with his breath.



Sweat drenches me as I carefully slide my index finger into Austin s unbelievably tight hole. He moans – part delight and part fear – but I feel him accept my intrusion his tight muscles flexing and giving way… parting for me welcoming me. I shake all over staring down at this incredibly beautiful sight all the naked male flesh and my finger searching Austin s ass – with Alexa staring masturbating openly now with her hands inside her panties little cries coming from her lips.



Slowly I add another finger. I carefully watch his reaction for any sign of pain or discomfort but he only groans and wiggles back against me.



Does that feel good? I whisper harshly. You like my fingers filling you up?



Uh he whimpers and I love seeing him trembling and slutty desperate and needing me.



Oh yeah I rasp. You want me to fuck you? I m gonna fuck you so hard Austin…



Austin lets out another yelp but Patrick intensifies his sucking just as my fingertips press his prostate and then he s gone. I can feel the electric reaction shoot through his body. He s never known this kind of pleasure because nothing has ever been up his ass not until now. I m the first and that makes me dizzy. Little desperate pleading moans come from his lips and I grin stroking that little spot inside him and feeling the tight muscles of his ass ripple around my fingers as I use my other hand to lube my cock.



When I take my fingers out he gasps and his hole clenches trying to keep me inside. He shudders from the empty feeling and then I press my cock forward and slide it up and down the crack of his ass letting him feel it. He sighs and leans back into me. So fucking beautiful. Only my stubbornness is keeping me from shooting right now. I have to do this. I cannot back down… I can t stumble now. I have to have him.



Oh Austin I breathe he feels so fucking good… I wrap my fingers around my shaft and push it gently against his tiny hole. The outer muscles resist. He is so very tight. But I push a little harder and as he gasps his ass yields to the pressure and the head of my cock slips inside.



Oh Jesus. Oh fuck. I bite my lips not to cry out. God he is so tight and when I look down – down at my cock penetrating him and taking his virginity from him – the rush of pleasure and triumph is almost too much for me. Take him make him mine fuck him hard hard hard make him scream my name over and over…



Gasping for air I stop. I have to stop my logical mind reigns in the animal desire to possess him and fuck him till we both pass out. It s his first time. This is an intense moment. I don t want to hurt him so I wait ready to pull back but after a minute the rhythm of Patrick s sucking overwhelms Austin s discomfort and he begins to move his hips – caught between Patrick s mouth and my cock filling his ass. He twists and lets out a harsh keening sound of mingled confusion and pleasure. His excitement increases and his body trembles growing hotter against me as I push forward inch by inch into his virgin ass stretching it wide claiming it slowly and deeply as mine mine mine.



You like that don t you? I grunt into his ear pressing my chest down on his sweaty back with my hands bracing the couch cushion on either side on his. You like my cock in your ass you like feeling all full. Don t you Austin?



Oh yeah he blurts wildly as his movements get shallower and more jerky down into Patrick s hot mouth and up into my cock burying it deeper inside him. Yeah… fuck me Will…



He clenches around me like a fist and then I m totally unglued. Instead of a tingling build my orgasm is a fucking nuclear blast that flashes through me in a split second and crackles and bursts through my entire body at once – violently I cum inside his ass and I can barely even open my eyes in time to see the flood of cream spill from around my cock and leak from his hole. Jesus it s the most beautiful thing I ve ever seen… his virgin asshole stretched and dripping my cum as I pull my cock out still aching and twitching.



Patrick I demand and grab him by the arm. My voice is ragged hardly even my own. Patrick s eyes are round and amazed but he lets me pull him up as I move aside and push him between Austin s spread thighs. I wrap my hand around Patrick s rock-hard cock as we both look down at the delicious sight of Austin spread before us needy and waiting. So slutty dripping cum his skin flushed and his body shaking. Fuck him I rasp at Patrick.



Patrick meets my eyes for a startled second before he swallows and looks down at his cock – his face is damp with sweat and I lean over and lick the salty bead that trickles down his neck using my hand to push his hips closer to Austin. Fuck him Patrick. He needs your dick in his ass don t you Austin?



Mm Austin whimpers and just seeing him spread out like that begging and whimpering makes me hard again. Patrick doesn t wait to be asked a second time. He throws himself forward over Austin and I reach over and cup his balls as he sinks his cock into Austin s dripping hole so loose and spread there is no resistance at all. Patrick groans in his throat as he buries himself all the way to the hilt in one long stroke. I pant through my grin wrapping my arm around Patrick s neck. I lick his ear while he trembles moaning my other hand guides his hips into a thrusting motion into Austin s waiting ass.



That s it I growl in my throat. Fuck him hard. You love that don t you slut. I run my hand over Austin s ass slicking him with my cum that s dripped onto his thighs. Tell us you love it slut…



Yes Austin cries out as Patrick fucks him fiercely. The wild thrusts make him quiver and low guttural sounds come from his throat each time Patrick bottoms out in his ass my hand guides Patrick s hips to a little extra shunt when he hits driving him up further. Patrick s thrusts get wild and shallow a sweat blooms over his pale lithe body and all the sudden his muscles go stiff – he freezes his head goes back and he wails as his empties loads of cum into Austin s ass. There s not much room left since he s already full and most of it oozes forth as Patrick slowly pulls out reeling.



All I can do is stare at the sight of Austin trembling and dripping. Part of me wants to lick him clean… but another part of me isn t satisifed with that. He still hasn t gotten off yet. He s shaking his head down between his arms that are spread-eagled on the chair he hardly even knows what he needs to finish him off.



I tear my eyes from him and grin at Patrick. He looks gorgeous flushed and sweaty and panting almost giddy. My cock stirs again brushing his thigh. I caress his soaked hair and lean over to swiftly kiss his hot mouth before I glance at Alexa who s apparently reached her own climax and is merely sitting there in a disheveled heap staring at us with her eyes glazed. I dismiss her and turn back to Austin.



Not so tough now all naked and fucked over on all fours dripping with mingled cum and whimpering for completion. All my twisted love and hate seems to fade into something like indifference. I glance back at Patrick my shiny little fuck bunny and smile. This is something new… something better completely fresh with no bitterness no history.



Reaching down I scoop mine and Patrick s mixed cum from Austin s ass and gather it in the cup of my fingertips. Then I grab his shoulders and pull him up freeing his hands from the couch. And I bring my hand up to his slack panting lips and slide my cum-soaked fingers into his mouth. He licks it clean without hesitation – whimpering with need as he does. Oh how the mighty have fallen.



I pull my fingers from Austin s mouth and lean over toward Patrick who s collapsed against the side of the couch – he grins at me and I smile back at him as our lips meet. He tastes as sweet and tangy as apple juice and kissing him gives me a little flutter in my stomach. I close my eyes. I lose myself in his kiss until on the edge of my brain a little whimper intrudes and I open my eyes to find Austin staring at us his eyes wide and desperate as he strokes his cock. Alexa is still sitting and watching reeling from what she just saw.



Will I need Austin stutters aren t you…



I m a little surprised to see him and remember he s there. But God this is sweet I realize with a grin. Please let me I used to beg to suck his dick just a little taste of him and now he begs for a taste of me for me to satisfy his darkest urges he never fully admitted until now. But now it s just too fucking late.



Austin stares in open-mouthed amazement as I stand on my wobbly legs and draw Patrick up by the hand. I think it s dawning on Austin I m not getting him off that I m just going to leave him there in a quivering heap. Just the way he s left me so many times. This time I m just going to walk away. I smile at Patrick and hand him his clothes as I draw him to the stairs.



You can t just leave Austin protests trying to get back some of his control over me. But I m already gone and I only turn my head to fire back over my shoulder while Patrick and I head upstairs to find munchies and then up to my room for our own private continuation of this party.



You wanted to know if Alexa would fuck you well now you can ask her yourself.



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Author s note: this is a work of fiction. In real life unsafe sex kills.



Thanks TH S and AC.

Lustful teacher joins a couple of hot twinks for handjob and blowjob practice

Looking for Mr. Wells

My initial story told of my first experience with another man. My Cross Country Adventure detailed my evening with Walt the elderly gentlemen who picked me up while hitchhiking and taught me a great deal.



This story tells of my further explorations in this way of life. One thing I should have mentioned at the top of the last story was that these events happened in the late 70 s a time when there were far fewer health concerns than there are today.



I encourage you to read the previous story but it is NOT necessary in order to be able to read and hopefully enjoy this one. Don t be put off by the 3 pages as the last page is only one paragraph. Thanks!



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1. College.



After making my way out to my brother s place in Wisconsin without any further problems I made the necessary arrangements for school and then investigated the area around Milwaukee. I was still reeling from my incredible evening with Walt and I was unsure about exactly what I was.



I had always been attracted to girls and those feelings were still there. Men were another thing. I had never been attracted to men or so I had thought. Yet the more I thought about it the more often I remembered looking at other guys changing in the locker room at school.



I also remember the couple of times I got stuck taking a shower when the gym teacher would insist upon everyone doing so. He even took roll call as you went in as if you could work up a sweat standing around for a half hour waiting to take a couple of swings at a softball.



Those times were hell especially when I realized how shortchanged I was in the penis department. When I saw those guys walking around with their cocks swinging I covered myself up as best I could and took the shortest shower imaginable followed by a quick exit to get my underwear on at top speed. The humiliation was unbearable. Mind you that people never said anything probably because they didn t get a good look but just the same I dreaded it. I took no measurements but I sure did peek and I never saw any guy with a smaller dick than mine.



This had a great effect on my love life as you might guess. I got a hand job from a girl once and she didn t say anything bad but she probably wasn t all that excited because we stopped seeing each other after that.



From then on I figured that I needed to find a very innocent girl one who hadn t seen very many men before. Marry her before she knew how she was getting cheated and live happily ever after.



After being with Walt and seeing how little importance he placed on the size of my dick however I started to think that just maybe I had been looking in all the wrong places for love and affection.



I recalled that evening often and how much I enjoyed holding another man s cock how good it felt and how erotic is was for me. The fact that Walt was so well developed had frightened me at first but that became a source of excitement as the night went on. When he ended up taking me the pain was intense but so were the thrilling feelings that came with it. I lost track of how many times I got myself off during the ensuing weeks just thinking about it.



2. Changing myself.



One thing that came of that night was my desire to get into better shape. The sight of me naked in the mirror in all my pudgy glory made me determined to get in condition. I took to running around the campus and while it was tough at first once the weight started coming off it became easier. I lost the 25 pounds I was aiming for plus a few more. Now when I stood naked in front of the mirror I looked a lot more presentable without my pot belly.



Another thing that had always bothered me was my hair or lack thereof. I had no hair on my chest and my legs had only the lightest dusting on the insides of my lower calves. I could probably have easily counted the few hairs under my arms and the little tuft around my dick was next to nothing. I didn t have to shave my face more than once a week either.



The decision took a long time to make but the actual shaving didn t take more than five minutes. When I got finished the only hair on my body was on the top of my head and my eyebrows. Everywhere else was smooth as silk.



My reflection in the mirror was a jolt at first but the more I looked the more I liked what I saw. Besides the absence of hair around my dick made it look bigger. Well maybe not bigger but at least you could see all of it now.



After admiring the new me looking back from the mirror and recalling Walt and that night a few seconds of pulling on my dick got it hard and so I began to jerk myself off. I looked at my reflection in the glass as I did and only the acorn shaped head of my dick was visible with my hand wrapped around it. Nothing to be done about that I thought to myself as my fist began sliding up and down my dick harder.



Better to finish this in the shower I thought to myself and as I stood in the warm spray and rinsed the remnants of the shaving cream off my body I brought myself to a nice orgasm all the time thinking about Walt and the incredible things we did together.



3. The mixer.



I saw flyers posted around campus for a mixer being thrown by the gay and lesbian alliance and took note of the time and date. It certainly seemed like a possible way to meet a guy since at least you didn t have to worry about whether someone was gay or not if they were there.



I dressed neatly but casually in the new clothes I had been forced to buy with my weight loss. Wearing 32 waist jeans was something I hadn t done since I was 12 and I looked okay in them although stuffing a sock down in front might have helped the look a bit.



Outside the place that the mixer was being held I watched as people went in. Most of them just walked right in without a care while I stood outside trying to make sure no one saw me go in. Finally after walking past the door for the umpteenth time I turned abruptly and bolted in.



Inside there were about 100 people standing around talking and listening to the records a guy was playing over in the corner. A girl asked me my name and promptly slapped a big smiley face sticker with TIM written on it in big bold letters. I got a drink and wandered around the room trying to figure out what to do next.



Having fun yet… Tim? a tall husky guy said as he came up to me from the side. I had already heard his distinctive voice rising above the din earlier and now I saw the face connected with the voice.



Not yet but I m hoping to uh… I offered lamely while looking at his name tag. Doc I said while finally finishing the sentence.



Well at least you still have hope Doc bellowed with a boisterous laugh. Most of the rest of us here have no hope. I m sort of the chairman of this sordid group and it s my fault you re standing here in this wake. I know you don t come here often because I would have remembered.



No it s my first time.



Dear.



Excuse me? I asked in confusion.



Deer. You look like a deer caught in the headlights.



Oh! Sorry.



No please don t apologize Doc said. I love the shy and innocent type.



That s me I guess. I don t even know if I should be here or not.



Why? Are you FBI or something? Doc chuckled.



No I m just confused about who I am or what I am I finally said.



Join the club Timmy. You don t mind me calling you Timmy do you? Doc asked and continued without waiting for me to answer. Most everybody here is confused and the ones that say they aren t confused are liars. College is a time for figuring things out and getting to do it on the folks dime is a bonus.



Doc. Is that your real name? I asked.



Might as well be because that s all everybody calls me Doc said. I m pre-med but I ve been called Doc for almost my whole life.



From the cartoon… you know What s up Doc? I suggested.



That would make for a more socially acceptable story but I got tagged with that moniker because I ve always loved giving physicals to guys.



Good practice for the future I guess.



You could say that but I was doing it long before I knew my ass from my elbow Doc said and exploded with laughter. Doc s laugh was contagious and I couldn t help but join him.



I m a deviate but a likeable one Doc said as he patted me on the back.



Maybe I ll make an appointment with you sometime I told Doc. It s been a while since I ve gotten a check up.



Doc s laughter faded away and he looked at me with a glint in his eye.



No appointment necessary for you Timmy Doc said softly. In fact if you want to stick around until this thing ends maybe we can go have a drink afterward.



Okay I heard myself saying and Doc smiled and headed off to try and get his party energized.



I watched as the very genial Doc went from group to group while I finally started breathing again. I guess that I had just been flirting with a guy for the first time in my life and it appeared that I had succeeded. Doc seemed like a really nice guy and at the very least the night might be entertaining.



Doc was a big guy that much I noticed from standing beside him. He was about four inches taller than my 5 10 and had a husky build much like mine or should I say like mine used to be. I guessed him to be in his early 20 s which made him about 4 or 5 years older than me.



Doc had carrot colored hair cut a little shorter than my just over the ear look. His meaty arms were covered with hair and the fur on his chest was peeking out from the open neck of his shirt. He was just a big old teddy bear and as I watched him work the room my imagination worked as well wondering what the rest of the night would bring.



4. Doc s place.



I helped Doc wrap up the mixer and found myself walking up the stairs to his apartment soon after. He had a small but neat apartment and as Doc got us a couple of drinks I looked at his record collection. It was mostly jazz and I recognized a few as ones I owned.



You a jazz fan? Doc sai from behind me as he handed me a beer.



Some of it. I love Bitches Brew I said pulling out the album. Weather Report. Stuff like that.



A fusion man Doc said with a chuckle. Sounds good to me. Now if I could only get you to relax.



Doc stood slightly to my side and behind me and I could feel his breath on the back of my neck while his hand gently kneaded my shoulder.



Sorry I said as my heart went up to my throat. I ve got to be honest with you. I ve only been with one man in my life.



It must have been good for you or else you wouldn t be looking for more Doc whispered into my ear.



It was I admitted.



Tell me about it Doc asked while I looked blankly ahead at his record albums without seeing them. Don t spare any details and talk dirty too. That really turns me on and believe me just looking at you already had me turned on plenty.



You really want to hear about it?



Hell yes Doc said as he nuzzled the back of my neck causing my whole body to shiver.



I was hitchhiking after I got my bus ticket stolen and this elderly guy picked me up and drove me west a few hundred miles. He got us a motel room and after we went to bed I felt his hand on my hip.



Oh man I m going to cream in my jeans any minute Doc said as his hand slid down my back and squeezed my ass.



He reached down and grabbed my dick and started to jerk me off.



Then what happened? Doc asked.



I came. Then he went down on me and I came again.



And you liked it?



God yes! I exclaimed. It was the first time my dick had been in a mouth. Then he put my hand on his cock.



How did it feel?



Big I said.



Mmmmm… you like the big cocks then Timmy? Doc said as he rubbed my back.



It was the only one I ve ever touched so I don t know I confessed. I did like that one though. Problem is everybody else s cock looks big to me. I m really small.



Oh yeah? Doc asked. I m not. That okay?



Yes I croaked meekly.



Here Doc said as he took my free hand. See what you and your story have done to me?



Doc brought my hand down and put it on his crotch. I felt the thick bulge in his jeans and my hand slid down to follow the outline. As my hand finally reached the end of his cock well down the inside of his thigh my breath caught in my throat creating a sound that matched the nervous way I felt.



Omigod.



What else did you two do? Doc said as he rubbed up against me some more.



He put a finger in my ass and then another one I said rather breathlessly. Then he put his cock in.



You let this guy put his big cock in your ass? Doc said. How did it feel?



It hurt. It hurt real bad I recalled. But then it started to feel okay and by the time he came I was sorry it was over.



Oh you are such a naughty boy Timmy Doc said. Anything else happen?



He let me stick my dick in his ass.



You did? You liked it?



Yes but I liked jerking him off while I did it just as much I said. I put his cock in my mouth while he was asleep but I never got the chance to really do it.



Never sucked a cock before? Doc said and I shook my head no in response. How would you like to suck on mine? I d love to be your first.



I ll probably do it badly but I want to try I said.



5. Doc s bedroom.



Doc brought me into his bedroom which was covered with posters of a wide spectrum of topics from music to nature and everything in between. The light stayed on which made me a little uncomfortable at first but things were happening so fast I had no time to react.



Doc brought me over the the side of his waterbed and took my hands in his and put them on his chest. My fingers were trembling as I fumbled trying to undo the buttons My ineptness caused Doc to smile as he watched.



You re so sweet Timmy Doc said. I don t care whether you re an actor or just really innocent. You re turning me on like I can t believe.



No act I muttered in frustration. Nobody could be this lame on purpose.



Not lame Timmy. Sweet. Just take your time man. We aren t going anywhere or at least I hope not and I m not laughing at you.



I managed to eventually get all the buttons of Doc s shirt undone and pulled it off his beefy shoulders. His upper torso was completely covered with thick red hair. My hands ran through the dense carpet and as my fingers ran over Doc s plump nipples I watched them blossom before my eyes. He was a little chubby but fairly solid and had to be the hairiest man I had ever seen.



Not exactly Charles Atlas am I? Doc asked.



You look nice I said. Feel nice too I added while running my hands over his shoulders. Impulsively I raised his arm and buried my face in the thick tuft of hair that fairly exploded from Doc s armpit. When I kissed and licked the lightly scented fur and heard Doc groan I knew that I was doing something right.



My hands fumbled with Doc s belt for a moment before Doc gently pressed down on my shoulders. I went to my knees and worked on opening the buckle. I could have done a better job with it but I had a lot of trouble keeping my eyes off the absurd bulge that commanded my attention. There was a slight damp spot right where the bulge ended which I found exciting to look at. I suspected I had a stain of my own by this point because my dick was pulsating with excitement.



The belt opened up and I pulled Doc s jeans off with his help. Doc s legs were coated with more of the brilliant orange hair that he was apparently covered with. He was wearing white boxer shorts with red stripes. They were not the real long and baggy variety but it was still an unreal sight when I saw the pink tip of his cock peeking out of the leg opening. A strand of precum hung off the end and my finger swiped at it before I reached up for the elastic of his boxers.



My hands were now shaking so badly that I was getting dizzy looking at them. I undid the clasp at the top and slowly pulled them down. As they came down the thick pelt of hair continued until just above his cock where it seemed that Doc had shaved around the base of his member.



Doc s cock was pinned down along the leg of his boxers and as the shorts came lower it came into view. The base of his shaft was thick and actually seemed to get thicker as more was revealed. When I got the boxers down past his cock it sprang up wildly in response to being freed almost clubbing me in the chin as it swung upward.



Doc s cock was breathtaking and the gasp that exploded out of me when it was exposed was unintentional but honest. Doc s gigantic cock bobbed in front of him much like a diving board being jumped on. The impossibly long and almost inhumanly thick tool arched slightly upward toward his navel exposing the richly veined underside and the pale white skin stretched so taut that it seemed ready to tear from the strain. The gentle upward curve also exposed Doc s pendulous scrotum which was as outrageously oversized as the rest of his equipment. The way he had shaved around the base of his cock made it look even larger than it was.



I looked up at Doc who was smiling down at me clearly enjoying my look of awe which I couldn t have hidden if I wanted to.



You do like the big cocks don t you Timmy? Doc asked while he cradled the back of head and pulled me toward his tool. Show me how much you like mine. Just watch your teeth.



I didn t need any encouragement and I leaned forward letting my tongue slide along the underside of his cock right down to his balls before retracing the path right back up to the tip. My tongue dabbed at the cum which was leaking out of the opening of his cock and it tasted musty but not unpleasant. I dragged my tongue up and down the underside which not only made Doc groan but kept the precum oozing out of him. My fingernails ran up and down his furry thighs as I licked away.



This teasing was not only fun for me it also bought me some time as I tried to figure out how I would ever be able to get Doc s huge cock in my mouth. The head was bulbous to say the least the pink crown was the size of a plum and the ridge of it flared out widely.



When I finally touched Doc s cock for the first time he groaned loudly. My fists squeezed the shaft tightly and I gently twisted my hands as I pumped him. My lips slid up the head of his cock and I tried to keep my teeth from scraping the bulb as I took him in. Once I got the head inside my mouth I began moving my lips back and forth over the ridge unable to take much of the shaft beyond that. I tried to make up for what my mouth couldn t do by using my hands on the rest of him.



I knew that I was doing something right because Doc was grabbing handfuls of my hair and breathing heavily. His knees buckled a little and he suddenly yelled out to me.



Arrrghh…cumming.



I had so little warning that I had no choice about what to do. I felt him spurt into my mouth and the roof of my mouth absorbed the first few blasts. Another spurt went down my throat which almost made me gag but I put my tongue over the tip of his cock. This diverted the force of his orgasm and I managed to keep him in my mouth while his ejaculations eventually subsided.



Doc pulled me up to my feet and kissed me his tongue dancing inside of my cum-filled mouth while his hands clutched my buttocks. The slightly sour taste of his cum was not unpleasant at all even after his tongue spread it around my mouth.



If that was your first head you are going to be unbelievable in no time Doc said as he held me close.



I think my jaw is dislocated I said as I flexed it to get it back into alignment. I guess that there are big cocks and then there are BIG cocks. Your cock looked so amazing that I wanted to take all of you into my mouth so badly.

You did great Timmy Doc said as he began to unbutton my shirt. Now it s time to take care of you.



6. Doc s examination.



Doc got my shirt unbuttoned a lot with far greater ease than I had done his and he ran his hands up and down my smooth chest pausing to lightly pinch my little nipples along the way.



Beautiful body you ve got on you Timmy Doc said. You re so smooth and tight.



Doc looked into my eyes as he undid my belt and then tugged down my jeans. My dick was pointing straight out in my white briefs and I watched Doc as he pulled them down. The look on his face when they came off was one of shock as he stared at my stiff little pecker in all its hairless glory.



Doc s hands slid all around my cock and balls feeling the smoothness that was the result of my fresh shave and then looked up at me.



Uh… Timmy I should have asked before this I guess but are you eighteen? Doc asked in a terrified tone.



18 years and 3 months. I warned you I had a small dick I reminded Doc starting to cringe with embarrassment and what I feared was to follow..



That s cool. I love it. That s all I wanted to know Doc said instead as he pulled himself toward me and swallowed my dick in one lunge.



Doc s head drove down on my dick with an intensity that almost knocked me off my feet. I groaned as he seemed to be trying to suck my dick clean off. His hands cupped my buttocks pulling me tight against him as his face ground into my groin.



I felt Doc grab my nuts and squeeze them while pulling them upward and then he released my dick from his mouth and replaced it with my nuts. First the right one then the left and then both of them at once went into his eager mouth.



Doc s assault on my nuts was relentless and I found my hand going down to my dick. I took my little boner between my thumb and index finger and began stroking it while Doc sucked my balls.



Don t cum yet Timmy. Lay down on the bed.



I fell back onto the bed and Doc climbed on top of me with his knees on either side of my head. His flaccid cock hung down in front of me and so I grabbed it and started pulling on it much like I was milking a cow while running my tongue all over his hairy nut sack.



I tried to get one of his balls in my mouth but it was like trying to suck a tennis ball so I kept licking his nuts and the area between his balls and his anus. I felt Doc shudder as my tongue darted through that sensitive area which was as hairy as the rest of him.



The intensity of Doc s sucking was wearing me down and finally I felt like I could not hold back any longer. My dick spasmed wildly inside of Doc s mouth while I yanked on his rubbery cock until my orgasm faded.



7. Explaining myself.



Doc spun himself around and curled up next to me putting his arm around me as he did.



I didn t mean anything by that comment Doc said sheepishly. I mean when I asked you if you were 18. It was because you didn t seem to have any hair anywhere. Are you a competitive swimmer or something?



No I chuckled. I swim like a rock. It s just something I wanted to try. I hardly had any hair anywhere to begin with and I wanted to see if I liked myself this way.



Well if I get a vote I vote for you to keep yourself smooth Doc said. It put me off for a minute because I wasn t sure whether it was right that I should be liking it that much but I gotta tell you that I think you look great.



I believe you I said while reaching down and grabbing hold of his cock which had started to get hard again. This is giving it away on you anyway.



Guilty Doc admitted.



Would you mind if I jerked you off? I asked him. I know it sounds weird but I really like doing it.



Be my guest. It s not weird at all Doc said as he rolled onto his back. Matter of fact that constitutes most of my sex life. Having lovers jerk me off. Having a big cock is great in a lot of ways but it scares off a lot of guys too.



Really? I asked Doc who handed me a bottle of baby oil as I knelt beside him. I would think that you would have them lined up to get at this beautiful cock.



I squirted some oil in my palms and lifted his cock off his stomach. I ran my greased hands over the length of his cock before I began to slowly pull on it. Doc put his left hand behind his neck and craned his neck down to watch me.



You have a way with words Timmy Doc said softly clearly pleased at my words of praise.



It struck me that Doc seemed to enjoy a great deal the fact that he was so well hung and I couldn t blame him for that. He also appeared to get off on the vast difference between us. I had also gotten that impression at times from being with Walt. It was nothing they said or did but more of a general feeling I got from them.



I couldn t blame them because if it were me I would feel the same way. The strange thing to me was the way I felt about it. It was almost as if I got off on being so small in comparison to them. I know that if they ever ridiculed me or anything like that I would be crushed so it wasn t like I was looking to be humiliated but there was something about these relationships that I didn t yet understand. The one thing I did understand was that the things I said and the way I reacted to them seemed to excite men so I did some experimenting.



You say that a lot of guys like to do this to you? I asked while I stroked Doc s weapon which was now fully erect and glistening in my hands.



Mmmmm… that s nice Doc said as he watched me work. Yeah a lot of guys do. They find it easier than the other options.



Well it was really hard to get my mouth around you I admitted.



You did real good Timmy Doc insisted. That was really nice for me.



How about the other option? I asked. Don t you like… you know the bottom stuff?



I do but others don t! Doc laughed.



I might I offered although when I looked at the enormous cock in my fists I thought I should get my head examined for suggesting such a thing.



Are you serious? Doc said in amazement.



We could try I said. If you can get it up again after I finish with what I m doing here that is.



Oh that won t be a problem Doc assured me.



I ll bet it won t be I agreed. I hope I can do it. I had thought the other man that I had been with was big but he was nowhere near as big as you are.



That right? Doc asked with a moan. Tell me about it. Tell me about his cock.



No he wasn t nearly as big as you are I said while I milked Doc s cock more rapidly twisting my hand over the mushroom head as I did. I guess that shows how inexperienced I am about all this. He only had about 8 inches and he wasn t real thick like you are. That s funny me saying ONLY about a man whose cock was probably twice the size of mine.



I love your cock Doc gasped. Fun to suck. Eight inches is pretty big you know Doc added in deference to my previous lover.



I guess but yours is beyond belief. How I wish I had something like this between my legs even for only a day. I can t even get my hand around your cock it s so thick. And the head of it? I don t know how I ll be able to take that inside of me but I want to try. Will you like that Doc?



Yes Doc grunted his face turning pink from the excitement.



Imagine how that s going to feel Doc I told him. Think of how tight my ass is going to feel when you squeeze your huge cock inside of me. Stick a finger in my ass now Doc. Tell me how it feels.



As Doc reached over I grabbed his finger with my oily hand to lubricate it. Doc reached behind me and slid his stubby finger between my ass cheeks.



Arrrgh! I moaned at the digit probed me roughly.



So tight! Doc groaned as he wiggled it around inside of me.



Cum for me Doc I insisted as my fists worked up and down his cock as fast as I could manage. Show me what you re going to do inside me. Show me what a big load of cum looks like!



Doc s face contorted insanely as he erupted his cock spurting jets of milky white cum straight up in the air. By the time Doc stopped cumming my hands and forearms were dripping with his seed. Doc looked at me with glazed eyes and shook his head.



Another finger Doc fast!



While Doc pulled his finger out of me and lubricated his middle and index fingers with the baby oil I wiped Doc s hot cum over my dick which was twitching with excitement Doc s thick fingers crammed their way into me but not without difficulty and as he corkscrewed them into me I squirmed over right beside him jerking myself off with one hand while I pulled on Doc s limp dick with the other. I pulled his cock toward me and rubbed the crown of his cock against my acorn and the sensation made both of us shiver.



Oooooh that feels nice Doc said. Keep doing that.



Doc was spent but propped himself up on his elbows to watch me rubbing our cocks together the sensitive tip of my dick drooling precum all over Doc and while the sight of them on top of each other looked absurd it was also very erotic.



When I felt myself start to come I leaned back onto Doc s hand feeling his fingers slide into me to the hilt. My orgasm was so strong that I felt almost like I was about to faint as I came and when I finished I saw that I had hosed down Doc s unit pretty throughly along with his stomach and thighs.



Oh man you are something else all together my man! Doc said as he looked at me with an air of wonder and confusion.



8. Doc s final exam.



We both lay exhausted on our backs for a few minutes before Doc got up on his knees and rolled me over onto my stomach. By the look of his totally limp cock there was no way he was going to do what I had suggested but I let Doc do what he wanted.



I d love to give you a rubdown Timmy Doc said as I felt the baby oil being poured on my back. I think you d enjoy it and I know doing it to you will get me hard fast.



That sounds nice I admitted and relaxed as Doc s hands kneaded my shoulders and back. It felt so relaxing and Doc was so good at it that I was utterly under his control. He went down to my thighs after working the lower back area and his hands glided effortlessly over my smooth legs.



You feel so nice Doc said as he worked his way up to my thighs.



Doc s hands spread my ass cheeks apart and I felt his finger stroke the puckered ring of my anus probably giving the opening that he would soon be savaging a close examination.



He inserted a finger which made me gasp a little and I shook my butt as he wiggled the finger around. Another finger entered and I groaned as I felt myself get primed for what was to come.



Doc rolled me over and oiled the front of my legs and thighs and my dick began to twitch as he worked around it without touching it. My hands were behind my head as I relaxed under Doc s expert manipulations. His beefy hands ran up my stomach and chest digging gently into my pectoral muscles to my delight.



Good god this is so sexy! Doc said as his oiled hands slid through my armpits feeling the smoothness of my underarms as he did.



Oh that feels nice! I said as I inhaled deeply enjoying the way Doc s fingers stroked my armpits. Doc leaned forward and kissed my underarms then ran his tongue up and down the deep craters biting and nibbling before going back to the massage. I looked down at Doc s cock which was somewhere between limp and hard as a result of him rubbing me down.



Let me get us some help Doc said as she swung off the bed and went to his dresser. He returned with a tube of lubricant and a couple of strange looking things.



This will loosen you up a bit Doc said as he waved a white plastic dick in the air before covering it with gel and hitting the switch at the base.



I heard the light whirring sound just before Doc brought it down between my legs and rubbed it around my anus before slowly inserting it a little bit at a time.



Sheez! I howled as the vibrating cock slid inside of me and Doc rotated it as he worked it inside of me.



Get you used to what s going to follow Doc said.



Don t you have a bigger one? I asked only half-kidding because what Doc had up my ass now was more along the size of me.



Doc chuckled as he buried the thing up inside me until only the base was outside me and then lubricated his flaccid cock as he watched me squirm as a result.



Tell me what you want to happen Timmy Doc said as he began pulling on his cock harder.



I m not sure I said. I m kinda scared but excited too. You won t be too rough will you Doc?



Try not to be Doc grunted. You make me so hot though.



Can I lay like this when you put that huge thing in my ass? I asked in reference to my staying on my back.



No… on your knees Doc said. I don t want to look at your face when I do it… it would make me feel sorry for you.



My heart was racing as the vibrator whirred inside of me and the sound of Doc jerking himself off echoed in my ears the squishy slapping sound of Doc s fist pumping his cock hard was exciting as well. I could see Doc starting to get aroused as his cock began to get longer and fatter.



I reached over and grabbed his balls pulling and squeezing the dangling orbs roughly and kneaded them even harder when I heard Doc s groan in response. His cock was now almost hard and he had both fists around the shaft working them up and down over the head of his weapon.



Told you I could get it up again Doc said proudly as his oily and shiny weapon swayed in front of me looking even bigger than it had before. Now for a little help to keep it that way.



Doc grabbed the other object he had pulled out of his dresser which appeared to be a watchband of sorts. He wrapped it around the very base of his cock and began fiddling with it as he came a little closer to me.



Suck the head of it while I get this thing on Doc said and I complied kissing and sucking the bulbous knob while he put this thing on teasing the opening with my tongue. He was tightening this thing with all his might and when he got done I pulled my head back to see what it was that he had put on.



It was a leather strap of some kind that he had clenched around the base of his shaft. He had it on so tightly that it was deeply embedded into his cock the result being that his cock was now so hard that it looked ready to explode. The head of the thing looked as big as an apple now and the whole thing was changing hue from a ruddy pink to a deep crimson with hints of purple.



Time Timmy Doc said. Get on your hands and knees for me baby



I rolled over and did what I was instructed to do. The vibrator slid out of me as I rolled over and as I got on my trembling hands and knees I was having serious misgivings about all this. Doc had a finger inside me and that was followed by another. Churning and corkscrewing inside me the pain was bearable until Doc tried to get another finger in me.



He didn t get it in very far and I was going to tell him to stop when the fingers retreated. Doc was rubbing the head of his cock around my anus and while I braced of what to follow he pushed forward hard. My arms were unable to hold me up as the stabbing pain made me dizzy.



Doc was pushing hard as I tried not to collapse. My knees were failing and yet I still tried desperately to push my ass back into him as he thrust. Suddenly there was what I swore was an audible pop and Doc s moan made me thing that he had managed to get the swollen ridge of his cock head inside of me.



The pain was unbelievable and all I could do was bite the pillow that my face had fallen into as Doc began to try to get more of his cock in me. I tried to tell him to stop but with my face trapped in the bedding there were only muffled sounds that could have been anything.



Besides Doc s grunting was so loud he might not have heard anyway. Doc had his hands around my hips and was thrusting in and out of me violently. I don t know how much of that massive organ was inside of me but it sure felt like all of it even though I knew that was not possible.



Fuck! So fucking tight! Doc screamed as he thrust into me with an animal-like intensity his hand reaching around and grabbing my little limp dick pulling on it savagely. I was in so much discomfort there was no way I would be able to get it up so I just prayed that Doc would cum and cum soon.



You like the way my big cock feels inside your tight little ass Timmy? Doc fairly screamed as I felt his sweat spray over my back with every violent thrust he made.



So big… too big I tried to answer with a mouthful of pillow garbling my voice. Hurts!



Doc came but not soon. Certainly not soon enough for me. After he came my knees finally gave way and I eased myself down onto the bed with Doc on top of me. Doc was still slowly sliding in and out of me and I felt his hand trying to get that strap off his cock as he did.



The feeling of Doc s slowly deflating dick inside me was a relief as I knew the worst was over. Doc kissed my neck and shoulders and whispered into my ear.



That was so fucking good Timmy Doc hissed. My cock feels so good inside you I never want to pull it out.



As for me I really wanted to tell him to pull out of me and fast because even though it was withering a little bit Doc s manhood was still a sizeable piece of meat that continued to stretch out my punished bottom. I resisted the urge figuring that after what I had just endured it would be a shame to say or do anything to ruin it now.



Finally Doc withdrew himself from me and as painful as it had been inside me it was almost worth it to feel that thing slither out. When the ridge of his crown popped back out it caused a violent shiver from my head to my toes.



Are you alright Timmy? Doc said softly to me as he cuddled up behind me his hand snaking over my hip and taking hold of my dick. Is there anything I can do for you now?



This is nice… just like this I remember saying just before I slowly drifted off to sleep my mind and body completely drained of all energy.



9. Infatuation.



I think that was what I was suffering from in the weeks after that first night with Doc. It wasn t love that much I knew but I still couldn t get the vision of Doc s huge cock out of my mind.



I spent many nights over at his place sucking and fucking that massive tool. When I didn t have it in my mouth or my ass I was thinking about it. It controlled most of my brain or so it seemed and my school work suffered for it.



One night I was over at his place and my mouth was gobbling as much of Doc as I could manage Doc handed me a ruler.



Measure my cock Timmy Doc said as I extracted his erection from between my lips.



What? Why? I asked put off a bit by the interruption.



Just curious that s all Doc said.



I shook my head and took the foot long ruler in my hand and tried to strighten out Dock s arching cock to place it against it.



Like this? I asked and Doc said yes as I held his cock next to the stick noting that the tip of his dick was only about an inch short of the end.



Seems like about eleven… what the? I said as a blinding light exploded in front of me.



Just something for our memory book Doc said chuckling as he looked down at the Polaroid camera he had just used to take a picture with. A picture of me measuring his cock.



Oh great! I said.



Doc showed it to me and luckily I was pretty much out of the picture and unrecognizable. Besides who would look at me when that cock was in the picture?



This time Timmy push the ruler down into me so it makes me look bigger Doc said and although I had no idea why he felt the need to look even bigger than he was for some reason I complied.



Perfect! Doc exclaimed as he took a picture of the head of his cock extended over the end of the ruler although me shoving the other end into the area around the base of his shaft was unseen.

I didn t know at the time what the pictures were really for and it wasn t until later that I learned they were part of a flyer that Doc had made up to promote a party of his. My shame was so complete that I broke it off with Doc after seeing one of them hanging on a bulletin board. Even though I wasn t sure anyone else would recognize me I could and that was enough for me. It was time for me to continue my searching for who or what I really was.



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