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He walked away from his interview with light yet confident steps, probably feeling certain that he had nailed the interview. The truth is that he did nail the interview, and I was extremely inclined to give him the job here at the Cactus Creek as a server. I chuckled to myself whilst looking down at his application because he dramatically exited the restaurant by swinging open the kitschy saloon-style doors like a cowboy from the golden years of the wild and untamed west. The name “Reno Dakota” was scribbled in the box marked “NAME” on his application. When I questioned him about his real name, he made a gun out of his hand, pointed his index and middle fingers at me with his thumb cocked and ready to shoot, and told me in one quick deadpan expression, “You never question a cowboy’s name.” He then winked at me, so I smiled and simply left it at that, moving on to the usual interview questions. I had all his other information: I would find it out sooner or later. For now, Reno Dakota sufficed as a name for that rugged young stud. He answered the other questions in a similarly odd fashion, but not so odd that it was a turn-off; instead, his sly, slightly evasive, playful, and mysterious answers and manner of talking made him all the more endearing. Unlike the countless interviews before him, his was interesting and worth my time. I didn’t have any doubts about hiring him then. “I’m from Texas,” were the first words out of his mouth when he crashed through the saloon doors again, his arms spread outward like a pair of wings that had been baking on the pavement in the hot July sun for a few weeks. His sudden and pervasive second entrance only moments after he had left took me by surprise initially, but I soon regained my composure and managed to say, “Well, that’s good to know…Reno, is it?” He stayed quiet for a few moments after my awkward statement settled into the air. He was apparently in a deep thought process about his name. I took advantage of the empty time and attempted to get a better look at him. The table obscured him during most of the interview, so I was unable to get a good look at his lower half; that’s not to say the top half wasn’t worth its salt as well. He dressed in the Western-style clothing recommended for the servers at the Cactus Creek, though with a bit more flare—a small red and white cowboy shirt with snaps that barely contained his pecs, abs, and massive shoulders; tight denim pants that made a perfectly oval-shaped package around his cock; a belt-buckle with a gold-encrusted Eagle holding a revolver in its mouth, wearing a cowboy hat, and riding a horse, the reigns controlled by the tips of its wings. The belt buckle mesmerized me for a short time, but I eventually moved on to his burly thighs that were as thick and strong as a stud horse’s. I couldn’t help but conjecture that his thighs weren’t the only parts of his body built like a horse. He topped off his western threads with snakeskin cowboy boots, complete with round, serrated spurs. The only thing he lacked was chaps and the cowboy hat, which I suppose he left at home to be polite. “Yes,” he finally replied tersely, with a bizarre accent that was part Texan and part Data from Star Trek: The Next Generation. He definitely didn’t seem to be from this planet. “Yes, I am Reno. I am Reno Dakota. It is a matter of fact that my name is Reno Dakota, and there’s not an iota of patience in me—do I get the gig, or do I or not get the gig?” He once again showed me his finger gun.His threats and attempts at harshness came off as being more cute and unusual than intimidating. I knew I wanted to hire him anyway, so I decided to do it right there on the spot. He was worth hiring as eye candy if for nothing else. “The job is all yours cowboy.” I extended my hand out to him to congratulate him, but he only accepted the offer after he brought his mimic pistol up to lips and blew off imaginary smoke. “I guess you bit the bullet this time,” responded Reno coolly. His gaze didn’t leave my face for at least 30 seconds after he stopped talking. We were still locked in a handshake, and he almost crushed my fingers to a pulp with the strength of his thickset hand. I pretended to not be affected by it and stared into his deep blue eyes, which were canopied by his broad forehead and dirty blonde eyebrows. His hair was short but still unkempt and sat atop a very square face with a well-defined jaw line. By all rights he should have been an ugly man, but he had a rough handsomeness to him. He had jagged features, but they were not over the edge. Only his personality was over the edge, and I loved it.Still gripping me, his straight face broke into a mild grin and he reached around me to my ass with his free hand. He patted it and said, “I thank you Rick. I’ll be here tomorrow. You would be well advised to be in attendance, too.” He let go of my hand and patted my ass again, but it felt more like a grab that time, as if he intentionally wanted to help himself to an extra serving of my firm buttocks to show me his appreciation. My cock nudged a little in my pants, but thankfully I didn’t get completely hard. Reno seemed the type that would beat up a man for sporting a boner after a manly yet plutonic ass-grab. He winked at me once more, withdrew his hand, and galloped off across the room and out of the saloon door. Once the Cactus Creek opened for dinner that evening, I found myself missing Reno Dakota already, wishing he could have started that day. All good things come with time, I repeated in my head. No matter how busy I tried to keep myself helping customers or doing the financial records, my concentration would break and drift back to the image of Reno touching my ass, almost getting his fingers in the crack. I had to stop thinking about him that way. I hadn’t come out to any of my workers, and I wasn’t planning to. I was also sure Reno was way too manly to like cock. Nevertheless, I couldn’t control my thoughts anymore and I went into my back office, locked the door, and released my dick from its tight confines. It already had some pre-cum coating the head. I sat in my chair and started to pull on all seven inches of my burning hard-on. I replayed the scene between Reno and me countless times as I moved my clenched hand up and down my shaft. I took it a little further and imagined his hand going down the back of my pants and attacking my flesh with his wide fingers. I used my other hand to simulate what I had wanted Reno to do to me and began to play with my rosebud, using two fingers to match the size of his one. It didn’t take long for me to feel the surge of my orgasm running through my cock, and I soon came all over my work shirt. It was just the release I needed after that kind of day when you are attracted to someone you could never possibly fuck. Luckily I had an extra work shirt hanging in my office. I cleaned up with some tissues and changed out of the cum-stained one. When I returned to the restaurant area, nobody even seemed to notice that I had been gone. I’m not usually the type to just whip out my cock at work and masturbate, but I just couldn’t control my urges. Reno Dakota held some sort of sexual power over me—he permeated my every passing thought. I couldn’t wait for that day to be over and to start work the next day. I couldn’t help but feel that I would be disappointed; Reno was more than likely straight, after all. Just to be around him and his cowboy grin would be enough to satisfy me, at least for the time being. I choked the old horse again after work that night, and the next morning before work. Each time I kept that same image in mind of Reno ploughing my ass with his fingers. For some reason his cock remained unimaginable to me, so we never went farther than that in my imagination. I was as gleeful as a little schoolgirl when I arrived at work. I didn’t even feel the need to yell at anyone (even though one of our clumsy teenagers spilled a bowl of pasta on a customer). I was too preoccupied awaiting six o’clock, the time that Reno was scheduled to come in. I had created an entire agenda for the two of us that night so that he would be committed to me at almost every moment during the night. I’m sure that was selfish of me, but I did own and run the restaurant, so who better to teach a new employee the tricks of the trade? To be quite honest, I didn’t know what I was getting myself into. I scared myself by thinking that he would get offended by my obvious attraction and either leave the job forever, and me, or beat me into the ground.Reno Dakota arrived at exactly six o’clock. The Cactus Creek can’t claim to be a huge restaurant, but that particular night saw one of our largest crowds, so it was quite impressive that he managed to seize everyone’s attention upon his entrance. A hushed silence preceded him, making the entrance that much more dramatic and effective. Right at six, a Herculean leg kicked open the saloon doors separating the foyer from the dining area and the kitchen. He was once again dressed in his cowboy gear, except this time he had on a large Stetson Cattleman’s hat and a lasso in his hands. I heard a number of forks drop to the floor, reminiscent of recently shot bullets falling to the ground after a bloody showdown. A Marlboro cigarette hung from his slightly opened mouth. He looked me straight in the eye, began to twirl his lasso, and threw it in my direction. I stood frozen in place as the rope wrapped tightly around my torso. Reno began to playfully pull me towards him. The customers all clapped and cheered, more than likely thinking that this incident was staged for their own personal enjoyment. I suppose most owners would be appalled by such behavior, but it enthralled and excited me inside, so I had no objections, especially since the customers liked it, too. “This presentation has been brought to you by one Reno Dakota, ladies and gentlemen,” addressed Reno to those eating in that same peculiar accent, “and if you want me to throw him on the grill, I’ll rip his hide raw for you!” He turned to me and winked after that last comment. I wanted him more than anything at that moment, but it was way too busy to even consider trying to hit on him. When things died down a little after his entrance, I got him settled into a booth and tried to explain what his duties would be that evening, protocol, and other boring job talk. I had no interest in being official; my only interest was in admiring Reno, but work nevertheless demanded that I be somewhat professional. Luckily, Reno also wanted no part in the little tutorial. “Stop talking,” he said. I’m not much known for self-confidence, so I did. “I already know what I need to know. See, you get those gray hairs because you worry about little things too much. You’re going to have to understand that I’m a lot to …
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Cactus Creek Saloon
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He walked away from his interview with light yet confident steps, probably feeling certain that he had nailed the interview. The truth is that he did nail the interview, and I was extremely inclined to give him the job here at the Cactus Creek as a server. I chuckled to myself whilst looking down at his application because he dramatically exited the restaurant by swinging open the kitschy saloon-style doors like a cowboy from the golden years of the wild and untamed west. The name “Reno Dakota” was scribbled in the box marked “NAME” on his application. When I questioned him about his real name, he made a gun out of his hand, pointed his index and middle fingers at me with his thumb cocked and ready to shoot, and told me in one quick deadpan expression, “You never question a cowboy’s name.” He then winked at me, so I smiled and simply left it at that, moving on to the usual interview questions. I had all his other information: I would find it out sooner or later. For now, Reno Dakota sufficed as a name for that rugged young stud. He answered the other questions in a similarly odd fashion, but not so odd that it was a turn-off; instead, his sly, slightly evasive, playful, and mysterious answers and manner of talking made him all the more endearing. Unlike the countless interviews before him, his was interesting and worth my …
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All Aboard
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“I don’t want to return home, I don’t want to return home,” I repeated to myself as I sat with my two bags of luggage at the Cambridge Railway Station. My knocker was filled with thoughts of the petty manners, stifling etiquette, and empty conversation that I would have to endure back home at the Howard Estate in York. Oh, how I despised such trifles! Almost at every turn in Howard one would encounter a stately young lady burning inside with a desire that could only be fulfilled through marriage, at least in those times, the 1920’s. I wanted absolutely nothing to do with those locusts who wanted me for my parents’ extravagant wealth and old name. I wouldn’t have wanted anything to do with the stuffy old buggers anyway: they did not tickle my fancy, one might say. The gushing young women who often stayed as guests at my family’s estate were not the only reason I so dreadfully loathed the thought of returning to York—the women were only one small part of the stuffiness there. My family followed the old English idea that affluence and stateliness must necessarily lead to behaving overly traditional; or, in other words, to act like complete arses. I have disagreed with them ever since I was a young lad, but of course could never bring myself to vocalize those sentiments. To do so would undoubtedly have lead to any number of unwanted consequences, such as a total loss of my inheritance. I may not have liked the idea of having bundles of money at my disposal, but I was in no hurry to relegate myself to a life of work or soldiery (or, God forbid, a monastery!). Thus I did what any good boy with sense knows to do and I waited until I entered University and took out my frustrations on my classmates by being a voraciously argumentative and ill-tempered chap. Despite my temperament, the boys loved my liveliness and queer manner of dealing with others. I had always suspected that I was a tad bit different than the rest of my family, or my so-called mates for that matter. One hint of this abnormality was how terribly much I enjoyed wrestling with my mates in primary school, or how I would peek at them in the washroom after an exhaustive morning of fox hunting. It never went beyond such things, however, and still hadn’t gone beyond such things as I sat upon that firm wooden bench pondering my desires and awaiting the steam locomotive that would haul me to London, where I would catch the “Flying Scotsman” to York. I had always found trains to be terribly dreadful. For that very reason I had nearly decided to abandon the trip back home altogether. Deserting my family for the Christmas holidays did not seem like a very bright idea however, once I considered my inheritance. There was simply too much time in a little cabin by one’s own self! To be honest, however, I found ways to pass the time. I merely had to reflect on when I would watch the rugby matches that occurred in Cambridge between the rugged country boys. The very thought of their flesh pounding against one another while in pursuit of the leather ball caused an unrest in my knickers. I recalled how one man’s hard frame would thrust against another’s, the fleshy meat of their thighs pulsating and jiggling their privates around like a cat caught in a potato sack. Oh, how I wished for one of the players to rip off the short knickers of another! These images allowed me plenty to think about while sitting all alone in my train cabin on previous returns to York. I may have been terribly bored for the majority of the trip, but I nevertheless managed to rub on my pecker a few times. The other half of the trip was normally spent wishing I had someone with whom to share the ride, however. I had already spotted a fellow who I would undress in my mind during the trip while waiting at the Cambridge Railway Station. I recognized him from the University, but I was certain that we had had no previous encounters. My innate desire for and attraction to those members of my own sex only increased upon my matriculation into Cambridge University, which I admittedly confess to have entered for the sole purpose of distancing myself from the critical eyes of my mother and father. The decision happened to be an excellent one, however, for the boys of Cambridge were absolutely striking. One cannot ask for much more than intelligence and handsome looks, and Cambridge was over brimming with them. As a result, my breeches were usually over brimming, too. During many a course I had to fold one of my legs over the other to conceal my growing widgy and hide it from the eyes of those whom I wanted to see it more than anything in the world entire, yet could not because I needn’t be known as a woolly-woofter. Afterwards I would run back to the dormitory and wank before my flatmate returned from his Latin course. That same stir of desire and virginal frustration arose when I met the eyes of the fellow I recognized from the University. If words could be tried in a court of law, my following description would be found guilty of perjury for the injustice it serves that dashing figure of beauty, sense, and mystery. I must nevertheless tramp onward and provide at least a morsel of a sense of his being. Simply put, he was tall, dark, and handsome. His straight black hair fell across his forehead at a time when longer hair was not looked upon favorably. The hair wasn’t so long that it covered the intensity of his piercing eyes, however: his pupils, cradled by sheets of torn blue velvet, could burn holes into the soul of any man. He was still a sort of wallflower chap, but the type whose presence can change the tides of fortune with silence and observation. He awaited the train not far from my bench, dressed immaculately as always in a suit made of “Isle of Harris” tweed. He needn’t be clothed in my mind, by Jove! We began to trade glances at each other, almost as if we were both scared that if we stared for too terribly long we would be unable to remove the other’s image from our constant thoughts. He appeared more agitated that day than he normally did. I remember feeling the blood rush to my lower half and becoming light-headed as the bulge in my trousers increased beat by beat. My tallywhacker grew larger and larger as my thoughts turned to a fact that I was an absolute idiot for neglecting to realize before: this young chap and I would be taking the same railway! How utterly wizard! I supposed that he would be getting off in London while I hopped the next rail to York and the rest of Northern England. I could barely contain my excitement at the thought of sharing a ride with him. I had just looked away from him to prevent breaking the seam of my trousers when I felt the soft grasp of a hand fall upon the curve between my neck and shoulder. I shuddered with delight when I turned my head to realize that it was his hand—long, elegant fingers, perfectly manicured fingernails, no unnecessary wrinkles or protruding veins. He looked down on me from his towering height with those deep blue eyes and a half-smile sketched across his face. An uncontainable urge swelled in my chest and my loins as my excitement grew and grew. “Hello there,” he said to me in a charming American accent. An American! That’s what he must have been hiding with his silence.“Good morning,” I replied. “Pleasure to make your acquaintance. The name’s Simon. Could I, um, help you with anything mate? What do you need? Anything?” My nervousness and excitement made me act like a bumbling fool, but he was nothing but kind to me. “Charmed to meet you. My name’s Anthony. I recognize you from around the Cambridge grounds,” he told me. I was so entirely awestruck I was surprised that I could even make out what he was telling me! Nevertheless, I listened on. “I was hoping you could help me in some way.” He wanted help! “Sure thing!” I answered as quickly as possible. “H…
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The Three-day Pass Chapter 2
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The Three Day Pass
By Joystick
This is a work of fiction, and as such the characters are not bound by the usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be undertaken with impunity only in the world of fantasy. In reality, it is your obligation and your right to play safely, sanely and healthily. I hope you enjoy my work, and if you have any comments, or ideas that may inspire new work, please feel free to contact me ‘ all emails will be answered to the best of my ability. I would like to acknowledge the assistance I received for this story from Kai. Without him this work would have remained in my head and would not have been put onto paper. The errors are mine and mine alone. I would also like to thank all of you that took the time to write and tell me how much you liked the story.
Chapter 2
The morning sun streaming into the room through the Venetian blinds woke him up. It left patches of light and dark on the bed, giving him the feeling of being behind jail bars. However, the smells of freshly brewed coffee and something frying filled his senses bringing him out of his dream world.
Joseph stretched his body out and for a few seconds he did not remember where he was. Then, it hit him like a ton of bricks and he remembered what had happened last night. “My God, what did I do? How did I get into this mess? I’m not a fucking fag. It must have been the drinking,” he rationalized.“Yes, I was drunk. That must have been the reason. If I had not had that much to drink, I would never have let that happen to me. He took advantage of me, drunk, lonely and feeling rotten, he was kind and I just could not resist him in that drunken state.” Joseph started to get excited. “Yet, I did enjoy it. What’s wrong with me? Am I turning into a fucking faggot? Maybe I am, or maybe I always was and never knew it. Now that it’s daylight and there is no darkened room, nor is there a drunken stupor to hide behind, how do I relate to Richard?” Falling back against the pillows he closed his eyes and asked himself, “never mind that shit, how do I get out of this mess?”
“Well the sleeping warrior awakes,” said Richard holding a cup of steaming coffee.”Didn’t know if you wanted cream and sugar, is black ok?”
Joseph took the cup of hot coffee in his hand and after taking a sip made a sour face and said, “Shit this stuff is strong. You should bottle it and sell it for furniture finish remover. It could use a bit of milk to cut that goop.”
Richard brought over the milk and poured some into the cup. “Well it looks as if I’m going to have to use less coffee from now on. Now what do your want for breakfast? Anything special? If not with my coffee then perhaps I can win your heart through your stomach.”
Win my heart? Joseph thought, does he think last night will be repeated? Thinking he should tell him the truth, but not wanting to hurt his feelings, he said, “Just a few eggs will do, that’s probably easiest for you, but please, not scrambled. We get them all the time in the mess hall and they taste like raw cardboard. Guess it’s because they use powdered eggs.”
“MMMMMM got an idea,” Rich said and returned to the kitchen, “I’m going to make the eggs a special way and also brew another pot of coffee. This one will be more to your taste. In the meantime you can get up and get washed and dressed. I put your stuff in the bathroom for you.” Then peeking into the living room and grinning ear to ear he asked, “Or would you rather I serve you breakfast in bed?”
“Thanks, but I’ll come to the table after I wash my face,” Joseph smiled and swung his feet out of the bed.
Tired, he made his way to the bathroom and started to wash the sleepiness out of his eyes. There was a knock on the door and he heard Richard. “Hey, you’ll find a new toothbrush on the top shelf of the cabinet and you could take another shower, if you want. I won’t join you— well, not unless you want me to. Hey, all you have to do is whistle.”
Joseph pursed his lips as if to whistle and then relaxed them. What are you doing? He thought. Are you going nuts? Is this what you want? Sure it was wonderful and exciting last night, but it’s perverted. Everything he had been brought up to believe in and think said it was perverted and yes dirty. Yet, after reaching for the toothbrush and closing the vanity door, he saw his pursed lips. His mind raced with all kinds of erotic thoughts. He felt himself developing feelings for Rich but the thought of this scared him and prevented him from doing anything but brush his teeth.
After hearing no response Rich went back to his cooking. He cut up some potatoes into small cubes along with some onions and bell peppers and started to fry them to make home fries. When they were done cooking he placed them in the oven to keep warm. He also put up another pot of coffee, this one not as strong. He heard the shower stop, which meant that Joseph would be out soon. He took a slice of white bread out of the breadbox, cut two holes side by side in it and placed it in a fry pan to brown on one side. After flipping the bread over, he cracked two eggs, one into each hole and fried them flipping them once. By that time Joseph was out of the bathroom and dressed in his pants and under shirt. His shirt and tie were still on a hanger that he hooked over the door.
“MMMM what smells so good?” He sniffed at the delicious aromas around him as he sat himself at the table. “Is there anything I can do to help?”
“No, Just sit there and enjoy”, Richard said as he placed a glass of orange juice and a cup of freshly brewed coffee before him. “I hope this coffee is more to your liking.”
Joseph took a sip, “better, much better.” Richard placed the eggs and potatoes before him. “This looks great.” After tasting the eggs and savoring them he asked, “What do you call these things? I’ve never tasted anything so good.” He started to wolf them down.
“They are sometimes called “Adam and Eve on a Raft or Eggs in a hole,” Richard smiled and joked, “But for this occasion I’ll call them Joe and Rich on a bed.”
Joseph turned beet red and pointed his fork at Richard for emphasis, “we have to talk about last night. What happened was something that should not have happened! I don’t know what got into me.” He started to rationalize.“I’m not Gay, not that there is anything wrong with being Gay. I don’t know what really happened, nor do I understand it, but I did not want to lead you on. I don’t think that I can, with all honesty, even say that I was so drunk that I did not know what I was doing. All I know now was that, shit, I don’t even know what I think I know.” Joseph paused with his babbling and looked up at the other man. “Can you make sense of anything I’m trying to say?”
Richard looked into his blue eyes smiled, “yes, I understand what you are saying. You are suffering from the ‘morning after’ syndrome. Relax; one little escapade doesn’t make you queer. And there are two words that I do not tolerate, queer is one and faggot is the other. I’m not going to apologize for what happened last night.” Richard shrugged, “I wanted it to happen, it may seem to you that I had it planned all along, but you’re wrong, it just happened. But I for one, am happy it did.” He reached over and took Joseph’s hand in his. “If you really don’t feel happy about this, then let’s just finish breakfast and I’ll take you to the subway and show you how to get back to 42nd Street.”
“Rich, the problem is that I just don’t know how I feel.” Joseph whispered, “It’s all so new and confusing. To tell the truth I’m scared shitless, my head says run, but my feet won’t permit me to.”
Richard leaned over the table and lifted the hand that was in his own to kiss the fingertips, “then stay with me till you find out how you feel. If you run now, someday you may wonder why you didn’t stay and explore this new feeling. Look I already called in and told the cafe that I was taking a few days off and they said that since it was during the week, it would be ok.”
“Hey!” Joseph protested. “You didn’t have to do that. I could have hung around waiting for you to get off work and then we could have gone out after you finished.”
“What? And give some other guy a shot at grabbing you? NO WAY soldier boy, you are mine.” And to prove it Richard got up and walked around to Joseph, lifted his face to his, and kissed him on the lips lightly. Joseph blushed nervously at the contact, which made Richard smile. He then ran his fingers through Joseph’s close- cropped G.I. hair and pulled his face and mouth closer to his. “Mmm the eggs taste good on your lips,” he smiled. “I bet you taste as good without them also.” He began kissing him deeply, his tongue touched Joseph’s lips, but he did not want to push through them, as he was not sure if the private was ready for this yet. However, to Richard’s surprise, Joseph opened his mouth and the two tongues touched and it was like sparks and fireworks went off again. Soon their tongues were playing field hockey, touching and sending shocks through their bodies. Their kissing became hot and so torrid.
“I think I could get used to that,” Joseph moaned. “This is crazy you know that Rich, don’t you?”
“Yeahhhhhh!” Richard drawled, “I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship, Louie.”
“I see you are a Bogart fan, just like me.” Joseph laughed, “That’s the second quote from his films that you’ve made.”
“It is? When did I make the first one?” Richard asked.
“Just a while ago outside the bathroom door, as I was going to take a shower,” Joseph quipped. “By the way did I thank you for your hospitality last night and for breakfast this morning?”
“You sure did and today I’m going to show you my town,” Richard grinned and sang, “New York, New York —-It’s a hell of a town’.”
“Yeah, the Bronx is up and the Battery’s down. And we are going to make this one hell of a town.” Joseph paraphrased the song quote.
After breakfast Joseph asked if he could borrow a shirt, as he did not want to be in uniform. When Richard asked why Joseph explained that it was just in case he did anything silly he did not want to be picked up by the MPs. Also he did not want to “disgrace” the uniform. “A drunken soldier or one in a sloppy uniform is something I don’t want to portray. The army and service men have enough problems without enraged civilians making complaints, besides, now and them every soldier likes to relax and live like a civilian,” he elaborated. Richard gave him a choice of three shirts; he picked one and put it on.
“Baby, I hate to say this to you, but in or out of uniform, I can still tell you are 100% army,” Richard said. “That haircut gives you away. Also the marvelous way you carry that body of yours, makes my cock want to salute you. Here, put on this baseball cap.” Richard gave him a look over, “yeah that looks better. Now lets get moving as I have a lot to show you.”
“Yeah I’m ready, let’s get the troops moving,” Joseph said and turned to look at Richard. “Can we make a stop on the way back so that I can pick up my money and my travel bag at the locker?”
“Your wish is my command, but first we go up to the Bronx Zoo.”
They hopped on the subway to the Bronx and spent the morning in the zoo walking, looking at the animals, and having lunch in a small nearby lunchroom. They talked for what seemed hours. Joseph told him about his former life in the small town and his work on the farm. He also told him all about his ex-girlfriend. Richard listened and began to understand the reasons behind his joining the army and his need to get away from ‘Smalltown, USA’. Joseph also told him about his plans for the future, about wanting to see the world, earn enough to maybe go to college and about his love of art and sculpture in particular.
“So that’s how you knew about the other David,” Richard said. “I knew there was more to you than just a good looking face and body. There are some brains up there behind that sexy face of yours. It’s not all in that cute bubble ass,” he teased. “I just hope that you get your chance to live out your dreams before, God forbid, you get that ass shot away.”
“Hey stop that talk, think positive.” Joseph said. “I could get killed here on the so called safe streets of New York or any city and in my hometown as well.”
Richard realizing that he had a point dropped the subject and they continued talking about themselves and their lives. Richard told him about his parents who lived out on the Island. He told Joseph about how, in the beginning, his parents had trouble learning to accept the fact that he was gay. Then about how they finally came to accept his sexuality to the point whereby they help him with some money as a sort of ‘advance on his inheritance.’ “That’s the term they prefer to use rather than saying it’s an allowance,” Richard joked. “They tell me that it’s just a way to prove to me that they will never disinherit me, and that I’m their son —-no matter what and that I am welcome to come home anytime.”
“I think that is sweet,” Joseph said with a tinge of sadness in his voice. “I lost my parents in an auto accident when I was very young and was raised by foster parents. They never really loved me. They did it for the money the state paid them and also to have an extra hand on the farm. That was another reason I wanted to get away and be free. So I joined the Army and here I am, having lunch in New Your City, with a guy that I met less than a day ago. A guy that has me doing and thinking about things I would have found repugnant 24 hours ago.” Joseph took a deep breath and glanced up at Richard. “And, damn it, I’m having a ball.”
“Well I hope you are having fun, because I am.” Richard smiled and said in a determined voice, “Joseph, tell me if there is anything you would like to do or see. Anything at all.”
“You’re going to think I’m nuts,” Joseph answered, “but there is one thing that I have been wanting to do, but it’s silly.”
“Tell me!” Richard insisted, “Tell your fairy god daddy now! Tell me and I’ll try to wave a magic wand and grant your wish.”
After much cajoling and getting assurances that Richard would not make fun of him, he shyly confessed, “I would love to go for a carriage ride through Central Park. I saw it once in a movie and I have been dying to do that. Can we try it? I’ll pay; it’s just that it’s not the sort of thing one does alone. Come to think of it, would two men do it? I always pictured it with lovers, you know, a man and woman together, snuggling.”
“And what’s to prevent two male lovers from enjoying a night of snuggling together, in a horse drawn carriage in Central Park,” Richard smiled and said with determination in his voice, “Yes, Yes, we will do it. Why should the ‘heteros’ be the only ones to be able to make love and enjoy themselves like that? Would you like to do that tonight or tomorrow night?”
“Don’t you have to work tomorrow night?” Joseph asked, “I can’t have you taking any more time off. I don’t want you to get fired.”
“…
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This is a work of fiction, and as such the characters are not bound by the usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be undertaken with impunity only in the world of fantasy. In reality, it is your obligation and your right to play safely, sanely and healthily. I hope you enjoy my work, and if you have any comments, or ideas that may inspire new work, please feel free to contact me ‘ all emails will be answered to the best of my ability. I would like to acknowledge the assistance I received for this story from Kai. Without him this work would have remained in my head and would not have been put onto paper. The errors are mine and mine alone. I would also like to thank all of you that took the time to write and tell me how much you liked the story.
The Three Day Pass Chapter 2
By Joystick The morning sun streaming into the room through the Venetian blinds woke him up. It left patches of light and dark on the bed, giving him the feeling of being behind jail bars. However, the smells of freshly brewed coffee and something frying filled his senses bringing him out of his dream world. Joseph stretched his body out and for a few seconds he did not remember where he was. Then, it hit him like a ton of bricks and he remembered what had happened last night. “My God, what did I …
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The Three Day Pass
By JoyStick
This is a work of fiction, and as such the characters are not bound by the usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be undertaken with impunity only in the world of fantasy. In reality, it is your obligation and your right to play safely, sanely and healthily. I hope you enjoy my work, and if you have any comments, or ideas that may inspire new work, please feel free to contact me at Joystick56@hotmail.com – all emails will be answered to the best of my ability. I would like to acknowledge the assistance I received for this story from Kai. Without him this work would have remained in my head and would not have been put onto paper. The errors are mine and mine alone.
Chapter 1
There he sat, Private Joseph Benson, on the bus, looking out a grimy window at the skyline of New York City. God, except for seeing it on the TV or in the movies, he had never seen a sight like that before. He was a real country bumpkin, a hick from a small town in upper New York State. His blue eyes were wide in amazement and his heart pounded with excitement; he was looking forward to this new adventure. Even if the skies were overcast and it looked like it might rain, nothing, but absolutely nothing, could or would dampen his joy at having finally made it to the “Big Apple.”
Joseph had finally gotten out of that upstate hellhole by joining the army. He felt he was liberated at last. Sure the Army was restrictive and demanding, but, he still felt he was at last free. What was it that the enlistment guy had said “Free to be the best you can be.” Yes, no more having to answer to anyone but himself. Freedom had come in more than one way.
When he had first joined the army, he had hopes of earning enough money to marry his girlfriend back home. Also he wanted to make use of the army to finish his education. However, things just didn’t work out. Just last month he turned 21 years old and for a birthday gift what did his girl send him? —- A Dear John letter, telling him that she could not wait for him and that she had found someone else.
That bitch, before her, except for one or two dates and a good night kiss or two, he had never had a steady girlfriend. Not that he wasn’t good looking enough, he was. He was just under 6 feet tall, blond hair and steel blue eyes. Weighing 165 pounds, he had a really good body which basic training had only improved on by adding a bit more muscle. His ‘manhood’, seven inches long and one half inches in diameter, was enough to satisfy any girl. This trip into the city was to be the long awaited ‘event of events’ he had been looking forward to. This would be the place to celebrate his 21st birthday and forget that rotten bitch. To spread his wings without anyone back home having to know anything about it.
The bus pulled into the terminal. Taking his canvas traveling bag down from the overhead rack, smoothing his class ‘A’ uniform he proceeded to join the mass of people getting off the bus and followed them into the inner terminal, for a moment he froze in his footsteps looking all around at the throngs of humanity. God, he had never seen so many people. Everyone running here and there like they knew where they were going. His first thought was to find a small corner and push himself into it and hide. After a few minutes and lots of being pushed by the crowds, he found himself on that street of streets, 42nd Street.
Somehow he had found the area he had been looking for. He had been advised that there was a sort of U.S.O run by a 42nd Street association of businessmen that looked after servicemen while they were on leave. They helped them to find rooming accommodations, get tickets to shows and provided a place to enjoy a cup of coffee and a donut. Someone was always there to talk to about things to do and places to go and how to get there. There was even a place in which to clean up, if you needed it, and safe lockers you could rent to store your bag. It was sort of a YMCA for service men.
After going into the restroom and placing some of his money in his canvas traveling bag, Joseph rented a locker and stored his kit. No sense in taking all his money with him, especially after all he had heard about what could and did happen to guys on leave. Besides this way he would still have most of his money and clothes should he wake up with a big hangover. Josh was looking forward to being able to go into a bar legally and have a few beers. He was even hoping that the bartender would demand some I.D., now that would just put the icing on the cake. However, it was too early to drink now and besides he had plenty of time for drinking as he had a three-day pass.
The girl at the desk helped him by giving him all kinds of suggestions and free tickets for places to go to. She even took the time to sit down with him and show him how to get to some places. If she had been a lot younger and a little better looking he might have been tempted to ask her out but he was looking for someone hot and willing to trot and willing to screw like mad so onto the subway he went. Following her directions and suggestions, Joseph wound up in an area called the “village.” This was almost like a small town within the city. People seemed to move a bit more slowly and some even smiled at you. Joseph noticed that the men seemed to smile at him a lot more than some of the women.
Finally spotting a small cafe he entered and was seated at a small table set up by the window, where he could watch the comings and goings out on the street. He ordered a beer from the waiter. The waiter smiled at him and asked him what brand he wanted.
“Just give me a Bud, if you have it,” he said, as he looked around the place.
The cafe was not yet busy but there were a few men and some women having coffee and talking. Now and then they would look at Joseph and smile. Finally one of the women came over and asked him his name and started up a conversation. The woman had a nice figure and was rather nice looking too. She must have been in her late 20s. She had dark green eyes and long red hair. Her body was fighting a loosing battle to stay inside her dress.
“What’s your name, handsome?” she asked.
“Joseph,” he answered. “Why don’t you take a seat and tell me yours?”
“Joanne,” she answered in a deep sexy voice, sitting down in the chair next to him. Her hands then reached out to hold his hands in them and said, “I bet I can guess what you do for a living.”
“That’s not difficult, seeing as I’m in uniform,” he smiled.
“No! Silly, I meant before you went into the service,” she concentrated as she ran her fingers over the palm of his hand, her smooth fingers and finger nails tracing the lines on his palm. “What do you want to wager I can guess?”
“I don’t know. What’s the usual bet?” he inquired
“How about dinner and a few drinks, if I guess right” she smiled.
“And if you don’t, what will I win?” he snickered.
“Then you get to name your prize.” She lowered her voice and added, “I’m sure you can think of something that you may want.”
Without a second thought Joseph said, “You got yourself a deal.”
“OK, I’m going to write my guess on this napkin. Then you will tell me how you earned your living before you went into the army. If it matches, I win,” she said while writing her answer down. “Now what was your civilian occupation?”
“Well believe it or not I was a farm hand” Joseph said. “No kidding.”
“Your hands are not the hands of a farmer.” she protested. “They are too smooth. I guess farming isn’t what it used to be. Looks as if you won the bet. I’m at your disposal. What kind of payment are you going to wring out of me?”
Joseph thought a few seconds and then leaned forward and whispered into her ear, “How about I take you to dinner anyway and then you show me this town? I’ve never been in the big city and I feel lost.” He moved his hand to her leg and lightly ran his fingertips up and down her thigh. “And we can always negotiate the rest in a more comfortable location.”
Placing her hand over his and moving both their hands to his leg she rubbed his thigh and whispered, “I did say you could name your prize, didn’t I? And I have a few ideas as to what that will be.” She smiled as her fingers touched his crotch and rested on his hardening cock.” Giving it a slight squeeze she said, “MMMMM Looks like I get the big prize after all don’t I?”
“Well if you play your cards right, you could help me celebrate my birthday in a royal manner.” He said as he reached for her thigh again and moved his fingers up to her pussy. “You can give me my present, slowly, later in bed, but for now, like all growing boys I need some food.”
Her fingers caressing his crotch, she moaned and replied, “Yes I can feel you growing.”
Smiling he signaled the waiter and they ordered dinner and cocktails. He ordered steak and potatoes and she a chicken dinner. Before the waiter left Joseph asked him where the washroom was. The waiter showed him and Joseph excused himself and walked with difficulty to the men’s room.
Once inside he went into the cubical and took a piss. Just as he was finishing up he heard the outside door open and someone come in and use the urinal. Coming out of the booth and moving over to the washbasin he recognized the waiter taking a piss. The waiter finishing up shook his penis to get the last drops out and stuffed his cock into his pants and joined Joseph at the basins.
“You in town for long Soldier boy?” the waiter asked trying to make polite conversation.
“Just for a few days on leave,” Joseph answered, “looking for a fun time to celebrate my birthday away from home.”
“Oh! Then you are not from New York City?”
“No, this is my first time in the big city. I come from upstate, never been in a town this big. People, people, people, more than I could ever hope to see in my town,” Joseph said washing and drying his hands. “This section of the city, ‘The Village’, reminds me of my home town. The people, at least the men, smile at me and are so friendly. Uptown, everyone seemed too busy to even look at you.”
“Soldier, you really are a ‘Hick’,” he laughed. “A lot of the men here are gay and are trying to pick you up.”
“You’re kidding me, why me?” he asked. “Do I look like I would be interested in that kind of thing?”
“Look at it from the point of view of a gay men,” he answered. “You see a good looking guy walking in our neighborhood, he’s alone, he’s in uniform – hell why not give him a smile? You never know, nothing ventured, nothing gained. How many times have you smiled at a girl in hopes of getting into her pants? It’s the same with us, except for the gender. Hell, I would make a play for you myself if you were available.”
“Well I’m not available, no offense meant,” Joseph said. “I seem to be getting along with that girl at my table damn good.”
“Ah, since you are new to our city can I assume you just met Joanne?” he asked while reaching for a paper towel.
“Yes we just met here today”, he smiled “And it looks like I hit the jackpot.”
The waiter hemming and hawing said, “Look soldier, I would be careful if I were you, you never know what kind of people you meet in this place. I like you and don’t like to see ‘our guys in service’ taken for a ride.”
“What are you trying to tell me?” Joseph asked, “Is she sick or something?”
“Not sick, at least I don’t think so”, he began slowly. “She is a pro. She has a partner and together they pull the old badger game with a twist. She lures her ‘date’ into a back alley and her boyfriend works him over before they run off with his wallet. Just don’t let her lead you down any alleys….”
“Shit! And here I was thinking it was my blue eyes and winning ways that attracted her.”
The waiter laughed.
“Well they are a rather nice shade of blue at that,” he said. “I wouldn’t like to see them blackened, or may be even worse, so just watch your back.” The waiter looked into Joseph’s face and reached up and touched his cheek and said, “Yes, it’s too nice a face to have to see it smashed to hell”
“Hell! There’s little chance of that.” Joseph bragged, “I’m a martial arts devotee and army trained in close combat tactics. I can take care of myself, but thanks for the info, to be forewarned is to be forearmed.” he thanked the waiter “Thanks again—–sorry I did not get your name.”
“Richard, but you can call me Rich, everyone does,” he answered. “And another thing, watch what you drink and how much you drink! Stick to bottled beer. Well that’s my good deed for tonight” he added, looking Joseph up and down, smiling he turned and left the washroom.
Joseph reached into his rear pocket, pulled out a comb and ran it through his hair a few times before returning to his table. Sitting down, he slid over to Joanne until their legs touched. He placed his arm around her and ran his fingertips up and down her arm smiling at her. He pulled her close to him and gave her ear a little kiss.
“MMMMMMM that’s lovely” she cooed, “can’t wait till we are alone later just you and I.”
“Where are we going first? I have these tickets that I got from the 42nd Street service place. Would you like to see a show? Afterwards, we can go on one of those horse drawn carriage rides they have in Central Park?” he suggested.
“Baby, you are such a romantic,” lowering her voice she said. “That ride is a bit of a tourist trap. Only hicks and tourist from out of town would do that sort of thing. I think I have a better way to celebrate your 21st. I was thinking more in the line of taking a walk around the Village and then up to my place. I will show you how a real New Yorker lives and has fun without having to throw your Army pay away on junk like that. Who wants to sit behind a smelly horse anyway?” Reaching over and running her fingers over his crotch she sucked on his ear lobe, her tongue tip flitting in and out of his ear.
“Yeahhhhhh! I can’t wait to open my Birthday present,” he said as the waiter came over to the table with their dinner. “Let’s make a toast first” lifting the cocktail glass to his lips and making a face he complained, “This stuff smells rather bad.” Joseph hailed the waiter and ordered a bottle of beer. “Is your drink Ok?” he asked her, “I’m not really into cocktails anyway. They are too sweet for my taste.”
The waiter returned with a cold Budweiser, opened it and filled a glass for Joseph. After he left, Joseph raised his glass to hers and touched it saying, “Here’s to a very interesting evening.” They then drank their drinks and ate. The food was very good and they spent the meal eating, drinking and touching each other under the table. By the time dinner was over Joanna had unzipped his fly and was holding his cock under the tablecloth.
“We better put a hold on that baby”, he said, “I don’t want to have to leave here with soiled pants.”
“Yes you are right” she said, “There will be plenty of time for that later — If I can just control my animal nature. Grrrrrrrr.”
Joseph shoved his hard cock back into its prison and straightened himself out before they prepared to leave. He paid the bill and left a big tip for the waiter, and the two of them went out into the night air. As they left, Joseph noticed a man leave right after them and head down the street at a fast pace. “Looks and feels like rain.” Joseph said.
“Yes it does, we better take a short cut that I know.” she quipped and added. “We wouldn’t want to get that uniform all wet, at least not with water.”
The two of them hurried down the street, made a few twists and turns and found themselves in a rather dark secluded alleyway. Suddenly, Joseph spotted a man walking toward them. He appeared to be the same one who had rushed past them when they were leaving the cafe. In his hand he now carried a mean looking switchblade knife, its long blade extended. Joseph reached into his pocket and found his key ring there. He quickly arranged the keys so that they stuck out between his fingers, transforming them into a set of pointed lethal brass knuckles. Crouching down, and turning sideways he waited for the guy to make the first move. Waving the knife in front of him, the man demanded Joseph hand over his money.
“Why don’t you try to take it from me, punk.” Joseph snarled at him.
The enraged man made a thrust at Joseph, the knife coming within inches of his body.
“Can’t you do any better than that?” Joseph chided him.
Again and again the man tried to stab the soldier, but with the dexterity of a trained close combat fighter, he managed to escape the knife thrusts. “Get out of here.” Joseph yelled at Joanne, but she just stood there.
“Grab him Joanna, hold the son of a bitch for me,” the frustrated goon yelled. “I’m going to make the bastard look like Swiss cheese.”
The quick thinking fighting man, avoiding and deflecting his attackers knife thrusts, looked for an opportunity to strike back. Finally, finding an opening, he swung his key laden fist and hit the man right in the belly. As the attacker bent over in pain, Joseph brought his knee up and smashed him on the jaw. The coup de maitre was a toe right in the groin. The man went down. He rolled around winding up in the fetal position moaning. Reaching down and picking up the knife Joseph turned to Joanna and said “Bitch, you tried to set me up, didn’t you. I should use this knife to cut that pretty face of yours so that you won’t tempt others into dark alley ways.”
“Please”, she pleaded, “I’ll do what ever you like. Just don’t hurt me. Come, we can still go …
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This is a work of fiction, and as such the characters are not bound by the usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be undertaken with impunity only in the world of fantasy. In reality, it is your obligation and your right to play safely, sanely and healthily. I hope you enjoy my work, and if you have any comments, or ideas that may inspire new work, please feel free to contact me at Joystick56@hotmail.com – all emails will be answered to the best of my ability. I would like to acknowledge the assistance I received for this story from Kai. Without him this work would have remained in my head and would not have been put onto paper. The errors are mine and mine alone.The Three Day Pass Chapter 1
By JoyStick There he sat, Private Joseph Benson, on the bus, looking out a grimy window at the skyline of New York City. God, except for seeing it on the TV or in the movies, he had never seen a sight like that before. He was a real country bumpkin, a hick from a small town in upper New York State. His blue eyes were wide in amazement and his heart pounded with excitement; he was looking forward to this new adventure. Even if the skies were overcast and it looked like it might rain, nothing, but absolutely nothing, could or would dampen his joy at having finally made it to the “Big Apple.” Joseph had finally gotten …
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Bum Chums Have Fun In The Sun
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Bum Chums Have Fun In The SunMartin’s palms felt sweaty as he got off the bus and started the long descent down to the beach, and his heart pounded away inhis ribcage. It was like being caught with his hand in the cookie jar; just being in the proximity of “the beach” made him feel likehe was committing some grave sin, but his lust and desire and excitement drove him on.He had been travelling all day: first he took a bus from the sheep station he lived on down to the railway station and from there hada long journey into the city. Then he had to catch another bus outto where he believed “the beach” to be. And all to lose his cherry.At twenty five he was still a virgin and desperate to do somethingto change that situation.He had heard that there was this beach where men went to swim in thenude and to eye each other up. That first time, when he read thosewords, he was so fucking horny he had sat in the outhouse for over an hour and wanked himself silly until his balls ached and his fleshy, uncut cock was rubbed raw. He couldn’t believe that there was such a place:what were those city folk like! But then he had started researchingit on the internet, on his boss’ computer when he wasn’t looking, and there it was with a map and directions and everything. There was even a picture of a guy getting bum fucked rightthere on the sands.Half an hour later Martin was down on the beach. It looked prettydeserted and he felt extremely disappointed. He had not made thislong trek just to be the only guy on the beach. Still, as he hadcome this far there was no point turning around without at leasthaving a swim. He quickly stripped out of his clothes and raceddown to the sea. It was cool and refreshing on such a hot day. After splashing about for a bit Martin walked out of the seaand enjoyed the feel of the sun and the breeze on his body.He couldn’t believe that he was naked on a public beach.If his boss and the other jackeroos could see him now!He was drying himself off when he suddenly heard a voice:
‘Nice body you got there, mate!’Martin was certain that the man couldn’t be talking to him.His body was ordinary and he had a jackeroo tan; brown faceand arms, white everything else. He lowered the towel to seean older man, perhaps in his fifties, looking at him. He was still in fine shape and had a very handsome face and a large bush of black pubic hair from which juttedout a large brown cock and the biggest pair of nuts thatMartin had ever seen. The stranger saw Martin’s gaze dropdown to his big cock and he slowly pulled back the foreskin revealing the shiny plum it concealed.Martin’s cock sprang into an erection and he felt extremelyembarrassed and tried to shield it with his hands. The older man came closer and gently brushed Martin’s hands away.
‘There’s no need to be shy.’ he said. ‘That’s a real beautyou have there, mate’.Martin was like a startled rabbit caught in headlights;he just didn’t know what to do. He wanted sex: oh boy didhe want sex. But he had been hoping for someone closer to his age. In his mind’s eye he would come to the beach and meet someone and they would chat and then hours later gooff and have a meal and then later they would go back toMartin’s hotel and make love. But something was tellinghim it didn’t quite work like that. That something washis blood engorged cock that felt so good in thestranger’s hands.The man was a master at manipulating cock. Each stroke and tugmade Martin feel more and more turned on. Nervously he scannedthe beach to see if they were being watched but there was no one else about. He already knew that the beach could not be seen from above so he relaxed a little.‘Come over here in the shade.’ the man told him.Meekly Martin followed his new found lover, watching his meaty bum bouncing as he walked across the hot sand. He had laid out his towel behind a small bush close to a large rock, where they were well hidden from view. It was a large towel and there was plenty of room for Martin.‘You seem a little tense.’ the man observed.
‘I’ve never done this before.’ Martin replied.
‘What…never, not even a wank?
‘No, nothing at all.’ Martin was embarrassed to admit this.‘Wow!’ was the breathy response as the older man laid Martin flat on his back and began to nibble his pale, smooth taut belly. His little butterfly kisses turned Martin on enormously and he took the older man’s head in his hands,feeling the warmth where the sun had caught his bald spot. His hair was short and halfway between spiky and silky and it was a feeling that Martin knew he would never, ever forget.It was the feel of a man, a man who needed to be wanted by another man; he was not alone in his desires.Nor too would he forget the feel of that hot mouth closing around his throbbing cock for the first time. Martin grunted and thrust up into that exprienced cock sucker’s mouth and almost shot his bolt. It was just the best feeling in the world. As the middle aged cock magician licked Martin’s knob he gently stroked his thighs, driving the young stud wild. He wanted desperately to cum; he had a week’s worth of clotted cream waiting to burst out of his balls and yet he wanted to prolong this ecstatic agony, and give the older man his pleasure.The older stud knew he had a real live wire here. The way the young stud kept thrusting up into his mouth he knew it would not be long before the dam burst. How much he would have loved to catch that tangy gush of man goo on his tongue but he had a need even greater than that. He came off Martin’s cock and started kissing up his belly again and then on to his chest. He lingered long enough to tease Martin’s nipples until they were like little missiles ready to launch. He teased on up to Martin’s flushed neck and then nibbled his earlobes, all the time gently stroking that fat, eight inch wand of perfect man flesh.‘Would you like to fuck me?’ he whispered in Martin’s ear.Martin could not believe what he had just heard! Did he ever!
‘Can I?’ he whispered back.
‘For you, mate, I would do anything.’Martin watched the middle aged hunk apply some lube to his ass. He was glad that he did it himself because somehow Martin didn’t think he would want to be sticking his fingers up the guy’s ass, even though he wanted desperately to fuck it. Everything was so new to him and it would take some time to figure out what was what, and what all his feelings were. But one thing he knew for certain: his cock was rock hard and when the older man laid down on the towel and spread his cheeks and pushed his meaty rump up in the air, exposing his fur fringed chute, Martin was ready to fuck.He positioned himself behind the waiting bumhole and pushed himself in with one savage thrust. The poor man let out a howl of protest.‘Did I do something wrong?’ Martin was perplexed.
‘Just take it a little easy at the start, huh?’ came the reply.Martin was a quick learner and did as he was told. Soon the guy underneath him was cooing away as Martin gently slid his big cock in and out of his silky, warm chute. Martin looked down at his cock sliding in and out of that tanned, meaty rump; he had daydreamt about fucking his boss many, many times and his boss was built just about the same as the guy he was fucking now. When he closed his eyes he found he was fucking the boss’ beefy bum and it made him so excited he was having trouble breathing properly.The older man was lost in a world of pleasure now as his relaxed ass delighted in Martin’s deep drilling. The young stud was like a stallion as he rogered the older man into the towel, squashing his hard cock between it and his belly. He had to push his bum back in the air to gain access to the stiff prick that matched Martin’s in length and girth. As he pushed back it heightened the amazing feeling that Martin’s cock was experiencing. His cock head was incredibly sensitive now and to intensify that sensitivity he instinctively pulled his cock all the way out of the man’s ass and slid it back again. They both cried out in delight and Martin repeated the trick over and over.Martin’s balls were drawn up tight as he slid his slippery cockhead past the guard of the older man’s ring before pulling it out again to repeat the whole process. The older stud could feel his orgasm building; it seemed to start right around his asshole and he started clamping down on Martin’s cock. The more he did so the more intense the build up became and soon he could feel the rush and he grunted out loud as the world went black for a second or two. Heavy ropes of jizz shot out of his cock and onto the towel. He clamped his assring around Martin’s cock one last time and triggered the young stud’s release.Martin could not believe how good it felt when the older stud had started clamping his assring down on his cock. He was already experiencing pleasure beyond his wildest imagination when suddenly it had switched up a gear or two. His balls were starting to protest when he gave one last thrust into that beautiful hole and a geyser of red hot jizz juice eruptedout of him and deep into his lover’s ass guts. He literally saw stars as the fuck fluids exploded out of his cock and pleasure coursed through his body like a giant wave.He collapsed onto the older man’s broad back and wiggled his cock about in his jizzed up ass before falling asleepin the cooling breeze.Martin woke a half hour later when the older man gently shook his shoulder. He was dazed and confused at first but when he saw the naked man next to him he remembered where he was.‘I have to go now.’ the older man told him. ‘My wife doesn’t like it if I stay out too long.’His wife! What the hell was he talking about? Martin gulped and felt his face flush. He had hoped to spend more time with the skilled lover that had drained his balls, but it was not to be.‘Well, nice to meet you.’ Martin remembered his manners.
‘You too.’ came the reply. ‘I don’t think I will ever forget that hot fuck.’It was good to know that it had made an impact on him too. Martin knew that he would never forget the feeling of being buried in that beautiful bum, and the way it clamped down on his cock, milking the cream right out of his balls.He watched the older man walk away and then went back to his towel. He noticed that there were several other people about on the beach now. He lay down on his towel and tried to decide what to do. If he left now he could get back home that evening and not have to pay for a hotel room. But if he stayed he could see loads more naked flesh and see what the men got up to. His older man …
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Recounting Remembrance
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It was dim in the room when I looked at him, this placid creature of lust. The moonlightsoftly gleamingthrough thewindows danced with theshadows on his body, emphasizing the features they performed on. I looked on at this myriad display of exhibitionas my member started to thicken in my drawers. Begging toescape and longing for attention.We had only meta few short momentswhen he asked me to go with him, and for once in my life I had went on a whim.
I remembered how he looked at me backat the party; eying me precociously, seductively with hunger, and stripping me naked with his eyes, with a deep forlorn stare. I recognized thelonging, the wanting, and the needing. To touch someone and feel the closeness that can only be brought on by another’sflesh. I had intended on ignoring him but his eyes refused to let me go, my bodyrefused to respond to my logicas he approached me ever so shyly. He introduced himself,his voicedeep and reverberating, his laugh a pleasant chorus,penetrating my ears and throughout my entirety. My mind hadgone blank for but a moment. My composurehad taken a short break but I held my standing asI took to conversation toexamine his face ever soclosely: a finely trimmed beard with a goatee that helped define a strong jaw, a pointed nose that fit his face proportioned and invasive, his hair black,dark, and waxen, and his eyes that he used to root me,a jaded green. His body went without saying, his fashion clinging taught against it. My other twitchedagainst my zipper, only to spur onmy heated debate.I was surprised ofhowquickly I had taken to this man, this creation of masculinity. I could only stare.
And then he said those words that hadsealed my conscience:
“Come with me…”
SoI did.
Now I stood at the foot of the bed waiting for the physical discourse. I looked at him with such tempest, a rush of excitement and anxiety, a taste ofParadise and Damnation. He beckoned me with his hand so gingerly, waiting for me on the sheeted altar. I tried to move but my hesitation hindered me. He sensed my impediment and came to me like a predator in the night, gentle and silent. His nakedness gleamed in the moonshine, reflecting his emphasis of want.He wrapped his strength around me and I felt his soothingwarmth and protection. I could hear the kindness in his arms.
“Is this your fist time?”
I replied sheepishly with yes as he smiled in response.
“It’s alright we’ll go slow.”
He reached his hand around and cupped my neck, as we pulled in for a light taste, teasing, sensuous.His lips were smooth and inviting as his hands started to undress me slowly. He kissed me like glass, fearing I would break under the weight of his wantonness. My hands were gone, left me behind, taken to an early exploration of this man’s temple. I let out a whispered sigh as his tongue entered my mouth searching for a partner toplaywith, as the last article of my imprisonment, my underwear, fell nonchalantly to the floor. He took my hand, gripped me firmly, and smiled to reassure me. I nodded and followed him to the sacrifice.
I fell on the bed. He followed me like a leaf, covering me like a blanket. We kissed with passion for each other. He stopped for a moment to look at me with question, studying my face like a subject. I started to wonder what was wrong but he smiled tome that smile of his and continued his expedition with his wilding tongue. The wet trail I felt, making a path from my neck, he moved on to my chest, circling eachtiny buttonwith delight. I felt them become hard, pointed and erect, being savvy hebit them sparingly. The shock ran up to my head as I felt my hardness drip with anticipation. Slowly he went down, following the middle valley of my torso. His cheek brushed the head of my organic steel, my legs twitched in reaction.
“Beautiful…”
I tried to question his comment, but I was cut short by thesteamymoistness surrounding my erection. I moaned a whisper as his mouth worked its wonder on my sex. Hot, wet, fleshy was all myprick could say. On every rise I felt his vacuum, on every decent his muscular serpent slithered around. Up, down, up, down, my eyes never left his performance as I felt the impending end. Tighter, tighter, and tighter, I felt my self build. My pouch hugged my body screaming for the let go.
“Aww shit… I’m gonna….”
I let my body speak for me. A torrent I had felt from inside, leaving me like a cannon. Over and over I felt myself shoot my seed. With this pronounced, he was more invigorated to sucking. I heard him swallow again and again. Satisfying himself with his hard labour. I lay there spent and panting. I felt him move up toward me, feeling his heat blanket me once more. He kissed my chest, then my mouth. I opened up for him, feeling his serpentine dart in and out. I could taste myself on his lips, the familiar smell of my semen. He kissed his way over to my ear.
“How was that?”
I managed to giggle out a small reply as he nibbled on my ear lobe.
“Do you want me to come in?”
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I had been chatting on-line with Chris for a while. He knew I had been interested in exploring things and hadn’t done so yet.He suggested a site for hooking up with guys. Being rather naive, I just didn’t really give it much thought, only thinking of it as a dating site to meet people. It actually turned out to be a sex and swinger site, but I put my profile in anyway. I thought, I will never meet anyone, but maybe just chat. I listed I was looking for one-on-one, long term relationships and that I was shy and not into the bar scene. I did list my fantasy as being with two guys, but really would be scared out of my mind to try it.
I got quite a few emails, some to the point, “wanna fuck”. I didn’t bother to contact him, although the picture of his cock was more than impressive, it was huge. One guy though, sounded like me, shy, didn’t drink or smoke, we exchanged messenger accounts and started to chat.
Bradley: Hi
Matt: hi
Bradley: So, you are shy too. Not into bars and stuff?
Matt: Yes
Bradley: nice
It went on like that for quite a while, it was difficult to get him to open up. If I asked something, I got yes and no answers and not much information. He did send a picture, it was hard to tell, but he looked like an okay guy.
But then again maybe he wasn’t as shy as I was, because he invited me to do cam2cam with him. I wasn’t into that, way too shy to be an exhibitionist. However, I had no problem watching him. He really did put on quite a show and cum shot. Makes me horny just thinking about it.
I found out where he lived, and drove by his house, but didn’t have the nerve to stop. I told him about it though, and we chatted again this second day on the net.
Matt: So, how do you want to start this. We kiss, then I work my way down your body.
Bradley: Um, can we go a little slower. I don’t really have much experience.
Matt: Ok, me either.
Bradley: No, when I say I don’t have much experience, I mean I don’t have any experience.
Matt: Really? Wow.
Bradley: Maybe we could start out as friends. Go to a movie or something.
Matt: Cool, what about tonight?
Bradley: Sure, that was quick. Um, a couple different shows start at 7:30p.m., I’ll pick you up at seven?
Matt: Seven is good.
I was rather nervous, he hadn’t seen me, although I had given him a description. I waited in the drive, but he didn’t come out, so I got brave and went to the door. He was way better looking than his picture he sent. Again, like on the computer, I did most of the talking even though I am shy also. He didn’t say anything on the way to the theater.
We sat quietly through the movie, laughed at the same things, but didn’t talk. The ride back to his place was really quiet as well. He said, thanks for the movie and was about to leave the car. I leaned in toward him and it paid off. He kissed me, just a gentle soft lipped kiss, then left to go inside. I didn’t know what to think. At home, I got on my computer and he was on-line.
Bradley: I hope you had fun tonight.
Matt: I did, thanks.
Bradley: You were so quiet.
Matt: I don’t talk much.
Bradley: I see. I wanted to take your hand during the movie.
Matt: I wanted to make a move on you too, but was waiting for you to make the first move.
Bradley: Ok, let’s agree to feel free to do things next time. I liked the kiss. I could use kissing lessons LOL.
Matt: I can do that.
Bradley: Well, want to go to a movie tomorrow?
Matt: Why don’t you come over for kissing lessons instead?
Bradley: Ok.
The next day he got on the messenger and told me he couldn’t give me lessons. He had a sore throat. I was feeling really down about missing out on making out with him. We talked about going to a movie instead, but I couldn’t wait. I figured I had kissed him once, already exposed to the germ. I was happy to go to a movie, but Matt thought as long as I was willing to kiss him, let’s skip the movie part.
I went up to the door, his cats were in and out of my legs, while I rang the bell. He came and let me in, leading me to his bedroom. We sat side by side on the twin size bed, kind of scared to even look at each other. I would glance at him, he at me, then we would look away.
“Are you going to give me those lessons?”
“Well, the easiest way is to just start kissing.”
Matt leaned in and we did. It took about two seconds for his tongue to be in my mouth, but I didn’t mind, as mine was in his next. Before long were all over each other and lying on the bed. As we kissed, my fingers slid down his shorts, feeling his pubic hair. I felt his hair, sticky with sweat. I didn’t look, but kept feeling, knowing I was getting close. We kept kissing, and I let my hand keep going, feeling his erection. His cock was hot and hard in my hands and I loved it, making me kiss him all the harder. Sucking his tongue, not wanting to let go, he stopped me and pulled out of my grasp.
“You want me to take off my shorts?”
“Sure. I don’t care.”
I did care, but hated to seem too eager, even if I was. Matt pulled off his shorts, giving me a clear view of his 6-inch, thick, uncut penis, standing straight up against the dark hairs on his belly. He pulled off his t-shirt as well. He had a nice patch of chest hair starting. I don’t have hair on my chest. I took his dick in my hand and started to jack him off, as he let his body fall back on the bed from a sitting position. He raised his head and looked at me. And I looked back and spoke.
“You know what I want?”
“Do what you want.”
Taking his shaft in my hand, I got down between his legs and licked over the pink head of his penis as I pulled back his foreskin. This was the first time I had ever taken a man’s cock into my mouth. I had thought about giving a guy a blow job a lot and really wanted to. I took in as much as I could and started to suck. I looked at him, he lay with his eyes closed, breathing through his mouth, as my fingers gently massaged his balls. They were shaven and so soft. I kept getting braver, as my hand drifted from his balls, down further.
“Do you know that is my asshole?”
“Yes. Is that ok?”
“Sure, put in as many fingers as you want.”
I started with one, then went to two. I was pumping in and out of him, while I tried…
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