I gave him a hug right there in the airport, like a long unseen
brother or something, he stiffened briefly, then relaxed, He atleast
was far from where he had to worry about people he knew! Chattering
inanely about just about everything as we walked to my car, i couldn’t
wait until i could get this virile man out of the public eye, and
welcome him properly!

Giving him a hug as soon as we were out of sight in the parking
garage, a REAL hug, to show him how happy i was to have him there, i
squeezed his cheeks (oh so firm!) and gave him a look in the eyes that
started the wheels moving faster (i had been teasing him on the phone
for weeks now). Finally reaching my car, we escaped the teeming bussle
of the airport, and raced for Don’s, there to begin celebrating my
26th Year.

That little tid-bit had my imagination rolling. Sean and i had never
met, Talked quite a bit yes, but never met. He had seen pictures of me
that i had sent him, including more than one nude, but had never
gotten around to getting me one. I never got a feeling of duplicity
from him, and accepted his explanation of “how do i explain to my
friends that i want them to take this picture, and NOT explain where
i’m sending it or why i’m taking it?” Being closeted sure complicated
life, or so i seemed to me! Summoning my Will, i plowed through the
work, finishing about eight am, and fell asleep for several more
hours.

Waking some time around 4 am, i heard my room mate gently snore,
as he dreamed his sweet dreams of a high paying job in accounting.
At least that’s what he claims he dreams of when he’s smiling like he is
now! Getting up to relieve my bladder, i realized that i was
still fully clothed, and changed into my boxers (the preferred apparel
on my dorm floor) and took care of business in the communal bathroom.

As I made my stumbling way from the Health & Fitness building to my
Dorm, i couldn’t help reflecting on all the pleasant aches i had
managed to accumulate in just a few hours. My legs still ached from
the heavy duty workout i’d given them, AND from being spread on the
floor of that steamy show room for so long, for so many HOT men! My
jaw ached from practically dislocating it to accommodate that
red-haired giant, Jack, and the Blonde Devil i only know as Joe. Damn!
I Silently exclaimed to myself, shaking my head, even my tits are
sore from constantly being bitten, twisted or sucked. All of these
little aches combined with the warm afterglow of great sex to let me
know that i had just been through a memorable experience.

As we walked, i got a good view of his backside, and what a nice
backside it was! Nice firm buns, topped by a firmly muscled and finely
shaped back, all atop a well muscled pair of lightly hairy legs. The
Cute stranger, whom i shall call Blacky, led me into one of the side
alcoves in the shower room, and turned all eight shower heads on full,
filling the room with steam.

Sharing a shower head, my hands began to roam his awesome body,
twisting his nipples, caressing his but, pressing my body to his,
feeling our trapped cocks pressed together. No words were necessary,
as he sank to his knees in the hot spray, and took my cock into his
mouth. Slowly he slid down my length, taking about half of it before
reaching his limit, squeezing my cock head with his throat as he
fought not to gag. Striving not to cum yet, i tossed my head and
moaned, and began to think about my Calc homework, anything to slow
things down. I calmed down, calmed that is, until i felt a new
sensation on my dick. I opened my eyes and found that he had backed
himself onto my dick, and was bouncing my dick head off his prostate!

I reached around him and grasped his bouncing cock, as he began
thrusting against me in earnest. Finding his tempo, he alternated
between thrusting his ass against my groin and drawing forward until i
almost fell out. His motions had the oppostite affect on his cock in
my hand, pressing it forward and them back in my clenched grip.

He began to tremble, at first i thought it was exhaustion, until
that is, i felt his ass spasm, and his hot load began oozing onto my
hand. He pushed himself back onto me, cramming every inch of me into
his spasming depths, and i came. My second load of the day was no less
intense that my first, i came for what felt like hours and his ass
kept milking more out of me.

Red was in real exctasy now, thrashing about, moaning, as he got it
from both ends at the same time! Blondy was giving him a premo blow
job, while reaming his ass, and Red wass loving all of it! Needless to
say, the excitement built rapidly, and red blew his load all over the
place on one of Blondies up-strokes. In Blondies face, on his chest
and belly, a generally (huge!) mess. Blondy DOVE back down onto Reds
cock, and i can only assume he came, since he started trembling with
his cock buried deep in Reds ass.

Suddenly i felt hands on my cock! Jumping in surprise, i found that
a strange (Cute!) man had crept up behind me and grabbed my attention!
he murmered quietly, “What do i have here? looks like someone is
excited about something!” i gave a small moan, as he squeezed my cock
in his hand, and he said “Lets go play in the showers!” i tried to
stammer something about not being alone, but he gave me a knowing
wink and led me away by my better half.

As Red stopped cumming, he drew his wilting cock out of Blondies
mouth, and collapsed in a limp heap on the side of the tub, legs in
the water, head out. At first, Blondy appeared satisfied with his
meal, but soon enough he bent over and began to nibble and suck on
Reds prominently displayed Balls. Red squirmed at first, but rapidly
got into it, and just as rapidly got hard again. Blonde slipped lower
and was abruptly rimming Red, hard and deep. Red started to jerk up
right, a look of perplexity on his face, but the lassitude hadn’t worn
off yet, and he fell back, a look of pleasure on his face.

I quickly found my accustomed place, at the junction of 3 aisles of
lockers, which always affords me maximum view for a minimum of effort.
Alas, today the room echoed my noises, showing that there were no
hordes of young men, in varying stages of dress, parading around for
my pleasure….

Quickly stripping off the sweaty old wrestling uniform, i paused,
reflecting on the musky odor, reminding me of Tom. I pressed it to my
face, inhaled deeply and tossed it into my locker, grabbed my towel,
and proceeded chuckling to to the hot tub. As i neared the entrance
to the Tub/Sauna area, i slowed for my accute hearing had detected a
whisper of sound; I was not alone! Not being one to pass up the sight
of well formed flesh, and being an all around Voyeur, i slowly stuck
my head around the corner, and promptly had to catch myself on the
door frame!

Much to my great pleasure, i beheld a wonderous sight! Two very hot
guys, in their early twenties, Very fine specimens of the male
physique! They were just stepping into the hot tub, affording me a
tantalizing profile shot of two large, very erect cocks just as
stepped into the hot swirling waters of the tub. My cock was beginning
to rise, despite it recent workout, this was HOT!

One gent, whom i’ll name Red, was covered in a a generous coat of
brillian red hair. The other stud, i’ll call blondy, since he had a
head full of pale blonde hair. They chatted easily, and i began to
wonder if i had imagined their erections in my horny state, when i
noticed some peculiar arm motions on the part of the blonde. My
imagination was vindicated when Red suddenly sat up on the edge of the
tub, affording me another profile shot of his superb body.

Reds hot body had my full attention, until that is, my eyes fell on
his throbbing erection. Only then did i realize that Red was blessed
with an uncircumsized penis! Saliva began to fill my mouth, as i
itched to jump right in, but Blondy beat me to the punch. Sliding
through the water towards red, leaned down and much to my amazement
took the end of Reds skin in his teeth and pulled! Instead of yelling
in pain as i expected, Red tossed is head and closed his eyes, in
apparent exctasy! Blondy chewed and chomped on that thick overhang for
what seemed like forever, Red tossing his head and moaning all the
while. Blondy apparently decided to ‘up the ante’, and sliding his
mouth down OVER the skin covered head, he enveloped quite a
respectable portion of that cock in his mouth. Only when he reached
his limit did he draw the skin off the head, Making Red gasp in
surprise as he felt his cock suddenly lodged in a Hot grasping throat!

In a husky voice, looking him straight in the eye, with my best
shit-eating- grin, i asked

“SO. Looks like we may be here awhile, how should we pass the time?
*grin*”

as i said this, he seemed shocked at first, but (unconsciously?) his
hand dropped to his shorts and cupped his balls, and came to a
decision…

He pulled his shorts to the side (no Underwear!), and out fell the
most wonderful penis i’ve seen to date! Long and thick, Very Hard, and
covered by the long Overhanging foreskin, that had my tongue
positively itching to slip inside!

As i moved toward him, shedding my uniform in one short stride, i
pushed him back against one mirrored wall of the elevator, and sucked
one pointy nipple into my mouth, rolling it around, savoring the salty
taste of his exertions. When he groaned, i slid my mouth down his
hairless abdomen, leaving a burning trail of saliva, and sliding his
shorts down as i went. Just as my nose reached his pungent bush, his
cock jumped free of his shorts, and SMACK i was slapped in the cheek
by a precum-coated cock. This was too much for my self-control, and i
jumped my mouth to his cock, using a hand to gather his foreskin into
a bunch, i forced my tongue through the bunch and cleaned up every
drop of precum. Delicious, i thought, and proceeded to probe every
corner of his foreskin, looking for more, and since he was making more
at a furious rate, i was in heaven!

After a bit of this (how long, i don’t know), i noticed his legs
were giving out, and since my un-attended man-hood was leaving smears
of precum on the mirrored walls, I engulfed as much of his cock as i
could and slid him down to the floor, onto his back. Never letting him
out of my mouth, i slid us into the SixtyNine position (Now i was in
heaven!).

As his mouth closed on my cock, i knew i was in for quite a ride, as
he promptly swallowed me to the root, which prompted me to attempt the
same. Although i couldn’t manage to deep throat all of him, i had one
hell of a fun time trying, and he didn’t seem to mind, as he busily
caressed my cock with his entire throat. (WOW!) I couldn’t get enough
of his Foreskin clad cock, feeling it sheath and unsheath in my
throat, my mouth and on my lips. All of my senses began focusing on
two things: the feelings he was producing with his mouth on my cock,
and the sensations of his pungent manhood as i devoured it.

All too soon, my balls began to contract, for what promised to be
quite a flood. I began to hold back, thinking about C code, my Calc
Project, anything to slow things down a bit. But, when i noticed, soon
after, that his balls were contracting, his moans deepening, and his
body trembling, i abandoned all pretense and Dove for orgasm, Good
thing too! We came together, one endless wave of pleasure after
another, rushing musky semen flooding my senses as we shared the
pleasure of a mind-bending orgasm.

After several minutes spent panting on the floor of the elevator, we
got up and dressed again… we chit-chatted for a bit, not minding the
confines at all now, lightly touching each other now and again,
exchanging phone numbers and arranging to do it again, in a more
appropriate setting, such as my Single, and all too soon the elevator
lights came back up, and we resumed out trek downward. We got out and
I lost track of Tom, heading with single minded purpose, my locker,
and then to the hot tub, planning to bask in the warm water as i
already was basking in the warm afterglow of good sex. Events have
their own way of unfolding as i was about to discover….

“Come on in Brady.” Brady entered and walked into the
living room. “Have a seat.” Brady sat on the chair just oppo-
site the couch where Ray sat. Brady completely engulfed the
chair as he sat there in a slouched, spread legged position.
Brady’s tight white T-shirt looked wonderful as it stretched over
his perfect chest and teased as it showed his firm nipples. Ray
couldn’t take his eyes off of Brady’s tight fitting 501’s. Brady
was showing a basket that could probably be seen for miles with
the naked eye.

The two men had several beers and were feeling light headed.
They began talking about people who they knew. Brady mentioned
that he was having some problems with his latest girlfriend.
After talking about it for a while Ray got up, took Brady by the
hand and took him into the bedroom.

“Brady, have you ever had sex with another man before?”
Ray’s voice was shaky as he asked Brady the question.

“No…well not really. I guess I played a little when I was
in school, but it wasn’t really ’sex’.”

Ray stood Brady at the edge of the bed and began unbuttoning
Brady’s 501’s. Brady was caught off guard. “Hey Ray, what are
you doing?”

“You’ll see,” Ray answered. Brady knew what this was lead-
ing up to but somehow he was willing to relax and enjoy the
moment. He was not afraid of what was going on probably because
he knew that Ray would never hurt him. He trusted Ray and that’s
all that mattered to him at this point.

As Ray began to pull Brady’s tight fitting 501’s down the
massive legs, Brady removed the tight T-shirt that he was wearing
and tossed it on the floor. Ray untied Brady’s shoes and removed
them. Then he slipped the 501’s off of Brady’s legs and laid
them on the floor next to the T-shirt.

Brady’s cock had started to get hard while Ray removed the
501’s. It was just hard enough to push out firmly on Brady’s
white briefs. Ray could even see the outline of Brady’s cockhead
through the soft cotton material. Ray reached up and cupped
Brady’s basket in his hand and massaged his balls and cock
through the soft material. Brady looked down to watch Ray mas-
saging and squeezing his balls and cock through the briefs. “Oh
that feels good.” Brady whispered in a low voice.

Then Ray reached up and took a hold of the elastic waistband
and slowly pulled Brady’s briefs down. Brady’s cock bounced up
hard and throbbing as Ray pulled the briefs past it and released
it from it’s white cotton barrier. Ray continued to pull Brady’s
briefs down to his ankles, and Brady lifted his legs out of them.

“Brady, lay back on the bed, face down and make yourself
comfortable, I’m going to give you a really good massage.”

There was a sense of confusion in Brady’s face. He somehow
was expecting Ray to begin pawing at his cock, which was getting
harder in anticipation. Brady laid face down on the bed. It was
difficult for him to situate his hard cock so that he could lay
comfortably. Ray reached into the bedstand and took out a bottle
of massaging oil.

Ray began pouring the oil onto Brady’s back. As Ray began
rubbing the oil into the beautiful skin, Brady moaned sighs of
delight. Ray massaged Brady’s back and then his muscular legs.
Ray had never seen legs so well developed before. Then Ray began
massaging Brady’s cute bulbous ass. The oil dripped down between
the crack and Brady could feel Ray’s hands as they massaged down
the crack as if trying to catch the drops of oil. “Spread your
legs a little Brady,” Ray spoke softly, almost in a whisper.

Brady spread his legs just wide enough for Ray to reach down
between them and massage the bottom of his balls. “Oh, that
feels great Ray.” Brady was totally relaxed now and really
enjoying the massage.

“Ok, you hot looking dude, turn over so I can massage your
front side.”

Brady lazily turned over on his back, face up. His cock had
gotten flaccid, but was still firm enough to stand at a half
erect state. Brady looked down to watch as Ray poured more
massage oil onto his chest and legs. Then Ray began massaging
Brady’s chest and pecs and arms. Brady continued to moan his
sighs of approval as Ray masterfully kneaded Brady’s beautiful
well-developed muscles.

As Ray began to massage Brady’s abdomen and inch closer to
Brady’s pubic hair line, he noticed that there was obvious antic-
ipation, as Brady’s cock began to get fully hard again. In
seconds, Brady’s cock was standing up hard, erect, and throbbing.
Brady’s cockhead was so hard from the excitement that it was
almost purple. The skin around it was pulled tight. Ray contin-
ued to massage Brady’s abdomen, then he slowly worked his way
down to the base of Brady’s giant, hard cock. As Ray teased with
the pubic area around the base of Brady’s cock, he could see a
few drops of clear pre-cum emerge from the crown of Brady’s
cockhead. The drops of liquid gently ran down the cockhead and
then ran down the long, throbbing shaft of Brady’s cock.

Ray then moved his attention to Brady’s firm balls. He
poured a few drops of lubricant onto Brady’s balls and then began
to massage them gently. As Ray kneaded and tugged at Brady’s
balls, it caused his cock to bounce about in response. Brady
clasped both of his hands together and put them behind his head.
He was obviously enjoying this part of the massage best of all.

Soon Ray began to massage Brady’s muscular thighs and power-
ful legs. Brady sighed a deep breath of relief. He realized
that he was actually hoping that Ray would get on with the busi-
ness of massaging his aching cock. Ray continued to tease the
hunky man by moving his attention back up Brady’s legs and
slightly caress his balls and the base of his cock. Then he
would move his massaging hands back down Brady’s legs.

After fifteen minutes of this teasing massage, Brady began
to relax and enjoy the feeling that his body was experiencing.
Brady knew he was in “good hands” literally. Finally Ray moved
his hands back to the base of Brady’s hard, throbbing cock, but
this time instead of going back down Brady’s legs, Ray began to
slowly inch his way up Brady’s cock shaft.

The sensations sent chills up Brady’s back and he opened his
eyes and looked down to watch Ray as he began to massage the huge
throbbing cock. “Oh, my god, that feels fantastic.” Brady
moaned. The diameter of Brady’s hard cock was so big around that
Ray could hardly place his fist completely around it.

“Oh Brady, you can’t imagine how long I’ve wanted to do this
to you. I’ve fantasized about this moment for years. Hoping I’d
get the chance to really give you the most exciting pleasure
you’ve ever experienced.”

Ray dripped more oil onto Brady’s dick as he continued to
slowly stroke up and down the shaft. “Oh, wait, stop you’re
getting me too close.” Ray moved his stroking attention down to
Brady’s nice, firm balls to give Brady’s dick a chance to cool
down a bit. Ray didn’t want Brady to cum too soon. He wanted
Brady to enjoy this for a nice long time.

After about a minute Ray gripped Brady’s cock again and
began the stroking action that almost sent Brady over the edge.
“I’m really gonna make your big cock feel good Brady,” Ray whis-
pered. “How does it feel to have another man whippin’ on your
big hard dick Brady?”

“Oh, Ray, it feels great, but you’d better stop or I’m gonna
shoot real soon man,” Brady answered in a breathless voice.

Ray continued working on Brady’s big dick, stroking the
good-looking dude almost to an orgasm then moving his attention
the Brady’s balls. Brady was squirming from side to side as Ray
stroked him closer and closer to the explosion point. “Oh,
Brady, look at your big cock gettin’ creamed man.” Brady looked
down at his dick as Ray pumped it at a nice even pace.

Soon Brady’s body began to writhe on the bed as his climax
was too close to stop. “Alright Brady, shoot it for me man.
Shoot that hot load of cum man. Let me pump that hot juice outa
your big dick man.” Ray began pumping Brady’s cock at a furious
pace as Brady began to moan and then scream in ecstasy. Brady’s
cock began to shoot his hot thick cum out. The first shot of
Brady’s cum hit Ray’s chest. The ecstatic sensations sent
Brady’s body into spasms of delight as Ray continued to pump the
hot, white cum out of Brady’s throbbing cock.

The ecstasy lasted at least fifteen minutes. When the
sensations died down Brady breathed a sigh of relief. “Whew,
that was great Ray,” Brady said in an exhausted voice.

“Are you ready for another session dude?” Ray asked.

“Oh, I don’t think so, not just yet,” Brady answered.

“‘Not just yet’? Does that mean you’d be willing to do it
again sometime?”

“Well, Yeah, I guess I’d let you do that again…do I need
to make an appointment?”

“You have an open appointment Brady. I really enjoyed doing
that to you as much as you enjoyed it.”

Brady and Ray rested for several minutes, then Ray suggested
that they both go take a shower and clean up. Brady agreed.
“Hey you didn’t cum yet. I think we’d better do something about
that,” Brady said as the two stepped into the shower.

“That sounds like a great idea to me,” Ray said, grinning.
“You can work on my dick and I’ll give your cock another pumping
just to make sure we got it all out. OK?”

“Sounds like a deal to me,” Brady said, returning the grin.

No, last night wasn’t the night, but you don’t rush the good things in
life.

You are built larger, heavier, than me. I love that. Underneath you
are soft, cuddly, shy. You took me in your arms as we kissed and held me
firmly, but gently. It was you, you who had never made love to anyone
before, that took my shirt off and began kissing my breasts. No woman
has ever been able to get the response that you did. Slowly you kissed,
and licked, and sucked until I almost came from that stimulation alone.
Your soft strong hands took the time to to stroke and explore, caress
and knead my body.

Finally you rolled me over on top of you and took your shirt off, offering
yourself to me. The feel of your skin against mine was better than I could have ever have imagined. Breasts were against breasts, nipples teasing nipples.
I ran my hands through your thick cropped hair as I kissed your neck,
wondering if I would get to run them through your other hair. I began
working on your neck and shoulders, kissing, licking, and occasionally
bitting. (Were you ever able to explain that hickey to your mom?) It was
so hard not to rush to get to your breasts so you could feel what I felt.
I traced the inside of your arm down to your hand and sucked on each finger.

Corey probably could have been in the movies if he had the
drive or the inclination. For he certainly had the looks and the
body. He certainly was happy the way things were.

“I’m doing all right,” he always said with a grin like a
toothpaste commercial. “I’m all right at what I’m doing.”

Yes, Corey had it made. He had just turned twenty and had a
face that could turn crowds. His hair was lemon blond with
golden highlights, and he wore it forward and let the curly locks
fall where they may. He had the type of hair that always looked
sexy. When it needed trimming, he cut it himself.

“I do a better job than these trained sissies,” he always
said, and he always did.

Corey had lucky skin. He always had a suntanned look. No
matter what he ate or drank, he never broke out. “I never had a
pimple in my life,” he would say and quickly add, “and I’m just
plain addicted to cokes.”

Corey’s eyes were bright and belied his actual intelligence.
They looked either an intense green or a vivid blue, depending on
what he was wearing. When he wasn’t wearing anything, which was
often, they were sort of a light aquamarine.

Corey’s teeth were light, even and very strong. Sometimes
he would show off by uncapping coke bottles with them. The only
imperfect thing about his face was his nose which was broken. At
the age of ten, he had fallen off the back of a hay wagon and
nobody had bothered to have it reset. Still it was a good nose,
a sexy nose that complemented the perfect features of his face.
It crinkled easy when he laughed and was spattered with a sprin-
kling of small red freckles.

Corey would have looked a bit like the painting of Michael
the Archangel if it hadn’t been for the strength and the struc-
ture of his jawline and chin. It was a powerful feature and
hardened his otherwise angel-like face.

“It’s the only thing I got from my father,” he always said,
and it was. His beautiful handsome face topped one of the most
perfect bodies I’ve ever seen in New York City, in or out of the
gym.

“I don’t believe in exercise,” he would boast. “I just
screw — that’s why.” It was quite a way to grow.

His neck was muscular and topped off a torso that seemed
chiseled out of golden marble. He had what is called a washboard
stomach, flat and ridged with muscles. His buttocks were high
and indented on each side like a dancer’s. His thighs were
sinuous and his knees wicked. His calves were perfect. They
were all covered with mist-fine, tiny, blond hairs.

Corey walked slightly bow-legged, generally with his thumbs
hooked in his belt loops and his pelvis thrust forward as if he
were proud of what he had in his pants. He was. It almost
seemed sinful for the handsome boy to be also well hung, and well
hung he was.

There was a blond trail of soft hair under his navel that
led the way to a beautiful piece of meat. “It’s pretty, all
right,” he would say. “I wouldn’t part with it for the world.”
He didn’t have to. The world — that is, the buying world –
came to him. It was a perfect cock; pink, fat and fleshy. When
soft, it was five inches long; when it got hard, it measured
nearly ten inches of straight fat meat. The head of his cock was
larger than the width of the shaft and was an intense pink color.
His balls were huge and prompted a trick to remark that they
looked like a couple of door knobs in a chamois bag.

Corey never wore undies. “When you got it, flaunt it,” he
said. He had it all right.

Corey’s dress or uniform was most often a pair of tight
wheat jeans, brown leather boots and a light blue or yellow torso
T-shirt and a wheat denim jacket. Corey always wore a bandana of
blue or red or green loosely around his neck. “It adds a bit of
class,” he would tell his hustling cohorts.

Corey averaged generally two or three hundred dollars a
week, depending upon his mood and the generosity of his tricks.
And out of that he only spent seventy-five dollars to pay for his
hotel, meals, movies and other minor needs. The rest he socked
into the bank. “You ain’t going to catch me broke at thirty,” he
would say. “I’m building me a real nest egg.” And he would show
his fellow hustlers his savings account book, which as of this
day contained nine thousand one hundred and twenty-five dollars
and seventy-two cents. And he had only been hustling about
eighteen months.

Corey had come to New York City from a small college town in
West Virginia in April. Corey’s dad had been a miner, a drinking
one. He had been killed in a mining accident when Corey was
three. Corey’s mother, Bell, didn’t mind much because the old
man had been a prick of misery to live with. She just kept on
having children by various miners and collected her welfare
checks.

Her days were spent in front of the TV and her nights in the
United Mine Workers’ Club, Local 328. The eight kids didn’t cost
much to feed or clothe, and she had plenty left over out of the
checks to buy herself new Saturday night pretties from Montgomery
Ward’s to tempt the miners. She had a good figure, when she
wasn’t pregnant, and large breasts. And a not unattractive face.

She wore a dyed red page boy — her trademark during the
various fashion changes of hair. “When a body knows what looks
good on them, they keep it,” she always said. She was also
partial to open-toed silver shoes. They go with everything in
the evening, like Paris perfume. “It makes you feel like a real
class ass,” she said. She didn’t take too much notice of her
children nor they of her. Corey’s older sister Karen ran the
household as she had done since she was eight. Karen and Bell
rarely spoke. They went their separate ways.

Corey was the oldest boy and had worked hard since he was
six. First as a newspaper boy, then a delivery boy and later, at
the age of sixteen, he quit school and went to work with a con-
struction company.

He never had to go into the service. His mother, Bell,
claimed he was the sole supporter of her and the other seven
children. Corey’s life was pretty dull in West Virginia when he
wasn’t going to college. He was excluded by the bouncing group
of young people who ran around the town. His recreation consist-
ed of TV, pool and an occasional drive-in movie.

Corey wasn’t particularly interested in dating girls or
making friends. He was a loner, and he liked it that way. When
Corey turned eighteen, he began to get into the local college
hangout called The Cellar. It wasn’t until this time that he
began to realize that he was good looking.

Chic young college girls would ask him to dance. College
boys in tweeds eyed Corey outright and Corey was quite a contrast
to the pale college types. Corey always seemed to have a suntan
and his casual clothes appealed to the college girls.

About this time, Corey also met several young men at the bar
looking at him with more interest than usual. They were an
attractive group of boys. They always seemed to be together.
They laughed a lot and drank a lot and paid a lot of attention to
him. They were all sharply dressed.

One of them was better dressed than the others. His name
was B. J. Harrigan. He was a senior English major. BJ was tall,
dark and very handsome in sort of a Tyrone Power manner. BJ
always talked to Corey when he had the chance and would buy him
beers. Corey liked his company. He was a sharp guy, witty and
worldly-wise, and he was from New York City, which seemed an
enchanted place to be from to Corey.

One hot night in April Corey went to The Cellar and ran into
BJ who had been obviously drinking a bit.

“How’re you doing, kid?” greeted BJ.

“Fine,” replied Corey, “just fine.” BJ patted him on the
back.

“Let’s get a table, Corey,” said BJ. And he led him off to
a far off table which was covered with a red and white checked
table cloth. Ordinarily these tables were filled with young
couples drinking beer. It was a hot night, and they seem to have
foregone the heat of The Cellar for a swim in the lake. BJ got
the beer and settled down to talk.

BJ talked about what he was going to do after graduation in
New York City. And then he asked Corey what his plans were.

“I didn’t ask,” said Corey.

“Okay. Do you want to go to New York City? With your face
and body, you’d make a mint.”

“How?” asked Corey.

“Sell it, baby. Sell it,” said BJ.

“Sell what?” said Corey.

“Oh come on” said BJ. “What you’ve got in your pants.
You’ve got something down there, don’t you?”

“Sure I do,” said Corey. “I’m pretty well set up, at least
from what I’ve seen around the dressing rooms of the pool.”

“Oh yeh?” said BJ. “How set up? I mean hard? I can see
you have a pretty well stuffed crotch.”

“I don’t know. I never measured it,” said Corey.

“You should, baby. You should,” said BJ, and he slipped his
hand under the table and squeezed Corey’s thigh.

Corey felt a moment of excitement pulse through his body at
BJ’s touch. He shuddered slightly and took a long drink of his
beer.

BJ didn’t remove his hand but watched Corey steadily for a
sign of an adverse reaction. There was none. With his other
hand, he drained his beer, and then from the inside of his jack-
et, he pulled out a flask.

“Want a boiler maker?” said BJ.

“Sure,” said Corey. “Why not.”

BJ poured a stiff bourbon into an extra glass and replaced
the flask. All this time his hand still remained on Corey’s
thigh. He pushed the glass towards Corey. Corey took a drink
and choked and grabbed his beer and drank it. His eyes were
teary and he blinked.

“Wow! Did you make that yourself?” he said.

“Hell, baby,” said BJ. “You’re just not used to the good
stuff.” And he squeezed the muscular flesh of Corey’s thigh.
They continued drinking and BJ’s fingers trailed up and down
Corey’s leg. Corey didn’t try to move away or say anything.

Finally after the third or fourth drink, BJ allowed his
fingers to crawl upwards to Corey’s well-stuffed crotch. Corey
didn’t flinch, but leaned back and spread his legs farther apart.
BJ could feel he wasn’t wearing any underwear. He ran his fin-
gers over the large balls under the shaft of Corey’s cock. He
could feel the cock stiffen slightly. BJ was beginning to get
very excited.

He looked around the bar cautiously, and nobody was paying
any attention to them, and the table cloth was long enough to
hide his actions. He took another long swallow of booze and
deftly unzipped Corey’s fly.

Corey’s fat cock fell out into his waiting hand. It was so
hot to the touch, so velvety smooth that BJ gasped. He squeezed
it for a moment.

“Baby, you could make a million off of this.” he said.

He forced both of Corey’s tight balls from the constrictions
of his tight pants and began playing with them.

“Hot damn!” said BJ. “They feel full of hot come.”

“I haven’t jacked off for more than two weeks,” said Corey.
“I just don’t dig it anymore.”

“Oh yeh?” said BJ. “I’ve got an idea. Let’s go for a ride.
I think I could do something for you you’d like better than
jacking off.”

“Okay,” said Corey. “I’m game.” And he stuffed his cock
back into his pants.

They drained their beers and left. On their way out one of
BJ’s friends at the bar called out, “That’s the way to go, Betty
Jane.”

Corey looked at BJ and said, “What did he mean?”

“Nothing, baby. Nothing. She’s just jealous.”

They walked up the steps towards the sticky hot night air.
On the way up the steps, BJ watched Corey’s ass. It was beauti-
ful, young and muscular and nearly busting out of his tight wheat
jeans. They were so tight that his backside looked almost naked
in the dim light of the stairwell. BJ was so aroused that he bit
Corey lightly on the ass and muttered to himself, “Man, that’s
the eatingest stuff!”

The air was warm but refreshing. Corey stretched his body
and sucked in the night air.

“It’s good to get some fresh air after all that smoke.
Where’s your car?”

“Over there,” said BJ, pointing to a bright red MG of the
classic design.

Corey hopped over a parking meter and jumped into the car.

“Hey, I like this model,” he said.

BJ slipped behind the wheel and they zoomed off into the
night.

“Don’t talk,” said BJ. “Just drink.” He handed him the
flask which was still half full.

They drove for about twenty minutes through the hilly West
Virginia countryside. Finally BJ turned off the blacktop road to
a side dirt road that finally ended in a large field of daisies.
BJ drove right into the center of the field.

The moon was in its third quarter and shone brightly in the
mountains. The daisies in the field picked up the moonlight and
seemed to give off a glow of their own. BJ turned to Corey and
looked at him hungrily.

“Okay, baby. I’m going to give you the suck job of your
life.”

“Well,” Corey said, “I’m game if you are.”

BJ started unbuttoning Corey’s shirt. His hand felt the
strong pectoral muscles. He ran his fingers back and forth over
Corey’s nipples. They began to get hard. He helped him out of
his shirt, and then he knelt down and pulled off Corey’s shoes
and socks.

He unhooked Corey’s belt buckle and unzipped his pants and
pulled him out of his pants.

“My God!” said BJ. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a
gorgeous body or piece of meat.”

BJ got on the floor of the small cramped car and put his
mouth on the head of Corey’s cock. Corey grinned and grabbed BJ
by the head and pushed him all the way down on it. He never had
been sucked before, but he took to it like a fish takes to water.
BJ sucked wildly on Corey’s hot cock which was throbbing in his
mouth so much that he thought it was going to shake out his
brains.

BJ sucked wildly up and down on the stiff cock and then he
pulled his mouth off and began running his tongue over the cock
and down Corey’s balls. He managed to stuff both the balls in
his mouth and began sucking on them. Corey leaned back and was
groaning loudly.

“Get up on the back of the car,” said BJ.

Corey did. He got up on the back of the car with his legs
spread apart. BJ knelt on the car seat. He continued sucking on
Corey’s balls.

“Spread your legs apart wider and lie back,” BJ said.

Corey lay back across the back of the car and spread his
legs as far apart as he could. BJ put his hands under Corey’s
legs and lifted his legs slightly in the air. Then he put his
mouth to Corey’s asshole and began to suck on it. He ran his
tongue in and out of Corey’s hot asshole.

“That’s great, baby. That’s great. Do it some more. Do it
deeper.” Corey raved on.

BJ plunged his tongue up as far as it could go. In and out.
In and out of the soft juicy asshole. BJ ate his ass for about
twenty minutes. Corey thought he was going to go out of his mind
with passion. Several times he had to sort of squeeze his cock
because he was afraid it was going to come.

Finally BJ said, “Stand up.”

Corey stood up on the back of the car and BJ knelt on his
knees in front of him and began sucking on his cock wildly. He
pulled off.

“Turn around,” BJ said. Corey turned around, and BJ ran his
tongue up the back of his leg to his ass. “Bend over, baby.
Bend over and pull your cheeks apart.” Corey did and BJ started
eating his ass again.

BJ liked to eat ass as much as he liked to fuck. Corey was
moaning loudly as BJ ran his tongue in and out of his ass, and he
pulled his cheeks farther apart. BJ crawled between Corey’s legs
and began to such his hot tool once again.

Corey grabbed BJ by the back of his head and fucked his
mouth wildly, forcing his ten inches down BJ’s throat. BJ pulled
Corey down to his knees as he lay back on the trunk of the car.
BJ spit on his hands and stuck a finger into Corey’s asshole.

Corey grunted, but liked the feel of the finger in his ass,
keeping the same rhythm as his cock, thrusting his rod into BJ’s
ravenous mouth. With his other hand, BJ unzipped his own fly and
began to jerk himself off as he sucked Corey.

He could feel the head of Corey’s cock swelling inside of
his mouth, and he knew that Corey was getting ready to come.

Corey cried, “I’m going to come. I’m going to come. I’m
going to…..”

Suddenly Corey’s whole body stiffened as he unleashed great
jets of his come into BJ’s mouth. BJ groaned and worked on his
own prick. He began shooting as he drank Corey’s hot semen. It
didn’t seem to end. BJ had never sucked off anyone who had shot
as much before.

His foot hit the horn of the car which began blowing as BJ
swallowed the last drop of Corey’s cream. Corey was panting and
beads of perspiration were dripping off his chest onto BJ’s face.
He moved off BJ and lay back on the trunk of the car. “My God!
That felt great, BJ!” Corey exclaimed.

“Beat’s jacking off, doesn’t it?” BJ smiled, and he gave
Corey a cigarette.

“It sure does,” said Corey.

The two of them lay there smoking their cigarettes for
awhile.

Finally BJ said, “This is the first time anything happened
to you like this, Corey?”

“Yes,” Corey replied, “it is.”

“Jesus,” said BJ. “I don’t know whether to feel crummy or
not.”

“Don’t,” said Corey. “You fuck great. Just great.”

“I’d like to give you something,” said BJ.

“Why,” said Corey, puzzled.

“Because you gave me something. Hey, you’re not wearing a
watch. Do you own one?”

“No,” said Corey.

“Well, here. Take mine. I insist. It’s a very good one.
Cost my dad a hundred fifty bucks.” Corey hesitated. “Come on.
Take it.” And he handed it to him.

Corey took it. It was a magnificent watch. Corey never had
anything so nice. He put it on and held it up and admired it.

“Thanks, BJ. I’ll always keep this.”

“Don’t thank me, kid. I thank you. You know, Corey, I was
serious about what I said before. You could make a million in
New York City.”

“How do you mean?”

“Just do what you did for me. Just lay back.”

“And,” said Corey.

“And guys would pay you very well.”

“Yeh? They would?” said Corey.

“Sure they would. You got a great face, a beautiful body
and a tremendous piece of meat.”

“Well, I’ll think about it,” said Corey. And they both got
dressed.

BJ started up the car, and they drove away, away from the
field of daisies, the moonlight and innocence.

*****

Corey did think about it. First he had to get out of West
Virginia and secondly, he felt he could make a go of it because
he was everything BJ said he was. He was handsome, he was built,
and he was well hung. In fact, he enjoyed being fucked.

Another month passed. Corey saw BJ regularly. Each time it
was exciting to him, and each time BJ gave him a present. Some-
thing Corey wanted but could never buy for himself. Then May
came and BJ graduated and Corey was once again alone. Summer
came and passed uneventfully.

Corey spent as much time away from home as possible. From
the beginning of September, Corey had gone to the local swimming
pool, his usual weekend hangout. He didn’t like the lake. He
like to see where he was swimming.

It was late afternoon and he had fallen asleep on one of the
lounges. Everybody had gone. Corey was the last person there,
but he didn’t know it. He had fallen asleep. He had gotten a
golden tan. His pair of white tight swim trunks emphasized his
beautiful body and fallen basket.

He lay sleeping lightly. He was not aware that he was being
watched by the lifeguard, Rick. He was a handsome Italian boy.
His thick black hair and very, very dark tan and very bright blue
eyes made him strikingly handsome.

Rick had been watching Corey for some time. He’d noticed
him before. Rick was muscular and looked very straight. He
couldn’t help noticing Corey’s large basket, and he was wondering
what it would be like to suck him off.

Rick got up from watching Corey and walked toward him. He
admired Corey’s beautiful body. He couldn’t take his eyes off
the bulging crotch. As he approached Corey he allowed his hand
to brush lightly across Corey’s crotch. Corey’s cock bounced
inside his trunks and he stirred slightly in his sleep. Rick was
determined to have Corey before the afternoon was out.

“Hey,” he said, “wake up.”

“What…huh?” Corey said, and slowly opened his eyes. He
smiled and said, “Have I slept past closing time?”

Rick smiled back and said, “just about. You’re the only one
here except me.”

Corey got up and stretched, and as he did, his white swim
trunks pulled off slightly over his buttocks, and Rick could see
the fine blonde hairs that trailed down Corey’s ass.

“Are you in a hurry?” said Rick.

“No, I’m not,” said Corey. “I don’t have any place to go.”

“Why don’t you give me a hand in closing up, and I’ll take
you for a beer afterwards.”

“Fine,” said Corey.

Corey and Rick locked up the place, put the chains across
the fences and straightened up all the deck chairs.

“You feel like a shower?” said Rick.

“Sure,” said Corey. “I feel sort of sticky. I guess I’ll
take one.”

They went into the men’s shower room. Corey was out of his
tight pants in no time. Rick almost gasped when he say Corey’s
free-hanging large cock. Rick stepped out of his own trunks. He
was very well built too. He had a fine muscular tan body, small
tight attractive ass and a rather fat uncircumcised piece of
meat.

Rick couldn’t contain himself and started to get an erection
and turned away from Corey and pretended that he was beginning to
soap himself up. Corey smiled to himself. He knew he was making
Rick very nervous. And he began to run the water and began to
elaborately soap his own body. He ran his hand all over his own
body and got it covered with soap and then he began to soap his
cock. He could see Rick watching him.

As he continued soaping it, his cock started to get hard.
It was starting to stick out stiff and Rick was beginning to
breath heavy. Corey stepped under the shower and washed off all
the soap. He turned his back to Rick to tease him a little bit
more. He could hear Rick breathing heavily. His cock was just
about fully hard now, and he turned around and revealed himself
to Rick.

Rick gasped at the sight of his stiff ten inches and immedi-
ately fell to his knees and began sucking it. Rick tried to
force the entire thing into his mouth but he just couldn’t take
it, and he choked and pulled off for a minute. He looked up at
Corey with tearing eyes.

“My God! That’s the biggest cock I’ve ever seen!” he said.

Corey said, “You like it? Suck on it some more.”

Rick ran his tongue back and forth across Corey’s cock.
Corey made his cock twitch and jump in mid-air.

Rick worked his tongue rapidly up and down Corey’s giant
shaft and began to circle the huge pink head of it with his
tongue. A drop of glistening liquid appeared in the hole of
Corey’s cockhead. Rick lapped on it and began to run his tongue
back and forth across the cockhole.

Corey stared down at the handsome fellow and watched the
frantic movements.

He ran his tongue under Corey’s cock and onto Corey’s balls.
He lapped at Corey’s balls like a thirsty dog, and he began to
run his tongue under the balls.

Rick lay down on the tile floor oblivious to the running
water and said to Corey, “Sit on my face.”

Corey squatted over Rick’s face so that Rick could tongue
fuck his ass. Corey rolled his ass in a circular motion as Rick,
panting, ran his wet, hard tongue as far up Corey’s ass as he
could get it.

Rick said, “Jack yourself off while I eat your asshole.”

“Okay,” said Corey.

Corey was hot as an August sun and in no time at all he felt
the come begin to make its way towards its destination.

“I’m going to come,” said Corey. “You want to take it?”

“Come in your hand,” said Rick and continued sucking Corey’s
ass.

Corey cupped his hand as his giant cock began to spurt
cream. His large hand filled up with the juice and overflowed a
bit. Rick scooted around to the front of Corey and said, “Let me
eat it out of your hand.”

“Okay,” said Corey. “It’s all yours.”

Rick now fell on his knees and lapped Corey’s hot come out
of his hand. Rick finished and licked off Corey’s fingers until
there wasn’t a drop of juice left.

“Man, that was tasty stuff,” said Rick to Corey. “It was a
real hot juicy load. I hope you let me eat you often.”

“Sure,” said Corey, “any time you want.”

Rick said, “Will you sit on my face again while I jack
myself off? I’m so hot I can’t stand it.”

“Sure,” said Corey.

Rick laid out on the floor again and Corey sat over his
face, and while Rick ate his ass, he jacked himself off. Rick
came in no time. Just as he shot, he rammed his whole face into
Corey’s ass and gave Corey’s asshole a slight, tender little bit.

“Jesus,” said Rick, “I feel better. Let’s continue our
shower.”

Both boys showered. Rick dried off Corey’s back for him and
they got dressed. Corey noticed the gold chain that Rick was
wearing around his neck.

“What’s that for?” he asked.

“That’s my zodiac sign,” said Rick. “I’m Aries, the ram.”

“Oh yeah,” said Corey.

“When were you born?” asked Rick.

“April 9th,” said Corey.

“Hey, you’re a ram too. Figures. Hey, I’ll tell you what.
I’ll give you this for a present for letting me have your cock.”

Rick took the gold chain off and put it around Corey’s neck.

“Thanks,” said Corey. “Thanks a lot for the chain. I
really like it. I’ve never had anything like this.”

Rick said, “Do you need a lift into town? I’ve got my motor
scooter here.”

Corey said, “Sure. I’d appreciate it if you’d drop me off.”

The two boys hopped on the motor scooter and sped into town.
Rick dropped Corey off at the corner of the main street.

“Thanks for the chain,” said Corey again. “I’ll see you
around.”

“Sure,” said Rick, “Any time. It was my pleasure,” and he
sped off.

It was a nice evening and Corey decided to walk home instead
of taking the bus. He got into the house around seven o’clock.
He was very tired from the sun and from his activity in the
shower. He went to the refrigerator and poured himself a glass
of orange juice and then he made himself a peanut butter and dill
pickle sandwich.

After Corey ate his peanut butter sandwich and drank his
orange juice, he went upstairs to his attic room for a nap. It
was clouding up outside. It looked like they were going to have
a summer rain. Cool breezes began to flow through the attic room
which was generally very hot.

Corey took off his clothes and laid down on his bed naked
except for the medal that was around his neck. He looked at it
once again and he got up, went over to the dresser and opened up
a cigar box in which he kept several of his favorite possessions.

In there was the watch that BJ had given him, a pair of cuff
links and a ring, all gifts from BJ. He took the medal off and
dropped it into the cigar box and went back to the bed and laid
down again.

Cool air was rushing through the room, and it was comfort-
able lying there as the air caressed his beautiful body.

Corey’s tan was a deep, golden brown and the line of his
bathing suit emphasized the largeness of his cock. He ran his
hand down over his body and played with his cock a little while.
He thought about what had just happened to him and how much he
had enjoyed it. He also thought about going to New York City.

He stood up again and went over to the broken full length
mirror beside his bed. He examined his face and body in the
mirror. He could make it as a hustler, he thought to himself,
and he made up his mind then and there to go to New York City.

Corey had saved about ninety dollars out of his money, and
he figured that was probably enough to get him there.

He laid back down on the bed thinking about New York City
and dropped off to a sound sleep.

That Friday after pay day he took thirty more dollars and
added it to his New York City kitty. It now came to one hundred
and twenty dollars. He put the rest in an envelope and sealed
it. Everybody in the house was out. It was the perfect time for
him to leave. He had no feeling of connection for the rest of
his family except perhaps for his older sister.

He wrote a note on the envelope saying, “I’m going to New
York City. I’ll write soon. Corey.”

He packed a few clothes in a small leather suitcase that BJ
had given him and then he rolled his money in a handkerchief and
pinned it inside of his shirt and walked out the door, never
looking back.

He headed for the north bound highway. He decided to hitch-
hike to New York City to save money. He got a ride in about
fifteen minutes. An elderly couple picked him up and took him as
far as the north side of Pittsburgh. After getting out and
thanking the couple for the ride, he crossed the highway to a
filling station and treated himself to a coke. After he drank
his coke he asked the filling station attendant if he could use
the rest room.

He went and peed, washed off his face and went back out. He
asked the young attendant which is the best direction to go to
New York City. The attendant pointed to a northbound highway and
Corey got down, sat on his suitcase and waited.

He didn’t wait long until a long, white Eldorado pulled up.
Inside were two guys in their thirties.

“Hi! Jump in,” said the one nearest Corey. “Where are you
headed?”

“I’m trying to get to New York City,” explained Corey.

“Great,” said the guy. “We’re going as far as New Jersey.”

Corey got in. Both the men were fairly attractive and they
gave Corey an appreciative look.

“My name’s Eric,” said the driver. “This is my friend
Danny. We both live in New Jersey. We’ve been visiting my
parents.”

“My name’s Corey,” said Corey, “and I’m going to New York
City to work.”

“Oh,” said Danny. “What do you work at?”

“Nothing yet,” said Corey, “but I think I can get a job
doing something.”

Danny nudged Eric and winked at him and said, “I’m sure
you’ll make out.”

The three of them drove along for about two hours swapping
jokes, smoking, and skirting the subject of sex.

“You hungry, Corey?” asked Eric.

“Sort of,” said Corey.

“We’ll turn off at the next Howard Johnsons.”

They drove for about a half hour more, and they turned off
the Pennsylvania Turnpike to one of the Howard Johnson’s restau-
rants. They went inside and had a hamburger and a cup of coffee.
It was about ten o’clock in the evening.

As they started to go, Eric grabbed Corey’s check and said,
“No, that’s okay. It’s on me. You’ll need all the money you can
get when you get to New York.”

When they got back to the car they decided to put the top
up. Corey got back in the back and stretched out. Driving
always tired him out. He closed his eyes for a moment and was
soon fast asleep.

Eric looked over at his sleeping and noticed for the first
time how really big Corey’s basket was. He nudged his friend
Danny and said, “Take a glance back there and I’ll hold the wheel
for you. It looks like he’s got a real piece of meat on him,
this kid.”

Danny looked back and said, “Wow. I’d love to suck on
that.”

Eric says, “I think he can be had. What say I give it a
go?”

“Okay, baby. It’s your funeral if he starts a fight.”

They let Corey sleep for about half an hour. As he was
sleeping, Eric ran his hand back and forth over Corey’s leg, not
quite daring to feel his basket. He noticed that his cock was
jumping in his pants every time he came close to it with his
hand.

Finally, Eric let his hand grope Corey’s crotch. He felt it
and rubbed his hand back and forth over it as Corey opened his
eyes and smiled at him.

“You want some of this?” said Corey, and he began to undo
his pants.

Corey unzipped his pants and pulled them down so that his
cock flopped free and also released his balls.

“Jesus,” said Eric.

Danny glanced back and almost wrecked the car.

Eric crawled in the back and helped Corey out of his pants.
Corey laid back and Eric started running his tongue across
Corey’s chest sucking on the chest hairs. Then he ran his tongue
down toward his navel.

He French-kissed his navel for a while and then kissed him
all over his stomach and crotch, finally letting his mouth down
on the end of it and began to suck on it hungrily.

Danny was watching the whole business in the mirror while he
was driving, and he was getting hotter and hotter.

They approached a truck stop, and he pulled off the road,
and he too climbed in the back. They got Corey up on his knees
and, while Eric was sucking on Corey’s cock, Danny was on the
floor with his face in Corey’s ass rimming him.

They were both sucking at him like mad and groping each
other while they were doing it.

Corey spread his legs, and both of them put their mouths on
one of his balls and began to each suck one. Eric pulled off of
Corey’s balls and began sucking him again. They took turns
sucking him.

Corey said, “I’m coming close to coming,” just as Danny was
now on him.

All of a sudden the whole back of the car shook and Corey
shot his hot load into Danny’s mouth. Danny gobbled at it and
let it fill his mouth, but he didn’t swallow it. He held it in
his mouth. It was quite a mouthful. Some of it dribbled out of
the corner of his mouth and he grabbed Eric and kissed him and
shared the come with Eric.

Eric French kissed Danny hungrily drinking in some of
Corey’s cum while he did it.

Corey laid back and watched them. He had never seen any-
thing like this happen before, but it didn’t turn off. The two
of them finally stopped necking and smiled at Corey.

Danny says, “Man, that’s one of the biggest cocks I’ve ever
sucked in my whole life. I’m sure you’ll do all right in New
York, kid. I don’t think you have anything to worry about
there.”

“With a piece like that, kid, you’ll make a million, a
million. If you play your cards right you’ll become one of New
York’s top hustlers in no time. I’ll tell you what. I’ll give
you a little bit of advice. Two things. Save your money and
don’t fuck back, and you’ll make a mint.”

“Thanks,” said Corey. “I’ll take your advice. I save my
money anyway, and I don’t think I’d dig sucking anybody’s cock.”

The guys got back in the front of the car and Corey got
dressed, just in time, as a truck pulled into the truck stop. It
had been blinking its lights and was followed in by a man in a
sports car.

The two guys looked at each other and winked and said, “It
must be the atmosphere of the place. I think somebody else is
going to get sucked off here too.”

Then they started the car and drove off.

It was about two-thirty in the morning when the boys reached
their destination where they had to turn off from the New Jersey
Turnpike. They stopped the car.

They said to Corey, “You’ll be able to get a bus here into
New York if you don’t get a ride. They come along about every
twenty minutes.”

“Thanks a lot,” said Corey as he got out.

One of the two reached into his pockets and pushed a twenty
dollar bill into Corey’s hand.

“Good luck,” he said. “Take this. You may need it.”

“Thanks a lot,” said Corey.

“See you around, I hope.”

And the two guys drove off.

*****

Corey waited for a few minutes and a bus approached. He
waved it down and got on.

“Does this take me into New York City?” he asked the driver.

“Sure, Mack. We get into the Port Authority Bus Station in
about forty minutes.”

Corey went to the back of the bus and sat down in one of the
available seats. He could hardly control his excitement. He was
almost in New York City.

As they were driving in, he could see the lights of the city
and all the tall buildings he had read about and seen in the
movies. He was like a small child staring out the window, almost
gasping at the sights.

He was very disappointed when they finally had to go through
the tunnel. But all of a sudden the bus drove out and they were
in the city itself.

The bus pulled into the Port Authority about three-thirty in
the morning. Corey got out with the rest of the people. He
wasn’t sure exactly where he was going but he didn’t care. He
was in New York City at last.

He walked through Port Authority, stopping to buy himself a
pack of Juicy Fruit gum and go to the rest room. He came out
into the night air.

Immediately he spotted a buy who looked like a fellow co-
hustler. He went over to the young kid and asked him where 42nd
Street was. The boy looked at him rather incredulously.

He said, “It’s up that way, man. It’s a little late to make
out.”

Corey said, “I’m not going to make out. I’m going to try to
get myself a place to stay.”

“Try the Hotel Dixie,” said the boy. “It’s not too expen-
sive and it’s right on 42nd Street.”

“Thanks,” said Corey, and he threw his bag over his shoulder
and took off.

42nd Street late in the morning is a pretty dreary sight.
These people were faggots that don’t make out, hustlers and
whores who have, and quite a few cops. But to Corey’s eyes it
was a magic street. He marveled at all the movies.

He had never seen so many movie theatres in his life before.
They only had two in West Virginia. Corey was quite a movie fan.

He walked down the street and stopped to look in the store
windows and see the jazzy clothes. He made a mental note that
he’d have to buy himself a few new things when he started making
some money.

He looked briefly into the porno shops. That sort of thing
didn’t turn him on. He was curious about how much the males got
paid for posing in the nude. He knew that he had more meat soft
than most of them had hard. He vowed that he was going to find
out and see if he could break into the business.

After strolling up and down 42nd Street for about twenty
minutes, he thought perhaps he’d better go get his hotel room.
So he went into the lobby of the Hotel Dixie.

Behind the desk was a large, tough looking blonde about
forty-five.

“What do you want, honey?” she said.

“I need a room,” said Corey.

“You got money, kid?” she said.

“Sure, I’ve got money. I brought some with me.”

“Are you new in town?” asked the woman. “You look new.”

“I just got in tonight from West Virginia,” said Corey. “A
friend of mine recommended the hotel.”

“Hmmm,” she grunted. “It couldn’t have been much of a
friend. Well, sure, kid, we’ve got rooms, plenty of rooms. I’ll
give you a good rate. You want to stay here permanent?”

“Probably, for the time being,” said Corey.

“Fine. It’s nice to have a good-looking young kid around.
You a hustler?”

“What?” said Corey.

“Come on, honey. Are you a hustler?”

Corey just looked at her.

“Well, it don’t matter if you don’t want to tell me. All I
can say is, keep your nose clean. Don’t have any trouble in the
room, and we’ll get along just fine. I hear no evil, see no evil
and speak no evil. By the way, my name is Roberta, but you can
call me Bobbie.”

“My name’s Corey.”

“Corey. Hmmm,” grunted Roberta. “That’s a catchy name.
I’ll tell you what. I’ll give you a room on the twenty-second
floor. Suit you fine?”

“Twenty-second! Jesus,” said Corey. “I don’t think I’ve
ever been up that high before.”

“Well,” said Roberta. “It’s a lot cooler up that high.
Here’s the key. Just show it to the elevator operator and he’ll
show you which direction to go to your room.”

“Thanks. Thanks a lot, Bobbie,” said Corey. “I’ll see you
tomorrow.”

“Sure, kid. Sure.”

She went back to her National Inquirer.

The elevator operator was an aged man, probably about seven-
ty-five, who insisted on wearing a Beatles’ style cheap wig. You
could see the line of grey hair in the back of his neck. It was
very obvious that it was a wig, and Corey could hardly keep from
laughing outloud.

He reached the twenty-second floor and the elevator operator
leaned out, grunted something, and pointed down the hall. Corey
assumed that that was the direction of his room. He got out,
looked around him.

It was sort of shoddy, with a jungle-like wall paper on the
walls, which was coming down in many places. Corey walked down
the hall. As he passed on room he could hear moans on the in-
side. Obviously somebody was having sex.

He listened for a minute.

He could hear the woman sighing, “Take me, fuck me, fuck
me,” and he could hear the sound of a cock going in and out of
her cunt.

It didn’t interest him, so he walked on down and found his
room, which was number 227. He put the key in the door and
opened the room. The room was small, but comfortable enough. It
had a twin bed in it,m a dresser, and a sink in the corner of the
room. It had one large window.

Corey went over to the window. It had a fairly good view.
He looked out. He got dizzy. He had never been that high before
in his life.

He looked around and noticed on the wall that there was a
sign saying the bathroom and shower were down the hall. He
decided to himself that as soon as he started making good money
he would move into a room that had a private bath.

*****

Corey was tired and hot from the ride and decided that he
needed a shower. A paper-wrapped piece of soap was lying on the
dresser. He went down the hall to find the shower.

He found the bathroom in no time. He was a little annoyed
to find a note on the door saying, “The door doesn’t lock.
Please knock before entering.”

He knocked. Nobody said anything, so he went in. The room
was empty. Corey stripped down and climbed into the shower. He
turned it on fairly hot and began to wash himself.

After he finished taking a shower, he stepped out and was
drying himself with a towel when the door opened.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” said the man.

His eyes were glued to Corey’s crotch.

Corey said, “That’s okay. They should have a lock on the
door.”

The man said, “I just have to take a quick piss. Do you
mind?”

“Go right ahead,” said Corey, and continued to dry himself.

The man went over to the john and began pissing. He was
about forty-five years old and was beginning to get bald in the
front. After he finished, he shook himself off and flushed the
john.

The man turned back and watched Corey drying himself. He
just stood there. His eyes were fixed on Corey.

Corey was rubbing his skin vigorously with a towel and
looked up and noticed the man staring at him. The man was admir-
ing Corey’s large cock.

“How would you like to get that thing sucked off?” said the
man.

Corey smiled to himself. He thought, I might as well start
off in New York on the right foot.

He said, “I only do it for money.”

The man said, “That’s okay, baby. I’ve got fifteen bucks on
me. That’s all I got. You can have that.

“Fine,” said Corey.

The man gave him the fifteen bucks and Corey put it into the
pocket of his pants that were hanging on the back of the door.

The man said to Corey, “Come over here near the door, and
keep your hand on it so that nobody comes in.”

Corey did. He stood there with his legs spread apart, with
his huge cock hanging halfway down his thigh. The man knelt
down. He took both of Corey’s balls in his hands and began to
lick them.

After he had covered Corey’s balls with moisture, he took
the half hard prick and jammed it into his mouth. He groaned as
he tasted the firm young flesh of Corey’s juicy cock.

The man began to suck on Corey, rhythmically. Corey’s cock
bounced hard in no time. Corey kept his left foot jammed against
the door in case anybody might try to get in.

The man went to Corey’s cock hungrily. He groaned as he
sucked on the big joint. His hands played with Corey’s huge
balls as his mouth worked back and forth on his joint.

Corey thought to himself that he would come quickly and get
it over with. He didn’t care too much for the man, and besides,
the man had only given him fifteen dollars. He stiffened his
legs slightly and began to concentrate on coming.

The man was a very good cock sucker. He was able to take
most of Corey’s cock in his mouth, and he was going at it like a
hungry man. The man took his head off Corey’s cock and looked at
it.

He said, “Oh, baby, what a great cock you have. I want you
to come in my mouth, come real quick. I want you to come and
shoot in my mouth, and I’m going to eat it.”

Corey said, “Fine, if that’s what you want.”

The man went back on it and started sucking wildly. Corey
tensed his muscles. He could feel the come starting to build up.
His whole cock swelled up inside the man’s mouth.

Corey grabbed the guy by the ears and said, “Take it. I’m
going to shoot. I’m going to shoot.”

Corey shot again, his second time for the night. He pumped
his cock wildly into the man’s hungry mouth. The man swallowed
his cum eagerly. He swallowed every last drop of it. He kept
sucking on Corey’s cock, trying to get more cum out of it.

“That’s all there is,” said Corey. “Ain’t no more. ”

The guy got up, brushed off his knees and smiled. He said,
“That’s the best piece of meat I’ve ever had in my life, baby.
I’d give you more than fifteen bucks, but that’s all I’ve got. I
live down in 734. Any time you want to get rid of a load and
make a few bucks, knock on my door. My name’s Ed. What yours?”

“My name is Corey.”

“Well, Corey,” said Ed, squeezing Corey’s cock, “I hope I
can have it again. And he turned and walked out the door.

Corey went over to the sink and washed off his cock and
balls. He dried himself and got dressed. He went back to his
room. He sat down on the edge of the bed and began figuring out
his money. He added the fifteen dollars that he had just make to
the hundred and twenty that he had when he left West Virginia,
and the twenty he made off the buys on the road.

That made one hundred and fifty-five dollars. And he hadn’t
spent a cent of his own money yet. He wrapped the money back up
into the handkerchief and looked around the room for a good place
to hide it.

He looked in the closet. It had been papered with oil
cloth, and at one corner the oil cloth was coming loose. Corey
stuck his money on the inside of that and figured nobody could
find that.

He went back to the bed and laid down, happy that he was in
New York and on his way to making a mint. He fell quickly
asleep.

*****

It was about two in the afternoon when Corey woke up.
“Jesus,” he said when he looked at his watch. “I slept the
entire day away.”

He quickly dressed, brushed his teeth and washed up. He got
his money out of the closet and took out five dollars and put it
back. Then he went out and got the elevator. There was a dif-
ferent man on now, a rather far, sweaty looking man.

He went down to the lobby of the hotel.

“Slept a little late, honey,” said Roberta, who was still
sitting there reading the same National Inquirer.

“Yes, I was tired.”

He told her that he would like to change rooms, that he
would like to have a better room one with a private bath. The
woman grinned.

“Well, kid,” she said. “You must be doing okay. Sure.
I’ll fix you up. I’ll fix you up in a real nice room. I’ll have
it ready for you when you get back. Going out and making a
little more money, kid?”

“No, ma’am,” said Corey. “I’m going out to relax a while.
There’s a movie down the street I’d like to see. It’s the latest
Walt Disney film.”

“Have fun, honey,” she said. “Have fun, and I’ll see you when
you get back.”

Corey walked through the door and out into the bright sun-
light. He was happy, happy with himself and happy with New York
City.

“Yes, sir,” he said. “I’m going to make it in New York
City. I’ll just remember the motto: Save money and don’t fuck
back.”

He walked down the street through the carnival-like mob of
infamous 42nd Street of New York City. He was an outstanding
looking boy in a city of handsome boy, a confident boy in a city
of indifference, an innocent boy in an atmosphere of perversion.

Corey walked on sort of aimlessly, lost in the heat of the
mob. He almost walked by the theater that was showing the Disney
film, which he anxiously wanted to see.

The man in the ticket booth smiled gingerly at Corey as he
approached.

“What time is the next show?” asked Corey.

“Well, er…it just went on twenty minutes ago. You’re a
little late. The next show starts two hours from now.”

Corey frowned and glanced up and down the block. He decided
to forget the Disney film and started towards the corner.

“Er, sir, can I suggest something? Perhaps a little relief
from the sticky weather would be nice? Er, the theater is air
conditioned,” said the man in the booth.

“Hmm, that’s true. But I hate walking in on a movie,”
replied Corey.

“Well, er, if I may be so forward, I’d like to offer you our
hospitality suite where you can sit and relax before the next
show. I, er, myself am off work in a couple of minutes and, er,
I’d be happy to engage you in a little company.”

Corey had sensed the man’s growing interest long before this
obvious pitch and enjoyed watching the man sweat under his meek
efforts.

“Well, why not? I guess I could use some relaxation.”

He and the cashier entered the theater through a side door.
They walked along a narrow hallway and stopped at a door marked
Private.

“You, er, live nearby?” asked the seemingly awkward man.

“Yes. Just in from West Virginia. My first trip to New
York. Say, thanks for the free entrance.”

The man eyed Corey’s bulge and while glaring at it, muttered
in a trance-like voice, “You can have free entrance to my theater
whenever you allow me a little free entrance to your asshole.”

Corey pretended shock and brought the poor, embarrassed man
back to his senses.

“This is your theater?”

“Yes. And, er, as a matter of fact, it’s not only that, er,
it’s a front for a male, er, whorehouse.”

It was difficult for him to say it and he gulped the last
words, looking every bit the moron.

Corey was very excited by the discovery and thought of how
very, very lucky he had been so far.

“Well, Mr…”

“Pandy. And yours?” He smacked his lips and his wet tongue
slid out.

“Corey. I’m interested in your other business, Pandy. I
was just thinking about doing a little of that stuff for some
good bread. What’s the deal?”

Pandy’s eyes were all over Corey’s body and he edged his way
closer. Finally, a trembling extended hand fumbled its way onto
Corey’s cock. He rubbed it for a while without looking at Corey.
The cock grew, and the hand on it relaxed.

“Why don’t we see, Corey, if, er, you’re all you look to be.
Er, okay?”

Corey smiled sweetly at Pandy and showed him pearly whites
and two dimples to boot.

“Lie down, darling, on the sofa and unzip your pants.”

Corey followed instructions and made sure the blond hairs of
his shaft grew out of the opening in his pants.

Pandy knelt down and cupped the organ between his hands. He
face pressed down on it, and his tongue darted out.

Corey felt his cock going into the wide, wet mouth. He was
thinking of how easy things turned out and how easy they would
still be.

Pandy’s slurps were loud and Corey felt that the entire area
of his shaft was submerged in hot, soapy water.

Corey was about to come and began to spew forth his juice.
Pandy watched and sucked and watched. His eyes bulged out and
his mouth went from the cock to a big wide grin.

“You’ll find a very pleasant career here with us, Corey.
All the contacts are here to be made. All the hustling you can
handle with top paying, er, faggots. Welcome, Corey, to the
House of Cockamania!”

Indeed, Corey stood erect and with head held high grasped
the man’s hand and said, “I shall do my best, Pandy, and for the
best!”

Yes, New York smiled down at Corey’s bulge and provided well
with the lucky breaks and good shakes.

A big grin comes over face, and a bulge begins to form in your pants while
remembering some past parties. Those blond beauties, prancing around everywhere
practically in the nude. Almost every man with a gorgeous body was there that
night. Some snuggling, some smooching some groping, and others doing anything
else imaginable.

As you continue day-dreaming, I walk into the office in need of you to
sign something. You are so suddenly startled that you blush and try to muddle
yourself out of your predicament. Noticing how red your face just got, I
notice something else out of place. It’s your piece of meat hanging out of your
pants dripping with excitement. Caught by surprise, I say something stupid
like, “Am I interrupting something? Or am I in time for lunch?” You give me a
quick look-over and see the outline of my hard cock straining against my jeans
then give me a knowing nod. I turn around to lock the door then move towards
you.

I don’t quite make it because you have stood up to meet me half way. “Wow
look at the size of that thing, it’s huge!”, I manage to gasp as you french
kiss me to a frenzy. As we’re kissing you slowly unbutton my jeans while my
hand works your foreskin back and forth until you’re spilling puddles of precum
all over the place. You push me down on my knees and I am confronted with that
big monster between your thighs. So tempted, I start to lick on the head and
you shudder when my lips touch it. “Oh that feels so good, yeah lick it, suck
it.”, you groan. And I’m glad to oblige.

You start moaning even louder while my hot mouth works on sucking the tip,
licking it like a lollipop until it’s big and red. You get more excited and
wrap your hands around my head and force that rock hard meat down my throat. I
don’t expect it, and almost choke. But you continue to pump your hips back and
forth, fucking my face. Meanwhile I’m pulling on my own meat trying to catch
up with your pumping, when suddenly you stop.

“We’re going to my place.” and you start to get dressed. I didn’t know
what to expect next but watching you stuffing your dripping cock into your
pants almost made me come so I figured it might be fun, so why not…It was
quitting time anyway. By the time we got to his house, we had been feeling
each other up for over an hour in the car.

After I settle down on your comfortable couch, you ask me if I would like
a drink -”Sure”. You dash off and return in a flash with 2 glasses of wine.
Soon we both finish our drinks. Why is the room spinning? I’ve drank before
and never have been this drunk so soon. Everything seemingly stops turning and
I pass out, hearing a chuckle, “Haha! I knew that stuff would work…”

I feel so light headed. Wow, what a wonderful feeling. Seems like I can
float endlessly. That’s peculiar, I’m undressed–where am I? God I feel
horny. Damn my hardon is beginning to get the best of me. I can’t help but
shut my eyes and give in and start playing with it. Aww it feels so good. I’m
rubbing myself, stroking my hard stick back and forth–slicking it with spit,
still pulling–flogging my piece of meat–dripping with precum. My whole body
is tingling with excitement. A sudden new wave of feelings shoot though my
body when I feel a hand grab my tit and start rubbing my ass with the other.
Instinctively I open my eyes to behold a breath takingsight. This beautiful
look blonde stud is standing over me. He took his finger and rammed it into my
tight ass. I moan and buck at the feeling. His tool was over 8 inches long
and 2 inches wide–man I was dying to get a hold of it. I got my wish, he took
that huge rammer and stuffed in down my throat, I tried to resist and make him
slow down, but he stopped only momentarily to pull and pinch my nipple. But
wanted so much to shoot that I kept bucking and bucking. He then suddenly
slapped me on the face, then again and again, I was so turned on I hoped that
he would never stop.

I wake up…it’s dark but it’s not, something’s covering my eyes.
Stirring suddenly to get up, I find that something’s in my mouth and I can’t
move. Still slightly disorientated, I feel my arms outstretched on what seems
to be a table, and my legs tied to the legs of it. I hear a rustling sound.
Then a cool breeze carresses me followed by a swift blow across my buttocks.
My screams are muffled by what ever is in my mouth. Shit I was still hard as an
iron spike having not come earlier. I feel something strange in my ass, but
from the spanking, I couldn’t tell. We both know that I’m under your complete
control.

As you continue to tan my hide, I can feel my ass turn beet red. You
finally stop, but I sort of miss the feeling. What next?! I’m left alone for
what seems like an eternity. I finally hear footsteps again, but heavy ones.
I feel some cord around my balls and I feel it getting tighter around them.
Your thumb flicks the head of my cock, wiping the precum juices that have
spewed from my cock. My stomach seemed to turn. “I see that you’re enjoying
yourself..Now listen punk, if you scream like a little girl, you’ll wind up
with more than just a gag in your mouth. And your pretty little ass won’t be
worth more than a cow that’s being whipped. UNDERSTAND?!” I nod in agreement
as my cock seems to stretch bigger and harder.

“I’ve been watching you lately, always running around with a hardon you
can’t seem to hide. Yeah, I see you staring at my crotch every chance you get.
You’re a worthless piece of shit, thinking that you can get me -when it will be
me that will get what I want! ” with that you remove the gag and replace it
with another before I get a chance to yell (Like I was going to even try?
No…) I feel something being draped overhead and you stomping off to find
something else. Meanwhile, a warm steady stream of liquid is beginning to come
out through the gag. It tastesreally salty. The more I try stopping it, the
more it flows. I have little choice but to swallow what was given me. Hmmm..
I like the taste. And I feel myself getting even harder so I keep sucking at
it, thirstily drinking all of it.

“You learn quick.” And I feel the gag being removed. Then all of a
sudden I feel as if something were suddenly rammed into my ass, but it wasn’t.
I felt the shit-water fly from my ass –so that’s why I’ve been feeling this
way. The blindfold was next to go. I see myself in the mirror in front of me.
The room is filled with chains and leather all over the place. I am tied down
to a table, spread eagle. Two enema bags hang on a hook above me, of which, one
is connected to the gag. And noticing under the table on the floor is an open
can of crisco.

Behind me stands you, my captor. I’m a bit awed by seeing you in a
policeman’s uniform. Tight uniform showing off your throbbing boner, the
shirt, half open, revealing your hairy chest and suck me nipples down to those
black leather boots. I so much want that tool between your thick muscular
thighs. “You want this piece of meat don’t you” you growl. “Yes, SIR” I
reply. You slowly massage the hardon you’re hiding under your pants. A dime
spot of precum on the front slowly gets bigger and you finally drop your pants.
You continue to slowly jack yourself off as you reach around to play with your
ass. I am completely caught off guard when I see your billy club coming out of
your ass and back in. You give it one more thrust and take it out. You bend
over to get some crisco to grease the stick and up my vulnerable ass. My
entire body goes rigid.

“You’re not getting off that easily..” My ass was in pain from you
ramming the lube up my ass. But not as painful as you shoving that hard stick
up my dirt road. You keep pushing it, ramming it in to the hilt. But soon I’m
trying to buck back and fuck the stick. “Please, SIR, Harder, harder,
harder..” You are all too willing to oblige. “Shit, I’m cummming….Awgh umph
” I yell as waves of cum splash all over the floor. Jet after jet of my cum
flying in all directions. You’re still pumping me with the stick and I’m still
hard as a rock.

You finally remove the stick in one jerk and shove a dirty jockstrap
doused with poppers under my nose. It smells so good, sweat and cum along with
the poppers. Soon I’m as high as a kite. You get behind me with your rammer
on my puckered ring and shove. I’m gritting my teeth taking that huge fucker
up my ass. I thought my ass would split because it was so wide. But soon i
get use to it and again start bucking like a wild stalion. “Take that fucking
cock, punk, that’s it, take it….” you slap my ass a few times and keep on
thrusting harder while pulling down on the cord tied to my balls, rubbing my
crotch while you continue to pump my ass. I’m so fucking turned on by being
fucked by this “cop” that I can just about shoot. You keep pumping and ramming
it home, hitting my joy spot.. making me sweat with anticipation. Then it
finally happens you start cumming. “Take it bitch, take my hot load in your
juicy ass. Awww” You give two more real deep thrusts impaling me with your
rod, then start cumming deep inside me, I can feel it. “Fill me with your hot
cock, Sir.. Harder that’s it..come inside me SIR, I want you to SIR yes yes
yes..” You keep thrusting and cumming setting my rocks off…spurting again
and again like a fountain. Finally we both stop cumming and you stay there for
a few minutes. You start pissing inside me, then pull out to soak my entire
body with your piss. Finally reaching my mouth, you pry it open and shove that
shaft inside and piss down my throat, making me clean off your cock after
fucking me. I suck it clean, from the tip to the underside of your cock.

While doing this, you get hard again and grab the back of my head and
push the whole shaft down my throat…choking me with the scent of your crotch.
It didn’t take that long before you shot a huge load past my tonsils. I
thought I might drown. You then go back to my ass and rim me. Trying hard to
suck your load and piss out of my ass. It feels so good. After a little
while, you get what you wanted.

“Thank you, SIR”.. He got up and picked up something off the floor. It
is a collar with a chain attached to it. “You’re going to be my slave. You do
what I tell you to do and when.. got it boy?!” You give me a good hard slap
across the face. “YES SIR!…” “Good. I’m going to a party and you’re going
to be my personal little piss boy” you say while untieing me. As soon as I’m
free, I get down on my knees and start licking your boots. “Get up, we’re both
taking a shower and then getting dressed –well not too dressed…. we’ll save
what you’re doing now for later..”

After we get out, I find out it is Saturday evening, already. Gee, I
guess dreams do cum true. And we both leave for the party. Upon arriving, I
get down on my hands and knees and you put the collar around my neck. “That’s a
good boy.” And the rest of the evening I’ll tell about some other time.

It was after 6 PM, and they had sneaked in to steal their furtive
moments of pleasure. When they were done, they would sneak out, act
like their straight friends and stay hard until they were able to
do it again.

It was the second time they had met, and they had not become too
adventuresome, not even approaching the fantasies that their
minds had been turning over since they each learned (years
before) that thinking about boys made them harder and feel better
than thinking about girls ever could. When they were sure that
they were alone, they embraced one another and were once again
struck by how right their mouths felt, and they wrestled with
their tongues kissing eyes, cheeks, lips, neck and thus inflamed
their passion. The two athletes were now breathing as heavily as
during any workout and were straining against their jocks and
sweat shorts.

The only light was from the sunset outside that entered from the
high windows above. There was a misty quality to the orange
twilight, leftover from the parade of sweaty bodies that had
showered there earlier. The only sounds would be the echoes of
their groans and words of pleasure. They sat down, face to face
on a locker room bench. Thankfully it was bolted to the floor so
it could stand their violent movements. Between continued mouth
work and crotch rubbing (“Oh, fuck! That feels great, Tim.”),
they pulled off each other’s shirts and licked off a layer of
perspiration while exploring each other pecs, pits, and abdomens.

These boys were true specimens of youth. Tim was definitely the
finer of the two, with varsity letters in both football and
baseball. 6′1″, 180 lbs., brown straight hair, brown eyes,
beautifully proportioned. His fascination for guys had made him
shy (how else could he not be out fucking the cheerleaders?)
Chris was a basketball player, 6′4″, 170 lbs. (“cute, but…” the
girls said). He was no Tim, but right now, charged with sexual
passion, the two appeared equals. As for the girls who
overlooked him, Chris, in his current position, would have been
the envy of them all.

Their upper bodies were smooth for the most part, save for a
trace of hair that led its way down to their crotches, a road map
to the grand prize. They interlocked their legs and in a tight
embrace humped their crotches together grinding and groaning,
echoing loudly in the otherwise empty locker room. Tim broke the
embrace and grabbed Chris’ knees and slide him away from him.
“I’m hungry Chris,” Tim said in an almost trance like state. Tim
then grabbed the waistband of Chris’ sweat shorts and slowly
pulled them down the basketball players long legs, pulling them
over his shoes and tossing the shorts aside. Tim then pulled
Chris halfway back towards him, reached forward and liberated
Chris’ long, thin (like Chris) dick from the jock, pushing the
constraining pouch to one side. (For some reason, they both liked
to keep their jocks and shoes on when getting off.)

When Tim touched the base of Chris’ dick and fondled his already
tight balls, Chris gasped as a large flow of pre-cum made its way
out of his dick slit and dribbled down the underside of his dick.
Tim felt a surge of pre-cum in his own dick but wanted to keep
his meat constrained for the time being. “Dinner time,” said Tim
laughing as he lapped up the bead of pre-cum and licked his way
up Chris’ ever-harder prick. Chris was almost in heaven and
leaned back and closed his eyes as Tim went to work.

Tim slicked up Chris’ dick and ball sac with a generous amount of
saliva and alternated between steady long mouth strokes and then
gently sucking one then the other of Chris’ steamy balls. When
Tim grabbed the base of Chris’ cock and started playing major
head games on Chris’ purple helmet, Chris stopped him.

“I love what your doing, man. But I want us to shoot together.”
With that said and a long kiss, Chris began reciprocating. When
he pulled down Tim’s shorts, it looked like Tim had creamed
already. There was a huge wet spot where the elastic band of his
jock met the pouch, and when Chris pulled the elastic back, a
thousand ribbons of pre-cum formed between the fabric and Tim’s
hairy crotch. Chris was in love with Tim’s balls. They were big
and firm, hotter than any he had seen in any magazine. Tim put
the wide elastic of the jock underneath Tim’s balls and started
his slavish devotion. Tim liked his own balls too, and sometimes
would make himself cum simply by playing with them.

Chris moved up to the thick prick that topped those gorgeous
balls and had a suckfest of his own, coaxing up more and more
pre-cum that he would in turn wipe all over his face. Tim was
getting close and the time for release was at hand.

As they had done on their first meeting, they locked their legs
together and started jerking each other off forcefully. Dick to
dick, fist to fist, they were like one unit of sexual energy.
They were wet with sweat. Their crotches were pools of pre-cum,
sweat and saliva. Chris started first, with Tim shooting a
millisecond behind. Their young balls churned out ropes of cum:
Tim’s first two spasms splashed the underside of his chin; an arc
of Chris’ cum filled a little pool above his collar bone. The
remaining spasms coated their chests, stomachs and crotches.
When they were both spent, they again embraced tightly and their
cum commingled in their embrace and the sweet smell of their
passion rose to their nostrils.

As they kissed, Chris and Tim were happy. Together they had
found fulfillment. Next time, perhaps they would move on further
into unexplored territory. Chris had awakened the night before,
cumming, in a dream of eating out Tim’s ass. Tim had similarly
dreamed of Chris sitting on his dick. But that was for next
time.

Tim now stood up and stretched. He took his cum-soaked jock off
and used it as a cloth to wipe down his hot body. He wouldn’t
wash it. Later, one whiff and he would be in ecstasy. Chris
cleaned up in a similar fashion. These boys were whipped! They
bent down and took off their shoes and turned to head for the
showers. After their first liaison, the shower they took
afterward, though only made up of soapy massage and warm embrace,
was almost as powerful as the sex they had enjoyed.

Coach Miller was standing about six feet away when they saw him.
Needless to say, they were surprised. Coach Miller was a fantasy
object for every male or female at their high school. He was 28,
and when Tim considered the people he knew that he’d like to
fuck, Coach Miller was the one. When Tim would try and wake up
early, one thing that would get him going would be to fantasize
about Coach Miller. He would get hard, get up, jerk off and
start his day.

He wasn’t thinking about that now. They both were speechless.

Coach Miller looked pretty steely. “Chris, put your gear back on
and head home. Tim, go grab a towel. I want to have a word with
you in my office.”

Tim went down and grabbed a gym towel that barely covered him.
With a look back, Chris headed out. Coach Miller picked up Tim’s
jock and marched down to his office. He dropped the jock down on
his desk and sat down in his chair. Tim stood there, nearly
naked, but for some reason felt he had a lot of power in the
situation.

“Sit down, Tim. I’ve got some advice for you.”

“So, you finally went for the big prize, eh Tim?” said Coach
somewhat mockingly. Tim wanted to pick up his cummy jock that
lay on the desk and wipe the smirk off Coach’s face with his cum.

Tim didn’t know what Coach’s game was. He always struck him as
eminently cool, not someone hurtful or judgmental. Tim felt fine
sitting there, half-covered with a towel and the smell of sweat
and cum rising off his young body.

Coach had come back from a run when he stumbled upon the two boys
in the locker room, and his hot 28 year-old frame was glowing
with perspiration. He was wearing a large, loose-fitting tank
top that was soaked with sweat. One reason that Coach was such a
fantasy object around the high school was his hot body and the
fact that he did not dress as the traditional coach; no polyester
shorts, shirt and whistle with knee socks for Coach Miller. He
was wearing black lyra shorts that stopped a few inches above his
knees, short ankle socks and running shoes. He leaned back in
his chair; the sweaty tank top covered his crotch. Tim wanted
him.

“You know you could have anyone in this school, Tim. You’re 18,
you’ve got the best body/looks combination here and you’re
graduating in three months. Why are you wasting your time with
Chris?”

Tim was pissed. Who the fuck was Coach Miller to sit there and
comment on his choice of fuck-buddy? Did he know how hard it is
to hook up in high school with other guys? Tim knew he wanted to
fuck boys and he was beginning to come into his own with that
opinion. His shyness had always held him back and was the excuse
for why the hunky boy was without female companionship. Tim was
ready to drop his shyness and get what he wanted out of life.

“You think I should be dating a cheerleader and dreaming of
copping a feel of tit and some drive-in and then going home and
jacking off thinking of how I rubbed her shoulder? Fuck that,
Coach. I don’t know how much of what you saw back there, but
Chris and I were fucking each other and if you can’t deal with
that, too bad.”

Tim was a little surprised by the strength of his response.
Coach laughed.

“You weren’t fucking, buddy boy, you were sucking each other off
and jacking off like a couple of 13-year old’s. You don’t have
the body of 13 year-old, so why do you act like one?”

“Why do you expect me to do,” he asked Coach. He propped his
foot up on the edge of Coach’s desk. Coach had a full view of
Tim’s crotch.

“For one thing, don’t act like a precocious little fuck, flashing
me your dick. Stand up and drop that towel.”

Tim sat there. “Stand up, kid and look at yourself in the
mirror. Do it!”

The last thing Tim wanted was a lecture about how he shouldn’t be
wasting his time on fucking around with other boys. He stood up
in front of the mirror and dropped his towel.

Coach stood behind him. “You’re a beautiful man, Tim. Like a
statue, perfectly formed. Your feet, your calves, thighs, cock,
balls, torso, arms, face, hair. Turn around. Your back, your
ass. You have the body and looks to get anything you want in
life, and I don’t want to see you waste it.” Coach’s voice had a
hypnotic quality.

“Here’s a little news flash, Tim. I like fucking men, too. And
I mean really fucking. I won’t fuck you; I’d like to, but
fucking a student is just a little too risky. I don’t want to
see you waste your time. Embrace who you are and start going for
what you want. How did you hook up with Chris? Did you stumble
upon him jacking off and join him?”

“Pretty much,” said Tim, feeling more and more the novice, but
happy to have someone to talk to.

“Why don’t you go after Carl Thomas. He’d let you fuck him in an
instant.”

Carl Thomas was a senior, a swimmer, and an adonis. Tim was
shocked by Coach’s suggestion.

“Carl Thomas, the great seducer of women? Did you happen to see
him fucking around in the locker room too?”

“No,” said Coach, but I’ve seen him look at you and trust me:
when I was in high school, secretly checking out the guys, I
learned all the tricks, and Carl wants you.”

Tim’s dick stirred at the thought of fucking Carl. One of Tim’s
first overt homo acts was stealing a pair of Carl’s speedos and
using them for serious jack off inspiration.

“So Tim. That’s my assignment for you. Find yourself; seduce
Carl and get what you want out of your life. Don’t be shy
because those around you won’t accept what you are. Find people
who will accept you and then talk to me about what’s going on
with you.”

Tim and Coach would talk in the months ahead, but Tim had his own
agenda.

“Okay, Coach. On your advice, I’ll try and fuck Carl, but
there’s something else I want.”

“Shoot,” said Coach, gathering his stuff, getting ready to leave.

“I want you to fuck me.”

“No way, jocko. Too much trouble.”

Tim spit into his hand and re-activated his cum-slicked dick and
immediately grew throbbingly hard. “How will I know how to fuck
Carl if I’ve never fucked or been fucked? I want you Coach. You
said you wanted me. Lift up your shirt and show me that you’re
not hard and I’ll go jack off, alone, in the shower.”

“Tim… I can’t do that.” Tim went for it and grabbed Coach’s
tank top and was delighted to see a tree trunk erection heavily
constrained by coach’s lyra shorts, topped off by a large shiny
pre-cum soaked area.

“Fuck yes,” said Tim. Tim stroked his own cock and licked the
resultant pre-cum off of his hand.

“You want to do it, Tim. You really want me to fuck you, with
this?” Coach took of his shirt and grabbed his dick through his
shorts.

“Fuck yes, Coach. Fuck me with that!” Coach walked over and
locked his door. Tim stood there stroking his dick and rubbing
his pecs. His breathing was heavy and he felt more sexually
charged than at any moment in his young life.

“Put your jock on,” ordered Coach. “If you want me to fuck you,
it’s going to be on my terms.”

Tim took the cummy jock from the desk. “Put it on backwards,”
barked Coach.

Tim looked at Coach, confused. “Just do it, buddy boy.” Coach’s
voice was totally turning Tim on. He turned the jock around and
putting it on felt the slimy pouch creep up his ass crack.

Using his forearm, Coach cleared his desk off with one sweep.
“Lie on your stomach.” Tim laid down and his already slimy cock
leaked more precum on the desk top. Grabbing Tim’s thighs, Coach
spread the boy’s legs and then dove into his ass crack tasting
Tim’s sweat and cum. He chewed the material and soaked it with
saliva. He then pulled the elastic aside and Tim almost came as
Coach’s tongue worked its way up Tim’s asshole. “Fuck yes!”
cried Tim.

After slicking up Tim’s virgin ass with his tongue, Coach then
inserted one finger and then another. Tim was blown away by what
he was feeling and his pre-cum flow became a river as Coach’s
fingers made their way to Tim’s prostate.

Coach was surprised at how relaxed Tim’s tight hole was. Tim met
the thrusts of Coach’s fingers with his own backwards thrusting.
“Give me your cock, Coach,” moaned Tim as he looked backwards.

Coach kept up his finger work as he pulled down his lyra shorts.
His cock was straining against his totally pre-cum soaked jock.
Tim looked back in awe as Coach freed his eight-inch cock. It
was thicker than Tim’s, smoother too, with a nice pearly gob
streaming out. Coach’s balls were big, and tight.

“Turn over,” said Coach. Coach gently stroked Tim’s dick and he
reached into his drawer and pulled out a condom and put it on.
Tim was in a trance-like state, in anticipation of the fucking he
was about to get. Coach pulled Tim up to him and they mouth-
fucked. No slight against Chris, but Coach knew his way around a
man’s mouth. Holding Tim’s face, Coach looked at him deeply and
asked him, “Are you ready for this?” In a breathy whisper Tim
answered, “Fuck me, Coach.”

Coach proceeded to do so, with Coach holding onto Tim’s beefy
thighs. Coach would slow his pace and reach up stroking Tim’s
pecs, and giving the occasional jerk on Tim’s meat. Tim was lost
in passion. Tim was just as much fucking Coach with his own
thrusts. “Let’s go for it Tim.”

They increased their pace. Tim started playing with his balls
and jacking his own dick. Coach pulled out, rolled off the
condom and started jacking too. Tim had his powerful legs wrapped
around Coach’s torso. They started coming together. Coach
sprayed Tim’s face with a heavy stream. Tim’s cum was arcing
high and splashing his chest and stomach. When they regained awareness,
Tim pulled Coach on top of him and they shared the taste of Coach’s
cum in their mouths. Coach looked at Tim. “You little fucking seducer.
I always said I’d never fuck a student.” “It won’t happen again Coach,”
Tim said with a mischievous cum-soaked grin.

“Until the next time.”

The game seemed endless; at half-time, Charles would gladly have
walked off the pitch, even though the score was level and his chances
of selection for Saturday’s match hung on the outcome. His mind was
elsewhere, however, and more than once his captain had shouted to him
“Charlie! Wake up!” as his eyes had wandered to the touch-line in
search of his friend. Every scrum seemed to bring temptation – a wan-
dering hand, the faint smell of youthful bodies. But Charles knew that
he must wait, patiently, and that it would be worth it.

At last, the whistle blew. “Don’t change” the note had said – so
he stayed in his rugby kit and headed off for the pavilion. There
stood Peter, a little away from the others, and as soon as he decently
could, Charles left the team and headed in Peter’s direction. “Come
on, Charlie”, he said, “We have to be back by five, and it’s half-past
three now.” So the two of them set off for the Barn – an isolated
building on the school farm, unused nowadays except by lovers and
sometimes by those seeking a quiet place for a cigarette.

It was ten minutes walk from big field, and Charles and Peter
walked fast. As they got out of sight, Peter put his arm round
Charles’ waist, and as they rounded the corner of a field, they
stopped and Peter pulled Charles to him. They kissed – a long, pas-
sionate kiss which expressed all the unsaid things which they had felt
for the three months during which they had shared a study. As Peter’s
tongue explored Charles’ mouth, their eyes met and their young bodies
pressed hungrily together. “Come on, then” said Charles, pulling away
and grabbing his friend’s hand.

They ran to the barn, and hurried inside. All was quiet, and in no
time at all Peter was on his knees in front of Charles. His hands
stroked Charles’ bare legs, slid up inside Charles’ shorts and fondled
his thighs. Quickly he unbuttoned Charles’ shorts and slid them down,
and he kissed the front of his friend’s jockstrap, running his tongue
all round and through Charles’ sparse pubic hair. With both hands he
pulled the jockstrap down, and exposed Charles’ stiff penis: Charles
took off his rugger jersey and stood nearly naked, blond and godlike
in his muscular nudity. Off came the boots, socks and the rest, and
Peter’s lips closed round the erect prick. Charles felt that he could
have popped there and then, but he knew that he must restrain himself,
and after a minute or two he withdrew from Peter’s mouth, bent down
and eased Peter to his feet.

Embracing him, he whispered “Now you undress”, and slipped his
hands down the back of his friend’s trousers, grasping the firm but-
tocks. Peter quickly released his belt and unzipped his flies, and as
Charles knelt down, his friend’s trousers slid down to his ankles, and
with them his pants. Peter’s cock was, if anything, harder than
Charles’, and Charles took it eagerly in his mouth. Peter quickly
stripped off the rest of his clothes and stood proudly nude as Charles
sucked him. After a minute or two, Charles came up for air – “Lets lie
down” he said, and they lay on the hay which remained on the floor of
the barn. It was quite cool that afternoon, but the two fifteen-year
olds did not notice. They were quite hot!

Each took his friend’s cock in his mouth, and played with his
balls. Neither of them had sucked a boy before – their sexual experi-
ence was limited to wanking and mutual exploration after dark in the
dormitory – but both took to it at once, and both boys’ cocks disap-
peared into their mouths with regular thrusts. Peter began to grunt,
and Charles knew that he was about to come; Charles felt the sap ris-
ing too, and their thrusts synchronised. Suddenly, with an enormous
sense of delight, Charles felt the spunk shooting up his cock. He dug
it deep into his friend’s mouth and shot, just as Peter was shooting
his load too. Both boys enjoyed a mouthful of cum, and both enjoyed a
fantastic sensation of satisfaction as they pumped the spunk into each
other.

When it was all over, they rested for ten minutes, and then
Charles said “Well, was it what you expected?” “Better,” replied Pe-
ter. “I know we must go back, but we must come here again – or can we
do it in the study, now we know what we really like?” “I’ll do it any-
where, with you,” said Charles.