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by Matthew John Carmona


  As he turns over, his huge cock is standing erect. I start with his chest again, licking and stroking his nipples and stomach. His cock pulsates with his heartbeat. My hands roam over his stomach and down past the hard shaft to his thighs. His nuts are alive in their sack. I deliberately avoid touching his cock and continue to stroke his body. Clear fluid is leaking out the piss slit of his dick. As my hands roam around on his thighs, I slowly begin to caress his nut sack with just a few light touches of my fingertips. The blonde hair on the nut sack is long and curly, the skin crinkly and smelling of man. I lower my head closer to his crotch and take in his odor.

  Now I have one hand on his stomach, holding it there, feeling the rise and fall of his breathing. He is still, anticipating my next move. My other hand grabs his nuts and starts to stroke them firmly. I take first one nut then the other in my hand. They are as big as golf balls. He begins to squirm about on the bed, he tosses his head back and gasps as I grab his nuts firmly, massaging the scrotum with my hand. His cock jumps about as more pre-cum oozes out the slit. There is now a pool of clear juice on his body. With one hand pulling on his balls, I take my other and tangle the fingers in the forest of blonde hair at the base of his dick, gently stoking the shaft base, too.

  I look up at his face. His head is tossing left and right, his hands are rubbing his nipples. The precum is a clear stream leaking out of his dickhead. I decide to hold off and stop touching him. He looks at me and the look on his face is one of disbelief. Please don't stop he whispers.

  I watch as his breathing slows and he calms down some. I reach out and lightly grab his dick and hold it up. A large drop of clear juice seeps out of the slit and I rub it over his cockhead. He moans loudly and I rub my other hand into the pool of juice on his belly and lightly cover the shaft with it. He is moaning again. I cover the whole dick with the precum and get it slick. I put my hand to my mouth and taste his juice. Mmmmm, it is sweet. I cover my fingers with saliva and start to pump his cock. He starts to moan loudly and move about on the bed. His cock is huge and I have to use two hands to handle it. With both hands stroking his dick, I watch as he goes into orbit. My fingers pump his shaft while caressing the head which flares out like a huge plum. I can see the veins on the rod pumping blood into the shaft. Precum is now coming out in rivulets. His cock is as hard as granite. I use one hand to stroke his dick and one hand to pull on his balls. I can hardly control him. He starts to buck his waist to meet my pumping. I hold his dick straight up into the air and it looks to be ten inches in length.

  He screams loudly and arches his back. His cock grows to its zenith and I feel his orgasm starting. His cock comes alive and shoots a huge drop of semen at least a foot into the air. He bucks again and the next spurt flies out of his dick and goes higher than the first. Both land on his stomach. He is out of control now. He bucks and screams, his cock lurches in my hand and spits gobs of come on my hands. The river of come bleeds out of the piss slit and runs over my hands. It is hot as lava. I can not stop my pumping.

  The more I pump, the more come runs out and down my hands and into the tangle of hair at the base of his dick. He bucks and bucks, his chest heaving with each breath. And still his cock pumps semen onto my hands. After what seems like ten minutes, his cock grows still. He relaxes on the bed and draws in deep breaths of air. I let his cock out of my come drenched hand and it lays heavily on his stomach, still as long as eight inches of meat. I run my hands over his stomach and chest, spreading his come around. I put my hands to my mouth and clean them with my tongue.

  Slowly, he comes down off his high, and relaxes some more. I reach down to my pants and rip them open. My own hard dick springs out and I grab his hand and put it on my dick. He pumps for a few seconds before I'm coming in buckets onto his broad chest and nipples, my come mingles with his. I want more he says. We draw together and spend the night fucking and sucking.

  Gay Party Time to Meet Hunky Kevin

  I was bored. Here I was sitting around the house on a Saturday night with nothing to do. There was 37 channels of shit on the TV to choose from. I decided to put on some Rock and Roll and drink a couple of beers, listen to some music and then go to bed. In the middle of the first song, my phone rang. But it was just some asshole trying to sell me some house siding. I hung up the phone right in the middle of his sales pitch. About 10 seconds later, the phone rang again and I picked it up thinking if it is the asshole again, well God help me.

  "Hey man!" the voice said. "Whatcha doing?"

  "Steve!" I answered. "Whats up?" I could hear loud music and sounds of a party. My spirits picked up.

  "I'm having a little get together, why don't you come over if you don't have any plans."

  "Man, I'm glad you called, I'm about bored out of my ass!"

  "Well then get your bored ass over here and lets PARTY!"

  "Who is there?" I asked.

  "Me, Randy and Randy's friend, Kevin."

  "Who is Kevin?"

  "Just some guy Randy knows from college." Steve said. Then he lowered his voice and said, "Kevin is one hell of a hunk. I think you would like him. Come on over and see for yourself."

  "Ill be right there!" I replied.

  "Cool, see ya soon."

  I hung up the phone and thought "YES! Party Time!"

  I threw on some clothes and grabbed the 12 pack of Bud outta my fridge and I was on my way.

  Steve and I met a couple of years ago, ironically, at a party. We went home together that night and fucked. He had a nice body; long legs, wide chest and a nice sized dick. We had gotten together a several times since then, mostly when we had met at some place or party just by accident. Steve was just not the kind for me to get serious about but as an occasional fuck, it was fine. And Randy was his friend. I had met Randy a several times while partying with Steve.

  I had fantasized about Randy's body but could never seem to get him interested in me, so I would just enjoy the view. Randy has long black hair and this chest you would die to come on and a round and firm ass that to grab it would probably make me come. As I drove to Steve's house, I wondered how tonight would end up. Probably with me and Steve fucking and Randy and Kevin doing whatever it is they do. "Its alot better than being bored," I said to myself. " A LOT better." But what about this Kevin? Steve said he was a hunk and I would like him.

  I got to Steve's house and I could hear the rock and roll music thumping as Steve answered the door.

  "Dale! Come on in, buddy!" Steve exclaimed and let me in. "Hey, guys, Dale is here." he yelled to the two guys in the living room. Steve took my 12 pack and brought it to the kitchen as I went into the living room. Randy got up and shook my hand and then introduced me to Kevin. Kevin got up too, and shook my hand. I examined his body as I shook his hand. He was tall, with dark hair and blue eyes. He wore a half shirt which barely contained the huge chest.

  I could see the outline of his nipples through the fabric. Below the shirt, was a line of dark black hair trailing down to his navel and then into his bluejeans. His abs were tight with washboard muscles. His waist was thin but expanded into two huge trees for thighs. And between those thighs was a crotch bulging with flesh. He was a Hunk with a capital "H". My heart began to race and I needed a beer, and fast. I turned around and damned near ran into Steve who was carrying two beers. He gave one to me and offered me a chair.

  The four of us talked a bit then Randy left the room and came back with a mirror with some coke on it. He sat the mirror down on the table in front of us and said "Party Time!" Randy divided the coke into eight lines and we snorted them. With the coke in us, the house seemed to get hot and I took off my shirt and the others did too. I had never seen Randy's naked chest before but liked what I saw. His pecs where well defined with small nipples. Kevin's chest was that of a body builder; large, broad pecs with quarter sized nipples covered with a fine coat of curly black hair. Steve remarked to Kevin about how large his chest muscles where. Kevin stood up and flexed them for us and we applauded.

 
; Then Randy said "How about flexing some other muscle for us." Kevin gave him a quick look and then without a word, unzipped his pants and pulled out a large, semi hard cock. His cock began to get harder and he turned to Randy. "Here, you flex it for me." Randy reached out and grabbed the cock and began to stroke it. Kevin moaned. Randy stroked faster and Kevin's cock began to get hard. Soon, it looked like a club. Kevin stepped closer to Randy and Randy took the massive head into his mouth and began to suck on Kevin's dick.

  Steve and I just sat there and watched the show. Randy sucked on his dick, making it grow even longer. Steve and I quickly got naked and when Kevin pulled his cock out of Randy's mouth asked us if we wanted some. "Sure!" we exclaimed. Kevin took off his pants and briefs and stood naked in front of us. His long, hard cock pulsated with his heartbeat and we took turns licking the shaft and nuts. Randy drew out more lines of coke and we took a break from sucking on Kevin's cock and snorted them.

  When we were all coked up again, we decided to get into Steve's king sized bed for some real fun. We departed from the rest of our clothes as we headed for the bedroom. Jumping on the bed, the four of us had hard dicks and we grabbed the nearest one and fell into a chain of sucking. I had Steve's hairy cock in my mouth, Steve took on Randy's massive dick, Randy sucked on Kevin and Kevin gobbled mine. The sounds of four hot guys sucking dicks overran the music. We stroked each others bodied as our mouths had fun. I was more turned on thinking about Kevin sucking on my dick, I could not wait until it was my turn to suck him. We sucked and sucked.

  Soon, Randy gave Steve a blast from his cock. I watched Steve's mouth take as much come as he could hold and then Randy's come dribbled out of Steve's mouth and down his chin. Steve pulled the cock out of his mouth and licked the shaft causing Randy to take more of Kevin's shaft. I was overcome by the scene and focused my attention on Steve's seven incher. I pulled on his nuts and he gave me a mouthful I will never forget. Then, Kevin let out a grunt and came in Randy's mouth like an animal. Kevin pulled my dick out of his mouth to catch his breath and then dived down on my cock causing me to blow my wad. We all fell together in a heap of sweaty bodies.

  I got up to get me another beer. Randy came with me and the two of us sat in the living room and snorted some more coke. After a few minutes, we returned to the bedroom to see Kevin taking Steve's cock up his ass. Randy and I sat on the bed and encouraged Steve to fuck him good. We watched as his cock rammed in and out of Kevin's tight hole. Steve's muscled body looked great fucking Kevin's ass. Kevin was up on his hands and knees taking Steve's dick up his ass and liking every inch of it. "Fuck him, Steve" we cried as Steve increased his movements. "Oh yes, Steve, fuck me good" Kevin begged. Randy and I drank our beers watching the show they were putting on for us. Steve's cock slid in and out of Kevin's ass. Kevin would push back with his body, taking all of Steve's dick into his asshole.

  I reached over and began to stroke Randy's dick, making him hard. He layed back and let me play with his shaft. His nuts were big and I played with them too. This was one of my fantasies coming true: my hands on Randy's dick. He got hard and I rubbed his dick and licked his balls. Steve continued to fuck Kevin but also noticed me playing with Randy and encouraged us. Kevin turned his head and told Randy to let me suck him. "Yeah, Dale, suck my dick!" Randy ordered. I let his balls out of my mouth and licked his shaft. He put his hands on the back of my head and pushed my face onto his dick. I began to suck on his shaft, taking the whole thing down my mouth. The coke I had sort of deadened my gag reflex and his cock slid deep into my throat. My whole face felt filled with his man-meat. I buried my face in the tangle of cock-hairs at the base of his shaft, his nuts on my chin.

  The four of us held these positions for at least twenty minutes. Steve fucked Kevin and I sucked Randy. Kevin yelled for Steve to "Fuck him good" and Randy urged me to "Suck his dick". I ran my hands over Randy's hairy ass-cheeks, fingering his hole and then I plunged two fingers into him. Randy bucked his crotch into my face and I took more of his shaft into my mouth. I heard Steve start to breath heavily. Kevin grunted as his ass took the huge cock deeper. I knew Steve was gonna come. I managed to look at the two of them as Steve grabbed Kevin's waist and shoved his cock into Kevin and came. Steve and Kevin grunted loudly.

  Randy yelled for Steve to come in Kevin's ass and Steve yelled "HERE I COME!!!" I watched as Steve gave one final thrust and then held his dick into Kevin's ass and came. He threw his head back, his pelvis shoved forward and his dick disappeared into Kevin. I knew Kevin enjoyed it. He was smiling as Steve came in his ass. They grunted together, they were as one being. I knew, for I had taken Steve up the ass, too. As they finished, I devoted my attention on Randy's cock.

  I held his dick perpendicular to his stomach. I licked the head and tasted his precum. I put my hand on his nuts and the other around the shaft and pumped more precum out of the rod. I deliberately made sucking sounds to increase his excitement. My tongue traveled up and down the hard, hot shaft, licking the veins. I pulled on his large, hairy nuts causing him more enjoyment. Randy moaned and writhed around on the bed. With one of my hands, rubbed his thighs and the other across his flat, hairy stomach and chest. He thrust his waist into my face. I licked his cock more and bit on his forest of hair at the base of his shaft. I positioned myself so that just his cockhead was in my mouth, my tongue wrapping itself around the head. My hands pumped his dick. Soon, I felt his cock harden, he groaned and moaned. I sped up my actions and was rewarded with a huge spurt of semen. His hips bucked, his cock lurched, his come flowed out of his piss slit and into my hot mouth.

  We were covered with sweat and semen. Our heads buzzed from the coke. We passed the night drinking, snorting, and fucking. It wasn't a boring night after all.

  Blue Collar White Collar

  He was angry when I called him, as I knew he would be.

  "Where the FUCK have you been?" his voice demanded.

  "Busy," I replied, knowing how lame it sounded.

  "You've been busy for six months? I haven't heard from you since last spring. Jesus, I ought to just fucking hang up on you."

  "I know, Gary, and I'm sorry. I've been a jerk not to call you all this time."

  "You're always sorry, as if that makes any difference." His voice was still truculent, but the fact that he was still on the line meant I was making inroads.

  "So, how have you been?" For an English professor, I was sounding trite today.

  "What do you think? Out all day, five days a week, hammering and sweating. Real work, unlike some people." Gary had a perverse pride about his lack of formal education. He was smart, though. Smart enough to know how to make me laugh, smart enough to sting with his words.

  He had done both after our first encounter several years ago, out in the brushy woods beyond the creek in the north city park.

  "For a desk jockey, you sure give good head, man." He had said this just after he had emptied his load down my throat. I had been passionate, turned on more than I had been in a long time by his icy blue eyes in a sunburned, craggy face, his half-open work shirt, and his tight jeans that fit his long legs and narrow hips perfectly. I had just come to the park from my last class of the day, still in my tie and dress slacks, and had gladly knelt before him, heedless of my clothes.

  I looked up, half-surprised, half-amused.

  "Thanks, I think."

  "Usually don't let guys in ties do me," he said, buttoning his 501s.

  I took the bait.

  "What's wrong with guys in ties?"

  "Soft. Scared. Usually married. You're pretty cute for a married guy, though."

  I was starting to get irritated by his assumptions.

  "I'm not married."

  "Not to a woman, maybe." He saw that he had guessed correctly.

  "Gonna tell your `other half' about me, bud?"

  I tried to parry.

  "What about yours?"

  "Don't have one. Haven't found a rich guy like you to take care of me. Say hi to your `partner' for me, okay?
" He turned and walked away. I rose, in a turmoil of frustration and desire, wanting to shout to him, ask for his phone number, fearing that I would never see him again. But I stayed silent, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. At that moment, he suddenly turned and said, "The name's Gary, by the way."

  "Mine's Tom," I quickly replied. I had to say something.

  "See you again sometime."

  He paused at that, and an unexpectedly impish grin appeared on his face, making him handsomer than ever.

  "You never know." Then he was gone. I had gotten so worked up by then that I walked back into the woods to a secluded spot, pulled my cock out and jacked it until I dropped my own load onto the ground.

  I had stopped by the park regularly in the afternoons for weeks after that, but never saw him. Then things got really busy and I didn't have time to go cruising for a while. It was probably a year later that I finally saw him again.

  I actually wasn't sex-hunting in the park that day, or so I told him later. It was a lovely sunny Saturday afternoon and I was strolling along the creek, watching the sun play on the water, marveling that fish still lived there despite the fact it ran in the middle of an increasingly large city. I was standing on the bank and heard footsteps near me. I turned and there he was. I remember exactly what he was wearing--jeans of course, a hot pink tank top that exposed his muscular, tanned shoulders and arms, Nikes, and a somewhat dirty white baseball cap. His thumbs were hooked into his front pockets--he made this tired pose look enticing.

 

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