From: an179397@anon.penet.fi (Stroker Al)
Subject: FRIDAY 13" #4 1/2 TAKIN' DOWN THE BIG TOP (M/M, M/M, M/M/M)
WARNING: THE FOLLOWING IS A SEXUALLY EXPLICIT FICTIONAL STORY. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18, OR IF YOU ARE NOT INTERESTED IN READING ABOUT SEXUALLY EXPLICIT SITUATIONS AND ACTIVITIES.. To the alt.sex.stories reader:
This is the 4th in a series of stories dealing mainly with
male to male sexuality, though the series will contain some male/female
sex and the thoughts, fantasies and activities of bisexual characters
as well.
FRIDAY 13" #4: TAKIN' DOWN THE BIG TOP
BY Stroker Al
Foreward: Eddy has finished his story about Greg and Andrew overcoming their dick sucking problem (#3 SWEET HONEY AND THE ROCK).
Mark has been listening to Eddy with some amusement, but also
some boredom. The stories that had been told so far were definitely on
the vanilla side. He decided that it was time for something a little rougher.
And as the guy among them with the most sexual experience, the least
inhibitions and possesing the confidence that goes along with having the
biggest dick in the room, who better to introduce such a tale?
"Hey guys," he said, "I don't know who spewed their wad next, but
I heard a pretty wild Friday story and I want to tell it next. Any
objections?"
No one spoke up. "Go ahead, Mark," said Jim, reaching over for
Mark's erection in encouragement. Jim looked at that moment like he was
ready to hear anything, but Mark's tale would prove to be quite a shock
to his conservative expectations.....
"Takin' Down the Big Top" (Mark's Story)
"So what are we waiting for?" Lawrence asked, as he reached over
and groped the hardening mound of his summer fuck-buddy's Levi s basket.
Jorge scowled slightly, but continued walking along side him without
slowing his pace.
"Relax, babe. I promised I'd fuck your pussy ass tonight before
the campfire starts , and I will. But first I've got some things to do."
Lawrence frowned slightly. "How do you know I don't wanna just
suck you off tonight?"
Jorge laughed and showed his wide mouthful of teeth, framed by
his black Latino goatee.
"Yeah, right. Like that wouldn't put us to sleep, puta! When are you
gonna stop pretending you want to do anything else but take my big prick
up your tender white butt?"
Lawrence persisted. "I do like sucking your dick! It's just that
you never let me. I like licking the salt out from under your foreskin
with my tongue. I like feeling your dickhead against the back of my
throat and your balls against my chin."
Jorge shook his head. "You don't know what you're talking about,
babe. See I'm the one who watches your face when you're giving me head
and when you're on your back with your legs over my shoulders and I'm
drilling you with my dick. I'm telling ya it's the fucking you LIKE ,
babe. You fuckin' LOVE it, puta."
Lawrence was silent for a moment as they continued walking down
the long path through the woods. "I didn't always love it." he said
finally, pushing a big shock of blond hair off of his forehead.
"Yeah, not until you learned to relax, babe. But I haven't heard
you screamin' bloody murder like that for weeks. Quite the opposite,
Peaches. " he added, reaching back and squeezing Lawrence's
Khaki-covered ass. "'Yes.' 'More.' ' Deeper.' Those are pretty
encouraging words, wouldn't you say?"
Lawrence nodded. "Yes, I encourage you. I love it when you fuck
me, " he grinned, reddening. "But it's like I want something more, too.
I'm not sure what."
"More?" Jorge snorted. "What else is there? Like any of these
other camp staff dudes has a bigger or harder dick than mine. Try em'
puta, you'll be disappointed. I got what you need."
"I know, Jorge. I don't want anybody else. I just want....more
of you." he said quietly, looking straight ahead.
"Hey, babe, I give you more! " Jorge cried. " I've sucked you
off, it doesn't do anything for you. I bite your tits, I put your balls
in my mouth, I slap your ass, I kiss you as deep as I fuck you, and
you're saying it's all nothing to you. "
"No, that's not what I'm saying...."
"Then what?"
Lawrence stopped, hesitated. He looked at Jorge, almost
cringing. "I w-want to feel w-what you feel when you're.....fucking me.
I w-want to f-fully experience your ass."
Jorge blinked and then laughed out loud. Lawrence reddened but
continued to look Jorge in the eyes. "What's so damned funny?" he demanded.
"In the first place, babe, as I told you once before,
nobody--NOBODY fucks me!" Jorge smiled grimly. "I'm a proud macho Latino
caricature and I do all the fucking. In the second place, your sweet
little dick never gets hard enough to fuck somebody, let alone this
tight-assed Cubano."
"How do you know it doesn't get hard enough?" Lawrence shot back.
Jorge laughed again and embraced Lawrence, who remained stiff
with irritation. "Who knows your dick better than I do?" he said. "Don't
fight nature, puta. Relax. Enjoy it."
Lawrence loosened up somewhat and finally returned his embrace.
"Now I have to go, Peaches," Jorge said as he dipped his hands
down under the belt and waist of Lawrence's pants and fondled his ample,
rounded butt cheeks. "I'll meet you back at the cabin in exactly one
hour." Then he whispered into his ear: " If you're already stripped,
greased up and in bed on your back by the time I get there, we'll have
more time and I can fuck you longer."
Jorge kissed Lawrence and then hurried off ahead on the path.
Lawrence walked slowly and thought over the conversation they had
just had. The part that had really annoyed him was the remark about not
fighting nature. It sounded like something a straight fundamentalist
preacher would have said, and he believed it even less that he would have
coming from someone like that. Nature, Lawrence had learned, was a very
complex thing. And when people started to talk authoritatively about it,
they tended to become faced with the exception that disproved their
point.
Jorge approached the latrine at the top of Cedar knob, a hill at
the outskirts of the main camp at Lake Christopher. All summer it had
been his favorite place to go, to sneak a cigarette, to think, or just to
take a nice long relaxing dump far away from everyone else to the west of
the main camp. It was only here in this particular, rarely-used latrine
that he felt comfortable giving in to the pleasures of shitting.
Everywhere else was too crowded, not private enough.
But the previous weekend a new pleasure had sprung unexpectedly
from his visit. He had had the sensation of being followed that day as
he passed up the hill. Anyone from any of the nearby cabins could have
seen him and followed, but he had not noticed anyone around. Still he
thought he heard sounds behind him in the woods the whole way.
He had just sat there for a while smoking a cigarette and
thinking. He'was reaching over to the toilet paper in preparation for
wiping himself, when he'd heard a noise behind him outside. A wooden
board was being removed from the wall against his back, apparently below
the level of the latrine bench. He'd frozen out of confusion. "What the
hell..." he'd wondered to himself, trying to figure out what was going
on. Then he'd felt something touch him from underneath and cried out in
shock. It was a wet, darting sensation, He'd attempted to leap up and
off the bench but the tangle of his shorts and briefs around his ankles
had sent him stumbling back asswards down again onto the bench. In the
fall he'd struck his head against the wooden wall and was momentarily
preoccupied with the pain. But when the immediate intensity of the blow
had subsided, clearly unaccompanied by any real injury, he'd become aware
of the unmistakable sensation of being rimmed from below the latrine
bench. Someone's tongue had begun cleaning out his asshole. The
lingering sensation of the expelled turd had been replaced by the
massaging, probing, cleansing action of some camp faggot's tongue. Jorge
had set down the toilet paper and relaxed into the incredible sensation.
He rarely needed to wipe much anyway since his turds were almost never
loose or wet. But that day he didn't need to wipe at all.
There were some new sensations this time. After a point, the
tongue pulled away from his hairy pucker, and a moment later he felt
something else touch it lightly. It was slightly cooler than the tongue,
but wet. It was smoother, but more angular and non organic-feeling. It
made a little journey around the circumference of his tight butthole,
trailing cool wetness and a tingling sensation like that of rubbing
alcohol. He winked his hole semi-voluntarily in response to the
mysterious sensation, and suddenly felt the unmistakable pressure of a
small fingertip against it as if in reply to his motion. The finger,
probably a pinky, must have been greased, because it felt wet and because
it parted the tiny, wrinkled lips of his pucker ever so slightly and
without discomfort. Still, Jorge's braced his strong, hairy thighs warily
so that he could spring away, in case his mystery asshole licker got any
ideas about trying to cram something else up his ass.
The pinky continued to tickle the mouth of his asshole while the
unknown cool and wet sensation returned to a spot an inch or two away.
It began to trace a wider circle around the activity at his asshole,
dropping down with the curves of his butt cheeks and rising up into the
hairy crack of his ass as it progressed in its path. It struck him with
the wetness and tingling sensation that it might be some kind of
sensitizing love oil, being applied with a firm sponge or soft brush.
Whatever it might be intended as preparation for, Jorge was not about to
hang around long enough to find out, but he allowed himself to enjoy the
attention for now. Finally, another pass was made of the tingling
wetness in a much wider circle, nearly to the edges of the latrine seat
hole. This time, Jorge could smell something strong and familiar, yet
not quite identifiable that seemed to be accompanying the wet encircling
of his ass. Nail polish remover? Insect repellent? No, none of these,
but it was definitely something mundane and not exotic. Finally, the
tracing stopped, the pinky was removed, and after a few seconds, the
mouth returned to plant a long wet kiss to Jorge's asshole. Then there
was a shuffling sound and running off into the woods.
Lawrence, meanwhile, had gone to the arts and crafts cabin to
pick up his sand candles from the other day. Daniel, the arts staff man
was there, but so were a handful of campers left over working on their
projects, so he had to small talk with Daniel for a while until they
left. Finally when the last one left with their ugly mounds of sand and
wax, Lawrence immediately changed his tone: "So Danny, where's my
merchandise?"
Daniel grinned and turned to a battered metal locker, which he
unlocked with a key from his pocket. Inside was a set of shelves, and
on them was an array of brightly colored wax phalluses of every shape and
size. "Let's see now, Lawrence Lawrence Lawrence......"
"I think they're those two on the end over there', " Lawrence
said, pointing to a couple of wickless five-inchers in purple wax.
"No way, stud. Those are the Directors'. Don't ya even know your
own dick? You're longer than him by at least and inch and a half. Ah!
Here we are."
Daniel brought out a pair of maroon erect cock candles that he
had helped Lawrence cast the week before. Each candle consisted of a
wide base formed from Lawrence's nuts, topped by his six and a half inch
dick shaft and ending in a flaring, flattened strawberry head with a
half inch of white candle wick emerging from the general location of his
pisshole. Lawrence looked at them doubtfully, feeling the length and
mass of the candles, as if in disbelief that they were replicas of his
own dick.
"Sure are beauties. Some lucky guy's gonna enjoy sittin' on
these," winked Daniel.
"Yeah, right." sniffed Lawrence, forcing a smile.
"Listen, dude, you have a fucking beautiful dick! Look at this
curve! Look at the shape of the head!"
Lawrence smiled, but shook his head. "Well thanks, but beauty
doesn't get you very far if it goes limp on you when you need it to be hard."
"Limp? What's this limp shit? Look at these babies, they're
perfectly cast! You stayed hard for the whole half hour in the plaster!"
"Yeah, well I had help," Lawrence laughed. "You and your dirty
mouth talking up a fucking storm. And ...you gave me something to do
with my hands," he blushed.
" 'Course some dudes drive a hard bargain. Won't let me jizz all
over their face unless I agree to do something special for them. I mean
besides making the cast and stuff. I mean like what you asked me to do
standing there with your dick in the plaster cast and my spermy come
crawling all over your face. It was a pleasure, dude, turning around and
bending over with my legs spread to show you my ass. And then you leaned
forward as far as you could and started talking to my asshole as if it
was his. And you buried your jizzed up face in my ass crack and started
lickin' me out like the last part of a dairy queen cone. That's when
you pulled away and told the truth: Jorge, I want to fuck you so bad,
you said. And I said, "Then you'd better tell HIM," That's when the
timer went off, and you unclamped that cast like a pro while begging me
to stay where I was, and then you whipped your schlong out of there all
red and hard and tender and after one touch let out a torrent of horny
counselor spunk and hosed down my ass and thighs. Course I made you lick
it all off. It's only fair."
"I remember." grinned Lawrence. "Mmm. Tasty. But what do you
do with the molds when you're done?"
"Oh., I usually break them up to reuse the plaster. Why, do you
want to keep yours?"
"If I could, to make some other candles later." said Lawrence.
Daniel had to search the cupboard for a moment because the
plaster mold of Lawrence's dick for some reason was not where he had
expected it to be, next to the candles. He found it on the next shelf
down. "Here you go, buddy." he handed the mold to Lawrence.
"Thanks, Daniel," Lawrence said. He examined the mold and picked
at a light tan speck of something clinging to the outer edge of one half
of the plaster blocks. "What's this?" he asked, picking the soft,
flexible material off of the plaster with his fingernail.
Daniel took the bit of material from him and examined it. "I
don't know. It's not wax. It's more like plastic or rubber." He looked
up at Lawrence with an evil grin. "If I didn't have the only key to
this cupboard, I'd say someone else has taken a liking to your dick."
Lawrence gaped at Daniel, puzzled but instantly aroused at his
words. "But who?" was all he could say.
Jorge bounded down the path to the cabin he shared with
Lawrence. The arousal he'd felt back at the latrine was waning even as
he approached the doorway. He felt a pang of guilty disappointment as he
anticipated yet another round of fucking Lawrence's all too familiar ass,
hearing the same rehearsed-sounding groans of pleasure as he would plow
his lover's boypussy,
while at the same time craving the mysterious surprise delights he had
just left behind at the latrine. "The bitch better be stripped and
lubed," he grumbled to himself, "'cause I' wanna get this over with."
Inside, he slammed and locked the door behind him. On his cot
lay Lawrence, naked as peeled banana. He was on his back and had his
legs pulled up and apart, having grabbed them just below the knees. The
pucker of his asshole winked and glistened with lube. He looked pleased
at Jorge's arrival, but the look just irritated Jorge. He was too
irritated to notice the pair of candles burning on the dresser behind
them, too.
"Hi babe. " he muttered, flinging off his shirt, leaving his
white Italian undershirt and gold chain on his chest. He kicked off his
shoes and socks and pulled off his jeans , and his uncut prick swung
stiffly in the fresh air. He strode over to the cot and climbed onto the
mattress on his knees. He slapped Lawrence's ass and ordered him to move
backward. Lawrence quickly complied, and Jorge' stuffed a pillow under
his ass. Lawrence knew that this meant Jorge was going to be rougher
than usual, and that he wanted to finish fast. He gulped and braced
himself, while trying to relax. "Fuck my ass, Jorge. Drill me good, "
he hissed, trying his best to make the event that he knew so well seem
exciting, Even as Jorge positioned his dickhead against his hole and
began his first long thrust. "AHHHHH! " cried Lawrence. "that's it,
Jorge that's it. Yes."
Jorge opened his eyes when he was in all the way and seemed to
glare at his lover. He gave an extra sharp thrust of his hips and
brought his face close to Lawrence's. "Just shut the fuck up, babe, and
relax, " He said. Lawrence closed his eyes and nodded. Jorge
proceeded to fuck him in long hard mechanical strokes. Instead of
kissing Lawrence, as he usually did, he put his head on Lawrence's
shoulder and avoided his lips.
Then he noticed that they were not actually alone after all.
"Jorge, stop" he said, but Jorge didn't stop. It was a habit
they'd fallen into long ago, unchecked. Jorge would ignore what
Lawrence would say and go for what he knew he "really" wanted. Never
mind that he himself was not sure what he wanted anymore, the important
thing was that he keep fucking and get it over with--that the dominant
top man keep fucking the submissive bottom over and over and that the
world continue turning round and round.
The man who'd entered the cabin was quite a striking figure
standing there, buck naked but for a pair of Doc Martens, white socks,
and a leather strap from an archer's quiver crossing his broad, darkly
hairy chest. In one hand he held a large hunting bow, and in the other,
his enormously long erection. Behind him hovered a pair of angelic,
though clearly artificial , white wings. His twinkling brown eyes looked
directly into Lawrence's as he signaled for his silence by raising one
finger to his lips. Wary but curious, Lawrence stopped trying to get
Jorge's attention.
He watched as the real-life cupid reached back and pulled a
single, highly unusual-looking arrow out of his quiver. This arrow,
while ordinary in all other respects, did not have a sharpened
arrowhead. Instead, the shaft terminated with a dildo and balls. Even
from that distance of more than 25 feet, Lawrence recognized the phallus
as having the shape and size of his own cock, and the same tan color of
the rubber trace on his mold. But even as he was making the connection
between this man and the apparent tampering with his candle mold, he was
newly startled by the sight of the big brawny cupid raising the replica
of his dick to his curling lips to kiss it . Then the man slipped the
entire length of the artificial cock into his mouth and throat,
stretching his jaws and keeping his eyes on Lawrence even as he pressed
the rubberized balls against his chin and sucked on the shaft.
After a few moments Lawrence watched the man pull the copy of his
dick back out of his mouth slowly, exposing the shaft as it glistened
with saliva. Smiling conspiratorially, the cupid stud then positioned
the arrow's notch against the center of the bowstring, and began to draw
it back, while taking careful aim. Lawrence gasped as he suddenly
realized the intended target of this pornographic archer.
Jorge raised his head and stopped in mid thrust of his fucking to
blink at his lover. "What are you doing, puta?" he asked in an
expressionless voice.
"Preparing you," Lawrence half-smiled. Like you once prepared
me, he thought to himself.
Jorge, of course, did not understand, but was flustered by the
introduction of ass play into this unexpected context. That Lawrence
seemed to be making some impossible connection to Jorge's presumably
secret latrine pleasures agitated him.
"Preparing me FOR WHAT?" he cried, shoving his prick deep into
Lawrence's ass again and pressing their faces together. Lawrence gasped
at his lover's sudden assault. Then he cried out, as if to Jorge:
"Do it!"
Before Jorge could make the obscene, aggressive reply that
occurred to him, the naked intruder let the arrow fly.
FRIDAY 13" #4 TAKIN' DOWN THE BIG TOP By Stroker Al
During his Christopher Lake camper days, Friday had won every
archery competition he had participated in. In an old footlocker stashed
in the secret place where he slept, he still kept some of the blue
ribbons he'd won for the highest scores. Tonight it proved to be a
blessing for all involved that, as out of practice as he was, his aim
and execution were still top notch.
The shot arrow had flawlessly pierced the bull's eye of it's
intended target. In one neat zinging thrust, Jorge Antonio Lorca had
involuntarily received up his ass the full length and form of his
ordinarily passive lover's erect dick, albeit through a rubber replica.
Lubricated only by sweat and saliva, Lawrence's life-cast dildo had
penetrated his lover's hairy virgin butt with a force that not only hurt
like hell, but which was sufficient to knock him half a dick length
forward in bed. In turn, the impact propelled Jorge's dick further up
Lawrence's ass with equivalent force. Naturally both men cried out from
the pain, directly into each other's faces.
But Lawrence's pain was so familiar that he was able to quickly
recover his pleasure. It had certainly not hurt as much as the first time
Jorge had penetrated him with a couple drops of spit for lube. Jorge's
phallic impalement, however, was a totally new experience for him, and
he was positively howling in discomfort . As soon as he caught his
breath he burst into tears.
"My ass, my damned asshole! What the fuck have you shoved up my
asshole!" He sobbed trying vainly to reach behind him to seize the
instrument of his deflowering.
"I didn't do it, Jorge, honest. Somebody else must have come in here."
"Oh fuck, it's so fuckin huge, it hurts, damn it , it hurts."
Jorge rose back up on his hands and knees and in that position
seemed to get some relief from the pain in his ass. "Take that goddamn
thing out whatever it is," he cried.
Lawrence got behind him and gripped the arrow shaft. He had
barely attempted to pull on it before Jorge cried out, "Don't touch it.
Stop!"
"Okay," he said finally, "Try again . Ow ow ow stop. "
This went on for several minutes. Lawrence would get the arrow
pulled a half an inch or so out of Jorge's rear end, and a command to
stop would come out of his front end. Then, the Latino stud' would groan
with relief as his sphincter muscles drew the arrow-dick all the way back
in.
Lawrence smirked at this confirmation of his suspicion. Jorge
was getting to like this thing up his ass! He looked at his lover on all
fours with the feathered shaft sticking out of his target striped ass,
and was suddenly aware of some surprising impulses. It shocked him to
realize that he enjoyed seeing Jorge presumably helpless and vulnerable
like this. It shocked him even more to look down at his own dick and see
it's rock-hard protrubance from between his legs. He was turned on like
he had never been all summer. His dick knew what it wanted, even if he
didn't, but he was not far from finding out.
Lawrence swallowed and pushed his own real cock firmly inside
Jorge's hole.
At first Lawrence found this game amusing. His macho boyfriend
was holding on to his pride. Nobody fucks him, after all. So why not let
him pretend he's not getting fucked?
But after a while as Lawrence's passion mounted, so did his
irritation at Jorge's increasingly pathetic self-delusion.
"Gimme that arrow, man, give it to me." groaned Jorge.
"Okay...here." gasped Lawrence, picking up the discarded arrow
and thrusting the dildo head in front of Jorge's face as he continued
fucking him. Jorge jerked his head away from the sudden pungent whiff of
his own butt juices on the dildo. "Look at it Jorge." cried Lawrence.
But Jorge kept his eyes closed.
"Look at it, baby," Lawrence grunted, Grabbing Jorge by his thick
short black curls and turning his head back to the dildo. Jorge opened
his eyes and looked.
"Recognize it? " said Lawrence.
Jorge was silent, but for the heavy, rhythmic breathing that accompanied
his rocking reception of Lawrence's probing prick.
"Its my dick, sweetie. You had MY dick up your ass, Jorge.
But not quite the way you do NOW, Lawrence taunted. "Yeah, I know,
nobody fucks you. Well except me! But I'll never tell a soul ...if you
behave."
"You sure talk a lot, " growled Jorge. "Why don't you shut up
and pay attention to what you're doing."
"Oh , you mean fucking you?" Lawrence laughed. " I am paying
attention, dear. Feel it?" he asked, shoving his meat all the way in
with increased force. Jorge gasped and Lawrence took the opportunity to
wedge the rubber dickhead into his mouth. "Now lick your tasty ass juice
off of my dick, baby. Go on. Suck on it, babe. " Jorge bucked up, but
Lawrence rode him like he was a bronco, and held the dildo firmly in
place.
Jorge took the fake Lawrence dick down his throat exactly the way
he was taking Lawrence's real dick up his ass over and over again. He
thought of the latrine again and the reaming of his asshole, the big
turd, the finger -- and how the pleasure of those experiences were all
now being combined and increased tenfold. He fantasized a mystery dick
fucking him through the latrine hole and himself jacking off. At the
same time he fantasized the bogus pud in his mouth as really belonging to
Lawrence, as if his lover had come into the latrine, discovered Jorge's
sedentary fornication and had demanded an oral oath of fidelity from him
in the form of an immediate, sperm-swallowing blow job.
As Jorge's libido boiled higher and higher in this excitement, he
finally approached the point of no return. "Yes. Yes. Uh. Uh. That's
right, fuck it fuck it fuck it oh---", he moaned, tossing aside the
arrow dildo. Lawrence squeezed the hot wet pole of Jorge's Cubano
horsemeat dick and felt him climax in dozens of throbbing pulsating
spasms. Jorge's first mid-fuck cum shot out of his uncut rod and
squirted all over the pillow that lay below his chest on the bed, where
Lawrence's ass had originally been supported. The pungent spermy spunk
from the Latin lover globbed and splattered in thick, wet layers across
the white cotton pillowcase. Jorge gasped in pleasure and looked down in
delight at the huge amount of semen that had pumped out of his prick. He
was sure he had never seen so much of his own come in his life. But as
Jorge leaned down to sniff the sweet, wet penisy aroma of his steamy
jizz, Lawrence reasserted his dominance unexpectedly with a pistoning
dick thrust up his lover's ass, shoving his face into the come-covered
pillow. Jorge's muffled spluttering into the pillow intensified as
Lawrence recommenced pounding his ass and grinding his lover's macho mug
into his own sloppy jockmess.
Lawrence fucked and fucked Jorge's ass, which the vanquished
stud supported obediently in a raised position with the twin tensely
-flexed muscular beams of his hairy Latino thighs. Lawrence began to
intermittently redden those thighs and butt cheeks with brisk slaps of
his palms. Not since Michael Fay had gotten caned in Singapore, he
figured, had a young man's ass gotten such a workout.
Finally Lawrence pulled out of Jorge's tenderized ass with a pop
and flipped his stud lover over onto his back for the crowning touch of
the day's lesson in experience and versatility. He now threw Jorge's
legs apart and up and over his shoulders , clearing the way for him to
bury his manfucker once more into Jorge's now totally unresisting,
devirginalized cocksman's cunthole. As Lawrence commenced this
home-stretch face to face fuck with Jorge, his railroad spike of a prick
steeled all the more by the hot acknowledgment of the irony of how he was
topping Jorge at last in the Latino stud's favorite position of conquest.
"Oh Jorge, your ass feels so good inside, " he hissed, grinning
broader with each intensifying thrust. "So velvety smooth in there, it
makes me feel like the luckiest man on earth."
His once angry dick slowly relaxed and was gradually expelled in
it's softening state by Jorge's recovering ass muscles. He rolled off of
Jorge and lay next to him on the bed, exhausted.
He glowed while reflecting over his shattering conquest of
Jorge's Machismo, even as he acknowledged to himself what hell there
would be to pay--and sooner than might be comfortable. He had no
regrets. Jorge had been a superb fuck, after all -- better than he'd
dared to dream.
"Lawrence, dear," came Jorge's calm but slightly hard-edged voice
at last. "I have something for you. Don't move. Keep your eyes closed.
Just relax and open your mouth."
Lawrence chuckled , leaned over to kiss his lover's shoulder. "Okay"
He heard the sound that a dick makes when it enters and then
pulls out of a man's butt. A long, drawn out smacking, crackling wet
sound. " Open Wide," said Jorge, and Lawrence obeyed as was his
habit. He'd always wondered when watching it happen it certain porn
movies what it would be like to suck your own cock, and with the
introduction into his mouth and throat by Jorge's "surprise", Lawrence
came as close to knowing as he ever would.
Look for further tales of Friday 13"
(see also a raunch alternative ending to this story (Big Top) posted in alt.sex.stories)
To the alt.sex.stories reader:
This is an alternative ending to the 4th in a series of stories
dealing mainly with male
to male sexuality, though the series will contain some male/female sex
and the thoughts, fantasies and activities of bisexual characters as well.
Foreword:
As Mark finished relating his Friday legend, Jim and the boys
blinked at him in stunned wide-eyed and semen-fisted silence. Every one
of them to a man, even the homophobic Mickey, had shot off urgent,
copious comeloads at the climax of the tale.
"What happened next?" asked Chad, still somewhat out of breath
from coming.
Mark shrugged. "I don't know. I suppose they continued fucking
the new way until they got tired of it and changed back."
"What, you mean the Cubano let his puta get away with packing his
shit?" cried Mickey. "I thought there was supposed to be hell to pay?"
Mark frowned. "Well, I thought it was pretty clear that he found
out that he liked getting fucked after all. There was nothing to pay back
after all. "
"What do you mean?" piped in Tom. "What about his macho pride?"
"Yeah, and what about the big turd he never got to unload?"
laughed Eddy.
Mark chuckled to himself. These guys couldn't seem to imagine
anything worse on earth than gettin fucked. They were bigger cartoons
than Jorge, it seemed. Yet on the other hand--so to speak-- a couple of
them, Jimbo included, had been discreetly fingering their own assholes
during most of the second half of the story. Slightly hypocritical, he
mused. Not to mention their fixation on shit when referring to anal
sex. He'd never heard them cringing about about blood, smegma or urine
when rattling on about women's twats, after all. Still, he had to admit
to himself that the story had presented Jorge's daily shit as a
significant aspect of his life, and that in that respect at least it had
ended without all things being resolved. An idea struck him then, and he
smiled, somewhat contemptously.
"I just remembered, guys," he said. "There WAS a little more to
the story."
Jorge then withdrew the dildo arrow and moved it down Lawrence's
naked front until he reached yet another target for it to pierce. "How
about a flavor comparison, " he suggested. Lawrence let him thrust the
dildohead arrow in and out of his ass a few times and bring it up in
front of his face. "Try it, babe. I'm telling you, your own is always
the tastiest."
Jorge handed Lawrence the arrow. "Okay. Now fuck yourself." he
smiled.
Lawrence laughed. Then he reached down, spread his legs and
reintroduced the rubber mock-up of his own dick into his ass. Then he
slowly began to pull the arrow out and push it back in. Jorge climbed
up over him straddling his chest and downstretched arms.
"Today I went to the latrine out in the west woods, and I had
something very interesting happen. I pulled down my pants and was buck
ass naked like I am now, and I sat down on the stool and was about to lay
down a major turd when all the sudden something stopped me."
"What was it?" asked Lawrence, smiling blissfully below his
baby, moving his own dickshape in and out of his asshole.
"I cant tell you, " he said coyly. "But I could show you."
"Okay, show me. "
"Only if you beg, 'pretty please, Jorge, show me what the horny
hungry man did to you in the latrine.'"
"Pretty please, babe."
"Only if you promise to do to me what he did, and don't stop
until I say you can," Jorge teased.
"I promise. Show me what he did."
Meanwhile, the face sitter above him reveled in the enthusiastic
reaming assault on his asshole. He recalled the latrine scene once
again, and this time was nearly convinced that he was actually back in
the there getting rimmed, but oh, this was SO much better. His little
asslick of a boyfriend outrimmed the anonymous buttkisser by a mile.
"Well, you said you wanted to fully experience my ass, eh?" he
cooed. " Are you satisfied now ?"
"Mmmmmffff." Lawrence slurped.
It was then that Jorge felt the low rumble in his abs that was
the natural aftermath of getting fucked, but which he, of course,
didn't immediately recognize due to lack of experience. But as he felt
the thrilling rush of movement through his intestines, he got a sudden
mental glimpse of Lawrence leaping out of bed to run to the latrine as
hehad needed to do on many occasions after being fucked by Jorge. The
very first time they'd fucked this summer, Jorge had followed Lawrence to
the latrine and had stopped outside to listen to his lover explosively
expell rockets of compressed air and sludgy shit out of his ass and into
the latrine. It dawned on Jorge that in a matter of seconds he himself
was going to experience the very same thing.
He grinned and closed his eyes, exposing his rows of bright white
teeth. He imagined Lawrence and himself facing each other in a sitting
position with their bare ass holes over two adjacent openings in the
wooden bench. They would lean toward each other, kissing deeply, their
legs intertwined. And together they would let their post-fuck ass loads
go in a noisy, splattery cascade. What a beautiful thing that would be
to share!
"Ever hear of Montezuma's revenge, puta?" Jorge asked, as he
released his king sized dump into Lawrence's mouth.
It was a rhetorical question, of course, since Lawrence was in no
condition to reply.
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