From: an179397@anon.penet.fi (Stroker Al)
Reply-To: an179397@anon.penet.fi
Date: Mon, 10 Apr 1995 05:09:57 UTC
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.
Once inside, he'd forgotten about it, and stood in front of the
latrine bench, where he'd pulled his cuffed jeans shorts and Calvin
Kleins down around his ankles and settled his firm, compact, light brown
ass down onto the worn, soft wooden edges of the latrine hole. The hole
was just big enough to spread his cheeks slightly as he'd sat down on
it, while being small enough to give no sensation of any danger of
falling through, as he'd always had in latrines as a child.
The smooth contact of the wood on his bare ass flesh, the slight
spread of his cheeks had signaled his colon for the event he'd
anticipated. He'd relaxed his heretofore tensed ass muscles and waited
for the exquisite sensation to begin. Then the man-sized turd that
represented his huge dinner from the night before began to squeeze itself
through the threshold of Jorge's outermost sphincter ring. He'd tensed
his asshole for a moment, to savor the weight and pressure of the mass of
waste matter that hung there, solidly and firmly. He'd always liked to
put the moment off for a few seconds. It added to the overall pleasure
when gravity, and the action of his colon lining conspired to finally
expel the mighty hunk of shit from his body. At last he'd surrendered to
the inevitable and let his big warm turd slide out of his ass with a wet
crackling sound to plunge below to the rank pool of filth and water .
"Ahhhh!" Jorge had said out loud, as he'd always done as a child, in
celebration of the unique private pleasure of taking a dump. It was
better than sex, he admitted to himself each time. At least better than
sex had become with Lawrence, he' remembered thinking. He was becoming
so fucking bored with their sex, but couldn't imagine what to do about it.
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.
"Yeah, queer boy, eat my shit out good," he'd murmured, winking
his asshole with the sensation. He'd tried to get a glimpse of the face
below without disengaging, but it was impossible, especially with his
balls and his now burgeoning dick in the way. Giving up at last, he'd
finally just relaxed and beaten off for the duration of the rim job. As
soon as he'd cried out in orgasm, the tongue had disengaged and the
secret rim jobber and taken off into the woods.
This week, the tongue was back. Only this time it started
working on him before he had had a chance to enjoy dumping his daily
macho turd. Jorge started to jack himself off when the tongue began its
dance around his asshole, but upon remembering his promise to fuck
Lawrence less than an hour from that moment, he held back from orgasm.
Still, he was able to savor the incredible sensations of being eaten out
by this unknown and invisible stranger.
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.
Fingertips were where Jorge drew the line, because to him, it
wasn't technically penetration. In fact, far from begrudging any of his
bed mates' simple curiosity about just how tight his macho asshole was,
Jorge welcomed these awed little digital probings of his unconquered
rectal walls. It made for a pleasing contrast to the delicious moment
when he would start shoving his hard on, lubricated only by a handful of
spit, into their assholes.
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.
Jorge thought about sitting there for a while longer to enjoy his
dump, but a glance at his watch told him that he would be late back if he
didn't leave immediately. He barely daubed his ass with toilet paper,
since it had already been licked clean. He passed his hand lightly over
his hard ass cheeks but they already were dry. Whatever had been applied
had either evaporated or soaked in already. If there'd been a mirror in
the latrine he would have examined his ass in it carefully, but there was
not. A second later it was covered in soft, light blue denim. As be
buckled up and left the latrine he wondered anew who this asslicker could
be. Surely it was a guy, and certainly one of the counselors and not a
camper--no kid could be that depraved.
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.
"Well who doesn't need help, buddy? Nothing real fuckin' sexy
about the arts and crafts hut, is there? How's a dude gonna get his
woody on and keep it up If I don't start talking him up and find out what
makes his fucking balls spin? Gotta drag it out of some dudes, you know,
the shy fuckers like you, who think they're gonna shock me if I find out
what they secretly wanna do with their counselor buddies. But when I
find out, pal I let you hear about it. I rub your face in it, dude,
cause you want it worse than you'd ever admit. Gotta do extra with some
of them, like you, too. Gotta whip out my own bone and let ya stroke it
up with my casting Vaseline.
" '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.
Lawrence lay there taking Jorge's dick up his ass, and finally
opened his eyes to look at the empty room. As empty as their
relationship, he mused. This was absolutely it. If he wasn't so used to
submitting, he'd have stopped him right then and there.
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.
In the mirror above the tall chest of drawers, where on other
occasions Lawrence had absently watched the reflection of his lover
pistoning away on top of him, his attention was drawn to a series of
bright red concentric circles of magic marker that had somehow appeared
on Jorge's churning ass. The circles clearly formed a target, for which
Jorge's tight, macho unfucked asshole served as the bull's eye.
The cupid was now taking careful aim, having drawn the arrow all
the way back and tensed the bow. Lawrence noted that the quiver had
contained only this one arrow, so that what ever happened, the archer
was only going to get one chance to hit his mark. It was at that moment,
while contemplating the pain Jorge would feel getting a phallus thrust up
his ass with such sudden force, that Lawrence decided he had to intervene
on his lover's behalf. He put a hand to his mouth and spat into it.
Then he reached his hand down to Jorge's ass crack and applied the spit
to the pucker of his hole.
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
(PART 2 OF 2)
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's own much larger dick quickly deflated to a limp state and
popped out of Lawrence's ass as he floundered there, alternately trying
to rise to his knees and falling forward. Lawrence then shook off his
amazed fascination with the scene and leapt up to help his pained lover.
"Hold still, I'll get it."
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.
At some point Jorge had stopped crying, though there continued to
be pain in his commands of Lawrence's movement. But Lawrence noticed
that Jorge's ass seemed to be loosening up some, so that the arrow was
moving more freely inside, and that he could get it farther out with each
attempt. It began to seem that his lover was needlessly delaying the
extraction of the arrow by intentionally tightening his ass muscles. His
sighs of relief when Lawrence would let go began to sound like sounds of
pleasure. Once, he pulled the dick arrow more than half way out before
Jorge told him to stop. This time, the tension of Jorge's ass muscles was
insufficient to draw the dildo all the way back in, and the cupid arrow
hovered there, threatening to begin sliding back out from it's own
weight. But instead of seizing the opportunity to unplug Jorge's ass,
Lawrence gently pushed the arrow back in. "Yes." Jorge hissed between
his teeth.
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.
Then tentatively, he started playing with Jorge. Just a little at
first, to see how far he could go. He gently began to move the arrow in
and out of Jorge's ass while talking low and softly to him.
"There, baby, there. Just relax. I've got it. It take it out
nice and slowly. I'll take my time."
He moved up directly behind Jorge so he could lean over
his back and rub his neck and wipe his sweating brow as he manipulated
the arrow. Soon he became convinced that Jorge had completely crossed
the threshold between pain and pleasure, though neither of them
acknowledged it. Lawrence would work the dildo-head arrow firmly in and
out as Jorge rocked his ass to the rhythm. Jorge was keeping his eyes
closed now and mostly groaning. One or two times Lawrence pulled the
arrow all the way out, and Jorge backed his ass into it again, so that
Lawrence could reinsert it. Jorge's asshole was now completely worked up
with sweat and butt juices, and the fake dick penetrated him smoothly and
rapidly .
Finally, Lawrence's dick asserted itself in Lawrence's brain. He
removed the arrow one more time, and while Jorge waited for him to stick
it back in, he set down the arrow, spat into one hand and spread the
saliva over his own hard prick. "Put it back inside me, babe," Jorge
murmured quietly, with a tinge of embarrassment and impatience. "Are you
sure?" Lawrence asked him as he positioned his warm, wet real dickhead
against the now slippery pucker of Jorge's asshole.
"Yeah. Put it back in." Jorge said without looking back.
Lawrence swallowed and pushed his own real cock firmly inside
Jorge's hole.
Although it was plausible during this and the first few following
thrusts of Lawrence's cock that Jorge might not have been aware that a
switch had taken place (since Lawrence initially kept his body from
pressing against Jorge), it didn't take long till the fact of Jorge's
getting fucked was unmistakable. For once Lawrence felt the pleasure of
finally probing his boyfriend's hot Latino ass his caution evaporated and
he was soon fucking the stud in earnest. His chest, balls and thighs now
rubbed against Jorge with every thrust, and he began to pant with
pleasure. Jorge even began to grind his conquered ass back against
Lawrence's thrusts, though without openly acknowledging that a real dick
was drilling his pussy now.
"Yeah, slide that arrow in and out. Yeah, give me that fuckin'
dildo. Yeah, that feels great." he hissed.
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.
Finally Jorge managed to wrest the arrow dildo from Lawrence's
grip, but instead of throwing it aside, he stunned his lover by
voluntarily proceeding to suck on it.
"Yeah, that's right, baby. Lick the taste of your pussy ass
right off of my dick." Lawrence was uncertain which of them was the most
turned on by this reversal. Jorge was hard as a rock again and Lawrence
began jacking him.
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."
As an answer, Jorge just scrunched his semen-slathered face and
gritted his horse mouth full of teeth through his come-saturated goatee
that was already stiffening as if it had been moussed. Lawrence rubbed
his hands flat all up and down Jorge's smooth brown chest, twisting his
hard tits, hiking his Italian undershirt all the way up to his arm pits,
so that the beautifully built stud's languishing under his fucking
resembled the ecstasy of Michelangelo's Dying Captive.
It was in this position that Lawrence, after some 15 minutes of
manfucking, came inside Jorge's ass for the first, but OH BABY, NOT the
LAST time.
"I'm hosing you Jorge, " he moaned. " Oh, yessss, take my
twinkie dick filling up that broken wild stallion ass, baby. Oh yeah,
I'm fucking you baby, like this like this, oh yessssssssss. ohhhh!"
As his spermy semen squirted up inside and then crawled down
Jorge's quivering ass canal, Lawrence gasped and bit down on Jorge's
tongue, which he had drawn greedily into his mouth . He writhed and
thrashed on top of Jorge for a full minute until every burst of passion
and every drop of nut cream had been wrung from his body.
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.
Later the boys looked at each other, exhausted, and realized that
they had fallen in love all over again: Jorge with being fucked and
rimmed, and Lawrence with Jorge's tight asshole . Give and take became
the defining principle of the relationship from that day forward.
Lawrence giving it and Jorge takin it.....for now.
* * *
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.
Jim made a face as he wiped come off of his right wrist with a
towel. "Poor guy. I can't imagine all of that could have felt very
good. I guess I, too, was expecting him to take some kind of revenge."
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."
APOCRYPHAL ALTERNATIVE RAUNCH ENDING TO TAKIN' DOWN THE BIG TOP
"Now that we're sharing ALL of our experiences, babe," said Jorge
as he made Lawrence suck on the rubber copy of his own erection, freshly
pulled from the Latino's ass, " I wanted to make sure you didn't miss out
on any of the delights I've tasted this evening. How does your come
taste mixed up with my butt juice, by the way?" he inquired with
perverse sincerity.
"Tayfttty!" Lawrence spluttered.
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."
Once again Lawrence did as he was told, and had to agree that
Jorge was right about this point.
"Now Lawrence, " Jorge continued after withdrawing the arrow, and
looking into Lawrence's now open eyes. "I want to share with you one
other sexual experience that I had today, but I'd like to ask a favor of
you before I demonstrate. "
"Anything," sighed Lawrence, who felt certain that reciprocity
would now forever sweeten every humiliation.
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."
"Okay, babe. But don't stop till I tell you to." Jorge said,
moving up to straddle Lawrence's neck in a squatting position. His big
meatpole was hardening again with anticipation and it bounced against
Lawrence's face. Lawrence swiped at it triumphantly with his tongue,
supposing wrongly that dick sucking was next on the agenda. But then
Jorge smiled wickedly and inched forward until nothing but Lawrence's
eyes and forehead appeared to him below his dick and between his
squatting thighs. The eyes widened as he lowered the saucy, spunk-oozing
crack of his ass down to cover Lawrence's mouth.
The recent conqueror whose face Jorge was now sitting upon put
up a brief resistance, clamping his jaws shut and keeping his lips
sealed, but soon yielded to the piquant inevitability of the supremely
messy rim job that was now being demanded of him. The ring of course,
curly hair surrounding the Latino's asshole chafed Lawrence's lips as
they parted to accept the flood of savory sex sludge of butt and cock
juices that flowed from the manpussy above him. Lawrence started tonguing
that pungent, dripping screwhole and lapping up rivers of his own
fuckload of come, Jorge's efluviant butt sauce and salty sex sweat.
He ate out his lover's ass a good five minutes before ingesting
every trace of his buttfucker semen. By then the strong flavors had
diluted and waned down to the bland wetness of Jorge's naked asshole
walls. So he probed his tongue deeper, hoping to catch some trailing
trickle, some tasty morsel he'd overlooked in his probing.
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!
At that moment, Jorge's actual shit load, enormous, mashed and
packed through what had seemed like hours of fucking, reached the stud's
anus. With intense pleasure Jorge'looked down between his thighs to
watch Lawrence's eyes pop open wider than he'd ever seen them before.
"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.
***
Look for further adventures of Friday 13"