Date: Sat, 9 Oct 1999 17:33:42 -0400 (EDT)
From: Jay Stud <jay_stud@writeme.com>
Subject: Hard and Straight

This story is a composite of my personal experience.  I hope you enjoy it.


Hard and Straight

Summers were humid in my hometown of Cleveland, OH.  I was showering after
dinner, preparing for a party thrown by my old friend, Nick.  Nick was a
party animal.  We were thrown together by our circumstances and remained
friends throughout grade school and high school.  Nick knew how to get the
girls, and he constantly talked about sex.  I didn't have much to talk
about, I was 19 and still a virgin.  I guess the girls didn't have much use
for me.  Maybe it was a lack of self-confidence or something.  At any rate,
I was going to one of Nick's parties, and the night held great promise.

I was fantasizing about what might happen, and had to release some sexual
tension.  I gripped Mr. Tubesteak with my left hand, and encircled his head
with the other.  I imagined the hot honeys that would be coming to see
Nick, and meet guys.  I imagined holding a young thing close to me and
grinding out a slow dance, ending in a passionate embrace, and a trip to
the back seat.  I wanted nothing but a hard, straight meaningless fuck with
someone I would never see again.  I wanted a receptacle, not a
relationship.

Jacking off was a great release for me.  I had years of experience, and
developed pretty good control of my ejaculations.  My father used to warn
me that excessive masturbation would cause premature ejaculation, in order
to discourage me.  I went right to work trying to control my ejaculations.
I learned what worked, which is great, because I can enjoy a long, slow
jack, or get off quick and dirty.  Whatever the occasion calls for.

Mr. Tubesteak rose to the occasion, straining for all he is worth.  My cock
is a decent 6-1/2 " long and 6" in circumference.  The thickness is what is
really impressive to me.  I would fantasize about getting into hot holes
that would have a hard time taking it.  I would have to lube up and go
really slow and gentle.  But after getting in, I would bang away, spoiling
that hot hole for everyone else but me.  I really got off thinking about
tight young girls.  There was one girl in particular, who was a frequent
guest in my fantasies.  Susan stood just under 5' tall.  She had a
pre-pubescent gymnast's body, even though she was just one year behind me
in high school.  I used to imagine her sitting on the edge of a table while
I patiently worked my tool into her tight hole.  I would practically split
her in half.  I would pick her up and hold her tightly while she wraps her
legs around my waist and rams her fuck hole down on my throbbing cock.

After bringing myself to a satisfying conclusion, I toweled off, dressed
carefully, and headed out.  Nick lived at home with his mom and her new
husband.  It was nice to see her happy again, after struggling for so many
years.  The party was outside in the backyard, and it was rocking.

Nick said "Hi Jay," and offered me a beer.  Everyone seemed to know one
another, so I kept to myself.  Nick returned with a couple of girls to meet
me.  We exchanged pleasantries and talked for a while.  They weren't
exactly lunging for my cock, and I didn't quite know how to engage one
without offending the other.  A good song started playing, and they drifted
off to dance together.

I drifted toward the keg, and hung out with Nick and a few other guys who
were talking about cars.  One of the guys happened to be Peter Colarocchio,
a guy that I went to grade school with.  He was a hard-ass bully, who
delighted in humiliating me.  I guess it was just his way of making
friends, or something.  He was an athlete, and I wasn't.  He had physical
beauty, and I didn't.  I admired him, and I wanted to be like him in every
way, except for his mean streak.  He was a jerk, and he loved to abuse
people who couldn't retaliate.

Anyway, he said "Hi," and remarked, "Hey Jay, ya didn't turn out too bad."

I said, "Yeah, thanks."

Like how was I supposed to respond?  I wasn't the wimp from 8th grade
anymore.  I had been working out myself, and I liked what I saw in the
mirror.  I could stand next to Pete now, and not be ashamed .  We were both
studs, just different.  I had been working out, and had a frame well
adapted to it.  I was shorter than Pete, 5' 7", with a 44" chest, and a 31"
waist.  My body was really responding to the weights, and I sported a nice
v-shaped torso.  The guys at the gym playfully teased that my tits were
bigger that their girlfriend's.  My ass received its share of compliments
too, especially when it was packed into a pair of Jordache (this was the
80s.)  I stayed away from tight jeans though, because I couldn't show my
cock off like other guys.  Some guys just seemed to hang so well.  My cock
liked to hide when it wasn't being summoned to service.  Maybe that's why I
didn't catch the attention of the girls.  Like so many things, I only
wished that I had started pumping iron earlier.

Pete was tall and lean, with dark features.  His muscles were cut and
sharply defined from years of sports.  I noticed how the muscles in his
forearm rippled as he gestured.  And how his neck was too thick for his
shirt collar.  He had large callused hands which seemed out of place on his
graceful, athletic frame.  They did match his bulging crotch, though.  His
jeans were faded and worn in spots.  The denim molded to his trim ass,
sculpted quads, and snugly held his basket.  You could easily make out the
shape of his cock head.

The set of songs was over, and one of the girls I'd talked to earlier
wandered back to say "Hi."  Her name was Jolene, and she had a nice smile.

"My friend and I are here to blow off some steam after finals, how about
you?"  I shared how Nick and I had grown up together, and how we stuck
together even though we're so different.

"Nick's a sex hound, isn't he?" she said.

"Yeah, that's the part of him I wish I was more like," I said.

"You're a good looking guy, she replied, you could probably have anyone you
wanted."

"I don't want anyone, just someone pretty and smart, like you, Jolene."

She blushed.  She was so sweet, and she had that gymnast body that I loved.
She was wearing a leotard with tight jeans.  She was lean and tight.

"That's really sweet, she said, is there anywhere we can be alone?"

Jolene said good-bye to her friend and we headed out for a drive.  We
parked at the end of a dead end street down by Lake Erie, and walked down
to a secluded beach.  Her short hair glistened in the moonlight.  We walked
and talked about our hopes and our dreams.  Jolene was studying to be a
nurse, and she hoped to work in maternity.  I told her that she was kind
and compassionate, and that she would make a great caregiver.

The night air by the lake was getting chilly, and Jolene was not dressed
for the weather.  I hugged her to warm her, and felt the goose pimples up
and down her arms.

"Oooohh, you're giving me chills," she said.

"Let me warm you up."  I gently kissed her trembling lips, and hugged her
in a warm embrace.  Her hands roamed around my chest and abs as she tried
to warm them.

"Mmmmm, if you want to warm your hands, pull my shirt up," I offered.  She
pulled my shirt out of my pants, and put her cold hands up my shirt.  She
caressed my chest, and my nipples hardened from the cold.

"Whew! You need to be warmed up!" I exclaimed.

"Hold me tighter," she said breathlessly.

"You know, the sand is still warm," I mentioned.

We slid to the ground in one long passionate kiss.  My tongue explored her
mouth, and I kissed her neck as she massaged my pecs and abs and shoulders
underneath my shirt.  The warm sand was a welcome change from the cold
night air.

"Jolene, I want to heat you up all over," I said as I pressed my full
weight against her.

With the warm sand below, and my hot body on top, Jolene relaxed and became
more passionate in her kissing.  She raised my shirt and kissed my chest,
sucking my nipples.  I was becoming extremely aroused as my cock began to
throb.  I pushed my throbbing cock into her groin, and pulled my shirt off.
She came up to meet my lips in another long passionate embrace.

Her hands found my pants, and she began working the buttons on my 501s.
Her hand slipped into my shorts, and grabbed Mr. Tubesteak, who was ready
to come out and play.

"Jolene, tell me what you want me to do," I asked.  I was sure I could
pleasure her, bur I wanted her to tell me what pleased her.  She seemed to
be very confident as she polished my flagpole.

"I want you to do me hard and straight," she said.  "No bullshit, just a
hard, straight fuck."  It was the first time she swore in front of me.  I
was impressed.  I loved her assertiveness.

I kissed her lovingly around her neck as she continued to pump my cock.
Her grip was not as rough as mine, but it was still pleasurable.  I pulled
the straps of her leotard off her shoulders and down.  She helped by
pulling it down to expose her breasts.  They were beautiful firm little
breasts that hugged her ribcage.  Her nipples were erect, as much from the
arousal as the weather.  I lightly brushed her nipples with my lips.  She
pushed my head down on her breast, and I took as much of it in my mouth as
It was able.  It was luscious.  I loved the fresh smell of her hot, tight
little body.

As I roamed her breasts, neck and face with my mouth, I worked on her
pants.  Again, Jolene assisted, taking off the leotard and the jeans in one
fell swoop.  Her skin was milky white and smooth to the touch.  She seemed
so fragile, like a doll.  I explored her beautiful smooth body with my
hands, stopping to admire the different aspects of it.  I moved my hand up
her thigh to her snatch.  I didn't quite know what to do, but I felt her
slit with my index finger.  She was hot and moist.  She opened her legs to
allow me easy access.  As I massaged her moist slit, she moaned with
approval.  Guessing that she was ready for the main man, I carefully
mounted her.

I guided my cock to her slit with my hand.  Jolene, sensing that I was
hesitant, grabbed my hips to guide me forward.  She raised her hips to meet
me as I pressed the head of my cock against her pussy.  "Ooohhh, take it
slow big boy, just rub your cock against my pussy for a minute. Give her a
chance to get the juices flowing."  I gently rimmed her slit, trying to
control myself with the wild anticipation of soon being inside her.  When
she was ready she raised her hips again and motioned for me to enter.  The
head of my cock penetrated with a little effort.  The sensation was
outrageous!  It felt so good, and she was so tight.

"I don't do this very often," said Jolene, "but I know you're the man to
break me in again."  I promised that she would not be disappointed.

My cock, thick as it is, was slow going.  I needed to push a little, work
it around, and push a little more.  She was moist, and she worked her pussy
lips with her fingers to keep me lubed as I penetrated.  She moaned with
delight as I pushed a little deeper.  She seemed to get equal pleasure from
her diddling As my cock moved deeper, and thicker, she moaned "Oooohhh,
Nick."  I didn't let on, but FYI, Nick was not in the house, Jay was.
Undeterred, I resolved to give her the hard, straight fuck she asked for.

Just a few more inches, and I was in, buried to my balls.  I continued to
work it around as Jolene rocked her hips up and down.  Her intensity
increased as she began to rock harder and moan louder.

She whimpered, "Oooohhh, Nick, fuck me harder, keep it goin big boy."

I kept my rhythm going as she squealed with delight as an orgasm rushed
over her.  When she quieted down, I increased my intensity.  Just a few
more strokes, and I was shooting my wad.

We laid still for what seemed like an eternity listening to the waves
lapping up on the shore.  The sweat of our bodies mingling between us.  The
cool breeze on my back.  I was spent and very satisfied.  I got up on my
knees, helped Jolene gather her clothes, and got myself dressed.  We walked
back up the hill to the car headed out.

Jolene made an excuse that she had to go back to Nick's house to see her
friend, so we returned to the party.  When we returned, the party was
quieting down.  Only a few people were left, and Jolene's friend didn't
appear to be around.

I offered to take her home, but she said, "That's OK, I'll find a way
home-thanks."

"Can I call you?" I asked.

"I'll call you, OK?" Jolene responded.

As I left, I saw Jolene talking to Nick.  Maybe she needed a little
warm-up for "Nick at Nite."  Good for her, I thought to myself, I was out
looking for a receptacle, and that's what I got.  Women can play that game
too.  I did get a good fuck out of it.  I just wish my cherry didn't go to
some flighty bimbo.

On my way back to the car, there were a few guys arguing in the street.  It
turned out, they were trying to take Peter Colarocchio's car keys away from
him.  He was loaded, and he'd never make it driving.  His girlfriend,
Grace, was with him, and the argument had something to do with Pete not
wanting Grace to drive his precious car.  The guys weren't a lot of help,
and Grace walked away, distraught.

As Grace passed me, I asked if I could help.  She didn't know what to do,
so I offered to take both of them home.  "Don't worry," I reassured her, "I
know how to talk to Pete."  I put Grace in my car, and went back to deal
with Pete.

I wasn't sure what I was going to say to Pete as I approached him.  He was
a bull-headed jerk on just about everything.

"Pete, hey bud, I've got Grace in my car, let's go."

"What the fuck are you doing with my girlfriend in your car?" he shouted.

"You can kick my ass later," I replied as I walked away.

I pulled up next to Pete and his prized car on the way out.

"Nice car bud, I'd hate to see you wreck it.  C'mon let's live to see
another day, OK?"

Pete piled in the back seat without another word.  He passed out a few
minutes later.  The ride home was quiet.  Grace was obviously angry with
Pete for drinking like a slob, and the only conversation was to get
directions.

When we reached her house, I parked on the street.  I walked around the car
and opened the door for her.  She was a little unsteady herself, and I had
to help her up.

"Grace, I'm glad that I was there to help you, and that you made it home
safely."

I reassured her that I'd get Pete home safely.  She thanked me and gave me
a hug.

"Walk me to the back door?" she asked.

Grace led the way toward the back door and spun on her heel as we reached
the patio.  She threw her arms around me in a passionate kiss.  Our lips
melted together as we explored each others bodies.  I grabbed her tight ass
cheeks and humped my hot rod against her shapely hip.  She unbuttoned my
501s and groped for my throbbing member.  The pearl buttons on her
short-cropped cashmere sweater opened easily to reveal firm and ample
breasts.  She wore a strapless push-up lace bra.  Her breasts were spilling
out of the half-cups She shuddered as I cupped her breast in my hand my
mouth explored the cavity between her mounds.  She was obviously primed and
ready for action.  Her hand found its intended target, and she pulled my
jeans off my ass with her other hand.  I was standing before her bare-assed
with a full erection looking straight at her and my jeans halfway down my
thighs.

She was a horny bitch, and she knew exactly what she wanted.  Her miniskirt
hit the ground and her bra and panties shortly after.  She left her
cashmere sweater on, draping off her shoulders and framing her breasts in
the most sensuous way.  The light from the back door reflected off her
smooth olive skin and played with her beautiful flowing dark locks.  In one
fluid motion, she laid back on the edge of the picnic table, and rested her
ankles on my shoulders.

"Go to it nice boy!" she shouted.

I pushed my cock toward her hole unsure of what I would find.  Her pussy
was really moist, and my cock pressed easily past her pussy lips.  She
moaned as my head lodged in her hole.  I pushed in slowly, wanting to savor
the fantastic sensation.  She thrust her hips toward me in a frenzy,
wanting me to fill her hole.  I kept applying steady pressure, as her hot
pussy swallowed my engorged cock.  My cock is wider in the middle than at
the head, so her cunt lips got tighter as I inched inward.  I stopped
half-way in, where my cock is widest.  It was wild to look down and see my
cock stretching those moist, luscious lips.  I leaned in to lick her
nipples and kiss her breasts as I slowly moved my hips twisting my cock
around inside her.  It was driving her wild!  She let out a low gutteral
moan followed by a quick breath.  Suddenly she started undulating rapidly
pumping my cock as her pussy got tighter.  She moaned in sweet release and
shoved her pussy the rest of the way down my cock.

After we got that out of the way, she started to relax.  We moved together
in a slow easy rhythm, just enjoying the feeling of my cock buried inside
her.  It was only a couple minutes before she started building to another
climax.  She pulled me closer, and my cock was buried all the way up to my
balls.  She grabbed my ass and dug in with her fingernails, holding me in
place.

"Don't move," she rasped as she started the uncontrollable undulation once
more.  Hey, I'm just enjoying the ride, I thought to myself, as she peaked
once again.  Her breasts were pressed against my chest as her whole body
writhed in ecstasy.

After she recovered, I kissed her passionately, still holding my engorged
cock all the way inside her.  As I tongued her beautiful mouth, we were as
close physically as a man and woman could possibly be.  She broke off the
long wandering kiss and remarked,

"Hey, this can't go on all night! When are you going to get off.?"

"I'm just enjoying you, baby," I replied.

"Well, I've had enough for two women, and I've got to get up in the
morning!"

I was surprised by my staying power.  My daily jack-off sessions had held
me in good stead.  I was a career masturbater, and this bitch's pussy
wasn't rough enough to get me off.

I continued my grinding motion as I said, "I'm sorry baby, if you wanted
quick and dirty, you should have mounted Pete in the car.  Of course, he's
passed out and couldn't raise his eyebrows, much less his manhood."

I insulted her man.  She looked pissed and was freezing up fast.  I
finished up just as well as I could, withdrew, and pulled up my pants
stuffing my rock hard sausage inside.  I couldn't button them so I just
draped my shirt outside.

"You're an awesome ride, Grace.  Let's do it again, anytime."  I walked
away as she hurriedly pulled herself together to go inside.  She looked
hurt, like she just wanted someone to love her, and the orgasms just
weren't satisfying her.  Her relationship with Pete was obviously painful.
He wouldn't control his drinking and be the kind of man that would treat
her like a lady.  Instead he had to depend on me, some punk kid he knew
from grade school to chauffeur him and his beautiful girlfriend home.
Grace's night came to a disappointing end like many others, I could
imagine.


She looked back and replied brokenly, "thanks for bringing me home."

"My pleasure," I said, as I quickly stepped toward her and gave her a peck
on the cheek.  She seemed really sweet as she fumbled for her house key,
and let herself in.  I waited until she was safely inside, and then made my
way down the drive to my car.  My nuts were killing me.  I was going to
blow a load at the earliest possible moment.

Pete was on all fours on the front lawn.  He was heaving, and looked like
he had puked up the lining in his stomach.  I offered him a hand up, but he
stumbled back to the ground.  He sat upright, and I stood behind him,
straddling him and reaching under his arms. My cock was poking out of my
shorts, and leaning over was uncomfortable. I tried to pull Pete to his
feet, and with his little help, he managed to stand up and lean against me.
Not sure how to proceed, we stood there, Pete leaning practically the full
force of his weight against me, his head flopped over my shoulder.

I moved my hands from underneath his arms to hold him steady, one arm
wrapped around his waist, and the other cradling his chest.  My throbbing
cock was now pressing into his hard ass.  I was surprised that he was in
such good shape, given his binge drinking.  I always admired him, even as
early as 7th and 8th grade.  Pete was a natural athlete, and his rock hard
abs and pumped chest felt great to the touch.  He was barely conscious, his
head was spinning, and I had to get him to the car quickly.

I leaned back and shuffled to the car holding him up and helping him take
it one step at a time.  When we reached the car, I lowered him to the hood
allowing his upper body to rest on the car, while I opened the door.  I
opened the back door, and turned to retrieve Pete.  His shirt was pulled up
around his chest, revealing his powerful lats and trim waist.  The light
from the car accentuated his round hard ass muscles packed into faded
jeans.  I was overcome with lust for this beautiful hunk of man.  I wanted
to do things to him in the worst possible way.

My cock, which had softened a bit was now rising to the occasion once
again.  I patted Pete on the back.  "Hey bud, how ya doin?" I asked.

"Unnnh, I can't move", he replied.

"Let's hang out here and get ourselves together before we head home, how's
that?" I asked.

Pete was agreeable.  He didn't want to be in the moving car, and his
adrenaline was still rushing from all the heaving he did.  Grace's house
was on a dead end street, and we were parked in a secluded place.

I patted his back, and rubbed his shoulders.  Leaning across the hood to
reach his broad shoulders, my cock came in contact with his hard ass once
again.  I was overcome by my lust and started caressing his powerful lats
and waist. I started to hump his ass through our pants.  He wasn't
disagreeing, so as I pressed my cock between his hard glutes, I moved my
hands around to unbutton his pants.  I had to slide the tight jeans down
over his ass muscles and thighs.  I unsheathed my cock from the shorts that
had been restraining it and used his ass as a fuck chute.  I rimmed his
ass, pressing my sensitive glans against his hot ass as hard as I could.
In only a few minutes I was spewing gobs of cum all over him.

Pete hadn't moved a muscle the whole time.

"Pete, how ya doin, bud?"

"Unnnh, that felt good, came the reply.

Good thing he didn't seem to mind, because I was counting on the
drunkenness to cloud his memory.  My hands roamed up and down his muscular
thighs and happened upon his loins.  I massaged his balls and groin.  His
cock was actually coming to life.  I lightly stroked it.

"Oh yeahhh," he moaned.

"Pete, I want to suck your cock."

"Not yet," he replied, "I want you to spank me."

"You know, you were really shitty to Grace tonight, bud.  You deserve to
have your ass kicked."

"Let's see what you've got little boy," came Pete's reply.

I handled his firm ass, and wondered how I could make a lasting impression
on this studly jerk.  The car antenna was within my reach.  I unscrewed it,
and flicked his ass with it.

"Harder, asshole!" cried Pete.

"O.K. shithead."

I choked up on the antenna with two hands and landed it squarely in the
center of his ass.  Pete shrieked.  I knew I hit home.  I continued
whipping his ass and the back of his thighs as the anger of my past spilled
out of me.  I hated Pete for the way he ridiculed me.  I hated the way he
looked down on me. "Hey, ya didn't turn out too bad," he said earlier in a
half-assed compliment.  I beat him until he was covered with red welts and
he crumbled to the ground.

"I had that coming," he whimpered.

"I'm not through with you, hardass," I said as I looked at his half-erect
cock.

It was a nice piece of meat.  Long and thick veined, with a head that
protruded prominently from the shaft.  "That cock is mine, bud," I said as
I dropped to my knees.  I swallowed him whole, sucking and moving up and
down the shaft, bringing him to a full erection.  He grabbed the back of my
head and started to push his cock down my throat.  I gagged a bit, but
recovered, and continued by lapping the tender underside of his cock with
my tongue.  His big balls started to tighten up, I could sense his load
coming, as he grabbed me and pulled me down on his shaft.  I broke loose,
and squeezed his cock limp.

"Is that how you treat Grace, shithead? Do you fuck her face too?  I'm not
going to be your douchebag, you hardass shithead."  I punched him in the
nuts as an exclamation.  He recoiled in pain and curled up in a fetal
position.  I grabbed him by the waist and moved him to a kneeling positon.
I pushed him down so his ass faced me.  He was still holding his balls when
I mounted his ass and shoved the head of my cock in his hole.  He shrieked
in pain as my head forced its way past the sphincter muscle.  He was
pleading as I slowly forced my cock deeper and deeper.  The ring of fire
around his asshole intensified as my I edged my cock in, thicker and
thicker.  "It'll be over soon Petey boy, just relax."

His asshole loosened as I gently moved back and forth.  I moved in further,
and wrapped my arms around him to support him.  He was wasted.  His
powerful biceps couldn't hold him up.  I grabbed his left pec with my right
hand, and supported each of us with the left.  His asshole was much snugger
than Grace's pussy.  I got all the way in and really started rocking him.
I could no longer hold us up, so I let him rest his head and shoulders on
the ground.  That left my hands free to explore his buff bod.  His erection
was coming back stronger than before.  As I dug his ass, I stroked his cock
in rhythm.  His pre-cum was oozing out, and I used it to lube his cock.
The pressure of my cock in his ass was too intense for him as he shuddered
and released gobs of cum.  I caught them with my hand, and smeared them all
over his abs and pecs.

A few more strokes, and I was ready to explode as well.  I filled his
asshole with a load of the white gold.  We laid exhausted on the ground.
My cock lodged in his ass, lazily stroking his softening tool.

"You're a pretty tough stud, Pete."

"Hey," he responded, "you know how to do it to me.  You're really a wild
ride, Jay."

"I heard that another time tonight, Pete - after I fucked Grace I paid her
the same compliment."

Pete was nonplused.

"I'm not taking care of her," he confessed, "she needs a man who will treat
her right and love her."

We drove home quietly.  We didn't need to say anything.  We both knew
something between us had changed.  I dropped Pete off, and he quietly
thanked me and patted me on the shoulder.  I said good night, and drove
away.

A few months later, I got an invitation to Pete and Grace's wedding.  She
was so happy and beautiful, that day she walked down the aisle.  Pete was
standing taller and prouder, clean and sober.  When I greeted them in the
reception line, they both gave me warm hugs, and thanked me for being such
a good friend at a time when they really needed one.  Pete thanked me for
the way I set him straight.

I guess being a friend meant giving it to them hard and straight.