Date: Sat, 22 Jul 2000 19:26:19 GMT
From: Woodrow Harrison <woodrow_h@hotmail.com>
Subject: Shamus3

The following is a work of fiction.  It is not intended to be read by anyone
not legally entitled to do so nor by anyone offended by common gendered
sexual activity.
Comments and constructive criticism to: Woodrow_h@hotmail.com.


                              III

                             Morris

I'd been sitting there for about an hour.  The taped story was getting
pretty intense, yet my vigilance was unflagging.  The theater had gained
about twenty new patrons since I had taken up surveillance, and only
two had left.  With a rough count of maybe sixty in the place when I'd
left, and these new, multiplied by $12.50, the gate was over $1000, and
this was just in the afternoon of a pretty summer's day.  With a multiple
of that for the night crowd, I figured this has to be a lucrative business
indeed, and that didn't even factor in sales of tapes and magazines!

I forgot Stephen King as a black Cadillac pulled up and parked in the
no-parking zone right in front of the theater.  I immediately recognized
Morris Stein as he exited the car.  I logged the time at 5:15 PM, and
kept watching.  About fifteen minutes later, Stein and Lipshitz emerged
and drove off north on Wells St.

Fortunately it was early enough that I didn't have to contend with the
traffic coming into the city, so it was a relatively easy matter to follow
them.  They ended up at a coffee shop at Clark and Diversey, right in the
heart of "boys' town".

   As they entered the restaurant, it occurred to me that I'd not eaten
(well almost) since noon and my stomach was telling me it was time
I remedied that lack.  I didn't want to risk being recognized by Lipshitz,
though we both looked considerable different from when we'd "met" earlier,
so I resolved to just tighten the belt and bear it.

I did venture up to peek in the window.  The men were seated in a booth,
Lipshitz with his back to me; both of them studying menus.   I lingered just
long enough for the waitress to begin taking their order then crossed the
street to a bakery and bought myself a bolillo roll and a cup of coffee.  At
least that should take some of the edge off my hunger.

Sitting in the car and munching on the roll, I was making quite a mess in
my lap from the flaking of the bread.  The things are delicious, but as
messy as a croissant.

Forty minutes had passed and the two men emerged from the cafe.  I didn't
make
a determined effort to follow them, thinking they were likely returning to
the Bijou.

I was right!  As I pulled into my former parking spot I could see Stein's
Caddy where he had parked it before.  I gave them a few minutes and then
went over to the ticket booth.  For the second time today I bought a $12.50
ticket though this time it was a young man who sold it to me giving me a
broad wink.  One look at him told you he had found the ideal place to work.
I can't recall a more effeminate kid in all my years.  All he needed was the
clothes and a little makeup and he'd be a world class TV!

I entered the men's room off the front lobby and was almost surprised not to
find the guy who'd been there earlier.  In fact the place was empty.  I
fished out the bug I always carry and slipped the transmitter into the
keyhole
in the door to Lipshitz's office.  Placing the receiver on my ear, (it looks
like a conventional hearing aid) I stood at the closest urinal and unzipped.
I fished out my trusty thruster and began playing with it.  I figured if
anyone came in they'd think it not unusual in this place.  Lipshitz and
Stein,
as near as I could figure, were discussing a new store.  I wished I could
have recorded their conversation.  Trying to follow the gist of it with all
the expletives and slang is always tough without being able to go over it.
I did hear the name "Martirano" mentioned; a small time hood who operated a
couple of bars in the western suburbs; Lyons, if I recalled correctly.
They were periodically cited in the papers as hosting some pretty raunchy
lap dancers, after which the cops would dutifully raid and bust a few girls
and johns and have them released on their own recognaisance.  It sold
newspapers and kept the payoffs flowing.

A couple of guys came and went while I was standing there, but they didn't
tumble to me other than to check me out.  Maybe I didn't measure up.  That
was fine with me.  This was business,  maybe later for monkey business.
By this time I had learned to differentiate the voices of the two.

"Wanna go up?"  Allan asked.

"Yeah, just for a bit." replied Mo.

I heard the door to the office open then close behind them.  Alone in the
room, I had just recovered the transmitter from the keyhole when a huge
man came into the room.  Easily 6'6" and well over 250 lbs., he looked very
intimidating, and when he hauled out his meat, I almost whistled.  It
immediately sprang to attention in his hand, and extended a good three
inches beyond his massive fist.  I was no pro when it comes to gaging
cock size, but I'd conservatively estimate it was a good eight inches long
and almost three inches thick!

He smiled at me, almost shyly but brandished the monster in my direction.
Curiosity overcame my professionalism.  I stepped next to him and reached
out a tentative hand.  He immediately placed it in my fist.  I couldn't
close my fingers completely around it, nor could I imagine how this man
could have sex.  I was sure I couldn't get anything that size in my mouth,
and even Lipshitz, with his well stretched rectum would be torn apart were
he to try to take it.

I gave it a few strokes, then, with a hopless look on my face, released it
just as the door opened behind us.  I left the room hurriedly, as if
embarrassed at being caught in the act.  I was willing to bet that whores
turned him down after one look at that enormous cannon.

The same film was playing on the screen when I entered the theater proper.
I hardly glanced at it as I made my way to the rear hall and climbed the
spiral stairway.  In contrast to the afternoon, there were now men
everywhere.  They filed in and out of the glory hole stalls, not even
bothering to put their cocks back in their pants.  There had to be well
over a hundred men up there, every one of them with a hard on; me as well.

I must have been groped ten times as I made my way back to the room
where my cocksucking initiation had taken place earlier.  One guy leaned
over and took me into his mouth and tried to walk with me.  It proved
too awkward and he gave up after a few playful licks at the underside of
my shaft.  All the stalls were occupied in this room, as were the bunks.

There was a distinct odor of cum and sweat that permeated the atmosphere
and the noisy slurping sounds of thiry cocks being sucked at the same time
made me as hot as I'd been that afternoon.  I wandered over to a chair,
over which a naked man was stooped and being fucked in the ass.  It was
Lipshitz!  And the man with his cock buried in him was none other than Mo
Stein!  I stepped in front of Lipshitz and presented my cock to him.  He
gobbled it immediately.  Stein and I faced each other, he completely nude.
I noted that he had even thicker body hair than Lipshitz.  He reached out a
hairy paw and pulled my head close to his.  For a frightened moment I
wondered if he somehow recognized me, but when his lips parted and his
tongue entered my mouth I knew there was naught to fear.  He tasted
strongly of cum, and I realized I was sucking someone's cock by proxy.
Meanwhile I felt my loins begin to boil as Lipshitz was fast bringing
me to the brink.

How ironic to be kissing my client's husband, and running my sperm into
his client's mouth as he banged his client's ass!  Stein's body stiffened
he grunted and grabbed Lipshitz's ass cheeks, digging his nails into the
soft flesh.  I felt something hit my pantleg and realized the two men
had cum at the same time, Stein in his ass, and Lipshits on my trousers.
Stein withdrew, his cock dripping cum.  No way was I tempted to take a
swig of that.  The three of us stood facing one another.  A three way
kiss ensued that assured everybody got a good taste of me.

As quickly as we had come together, we split up.  Stein and Lipshitz
each found an empty stall and their heads disappeared below the partition.
I wandered out into the great hall into the sea of men milling about.
Finding an empty stall out there, I sat down and abandoned myself to lust.
I greedily sucked every dick that came through the glory holes, three of
them all the way to cumming.  I got hard again and let my last "friend"
return the favor.

As I was about to leave, I noticed my giant from downstairs standing in a
corner slowly masturbating himself.  I couldn't say if it was his size or
his shyness that kept him from joining the fray, but it was obvious he
was not scoring.

Suddenly compassionate, I walked over to him.  He recognized me immediately
and gave me that shy smile.  I took his cock in my hand and began to rub
it.  He sighed with pleasure.  I leaned over and tried to take the head
of it into my mouth.  I scraped him with my teeth but after some struggle,
succeeded in getting the head between my lips.  I teased at the slit and
fondled his balls.  I could take no more of him than that into my
mouth.  He was just too massive.  Suddenly he stiffened.

"I'm gonna cum!" He whispered hoarsely.

I steadfastly refused to cease teasing, and was rewarded with a jet of
now familiar nectar.  He stepped back, pulling his cock away as it
continued to rope wad after wad of semen at me.  Between Lipshits and
him, my clothes were full of it. Finished with his moment, he stuffed
himself back into his pants.

"Thank you," he said, "you were the only one who'd even tried."

I patted his crotch, "just mean to please."

As I descended the staircase, I could hear him lumbering down behind me.
He followed me through the theater, the outer lobby, and into the
street.

"Hey mister," he said to me, "I really appreciate what you done in there,
but I wonder if you would do me another favor?"  His eyes were pleading.

"Name's Woody," I said holding out my hand to shake, "what's the problem?"

"I'm Sam," he replied, "and all the change dropped out of my pocket in
there.  It was too dark to see where it rolled to.  I wonder if you could
lend me carfare."

I considered him for a moment.  It was reasonable that dropping your pants
in a theater could cause your change to roll out the pockets, and a
fellow his size would not have much luck hitchhiking.  I considered
dropping a fiver on him but then changed my mind.

"Where do you live?"  I asked.

"West side," he replied, "around Diversey and Austin."

I glanced at my watch.  It was almost 7:30 and I'd still not eaten any
food since that bolillo over two hours ago.  "Tell you what," I
said,  "I need to change these clothes and get a bite to eat.  After
that I could drive you home.  Have you had dinner?"

"Gee, Woody, that's real nice of you.  I have money at home.  I could
pay you back when we get there."

"Done!"  I said, motioning for him to follow me to my car.

It was quite dark as we approached the car.  The streetlights had
apparently burned out.  Sam waited up against the building as I got to
the door and fumbled for my keys.  Suddenly I felt something hard pressed
into the middle of my back.

"Stick 'em up faggot!" The venomous voice behind me commanded.  I was
about to be mugged!

I shot my heel backward, dropping to the ground and spinning round in one
motion.  My instinctive reaction had stunned my assailant for just that
split second I needed to deliver a sharp kick to his capella.  He went
down like a ton of bricks, the gun clattering away from him. I
leaped to my feet and was just about to send him to hell with a kick
to the temple when a second man charged at me out of the darkness.

The gun was too far away to do me any good, and this fellow was
coming at me like an express train.  Suddenly he stopped dead and fell
over on his back.  Sam had simply stretched out his arm and the poor
bastard was clotheslined.

Leaving the two unconscious men where they lay, I unlocked the door and
we sped off.

"Phew!" I said, "that was hairy!  Good thing you were along."

"That was some move you pulled.  You a Karate guy?"

"More like Judo and a little Tai Chi mixed up, but I'm getting too
old for those acrobatics."

"Hell," said Sam with a chuckle, "you ain't that old."

We just made small talk for the few minutes it took to get to my
place.  Sam told me he had just moved to Chicago from Minnesota and was
still a bit awed with the place.  I commented that there probably
weren't too many places like the Bijou in Minnesota, and we had a
good laugh over that.

I brought Sam upstairs with me and offered him a drink, adding that I
needed a quick shower.  He declined the drink, but said the smell of
the Bijou was probably all ove him too and would I mind if he joined me.
After all that had happened to me today, I could hardly be prudish, so
I asked him to be my guest and started stripping out of my cum-stained
clothes.

When we were both naked, I noticed that Sam's cock was beginning to
rise and that caused a bit of tumescence at my groin as well.  We
stood there grinning at each other.  I motioned at the bed.  He
immediately lay down on top of it on his back.  I snuggled up beside
him and grabbed my cock, aiming the head of it at the head of his.  He
jumped as they touched, betraying the jolt of pleasure it gave him.

We kept rubbing our cockheads together until they were drooling precum.
Sam pulled me over on top of him, his stiff tool wedging between my legs
while mine was sandwiched between our bellies.

I discovered that by moving in a certain way, I could make his cock
slip along until the head of it brushed over my asshole and rode the
crack of my ass.  It felt pleasant in the arms of this gentle giant with
the feel of his champion caressing my backside.

We interacted like this for several minutes.  Then his thrusting became
more urgent and I feared he was about to cum.  I wanted more of
this session and loosened my thigh grip on him.  I scootched down
and poked my head under his armpit.  I licked and sucked at the soft
flesh I found there, only barely covered by a blonde silky down.
Working my way down the steel-hard, hairless pectoral, I found the
sweet brown nipple which immediately grew hard at the touch of my
tongue.

Sam murmured softly as I inched down his abs to the navel, then on to
the stallion rising out of a sparse blonde pubic bush.  By this time,
we were head to foot in a 69 position, and, as I began licking at his
cockhead, felt my own bathed in the moist warmth of his mouth.

Once again I struggled mightily to open my mouth wide enough to get
him in, and after a time succeeded.  I could only take a bit more
than the head and even breathing through my nose was a challenge.
I gave head as best I could, while Sam was merrily deep-throating me.
We both arrived at our climax at once.  The thick gobs of cum spurted
into me just as I began streaming my load into Sam.

Savoring the moment, we lay there soundlessly, then I turned and
crawled up to his chest and kissed him gently, mingling our sperm in
each other's mouth until we fell into a sweet sleep.