Date: Tue, 25 Jul 2000 15:17:20 GMT
From: Woodrow Harrison <woodrow_h@hotmail.com>
Subject: Shamus4

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.


                              IV

                              Sam


I woke up about 11:00 PM beside the softly snoring man who had
saved me from the muggers this evening.  What must he think of me?
What did I think of him?  He couldn't know that today was the
first time I'd ever sucked a cock.  How experienced was he in
such matters?  Why had I gone so crazy at the glory holes?
So many questions filled my mind, I felt confused and vulnerable
as a result.

I placed my hand on Sam's shoulder and shook him gently.  He woke
with a snort and a start.  He looked at me in some dismay, then a
boyish grin broke out as the memory of what we had done together
dawned on him.

"What time is it?" he asked sleepily.

"Around eleven," I replied. "Let's get something to eat.  I'm
starving."

"Sounds good to me."

We each showered separately, dressed, and headed off to an all
night diner down the street from my loft.  Even at this time of
night small children were playing on the steps of the homes.
Summer nights in the city can be oppressive, and the only way
to endure the heat is to stay up until very late when the heat
finally rises up and gets blown away by the lake breeze.

Sam and I ate steak and eggs with fried potatoes.  This place
doesn't skimp on portions, for which we were both thankful.
I imagined it would take quite a bit to fill up a man as big
as Sam, and dieting was the last thing on my mind at the moment.

We talked about his life in Minnesota, carefully skirting any
topic of sexuality.  He'd grown up in the Mesabi iron range, in
a town named Como.  Most of his childhood playmates had been
the sons of immigrant Italian miners who toiled to feed the steel
mills of Illinois, Indiana, and Ohio.  His father ran a small
grocery store of which he, as the only child, was to fall heir.
There had been a lot of friction with his parents when he'd
announced he was leaving for the big city to seek his fortune,
but he'd gone down to Minneapolis despite it.

He'd lived in an apartment near Lake Harriet, working as an
apprentice bricklayer.  Once he'd gotten his journeyman's
papers, he had moved down to Chicago where there was more
work.  He'd been here a little over a month.

We finished our meal and I paid the check, leaving a nice tip.
These folks knew me as a regular and always were prompt with
the service so I'm generous with them.  I like the arrangement.

We walked back to where my car was parked.  I was tempted to
invite him up for an encore, but figured it was late, and
the big fellow might be too tired for another romp.  That made
me wonder at what a pig I was turning into.  I'd given six
blow jobs today, including my first and here I was thinking
about a seventh.  Sam had spurted into my mouth twice himself.
How much cock does a man need?

In the car, Sam gave me directions and I steered the machine
west on Grand Ave.

"So, Sam, How'd you hear about the Bijou?"

"From a guy in Minneapolis.  I'd been out for an evening
stroll in this park near my apartment building one night when
I saw this guy watching me.  He wasn't a big guy, so I didn't
think he had any mischief in mind, besides, there were a
lot of guys in the park.  Curious, I sat down on a bench.
Sure enough, the fellow sat down a few feet down from me.

   'nice evening,' he said by way of opening coversation,
   'you come here much?'

   'now and then,' I said to him.

At that point he moved closer to me on the bench.

   'What brings you here tonight?'

These questions were making me a little uncomfortable coming
from a stranger, but strangely, I didn't want to put him off.
He moved even closer now, the hairy thigh beyond his shorts
brushed mine slightly.  My first reaction would have been to
pull away, but for some reason I couldn't fathom, I didn't.
A strange feeling of excitement rose in my gut as he pressed
his leg firmly against mine.

   'Want to fool around a little?' He asked.

I played dumb.  'What you mean?'

The pressure became more insistent, and I felt my cock start to
bulge in my pants.  His hand stole over and patted the rise.

   'We could go to my place and have a beer'

I could certainly have gone to a bar and had a beer, but that
excitement was building, so I agreed.  We walked along in
silence, and to my surprise, ended up at my building!  I was
about to ask him what the hell was going on when he told me he
had a flat here too.  Later he told me that he'd seen me
around the place and had wondered about me.

Once we were in his flat, he grabbed two beers from his fridge
and we sat on his couch watching TV.  He again moved close to
me so our legs were touching.  He placed his hand on my crotch.

   'Feel good?' he asked.

I just smiled at him, and emboldened, he tugged at my zipper
and fished inside my pants, gripping my cock which at this point
was fairly straining for release.

    'Why don't we get naked?" he suggested, releasing my cock
and quickly stripping off his shirt and shorts revealing a
stiff hardon jutting out from a dark black bush.

I felt awkward as hell, but was somehow complied to obey.  I
stripped too and we sat down again, naked on his couch.
Suddenly his hands were all over me, caressing my nipples,
grabbing my cock, fondling my nuts.  I reached over to touch
him and at that he kissed me full on the lips, forcing his
tongue between mine.  My gut was tight and I began to sweat.
This was going much further than a mutual jackoff session with
my Italian buddies back home.  It was strange but exciting,
so exciting, that I lost it and started spewing my load all
over him.

   'Oh wow!" He said. "I had no idea you were that close."

As he released his hold on my shrinking tool, the feeling
of awkwardness returned as I held on to his.  I lookeed at
it as I slowly pulled the foreskin over the head then
pulled it back to reveal the slit oozing precum.  I felt a
gentle pressure at the back of my head, pushing me down til
my mouth was only inches away from it.  He wanted me to
suck him.  Unable to help myself, I took it into my mouth
and clamped my lips over it.  I teased the rim of the
cockhead with my tongue and my man began to squirm.  I
tried to take more of the length of it but gagged when it
touched the back of my throat.

   'Easy does it, my friend.  Easy does it.'

I kept on teasing the cockhead.  He stiffened.

  'It's going to come......Argh!!!!!!'

My mouth was filled with hot chalky tasting fluid.  I gagged
again and pulled off him as the second wave shot onto my
nose.  A third shot puddled on his thigh.  He layed back
on the couch, his eyelids drooping.  I suddenly wanted to
get out of there, and quickly rose and dressed.

   'I know, I know,' he said, 'I felt the same way after my
    first time.  Thanks for coming.'
He said it with a twinkle in his eye, smiling at his
ancient double entendre.

On and off for the rest of that summer I would meet Paul.  He
introduced me to other regulars at Loring Park where we'd
first met.  One of them had been from Chicago and told me to
look up the Bijou if I ever got here.  I learned all about
sucking cock and they all said they were sorry to lose me."

Hearing Sam's account of his first blow job had gotten me
hard again, and whe we pulled up to the front of his building,
my pants were abulge with it.  He looked over at me and
patted it.

"Want to come in for a cup of coffee?"  There was that
cherubic grin again.

I remembered where that question had led when I asked it of
Vikki the night before.  What a different treat it would be
tonight!

"Coffee and...?" I asked.

"I've got plenty of cream." Sam said, picking up on the wise-
crack .

"Sure, let's go."

His flat was neat and cosy.  I settled in an easy chair as he
went to the kitchen to make the coffee.  On the small table in
front of me were several magazines.  I picked one up and began
paging through it.  He sure didn't buy these at Walgreen's!
They were hot!  Big cocks on well built men pointed out from
every page.

I looked up as Sam came into the room from the kitchen.  There
was a pretty narrow clearance as he passed below the doorway.
It had bugged me a little since I was a teenager that I was on
the short side at 5'6", but if that were the alternative, no
thanks.

"Catching up on your light reading?"  He asked pointing to the
magazines.

"You mean they have actual text in them too?"  I could go along
with his line.

"It'll take a few minutes for the coffee, I made a whole pot.
Want me to show you around?"

"I guess you know what to show me."  I replied, rising from the
chair.

He unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock which immediately
began to harden in his hand.  He wagged it at me lewdly.

"How's this for starters?"

"It's the only work of art this place needs," I said, "really
accents the decor."

"Step into my office," he said, indicating the bedroom door,
"I'll aquaint you with the finer points."

The banter ended as we furiously disrobed.  The clothes went into
a heap by the side of the bed and we were all over each other
on top of it.  Our stiff cocks jabbed at each other as our
mouths and tongues teased the nooks and crannies of our bodies.
I clamped my armpit onto Sam's cock and "fucked" him with it then
took the head of it into my mouth and slobbered over it until his
bush and balls were drenched.  Suddenly his body gave a heave and
hot jizzm splashed onto my teeth and lips.  He'd been sucking me
all this while and I was getting close.  After he'd cum, he
let go of me and rolled over on his back.

Her stared up at me with the most earnest look on his face.

"I..I..Woody?"  He stammered as if about to ask a difficult
question.

"Don't worry, Sam, I can understand as well as Paul in Minnesota."

"No, it's not that," he said quickly, "I just wondered if you
would.....fuck me?"  His voice rose and got smaller at the end of
the question.

Twice that afternoon I had seen Lipshitz take a dick up his ass
and a couple of other guys that evening.  I knew it could be
done, but wasn't so sure it was something I wanted to do.  This
whole male sex thing was overwhelming me, but the look on
his face was so serious that I couldn't help myself.

"You really want that Sam?"

"Yes, Woody, I want your cock inside me."

I stood at the side of the bed.  Sam eased himself over to
where his ass just rested at the edge.  He raised his legs
and I placed them over my shoulders.  I stepped forward and
aimed my cock where I thought the hole would be.  I was nowherte
close.  Sam finally reached around and guided me to the spot.

I pushed forward, and with surprising little resistance entered
him.  It was mighty tight, but Sam didn't seem to mind.  I
pushed in as far as I could and I heard him grunt as I touched
his prostate.  I pulled back then pushed again.  Each time I did
this, his cock would give a little leap, whether from the
impact or he was getting hard again that fast I couldn't tell.
I got a good rhythm going, not as frenetic as I had been
with Vikki, just a slow luxurious pace that was obviously
pleasuring Sam.

I found it hard to believe that I was standing here driving
my dick into the ass of a man I'd known for less than a day
and having him enjoy it.

"Harder, harder!" Shouted Sam and I began pistoning into him
with renewed vigor.

"Oh yes!  Fuck me harder Woody!  Fuck my ass!  Oh!  Yeah...."

My balls were slapping at his ass with a fury.  Both of us
were covered with sweat.  I felt a tightening in my gut and
rammed home just as my load jetted into his bowels.  I held
him tight to me with my eyes shut.

As my cock began softening, it exited his hole with a popping
sensation.  His legs fell from my shoulders and I collapsed on
top of him.  We lay like that trying to catch our breath.

"Thank you Woody, that was fantastic."

"Glad you liked it."

"Didn't you?"  He asked looking surprised.

"Look Sam, I'm new to this whole thing and it's getting pretty
fast for me."

"New?  You mean you've never fucked another guy before?"

"I sucked my first cock only yesterday afternoon."

"No kidding!  I'd never had guessed.  Have you been with
women?"

I was almost afraid he was going to ask for a comparison
when I told him I had, but thankfully he didn't put me on
that spot.  Lying beside him on the bed, I told him the
whole story about Vikki and what I thought I was doing at
the movie house and had gotten literally sucked into
things.

We lay there for another half hour or so, all thought of
sex gone from our minds.  We just talked about things of
no particular consequence, and I found myself liking this
gentle giant more and more.

Finally, I was getting a little sleepy and decided to leave.
I got up and dressed.  Sam modestly put on his boxers.

"I need to pay you for dinner," he said.

"Forget it Sam.  I had a good time."

"Will you call me?  You know...if you feel in the mood?"

We exchanged numbers and I promised to call either way,
saying we might go drinking beer or catch a movie or some
such and see what developed.  He was still looking out
the window as I got in my car and drove off.