Date: Thu, 30 Nov 2000 15:01:18
From: Woodrow Harrison <woodrow_h@hotmail.com>
Subject: Shamus Chapter 6

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.

                                      V
                                     Sam


Vikki had a hairdresser appointment and Darlene had other business as well.
Our little interlude was over.  We dressed hurriedly, but not
self-consciously.  I was again shocked at myself for being so blaze' after
having bedded two gorgeous women at the same time.  Quantum changes were
taking place in my life and I was powerless to resist them.  How smug I had
been to think that, at my age, there would be no great surprises!
  This hard man had been truly humbled!

Oddly, as I drove back toward the city, my thoughts strayed to Sam.  A
glance at my watch told me he would be knocking off work soon and if I
drove out to his apartment, I might find him just arriving home.

Vikki had been most generous with me, giving me 20 crisp $100 bills.  I was
a little nervous driving around with all that cash locked in the trunk, but
found myself heading toward Sam's neighborhood despite myself.  It was only
3:30 when I arrived there; it would easily be an hour before he got home.
I knew there was a forest preserve nearby; I'd gone tobboganing there in
the winters when I was a kid.  I decided to go over there and see if the
hill was still as formidable looking as it had been from the perspective of
a young boy.

It wasn't.  It looked like a nob rising steeply from the floor of the park
perhaps to a height of 25 feet or so.  I cruised through the park,
observing the 15 mph speed limit and the many cars parked along the road
with a single occupant.  Their eyes followed me as I rode by, and I began
to realize that they were here to enjoy more than the scenery.  As I drove
near a brick outhouse, I saw two unoccupied cars parked there.  Curious, I
parked a short way from them and watched to see if their drivers were in
the outhouse and would come out together.  Two minutes passed.  My
curiosity got the best of me and I quietly opened the door of my car,
closed it just as quietly, and strode to the doorway of the men's portion
of the building.  There was no door, and I stepped in quickly, turning to
the right and surprising two men standing face to face beside the urinals,
fondling each others' cock.  Seeing me they scurried to cover up, but were
caught dead to rights.  To calm their fears, I quickly unzipped my fly and
hauled out my meat which stiffened immediately.

The men interpreted this as meaning I was not a cop and possibly interested
in joining the fun.  Their cocks reappeared and they made room for me as I
stepped over to them.  A hand closed over my hardness as mine gripped one
of theirs.  We stood there fondling each other for a few seconds when the
gent to my right dropped to his knees and took the cock to my left into his
mouth.  A couple of slurps and he turned his attention to me.  The two of
us standing there as he alternated on us embraced, heightening the feeling
of the expert blow jobs we were enjoying.

Suddenly the room darkened perceptibly as a huge frame filled the doorway,
shutting out the light from behind.  My two friends again scurried to cover
up, but I just smiled and held out my hand to the newcomer.  It was Sam!
He smiled back, eyeing my glowing red cock dripping with saliva and quickly
produced his own.  The man who had been sucking us let out a gasp at the
monster which had hardened immediately.

Sam walked over to me and shook my hand then grabbed my cock.  We wanked
each other for a few seconds as the other two men regarded his tool with
amazement.  Emboldened that there was nothing to fear from the giant, the
sucker moved beside us and reached out a tentative hand toward Sam's cock.
I let go and indicated that there was more than enough to share.

He gripped the shaft, barely able to touch his fingertips around it.  He
held it gingerly drawing the foreskin back revealing the purplish head
which had now begun oozing precum.  The man dropped again to his knees and
I watched, fascinated as fully half of Sam's cock disappeared into his
mouth.  I had not been able to get much more than the head into mine, so I
was glad for Sam that this fellow had such a talent.

Meanwhile the other fellow had knelt down next to Sam's servicer and closed
his warm lips around my straining tool.  As the two men worked on us, Sam
put his arm around my shoulders and kissed me deeply.  I could smell the
sweat of the man having toiled the day laying bricks in the sunshine and
suddenly felt that it should be he and I sucking each other, rather than
having these strangers have their way with us.

Suddenly Sam broke off our kiss.  His body stiffened then bucked.  A low
moan escaped his lips and I knew he was flooding his man with that copious
nectar of his.  The man tried to get every drop, sucking greedily as the
giant member began shrinking between his lips.  When he finally pulled
away, the semen was leaking out the corner of his mouth as Sam staggered
back.  The sensation of seeing this drove me to the brink, and I jetted a
small amount of my own cum into the mouth that was sucking me.

When I was finished, he stood up and wiped his lips on the back of his
sleeve.

"Man, your dick tastes like pussy!"

"No accident'" I replied, "was with a couple of women this afternoon."

He nodded, zipped up his pants and left the building with his original
companion.

Sam and I made ourselves decent and left as well.

"What brings you out this way Woody?"

"Looking for you.  Thought we might have a beer together."

"That's cool!  There's a joint near my place.  Why don't you follow me?"

I followed his pickup truck out of the parking lot and the few blocks to
the tavern he'd named.  We parked in a lot in the rear of the place and
entered through the back door.

"This place is straight," he whispered as we walked down a corridor to the
barroom.

I gave him a thumbs up signal and we found adjacent stools at the bar.

"What'll it be guys?"  The bartender stood in front of us wiping a glass
with a towel.

"Old Style works for me," I said with a questioning look at Sam.  He nodded
and a pair of frosty cold bottles were set on the bar before us.  I noted
that no glasses were provided.  The default here, apparently, was you drink
from the bottle.

The juke box was blaring.  Four guys were playing Eight-ball at a pool
table in the front are of the place.  The whole atmosphere took me back
thirty years to a place where I'd frequented in my youth.  Young guys in
outdoor work clothes cooling off after a hot day on the job.

Several guys greeted Sam by name with a rhetorical "how's it going?"  We
were on our third brew when the crowd began to thin noticeably.

"Date night." commented the bartender as he noticed the mass exodus.
"Friday is real busy after work, then it goes dead for a few hours, then
picks up from 11:00 to 2:00 AM.  No date tonight Sam?"

"No prospects, Bill, you don't meet many women on a build site.  Guess I'll
hang around the house and catch up on my TV watching.  Maybe I'll see you
later."

I paid the tab despite Sam's protestations.

"OK," he said, but I still owe you a dinner.  You free?"

"Not free, but reasonable" I smiled at him.

"Why don't you come over to my place while I get a shower and change
clothes?  There's a decent restaurant down the street.

I'd again put off lunch with Monica, begging workload, and she'd assumed
that meant the evening as well, so I agreed.

"We can leave your car here and ride in my truck."

I thought about the two grand in the trunk, but figured it would be safe
parked behind the saloon as anywhere else.

As we drove toward his place, Sam asked me if I was bullshitting the guy
who blew me about having been with two women earlier.  I assured him it was
the truth and gave him a sketchy outline of the situation, not mentioning
the money.

"You know, Woody, the only time I was ever even with a woman was at the
movies once.  She let me cop a feel and let me kiss her, but that was it.
I think my size scares them.  I've always wondered if I'd enjoy sex with a
woman."

"You've never had a piece of ass?"

"Nope, the only way I get off is an occasional blow job and manual
exercises."

The poor stiff, I thought, again grateful for my ordinary stature.

We got to his place and he gave me an unneeded beer.  I sat on the sofa.
He popped a video into the VCR and turned on the TV.

"Don't do anything rash while I'm gone."  He winked at me and headed for
the bathroom.

It was a Bi flick, reasonably hot looking broads and well hung guys in an
orgy situation with all the usual changing partners and grunts and moans
over soft jazz music.  It had the right effect though, and I was soon
sporting a considerable bulge in my pants.

I heard the shower turn off and soon Sam appeared with a towel wrapped
modestly around his waist.  He eyed my crotch.

"Enjoying the film?" He asked, smiling that boyish smile of his.  As he
spoke the towel began to tent and I knew he was getting a stiffy too.

"Let's eat first and see what shakes out later."  He said.  "It'll only
take me a minute to dress.  He drew the flap of the towel aside flashing me
with his huge boner then whirled and walked to the bedroom.

An idea hit me.  This was Friday.  If Mo and Lipshitz were up to their
usual tricks, their wives would be missing the swing party once again.
Maybe they would let Sam and I escort them?  You can't spoil shit, and it
just might get my friend the first piece of ass of his life.  I knocked on
the bedroom door.

"Can I use your phone?" I asked.

"Help yourself.  It's in the kitchen."

I dialed Vikki's number.

"Hello?"  Her voice was low and husky, seductive enough to make you want to
see her even if you weren't familiar with her.

"Vikki, it's Woody.  Can you talk?"

"I'm here alone, if that's what you mean.  He called a few minutes ago.
Going to be late again tonight.  What's up?"

"You'd be surprised," I joked.  "But seriously, is your swing club in
session tonight?"

A silence at the other end made me wonder if I'd overstepped my bounds.

"Yes," she said, "but I'm not going.  No partner."

"Would you be uncomfortable if I asked you to take me?"

"No, it's not unusual for people to bring someone other than their spouse.
But why not just come over here?  We can have fun by ourselves."

"Well, I have a friend, and I thought if you and Darlene..."

"I don't know what her plans are, but it does seem a neat idea.  Hold on."

The phone went dead as she put me on hold.  After a moment she clicked me
back on and I heard her introduce me to Darlene on the conference line.  As
I described Sam to the two women I hoped he would not come into the
kitchen.  Thankfully he didn't.  Both were intrigued by the idea and we
arranged to pick them up at 9:00 at Vikki's house.

I was just hanging up the receiver when Sam appeared.

"Ready to tie on the feed bag?" he asked cheerily.

He was wearing tight white chinos and a tight fitting polo shirt that
enhanced the rippling muscles of his body.  In a word, he was hot!

"Let's go" I said, "I've got a little surprise for you."

At the restaurant I laid it all out for him and could tell he was really
excited at the prospect.  He wolfed down the food and kept glancing at his
watch.  Obviously he didn't want us to be late.

Dinner over, he paid the check and we returned to the tavern to pick up my
car.  I looked over the trunk lid and couldn't see any pry marks so assumed
the cash was safe.

The ride to Vikki's was quiet and charged.  Sam was keyed up at what his
prospects might be. I was queasy as to how these women would accept this
giant man.  I knew if disappointment were the prospect, I could suck him
off and relieve the physical frustration, but it would be another sword
into him to be rejected for his size.  He wanted a woman and that I could
never be.

We arrived at Vikki's right on time and were quite shocked to see their
dress.  Vikki had on the same sweatsuit I had seen at lunchtime and Darlene
was wearing the same in a pastel pink.  Obviously the club dressed for
"business" rather than to impress for style.

I had described Sam as rather shy on the telephone, and Darlene had taken
this as her mission to break him in.  In the back seat the two of them were
going at it tooth and nail.

As I drove, Vikki was playing my prick like a well tuned guitar.  She
tasted it then backed off, teased some more and backed off again.  She
wantd me hot but not flowing, and her expertise was quite successful.  I
was ready in every sense.  A few minutes later we arrived at the party.
Ladies on our arms, Sam and I walked into the fray.

While Vikki and Darlene were far and away the most attractive of the women
there, we didn't meet a single one you'd toss out of bed on a cold night.
They all had the cool self-assured manner that financial security seems to
breed.  Everyone was casually dressed.  I felt a little stiff in my
business suit and Sam looked vastly out of place with his great size and
Nordic features contrasting with the short, often pudgy, Jewish men.  He
was an immediate hit with the women.  They took extra pains to greet
Darlene and get an introduction.  For her part Darlene was protective as a
mother hen.  There was no doubt in my mind that no matter how many of them
would ride his cock that night, she was going to be first.  Sure enough,
after all the introductions were made and small talk exchanged, she
disappeared into a bedroom towing her eager charge behind.