Date: Fri, 5 Jul 2002 12:24:44 EDT
From: R656600@aol.com
Subject: The Stories of Robert Cole - Jeremy - part 6

JEREMY

Part 6

THE BRIDGE

The stories of Robert Cole

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"Have you ever walked across the Brooklyn Bridge?" Jeremy asked, a bit
breathlessly.

"What!" Mark replied, letting Jeremy's cock out of his mouth and looking up
at him.  "You ask the damnedest questions when you're getting a blow job!"

"Sorry, Mark, sorry.  I just get these thoughts at the worst times."

Jeremy was holding on to Mark's head as Mark worked on his very stiff cock.
The boy had the habit of making unrelated conversation at the most
passionate moments of their lovemaking.  Once, when Mark was giving him
head and his orgasm was approaching, Jeremy made a comment that caused Mark
stop short, and back off of the almost pulsing erection.  Jeremy shot his
wad all over Mark's face.  Mark wasn't a happy camper.

"Don't you like me sucking you off, Jeremy," Mark asked in an exasperated
voice?"

"Oh Mark, you know I do.  I'm really sorry.  You do me better than even
Dev...oops!"

"That's it!" Mark exclaimed.  He got up off his knees, his own boner rock
hard and pointing directly at Jeremy.  Jeremy reached out and caressed it.

"I'm sorry, Mark.  Please forgive me.  You know how much I love you."

"Well, OK, just this time.  If you weren't so cute I would have gotten rid
of you a long time ago."

Jeremy had a mock, worried look on his face.  Mark flashed him a broad grin
and then took the boy's face into his hands and pressed his lips on his.
They kissed passionately.  Mark licked Jeremy's face and worked his way
around to his ear.  He inserted his tongue.  This sent shivers through
Jeremy's body.  From past experience, Mark knew that this increased
Jeremy's arousal.  The boy hugged Mark tightly, cupping Mark's ass cheeks
pulling him close.  Mark could feel Jeremy' s hot cock rub up against his
stomach; Jeremy was very excited.

Mark now darted his tongue in and out of Jeremy's ear.  Still holding Mark
in a tight embrace, Jeremy began thrusting his erection into Mark's
stomach, Mark meeting the thrusts.

Mark could hear Jeremy moaning and taking sort, raged breaths, a sign that
he was nearing orgasm.  When the thrusts became more urgent and the boy's
body became rigid, Mark whispered into Jeremy's ear: "Yeah, lots of times."

"What!" Jeremy replied.

"Yes, I've walked across the Brooklyn Bridge lots of times."

Jeremy stopped thrusting and pushed Mark away. "Oh damn you, you big fairy,
I was just about to cum."

Mark started to laugh, then Jeremy join in.  And when they settled down,
they embraced and kissed again.  Mark quickly knelt in front of Jeremy and
brought him off in his mouth.

They got onto the bed and lay side by side.  Mark caressed Jeremy's now
soft penis with a feather touch.  He gently fondled his balls.  This was a
soothing massage that Jeremy loved after his orgasm.  Jeremy reached over
and rubbed Mark's steel hardon.

"Don't go soft on me.  I want you inside me.  But get me ready first."

Mark knew exactly what Jeremy meant.  So, after a bit, he got between
Jeremy' s legs and licked the now flaccid penis.  He licked all around it,
then taking it in his fingers, lifted it and gently sucked on the head.  It
was very sensitive.  Jeremy was taking short breaths and moaning.  Mark
could feel the beginnings of an erection.  He lay the semi-hard cock
against Jeremy's stomach and licked the length of it, pressing his tongue
on it.  He licked Jeremy's balls, sucking on each one.  The boy became
fully hard.  Jeremy turned over onto his stomach and Mark licked his ass,
wetting it thoroughly.  He separated Jeremy's ass cheeks and worked on his
ass hole, licking around it, then inserting his tongue into it.  Jeremy was
moaning more loudly now.

Mark reached over to his night table and opened the drawer.  He took out a
tube of KY and a slender, stainless steel vibrator.  He put lube on it and
pressed it gently against Jeremy's ass hole.  He switched it on and even
more gently urged in it.  Mark held it right at the "gateway."  The
vibrations radiated throughout Jeremy's body.  He was delirious.  He kept
repeating, "Oh, Oh, Oh!" as Mark pushed the dildo in and out, but never
past the sphincter.

Mark leaned close to Jeremy and whispered in his ear, "I love you, Jeremy.
You're so beautiful" With that, Mark slowly pushed the dildo all the way
in.  Jeremy felt the vibrator entering. The sensations were so powerful
that he started moving his head from side to side on the pillow and to moan
loudly.  When Mark reached the boy's prostate, he held the dildo against
it.  Jeremy yelped, then thrust his cock into the bed clothes.  Mark
quickly withdrew the vibrator and slowly and gently replaced it with his
own erection.  When Jeremy sensed the warmth and bigness of Mark's cock
entering his ass, his own spasmed in orgasm.  Mark could feel Jeremy's
sphincter contracting around his dick.  This brought him over the edge.  He
came copiously, deep inside his lover.

Mark withdrew and collapsed on Jeremy's back.  He kissed the boy's neck and
the back of his head.  He rolled off and Jeremy turned facing him.  They
kissed and spoke softly.

About a week later, after some very passionate lovemaking, the topic about
walking across the Brooklyn Bridge came up again.  Mark reminded Jeremy
that his office was right across from the entrance to the bridge, the # 6's
last stop.  He further related that there was a great restaurant on the
Brooklyn side, under the bridge, the River Cafe, which he frequented.
Maybe he and Jeremy could go some time.

Jeremy had other things on his mind than food.  "You know, when you're
crossing the bridge and you get near the other side, you come to stairs
that go down to the street way before you come to the end of the bridge's
walkway."

Mark seemed to remember these stairways.  He also remembered seeing them
cordoned off with "caution tape" or other barriers.

"That's because it's sometimes dangerous to go down there," Jeremy replied

"Why would anyone want to go anyway.  It seems dark and uninviting.  It's
so much better to get off the bridge at the end of the walkway."

"Because you can get young boys down there."  Jeremy answered.

"What?" Mark asked, somewhat amazed and intrigued.

Jeremy told Mark that once the seemingly "all knowing" Devon took him
there.  "It was a hot Saturday afternoon and there wasn't much to do.  So
Devon asked me if I wanted to have some fun.  I said `sure,' so we got on
the #6 to the last stop.  We walked across and when we got to the first
stairway we hopped over the barrier and went down the stairs.  It was dark,
and I was a little nervous.  But Devon plunged ahead.

"At the bottom of the stairs we turned right and walked onto the street for
about a block.  We were still under the bridge and I heard some voices.
Devon, of course, was in the lead.  Suddenly we bumped into three kids
milling around.  One of the called out `Hi Devon.'  Why wasn't I surprised
that he would be known down there!  Devon told them who I was and we
followed them more deeply under the bridge until we came to a little open
area that must be used by workers doing repairs.  One of the kids, about
ten or eleven years old came up to Devon and immediately backed him up into
the shadows.  I could see that the boy was giving Devon a blowjob.  I could
hear Devon making the noises he made when he was going to cum, you know
the, `Ah,' `Ah,' sound.

"Then it was my turn.  I guess Devon had arranged it all before hand.  The
kid came out of the shadows and grabbed my shirt sleeve and pulled me into
where he had been with Devon.  When I started to unzip my jeans, he stopped
me.  He said that Devon told him that I would suck him off.  `Damn little
fucker,' I thought.  `Well, what the hell.'  The boy pulled down his pants
and sat on a ledge.  I leaned down and wanked him for a little.  He had a
pretty good sized cock for a little guy.  When he got real hard, I went
down on him. He really didn't smell all that good.  But anyway, I sucked
him off.  He made a lot more noise than Devon and shot a little puddle onto
my tongue."

Afterwards, when we were walking back over the bridge to the subway, I told
Devon how pissed I got that he arranged for me to suck the kid off.  Devon
replied that the kid took the blow job I gave him as payment for sucking
Devon off!  "Little manipulating fucker," I thought.

"That's a hell of a story Jeremy."  Mark promised himself never to be
amazed again at what he might hear about Devon.  He was more than curious,
though and felt his cock getting hard at the thought of all of this.

That night, as Mark tried to get to sleep, the images of Jeremy's story
kept swirling in his head.  He pictured himself kneeling in front of one of
those kids, sucking his cock or eating him out.  The whole idea of going
into a dangerous place and getting illegal sex was such a turn-on for Mark
that he got very hard.  The kids under the bridge reminded him of what he
always suspected, that Fagan sent the Artful Dodger and his other urchins
out for more than just picking pockets!

Mark pulled back the bed covers and pulled down his pajama bottoms.  His
hardon lay flat against his stomach.  He stroked it, pressing the palm of
his hand against the sensitive area just underneath the cock-head.  He felt
wetness.  He smeared his pre-cum around then licked the palm of his hand.
He was already massaging his ass hole with the index finger of his other
hand.; He grasped his cock.  The pre-cum made his hand slide easily up and
down the shaft.  Just as he imagined one of those boys orgasming in his
mouth, he thrust his finger up his ass and pumped his cock rapidly.  He
could feel his cum rising up.  He slowed down, ran his finger to his
prostate and felt the orgasm surge through his body.  He let out a long
groan as a volcano of hot cum erupted hitting his chest and face.  He kept
pumping until his cock began to soften.  He lay back exhausted.  When his
breathing returned to normal, he cleaned himself off.  Just as he was being
enveloped by sleep, he resolved to take a trip across the bridge!