Date: Sat, 3 May 2008 21:24:10 -0500 From: Chris Gladden <dgladden2242@hotmail.com> Subject: An Open Letter to the Authors The author copyrights this story and posts it on Nifty. It may not be copied to another website without prior permission from the author. These short fictions involves gay sex between men, between boys, and between men and boys. It is written solely for the reading enjoyment of people who aren't offended by material of this type! If you are underage, or this type of material is illegal where you live, please leave now. Comments always welcome to dgladden2242@hotmail.com An open letter to all the wonderful authors here. You've given us hours of pleasure and made our dreams/fantasies come true. Where else could our wildest dreams come true? ### Where else could: I glance toward the man at the next table and see passion light up his eyes as he sees me. His piercing stare signals me to follow him. He enters the stock room. I slip in after him. He presses me between his huge muscled frame and the stock room wall, lifts me up and our lips touch. I feel the scratch of his stubble as his jaw line caresses my cheek. "Take 'em off," he growls. I drop my pants and find them tangled in my shoes. He grows impatient. He steps on my pants and his power biceps flex as his yanks me up and free. With an other yank, he rips the elastic from my boxers and lets the tattered fabric flutter down to my feet. He turns me around. I don't have to be told to bend over and spread 'em. Without fear of disease or destruction, I feel him enter me, and relish the thick fullness he gives me. I try to stay up with my ass planted over his heaving crotch. But his thrusts in and out leave me weak at the knees. He holds me up and uses me like a sex toy. I feel him pound my pleasure spot again, again, again. Finally, I spunk without touching myself. He rotates my hips around and I clench my guts to milk him dry. He shoots a hot river inside me. Still hard, he turns me around and hugs me against his slowly softening member. "Baby," he says. "Next time it's you turn." ### Where else could: I enter the locker room. There's my best friend and the new kid at school. I see Matt's back, and the new kid--Alan?--kneeling before him. He's tying Matt's shoes? But why would Matt put on his shoes before his shorts? And those are Alan's hands cupping Matt's butt. Matt's hips are gently rocking back and forward. What the fuck?! He's sucking Matt! Matt's the school's varsity quarterback. He's got the lean hard body of a boy becoming a man. I've watched him over the years as his cock lengthened, as his balls became bouncing low-hangers, as his body grew into the growth-spurt he got in seventh grade. I've wondered what he'd look like hard. It must be at least seven inches! And I'm not the one sucking him? "Why not me?' " 'Cause you didn't ask?" Shit, did I say that out loud? Matt had turned sideways and looks at me with the biggest grin. "I'm sure Alan would like to meet your meat, too. He thinks you're cute." Matt sees the look in my eyes. He sees me lick my lips. "Or would you rather meet my meat?" I nodded and walked forward. Dropping to my knees, I look up at Matt. "Alan, would you like to play nicely and share with Troy?" Alan nods yes, making the dick in him mouth wag up and down. He slipped off the -wow, eight thick inches! -and points it at my lips. "Lick the head. I'll suck his balls awhile." I reach up and feel Matt's chest. I run my hand down my first man's chest and rub the back of a finger over his treasure trail. I take Matt inside my mouth and begin running my tongue over the thick fleshy head. I breath in a giant breath of male musk. And, I know I am finally home. ### Where else could: I hold a pair of slim hips balanced over my waist and feel him slide down over my hard manhood. He reaches bottom and I feel my bush tickle his smooth boy-cheeks. His soft hot sheath begins a slow rhythm up and down my shaft. He leans forward and lays his head on my shoulder. I turn his head and we share a kiss. Soft lips and a hairless cheek move along my chin as he rubs his face against mine. His love tunnel clenches my shaft. I mummer in his shell-like ear, "I love you." The boy's shoulder suddenly bangs against my chin. He's driven forward as my legs are lifted up by two strong hands. We're yanked down toward the edge of the mattress. I try to cry out but the boy's lips have returned to mine and I can only protest around his tongue. I feel a heavy blunt pressure on my tight pucker. The boy breaks off his kiss and over his shoulder I see a huge slab of a man. "Fuck him, Daddy!" the boy exclaims, and stars fill my eyes as the man follows the boy's command. The boy leans back against his father's chest. He hold my legs up and forward out of the man's way. Lifting the boy up and down, the man fucks the boy with my dick as his dick fucks me. I pound the mattress and cry out as the ass fucking heats up. The boy spasms around my cock and shoots a ribbon of sweet cream over my chest. His father lays his son down on my chest; my dick still hard and up the boy's chute. Freed from the weight of the boy, the man pile-drives his thick rod inside me. I feel his pelvis pound my butt on each thrust. His withdraw seems to pull my insides out with him. I'm in heaven. Each thrust moves my cockhead over the boy's prostate and he moans continually in my ear. Finally the stimulation of the boy's ass around my cock and the pounding of my ass are too much and I shoot deep and long inside the boy. His father pulls out and his already throbbing dick, without another touch, covers us with spunk. The man pats my butt. "Nice fuck. Now clean the boy up and get out." ### Where else could: I look over at the man lying asleep next to me, the man I've loved and shared my life and bed with for twenty years. And I know that this would be the last time, I'd see him like this. Today would be the day I'd tell him I saw him fucking that little tramp from next door and tell him to get out. I remember coming home earlier the day before after air conditioning problems at work caused the office to close early. I'd not expected Bill to be home. His car must've been in the garage. I'd always parked on the street, since Bill had the nicer car. They were in the bedroom making rutting noises and didn't hear me come in the front. My heart dropped. I knew burglers wouldn't pause for a quick fuck int the middle of a job. This had to be Bill and some other guy -well, definitely a guy, Bill wasn't the one who had experimented the other way. I quietly approached the bedroom. The door was ajar, and I could see straight into them on the bed. Bill was balls deep in the little college guy who rents a room next door. Bill was a big guy and worked hard to keep the flab off his muscular frame. I loved his hairy ass and the slight dusting of hair on his shoulder blades. But I hated all that now as I watched them undulated over that short little twinkie tart. He was a cute tart, some sorta mix of races that gave him shiney black hair and a naturally golden brown skin tone. But right now, he was the slut from hell, and public enemy number one. He must've liked Bill's big dick up him because he nutted as I watched. I knew that would send Bill over the edge. Bill had learned to cuddle me afterwards over the years, but I figured he'd turn to his old ways after this fuck and dump the tart as soon as he cam. I wasn't gonna be the crazy bitch in this scene. I went back to the front door as I heard Bill moan out his orgasm. Waiting at the door, I heard them rustle themselves into partial decency. I open the door and let it shut with a bang. The hurried activity from the bedroom almost made me laugh. "Honey, you home?" Bill said. "Yep, whatcha doing?" "You remember Thomas from next door? I've been showing him those art pictures you had taken of us last year. You know those are really good. We should put some of those up in the living room." "Maybe, but they might scare our visitors." Well, not some of them, the little slut! They came out of the bedroom. Bill had only half of his shirt tucked in. Thomas barely came up to Bill's shoulder. Dang, but he sure was cute. I'd always loved the little ones before Bill. So Bill wasn't my 'type,' but when you fall in love, you have to love the package he comes in. Thomas actually shook Bill's hand and thanked him for showing him the pictures. Then, as he left, he took my hand and thanked me, too! He didn't really shake my hand. He just held it, for longer than necessary, and looked up into my eyes. What the FUCK! The brazen hussy. But I kept my cool and made like nothing had happened. I did tell Bill that I'd made tonight laundry night and asked him to strip the bed. I wasn't sleeping on essence of Thomas tonight! Now, I look at the man I love in the light of the next morning. He's always looks so peaceful asleep. I lifted the sheet and looked at my man. That thick cock lays along his thigh. His hairy chest is moving up and down as he breathes. I can smell that unique Bill smell. God, I'll miss him! My fooling around must've woken him up, because Bill stretches and rubs his eyes. "Good morning.". . . . "and Happy Birthday." Shit, it is my birthday. And dumping my man, what a birthday present from me to me! "Baby, I wanted this to be the best birthday ever. You've been the best over all these years. And I know you love me, but I also know that from time to time you wish you had a littler guy in bed with you. Some one you could cover with that hard body of yours." He was looking me straight in the eyes as he said this. "I love when you top me, but I know it's not always the same for you. . . . You remember Thomas from yesterday? You must have seen the lust in his eyes when he looked at you as he left." Bill looks down and then back in my eyes. "He wants you. He's wanted you since he saw you washing your car in just those ratty shorts you love. And I want you to have him. I've set it up for him to come over tonight. And, it can be as you want. I'll stay, or I'll leave you two alone." And now Bill looks down for a long time. When he looks back at me, his eyes are wet. "But, Thomas would only agree to be with you if he had me first. He said he wanted to make sure that I wouldn't turn into a jealous bitch, even tho' I'd said it was ok. So, I---" I don't hear the rest as I kiss my man quiet. ### Where else could: I celebrate my eighth birthday with the best big brother ever! Jason's 13, but he still finds time to play with his little brother. We'd shared a room until last year, and I loved seeing my brother doing all those bedroom things -slipping into his sleep shorts and crawling in bed; waking with morning hair and stretching his muscles loose; coming n wet and dripping from the shower; pulling on his clothes and bending over to tie his sneakers; checking himself out in the mirror and running his fingers through his hair. Once he picked up the shirt he had worn the day before and smelled it. I guess to see if it was too ripe to use a second day. I was too little to smell up my shirts that much, but Jason must've found his sorta smelly, 'cause he let it drop to the floor and found another. I was intrigued and couldn't stop checking out his shirt when he left the room. Wow, Jason must have worn this at soccer practice cause it smelled! I inhaled a mouthful and felt such a tingle in my tummy. Smelling Jason's laundry became a habit. Shortly thereafter, Mom and Dad said we were growing up and needed the privacy of separate rooms. I knew I would miss seeing Jason all the time, but liked the idea of having more room for my stuff. And Jason was only gonna be across the hall. And I could still sneak in and smell his clothes! We had split up the twin bed set when we split up rooms, but just before my birthday, Mom and Dad got a new queen size bed and Jason begged for the old one. Jason and I had shared a bed at times when we were littler. I loved to cuddle up to him, and he'd hold me like a favorite stuffed animal. But as we -well, really him -grew, we just didn't fit easily into a twin bed. I looked at all that lovely bed in Jason's room and wondered how I could get him to relive old times! "Hey, bro'. It's your birthday! Come in and get your present!" I hear Jason call from his room. Mom was at the store getting cake and stuff, and Dad was still at work. As I enter his room, I look around but don't see any present, just Jason standing in the middle of the room with the biggest grin I'd ever seen. "Where's the present?" "Right here, bro'. I'm your present. You can do anything you like with me." "Huh?' "Yep, anything you want. You tell me and I'll do it. You want to do something, I'll let you. Just don't tell Mom and Dad." Jason wants me to do stuff, stuff he didn't want Mom and Dad to know? Or, is he gonna let me do stuff, I don't want Mom and Dad to know? I have to test this out! "Ok, take off your shirt." Jason doesn't blink, just pulls his shirt over his head. "Now, make some muscles for me." Jason put his hands up and flexed his arms. His arms had always looked skinny, but with the effort, I could see the muscles budge out. Jason turns around and shows me his back. He flexes again and I can see the faint outline of his muscles there too. Jason turns back around and says, "What next? What would you do? I spent a wonderful birthday unwrapping the best present ever! ### Where else could we spent time with a long-time lover, with a sweet boy, with a best friend, and with an unexpected encounter? Where else could we give it and take it as hard or easy as we want with whomever we desire? Thank you again to Nifty and all the Authors here. Thank you, thank you, thank you. If you have thoughts/comments please let me know.