Date: Sun, 2 Sep 2012 08:38:46 -0700 (PDT)
From: Dj Montgomery <djmontgomery99@yahoo.com>
Subject: "Kye"  part 1

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				   "Kye"
				  Part 1

     Eating a T-bone steak at Jake's Place was one of my favorite ways to
spend a Saturday evening.  I didn't do it often enough.  Jake could always
cook my medium-rare steak to perfection, and when it was topped by fresh
mushrooms and Vidalia onions sautéed in butter, it could literally melt
in your mouth.  It would take a lot to tear my attention from that
anticipated feast, but tonight it did happen.

     A group of boisterous young men strode through the door, making more
noise than they should in a fine restaurant like this.  They were all about
the same age, possibly in their early 20's, and judging from what I could
view, all were probably football players from the local university.  As
they came through the door, each was more studly than those preceding him.
It was a sea of soft brown and green eyes, square jaws, and thick thigh
muscles rippling beneath snug jeans.  Today had been the last game of the
season, and the team had finished with a very successful record, having
only lost twice to great opponents.  They were probably going to celebrate
with large quantities of meat and beer, now that the season was over.
Maybe they'd get a bowl invitation, maybe not, but tonight would be for
celebrating.

     The last guy through the door really grabbed my attention.  "He" was a
few inches taller than the others, and drop-dead gorgeous.  Most of the
casual conversation, except for those guys, seemed to stop as all eyes in
the place centered on him.  He strode in to the main dining room, his
bubble butt straining at the fabric of his jeans as the globes of his ass
moved seductively back and forth, rubbing against each other.  He joined
all the others near a large table, and he seemed to take no notice of all
the attention he was getting.

     Removing his jacket, he revealed a t-shirt pulled snuggly across
massive pecs, with his nips poking through like they were trying to escape
the fabric.  His sleeves gathered tightly around his huge biceps, and he
swept his collar-length black hair away from his face as he reached out
with his other hand to slap one of his teammates on the back in response to
a comment.  He joked with the others as they gathered at the bar, ordered
drinks, then sat at that large table, probably no more than 25 feet from
me.  "He" sat at the far side of the table, facing me, which was going to
make eating my meal difficult.  I could do little more than stare and drool
when I was not looking down at my plate.  Suddenly, the T-bone wasn't the
focus of my attention.

     I finished my meal as fast as I could, chewing silently as I raked
over his upper body with my eyes, taking in his huge delts, the dimples in
his cheeks, and that killer smile.  I ate faster, knowing that I needed to
get out of Jake's and get home as soon as possible.  The Internet would
provide me with an opportunity to "express" how I was feeling right now.
But before I could get away from the table, my boner would have to soften
so that it would stop tenting my slacks.

     I would look up occasionally to steal a glance, then look back down to
settle myself.  I knew I could get going sooner if I would just stop
looking, but I couldn't.  One more glance, then I'll go, I thought.  I
looked up, and his eyes met mine.  I couldn't look away.  Busted.  My
erection swelled.  He smiled.  I knocked over my water glass in my hurry to
look away.  A little of the water dripped onto my lap, so I got up, napkin
in my crotch to soak up the water, and I headed to the restroom.  On my way
over, I waived for the waiter to bring my bill to my table.

     I dried the water off my pants as well as I could, then walked over to
the urinal to take a piss.  The ride home was long, and relieving myself
would make the trip more enjoyable.

     I heard the restroom door open, then close, as someone walked over to
the urinal next to me on my right.  It was "him."  He unzipped his jeans
which seemed to hang across his bubble butt, just below an impossibly thin
waist.  He pulled out the thickest, longest piece of manmeat I had ever
seen, and started to piss.  Mine trickled and slowed as my cock stiffened
again.  My eyes moved up from his cock to find him looking at me with
piercing blue eyes.

     "You like what you see?" he asked casually.  He smiled again.

     I didn't know what to do.  I was almost old enough to be his dad, and
buried deep in the closet.  I certainly didn't want to explore my sexuality
in the men's room.  I smiled in return, and focused back on trying to
finish the job I had started.  It was then that I realized I was pissing on
my shoe.  I corrected my aim, finished, and began to stuff my swollen prick
back into my slacks.

     Suddenly a hand grabbed the hair on the back of my head and jerked me
backward.  "I said, do you like what you see?" he repeated, but now there
was a scowl on his face.

     "I saw you staring at me, looking me up and down like a piece of meat.
No guy does that to Kye Ramos and gets away with it.  So you want a piece
of me?  I've got a piece that I think you can service.  Not going to get
any cunt tonight anyway, so you'll do."

     With that, he dragged me backward by my hair into the handicapped
stall, as his jeans fell to his knees.  He swung me around, my cock still
hanging out of my pants, which had fallen to my ankles.  Then he slammed me
down on the stool.

     "Think you can take this?" he snarled.  As I opened my mouth to
protest, he used his hand till tangled in my hair to pull my head forward
and his other hand to guide my head onto his stiffening cock.  He jammed it
in, hitting the back of my throat, and I gagged.

     "Oh, no, none of that, faggot boy!  You are NOT going to get ANYTHING
on MY jeans.  Don't you dare juice onto my jeans.  And NO teeth!"  With
that, he began pistoning into my mouth, and I continued to try to keep from
gagging.

     "Too bad I've only got a few minutes in here.  I'll bet you have a
really nice man pussy, don't you faggot boy."

     His cock was battering the back of my throat, and suddenly it slipped
in, choking me.  He held my head on his cock, and he groaned as he began to
deliver a huge load of cock snot down my throat.  I was pulling at his
hands so that I could back my head off his cock, but he just tightened his
grip on my hair, making it feel like he was going to pull it out at the
roots.  He kicked his foot at my crotch, diverting my attention by slamming
into my balls.  Things started to go black, and then he pulled back,
freeing me from his cock.  He untangled his hands from my hair, and lightly
slapped my cheek.  When he let go, I fell awkwardly to the floor.  I tried
to sit up on the floor, pants still around my ankles.

     "That was real nice, honey," he whispered as he leaned over to put his
face next to mine.  Then he hauled back and slapped my face as hard as he
could, knocking me back to the floor.  Raising his voice, he glared at me
and yelled, "I don't ever want to see you in this restaurant again.  This
is my territory, and I don't want you looking at me, ever!"

     Kye opened the stall door, and started to walk away when he saw that
my wallet had fallen out of my pants pocket.  He picked it up, and looked
inside.  "Well, it looks like you're going to buy dinner for me and my
friends, too!"  He thumbed through the wad of bills that he found, taking
all but about ten dollars.  Then he took my driver's license, saying, "This
will make a nice souvenir on my desk at home.  It'll remind me of the nice
date we had, sweetie.  Oh, and here we have a Visa card, too.  How nice of
you to buy me some new clothes.  Thanks, slut."

     Then he snarled again.  "Now when you leave the restroom, I do NOT
want you looking around.  Just get the fuck out!  NOW!"  Kye turned around,
and walked out.  I pulled myself together, feeling lucky that he had not
ripped my clothing.  I walked out of the restroom and headed for my table.
As I got there, I realized that the money Kye had left in my wallet
wouldn't pay for my meal.  I flagged down the waiter, and asked to see
Jake.

     When Jake emerged from the kitchen, He walked directly over to my
table.  Walking right across his path, but behind him, was Kye.  He glared
at me and waived my Visa in his hand, drawing it across his throat giving
me a silent signal that I better not say anything about the restroom or I'd
be dead.  I told Jake that I had forgotten my cash at home, and he offered
to put it on a tab that I could pay at a later date, not knowing that I
dare not return.

     I returned to my car, started the engine, and began to leave the
parking lot.  I looked in the rearview mirror to see how I looked, and it
was then that I saw the bright red handprint across my face, and a string
of cum hanging down from my lower lip across my chin.  Shit!