Date: Wed, 3 Dec 2014 11:12:40 -0800
From: socaltop <socaltop@gmail.com>
Subject: Bong Bang

The following story is property of the author. It involves sex between
consenting adult men. If this type of sex is offensive to your
sensibilities, well then that's too bad. I really don't care. But it would
probably be best if you stopped reading now. (Of course, you might want to
ask yourself why you're here on Nifty in the first place, reading this
stuff. Grin.)

What follows happened a long time ago when I was in my early twenties. I
think. It might have just been a dream. Or a fantasy involving a guy I had
a crush on. No matter. It's still a hot story.

Bong Bang

It's Friday night and I just want a toke. I need something to relax me
after rough week. But my stash is gone and I'm between paychecks. What to
do?

Then I think of Danny T, a friend and old school mate. (What was his last
name? Trujillo? Trevero? Something that started with a T.) So I hop into my
musty-green Datsun B210 and head crosstown to his place off Rose
Avenue. Ten minutes later I'm there.

Parking isn't too bad. I only have to go around the block once before I
find a space just up the street and park my car. I'm just getting out when
I spot a couple of guys leaving Danny's half of the duplex where he
lives. I recognize one as a friend of a friend who, rumor has it, deals
weed. That's a good sign, I think.

I mosey up to Danny's front doorstep. It's a balmy night and he's left the
front door open behind the screen door. I can see his apartment inside;
kind of messy with empty beer bottles on the coffee table. I knock on the
screen door and call out his name. "Danny?"

He appears from his kitchen to the right. "Terry? Hey man, how you doin'?
Come on in." I open the screen door and go in. "Wanna beer?" he asks.

He's standing there barefoot, just wearing a pair of light blue – almost
see-through – cotton shorts, holding out a beer to me. I'm a bit
startled; I haven't seen this much of his body since high school gym
class. He's filled out nicely in the years since and is nicely
proportioned, with pale almost flawless skin to contrast with his curly
jet-black shoulder length hair. His chest is hairless and he's been trying
to grow a beard, but his Latino genes aren't cooperating. All he had to
show for it are fuzzy long sideburns and a sparse Vandyke-like goatee.

"Ah... sure" I say and he hands me the beer. He turns around. I watch his
ass bounce with each step as he heads back into the kitchen, opens the
refrigerator and gets himself another beer. It's strange. In high school my
crushes had always been on the jocks. Danny was just the funny Latino kid
who always hung out with us. But here he is, almost naked and I can't help
but notice.

He comes back from the kitchen and we head to the living room. He flops
down on the couch and I take a seat in the chair opposite, next to the
coffee table. "So, Terry boy. To what do I owe the honor of your visit?" he
asks. He leans back against the sofa, putting his arms behind his head
showing off his sweaty pits. The smell of him suddenly hits me like a ton
of bricks. It's a raunchy, sexy smell. I can feel myself getting hard.

"Actually...I...uh..." I stammer and try to collect myself, "I was hoping
to score a little weed, but I'm low on funds." I smile and look him in the
eye. "Can you maybe roll me a joint and I'll pay you back next week?"

He shakes his head. "No can do. I only have a little left. But I can offer
you a toke or two from my bong."

I shrug. "Okay." But I think it's odd. Hadn't I just seen...what was his
name again, that `friend of a friend'? Jeff? Jim? Something like
that. Danny leans forward and to the side and pulls out a small plastic
film roll container and a water bong from under the table to the side of
the sofa. When he does that I admire his ass again...and notice what looks
like a wet spot right where...right where his asshole should be! I struggle
to say something.

"Didn't I just see that friend of Julie's, the one who sells weed?" I ask.

"You mean Joey?" Danny asks me. He puts the bong on the coffee table and
opens the plastic film roll container. He pours the contents out on a
magazine cover. He's right. He really doesn't have much weed left. "Yeah he
was just here. With a friend. They..." he pauses, looks up at me and
grins. "They hung out here for a bit." He goes back to the task at hand,
quickly cleaning the weed and packing it into the bong.

"Now, where's that lighter?" He looks around then leans forward and digs
around under that side table. I see his beefy butt again. Yeah, he does
have a wet spot on his shorts! A moment later he's found the lighter and
turns back to the coffee table. He uses it to light the weed and takes a
big hit off the bong then hands both to me. I do the same. We repeat. He
lights and takes a hit. Then me. And once more for good measure until the
last of his weed is just ash.

A few minutes pass. I'm sitting in the chair next to him, my eyes closed
feeling the effects of the weed slowly flowing through me. I take a tug off
my beer.

"So, is that all you came for?" His voice sounds far away. I open my
eyes. He's lying back against the sofa, his beer in one hand and his other
arm behind his head. And he's staring at me. "The weed, I mean. Is that all
you came for?" Jesus! I think maybe he's hitting on me!

Well you know how weed seems to blow away your inhibitions? It seems to
blow away mine. So I go for it. Boldly.

I lean forward and look him straight in the eyes. "What else are you
offering?" For a moment he seems to be at a loss for words. Then he smiles.

"Depends. What did you have in mind?"

"Dude." It's my turn to smile. "You've got wet spot on your ass."

"What!" He sits bolt upright and reaches down to feel around between his
legs. He finds the wet spot. "Shit!"

"So did Jim and his friend...I mean Joey and his friend..." I leave the
rest unsaid. Danny looks at me and just nods. That's it for me and I start
laughing. "You are SO busted!"

But he isn't laughing. He isn't mad, but he isn't laughing. He just shrugs
then leans back on the sofa looking at me. I realize he's looking down at
my crotch. I look down as well and I realize I have a hard-on and he can
see it. I stop laughing and look back at him. A moment passes and I reach
out and place my hand on his leg just above his knee. His skin feels hot to
the touch. He doesn't pull away.

"Close the front door." I do as he asks; I get up and close the door. From
behind me I hear the sofa creak. "I'll be right back." I turn to see Danny
go into his bedroom. A moment later he's back with a jar of Vaseline and a
little brown bottle of poppers. He plops back onto the sofa on his back. In
an instant he's shucked off his blue shorts and is naked. He has a nice
uncut cock, already stiffening up lying against his belly in a nice bush of
soft black hair.

I kick off my shoes, unbutton and step out of my 501s (I'm going commando)
and take off my t-shirt. No foreplay is needed; I am already hard. My cock
bobs as I walk across the room. Danny bends his legs at the knees and
arches his back slightly. He reaches for the Vaseline, scoops some out and
dabs the greasy stuff around his puffy pink asslips. His wet, cummy and now
freshly lubed hole is awaiting my rampant cock. I lie between his legs and
he pulls them around my hips. My balls are already pulled tight in
anticipation and I ache to feel his wet muscle-lined flesh close around my
hard cock. I eagerly anticipate adding my semen to the semen already there.

Danny reaches over and grabs the bottle of poppers. He unscrews the lid and
offers me some. I shake my head. "Not right now. But keep it handy." He
shrugs and takes a couple of whiffs and screws the lid back on.

I press the plum shaped helmet of my cock against his puffy pink asslips,
jabbing repeatedly then withdrawing to feel the elasticity of his portal as
it opens and closes. I feel the tight ring of muscle close behind the head
of my cock. I hear Danny sigh; he's feeling the rush of the poppers. He has
pushed himself up onto my cock, grabbing me with the muscle of pleasure
between his legs. I look into his face. A sly grin registers on both our
faces as I slowly ease myself inside him. He winces a bit then whimpers and
I feel his swollen balls come to rest in the nest of hair at the top of my
cock.

His muscled ring squeezes the base of my cock as I become fully sheathed in
his hot moist flesh. I begin hammering into him. Not many bottoms can take
my thickness with ease and Danny seems to struggle a moment. But right now
this is not about Danny. This is about me. Joey and his friend have already
made him ready for me; I can hear their semen squelching as Danny's ass
swallows my cock over and over. He's now hard and his cock and balls flail
wildly as I take my pleasure. He whimpers as I long dick him, going as deep
as I can, passing the head of my cock through that inner ring and feeling
it snap shut behind the corona, and then snap shut again as I pull back a
few inches. I short dick him, making sure to tease the nerves near the head
of my cock as I feel the nub of his inflamed prostate on the underside of
my hard cock. We never lose eye contact. This is not making love. This is
rutting. This is lust at its best. He is becoming my sex toy as I am
becoming his. He is becoming my masturbation device and I am becoming
his. This is raw pleasure.

Danny unscrews the poppers again and looks at me. This time I nod my
assent. He lifts the bottle to my nose and I take two big whiffs. Then he
takes a couple and recaps the bottle.

Danny reaches down and begins to stroke himself beneath me. I shove my cock
deeply inside him again and again. Then we both moan as we begin to feel
the rush of the poppers; my heart starts to pound and I have a desperate
urge to feel that indescribable moment of ecstasy and release. I do some
quick rabbit-fucking jabs into his gut, rubbing the super sensitive head of
my cock against his prostate some more. His hand becomes a blur on his
cock. His balls stop dancing with his stroking and pull tight against his
body. He suddenly lets loose a huge volley of semen, spraying both himself
and me with white goo as he moans and whimpers through his own release.

"I'm cumming," he whispers softly, thrusting his hips upward with me still
imbedded inside him.  My body and cock follow him up and come back down
with him.

"I know you are," I assure him. "I'm almost there too." We both ride
through his orgasm as my cock swells with the intense pleasure of loving
myself using his flesh and feeling his muscled ring spasming and squeezing
my cock. He continues to moan and I push deeper; finally I fall over the
edge.

I am immobile and burrowed inside him as the first ropes of my semen travel
down the thick urethra of my cock and flood his already cream-filled
colon. I lean down and kiss Danny, slipping my tongue in his mouth as deep
as I have my cock in his ass. And then I begin ramming myself again and
again into his spasming hole, my cock pulsing and spewing out my seed. I
feel it swim in an abundance of man seed as semen spills out of him and
cascades down my nutsack onto the sofa beneath us. I suck his breath from
him one last time, and then fall, satiated on top of him, lying in the
puddle of cum between us, my face buried in his neck.

"Fuck" I hear him say. I lift up my head and look up at him. We're both
panting, sweaty from our lustful copulation. I feel his repeated squeezing
of my softening cock that still impales him.

"We just did" I say. And we both giggle like little school girls. I start
to feel myself shrink inside him. I lift up and look down at the connection
between us. My slick and cum-covered cock is surrounded by his sweet pink
asslips, all puffy and pulled out; clinging to me like a mouth that doesn't
want to let go of a sweet and delicious sucker.

I pull back just a bit...and I plop out. My cock now lies heavily on his
thigh, all thick and slimy and happy. Danny reaches down and his fingers
caress the muscled ring, feel the seed dribbling from his pucker and scoop
some up. He brings his fingers to his mouth and licks them.

"Dude" I whisper to him. "That is so fucking nasty." Then I grin. "Let me
have some." He reaches back down, scoops some more of the leaking semen,
and brings his fingers up to my mouth. Now it's my turn to lick them. And I
do. And then his mouth meets mine and we're licking them together. Now
we're kissing. And now I'm starting to get hard again.

(Note: Comments welcome: socaltop AT gmail DOT com)