WOR MSG#  1159  01/02/91 14:59   Read: 8
FROM: SYSOP    bob
TO:   ALL      
SMRY: FORCED WITHDRAWAL

                              FORCED WITHDRAWAL

                                       By
 
                                  Gay  Bytes

    Larry stood at his teller window counting and wrapping one's, five's,
ten's, twenties and one hundred dollar bills. It had been a very busy
day at the First National Bank of Friendly User, Nevada. The clock on
the wall showed 5:57 P.M. on this Friday afternoon.
    Three more minutes and the bank would be closed for the long holiday
weekend. Larry was really looking forward to a much needed rest and a
quiet evening at home with a good book of dirty gay stories.
    Most of the customers were milling toward the front door, having
already made their weekly deposits and withdrawals. Only three were
still at the teller's window.
    Larry stamped, dated and initialed the last strap on a stack of
twenties when he glanced up and saw a husky looking man standing at his
window watching his every move. The man was around six feet tall and
wearing dark sunglasses, a leather jacket and a sock-cap pulled down
tightly over his head.
    "May I help you, sir?" Larry asked in his usual soft tone.
    The man quickly slid his hand under his coat and pointed something
at Larry from underneath.
    "Yes, you may," he replied gruffly. "This is a stick-up, buddy, and
I want you to put all those pretty wrapped bills in this bag."
    The husky man pushed a medium sized laundry bag toward Larry.
    "Hurry up or I'll blow your brains out."

at any minute. He began to shake as his knees started to buckle. He
quickly braced himself against the counter, not knowing quite what to
do.
    "Hurry up you mother-fucker," the man grumbled, "Fill this fucking
bag...NOW!"
    Suddenly, the teller next to Larry saw what was going on and
screamed franticly. She scared Larry so much that he nearly jumped over
the counter. The robber pulled out his weapon and shouted for everyone
to lie down on the floor. The manager and loan officers stood up to see
what was going on. The robber fired two shots into the ceiling and
repeated his demand. The manager and loan officers immediately dove for
the floor with their hands over their heads.
    "Alright!" the robber shouted. "This is a stick-up and don't anyone
move!...Not even a little bit, or I'll shoot the first thing that
quivers...Now, teller boy, fill up this fucking bag and do it fast!"
    Larry took the bag and began to place the money inside of it in an
orderly manner. He was always a neat and tidy person when it comes to
arranging things.
    "What the hell are you doing, teller boy?...Stuff the fucking dough
in the bag...I didn't ask you to gift wrap it."
    Larry quickly began cramming the money into the bag, still shaking
like he had palsy or some uncontrolable disease. When he was finished,
he pushed the bag toward the gunman and tried to smile for acceptance
that he had done good. The robber grabbed the bag and threw it over his
shoulder, then turned.
    Suddenly, he turned back toward Larry and reached over the counter
and grasp Larry by the arm. Larry thought for sure he had broken it.
    "Okay, teller boy, you're coming with me...You're my insurance
policy that I get the fuck out of here."
    The robber yanked on Larry's arm and dragged him over the counter
and down onto the floor.
    "Get up, teller boy...Let's get the fuck out of here."
    Larry scrambled to his feet and was wisked out the back door,
slipping and sliding, trying to gain his balance. The robber pulled him
across the parking lot and then stopped in front of a large black 1950
Harley Davidson motorcycle. It had one very large worn leather seat. The
robber motioned for Larry to climb on, but Larry didn't know the first
thing about how to even begin.
    "Put your fucking leg over the seat, kid, and let's get the fuck out
of here...My patience is running very low...DO IT!"
    Larry lifted his leg, but the seat was too high and he almost fell
over backwards. Finally, after securing the money bag to the motorcycle,
the robber literally lifted Larry up and sat him squarely on the back of
the seat, then swung himself over the front and started the engine. The
big two-wheeled machine came to life and they roared out of the parking
lot and down the street, hitting sixty miles per hour before Larry could
take a deep breath.
    Larry held onto the robber for dear life as they made their way onto
the interstate, gaining more speed as they went. Larry's arms clutched
the waist of the robber so tight he knew his hands were turning blue.
The cold wind in Larry's face felt somewhat refreshing as he squinted
his eyes and tried to relax a little.
    Fifteen minutes into the ride, Larry began to let up a bit as he
began to get the hang of riding on the bike. Infact, he was now kind of
enjoying the excitement. The only thing he didn't know was what was
going to happen to him when they get to where ever they were going. He
would find out in a very short time.
    Another ten minutes passed. Larry tried to wiggle his fingers and
found out that they were still attached to his hand. In some strange
way, Larry felt good having his arms around this crazed stranger, racing
in the wind to unknown places. He relaxed his hands a bit and wiggled
his fingers again. It suddenly dawned on him that he had his hands just
above the robber's crotch. That excited him.
    Larry inched his hands lower and gently planted them squarely on the
robbers basket. He could feel a fat puffing beneath the robber's worn
Levis.
    Larry felt a quick shiver streak through him as he eased his fingers
down on the fat puffing. There was no hardness there, but the fat
puffing was very pronounced and very solid. This guy was all man and
then some.
    Larry released the pressure from his fingers and then pressed again,
harded. The robber seemed oblivious to what Larry was doing. Larry did
it several more times, then stopped. He could feel the edge of the man's
Levis and touched a button at the base of the fly. He felt up the fly
and located the next button, and then the next.
He wondered if he could slip a finger in between the buttons without the
robber noticing. After all, there was a lot of vibration from the
speeding motorcycle. Larry thought he would try.
    Larry felt along the fly and found a small opening. He slowly
slipped his index finger into the opening and touched something warm and
smooth. Was it the man's soft dick, or was it the edge of his balls?
Larry could not feel any hairs, so he decided it was the sleeping cock.
He touched it very easily. It was so soft and fat. Larry's mind began to
spin at the mere excitement of what he was doing. Here he was, speeding
along a freeway at who knows how fast and scared out of his wits,
feeling a soft dick and wanting more.
    Suddenly, the button pop open. Larry froze wondering if the robber
was aware. He waited for a long moment, but the robber did nothing. He
didn't reach down to see what was going on. He didn't say, "Get your
fucking hand off my cock!" He didn't even slow the bike.  So, Larry
assumed he had the okay to continue. So, he did.
    Larry pushed two fingers into the opening and then three. Another
button pop open. There was now room for his entire hand. Should he?
He decided, yes. Larry softly layed his hand on the waiting organ. The
man did not flinch or make any jesture of objection.
    Slowly, Larry wrapped his chilled hand and fingers around the
robber's fat dick. It felt so warm and alive in his hand. He squeezed it
and felt it start to grow. Larry squeezed some more. It grew more until
there was hardly any room left for both of them.
    Pre-cum began oozing into Larry's hand. The more he squeezed the
more the pre-cum seeped out. Larry was already hard himself and could
feel his own pre-cum saturating his shorts.
    Suddenly, Larry felt the robber shift in his seat. He thought he was
really in trouble, now. The robber shifted some more and without notice,
two more buttons popped open and the guy's dick shot out. Larry grabbed
it and held on. The robber looked down and Larry could see him smile. He
knew that all was okay and started to stroke the foot long cock of his
abductor.
    As the wind whistled through his hair and the tears streaked from
his eyes and down his cheeks, Larry stroked the fat dick and didn't stop
until he felt the cum gushing out and smearing all over his hand. He
didn't stop until every ounce of the robber's balls were empty. He
drained them completely and still held on for dear life.
    Suddenly, he felt the motorcycle begin to slow and  finally
stop. He didn't know what was happening and was almost afraid to ask.
The robber slipped off the bike and took a huge piss, then got back on
and they were off to the races again.

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WOR MSG#  1162  01/02/91 19:09   Read: 6
FROM: SYSOP    bob
TO:   ALL      
SMRY: FORCED WITHDRAWAL...PART 2


    Larry is now in a complete state of shock about what has happened.
He has just jacked-off a bank-robbing kidnapper at eighty-miles an hour
while sitting on the back of a motorcycle and the only reaction he has
gotten is a quick piss and a hard-on. Wait til the girls at the Buffalo
hear about this. Hell, they'll think he's really flipped this time. Fuck
em, let them eat their hearts out, wondering.
    Meanwhile, the speed of the Harley is back where it was at eighty.
Larry continued to have his arms wrapped around the crazed cyclist with
his hands squeezed between the guy's legs. Larry pressed the side of his
face tightly against the back of the driver and could feel the warmth
emitting through. It kind of felt like a scene from Bonnie and Clyde and
you know which part he had.
    Again the bike began to slow as they down-geared onto an off ramp.
At the bottom, they turned left and started up a dirt road toward an old
house. They crept into the driveway and rode around back. The robber cut
the engine and slid off, then hurried to the back door. It opened with a
squeak and he disappeared inside. A dim light flickered on. The robber
appeared at the doorway and motioned for Larry to follow. He tried to be
a cool in dismounting, but fell right on his ass. Larry shook his head
and got up, dusting himself off as he made his way to the porch. He
entered.
    The old house reeked of mildew and decay. It contained a table, an
old couch and a rickety broken-down bed with dirty covers. YUCK was the
only word Larry could think of.
    The robber tossed the bag of money onto the table and opened it up.
He emptied it and wipped his chin in surprise.
    "You did real good, " he said to Larry like he was suddenly part of
the gang..."Yes, sir, you did real fuckin good."
    The robber quickly counted the bands of strapped money and mouthed
to himself, "Holy shit! Fifty-five grand...Not bad for a fuckin high
school drop-out...Right, kid?"
    Larry nodded uncomfortably and gave him a simple smile before
uttering, "Sir? Why am I here?"
    The robber just looked at him sheepishly and replied, "Because I
want you to be...And what I want, I usually get."
    "What is it you want?" Larry asked.
    "For starters, kid, take your clothes off."
    "I beg your pardon."
    "No need to beg for anything, kid...Just get your fuckin clothes
off."
    Larry sat down slowly and undid his shoelaces. He removed his shoes
and socks, then stood up. He undid his buckle and unzipped his pants,
then let them slide to the floor. He removed his shirt and jacket and
placed them on the couch. Only his shorts remained. They were damp and
splotchy in front.
    "Go ahead, kid, take em off...I want to see what you got."
    Larry bent down and scooted out of his underware and stood up
totally naked. His long soft cock hung limp before him with tell-tale
signs of dried pre-cum crusted around the head.
    "Not bad, kid...Not bad...Course you can't compare to me and my
whopper...I've had many a compliment on my dick, but you got yourself a
real pretty one...Nice shape...Cut real clean...Nice balls that hang
real good...Shit, you could win yourself a contest with what you
got...Don't get me wrong, I'm not jealous or anything, but to be honest
with you havin a log like mine can be a pain in the ass sometimes...Most
of the time I can't get it fully hard...Takes a lot of blood to pack it
all the way up...If I've been drinkin or smokin pot, it can be a real
pisser gettin it up."
    Larry was getting more embarrassed each moment he stood there.
Finally, he said, "What do you want of me...Sir?"
    "Ah, shit! Quit the fuckin SIR...Just call me Stanley."
    "STANLEY!" replied Larry with a snicker.
    "What the fuck is so funny?"
    Larry snickered again and said, "Of all the names in the world that
would fit you, like Bulldog or Gorilla or Madmax, you tell me I can call
you Stanley...Now, that's funny, if you don't mind me saying so."
    Stanley thought for a minute and also burst out into a loud laugh.
    "You know, kid...You're right...Never thought of it before...Yeh,
that is kinda funny."
    Stanley walked over to Larry and put his arm around his shoulder.
    "I like you, kid...Come on over to the bed and let's get more
acquainted...I think you and me is goin to have a ball."
    Stanley led Larry to the bed and eased Larry down slowly, then
stood before him.
    "You're a fine specimen of a young man," Stanley said as he eyed
Larry from head to foot..."You're tall and lean with soft bulging
muscles...a beautiful dick and balls...not too hairy, but a fine beard
and curly hair...Yes sir, kid, you're a cutie and I do love a cutie."
    Stanley removed his clothes and layed down beside Larry and put his
arm around his chest.
    "What you did on the Harley on our way up here took a lot of guts,
kid...Gotta hand it to you, you got guts."
    Larry sat up on one arm and looked at Stanley's naked body. He was
muscular from head to foot with smooth light brown skin. He probably
was in his forties, but he must have worked out all of his life to have
a body like his. Larry rolled over and faced Stanley. They both smiled
and then took each other into their arms and kissed lightly. Their
tongues met and they tasted each others wetness. Then, they kissed deep.
    After a long moment they sat back and fondled each others breasts.
Stanley sat up and began rubbing his tongue around and around Larry's
nipples until they were hard and wanting. Stanley's hand was softly
tracing a trail down Larry's stomach, around his navel and into his
pubics. He teased his hand beside Larry's now throbbing cock, just
bearly brushing the side of Larry's shaft and then on down to Larry's
tight balls. Stanley kissed Larry again as he wrapped his strong hand
around Larry's wanting cock-head. Pre-cum oozed on Stanley's palm as he
continued to slowly stroke Larry's cock.
    Stanley raised up and lowered himself down onto Larry's stomach and
opened his mouth wide. He guided Larry's cock deep into his mouth and
then closed it tight, allowing Larry's pre-cum to soak into his saliva.
    Larry turned completely around and found Stanley's huge meat and
sucked it deep into his throat. Each now had each other's cocks in their
mouths and sucking and stroking almost to the same rhythm. Larry was
surprised he was able to take Stanley's foot-longer into his throat so
easily, for this was truly the largest cock he had ever seen, let alone
sucked, but he seem to do it with ease.
    The juices in each of their balls were beginning to cook and they
knew it would not be long until they both had a large mouth full. They
continued to stroke and pump and then it happened. Both at the same
time. Cum squirted out of their cocks and quickly filled their mouths
and throat. They both groaned in ecstasy, but continued to suck and suck
and suck. Finally, the rhythm stopped and they lay their completely
spent. They swallowed again and again until every bit of cum was taken.
Then, they slowly rolled apart. After a long while of deep breathing,
Stanley spoke, "Kid, I got a proposition for you."
    "What?" Larry said softly.
    "I've got a little place on an island in the Pacific that I'm going
to go live on...The money I got from the bank will last a life time...I
want you to go with me...Just you and me, kid...What do you say?"
    Larry opened his eyes wide and thought for a moment. No more fuckin
bank. No more smog. No more rat races. No more games people play. No
more getting crapped on. No More...Larry sat up and looked into
Stanley's eyes and smiled warmly.
    "What time does the boat leave?"
 
                                * * *

    ONE YEAR LATER...

    "Oh Stanley, dear...Could I have another Mai Tai...My throat is so
dry today."
    "But of course, kid...It's no wonder from all the meat you been
eating lately."
    "Well, you taught me to take in as much protein as possible so my
muscles will grow as big as your's."
    "Yeh, kid, got to keep your muscle big and hard...very big and
hard."
    Stanley and Larry laughed as they watched the sun go down on another
beautiful tropical night in Shangri-La.

THE END (but really the beginning).