Date: Sun, 04 Nov 2001 03:23:11
From: Bill Drake <billdrake@hotmail.com>
Subject: Friday Night Pickup

Friday Night Pickup
Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)


WARNING: The following is for adults only. Contains graphic depictions of
men having sex with men. Do not read if this bothers you.


Thanks to all the guys out there who have written in response to my
stories. (My previous stories are listed in the Authors section of Nifty.)
Even if I haven't had the chance to respond, I appreciate it. Don't worry:
I plan on continuing on with Team Reward and wrapping up Parents Weekend,
but until I get back in the groove and find the time, I'm posting a few
shorter, get-off-quick stories.  This one is based on real events, for what
that's worth, so I don't know if it lives up to standards of the others.
But let me know if you like it.  Comments to billdrake@hotmail.com.  Thanks
to Dean, whose correspondence first urged me to write this down.



Friday Night Pickup


I see him across the bar standing alone. The weather is finally starting to
warm up a little in Boston and this guy was wearing a snug-fitting blue
T-shirt that showed a fantastic body - I guess I like all sorts of men's
builds, but this one definitely had to be my favorite: thick and muscular,
with enough body fat to fill out the appearance, but not to be chubby or
stocky looking. I'm a pretty tall guy, 6'3", and this guy is about two
inches shorter.

I get distracted talking to my friends and a while later I look over and
notice the guy walking past. If he was hot-looking from the front, his back
is perfection - nice, meaty lats that swell and taper down to the start of
a perfect bubble butt that fill the guy's jeans. I know I have to have this
guy, so I excuse myself from my friends and followed him to the other side
of the bar.

The guy is standing on his own against the wall again, looking uninterested
in his surroundings, but I can tell he was on the prowl. My suspicions are
confirmed when our eyes meet. He locks his gaze with mine, and I can see
and feel the hunger in it.

After taking a piss I go and introduce myself to him. We shoot the shit for
a while, until this guy says point blank, "So, what are you going after
here? Wanna go somewhere and fuck my ass?"  I'm taken aback by his
forwardness and admittedly a little shocked that a guy this hot would be
such an upfront bottom - sometimes they'll never ask you to fuck them,
until you pull their legs apart and suddenly they are up in the air or
wrapped around your waist and your dick is poking their hole. Like I always
say, I always appreciate a guy who knows what he wants and knows how to get
it - and if he's a bottom stud asking for my cock, so much the better! So I
tell him fuck yeah, that we should go back to my place and I'll screw him a
new hole.

By now I have a major hardon in my jeans and am getting even hornier
feeling how close we were leaning into each other's bodies while talking
over the noise of the bar. We spend the next fifteen minutes talking about
what we were going to do to each other.  As I lean in to listen to him, I
place my arm around his shoulder, partly to feel the muscular flesh of his
shoulder beneath his T-shirt and partly to show my dominance over this
stud. The more we talk, the closer our torsos get, until I can feel the
heat radiating off his body. I'm so hot to fuck him, I know I have to take
him home now.

Once we get to my place, I open the door and guide him in the dark room
first. I live in a studio apartment, so it's not much distance from the
door to the bed. I shut the door and in the dark, push this stud back on
the bed. I jump on top of his frame and pin his body with mine, as I grab
his wrists and as our mouths grind together in a heated kiss. I can tell
he's excited as I am, and the knowledge makes my heart pound in sheer
horniness. I can feel his heartbeat and the heat and hardness of his chest
through our shirts.

I release his hands and undo his jeans, yanking them down to his ankles. He
isn't wearing any underwear. I unbutton my jeans and pull them and my
boxers down enough to free my hard cock. When our tongues meet again, our
hard cocks are rubbing together, lubing up slightly with pre-cum.

But I know what I wanted, and I need to fuck this stud right now. Without
speaking, I flip the guy over. His jeans are still around his ankles, so I
can't spread his legs apart very much, so I reach under his hips and pull
him up into a doggy position. I grab some lube from my bedstand and squirt
a large gob on the head of my dick.  My cock is moderately big. About seven
inches, not huge or fat, but full-sized and mostly cylindrical, with just a
slight curve to the left. It's bigger than most guys I meet, but won't win
any Guiness records.

Anyway, my cockhead is all flared up in excitement at this point, and I put
the lubed head square in my fuckee's hole and start teasing the sphincter
with my dick. The guy's obviously feeling great when I do this, and he lets
out a sigh of "aw yeah" as I gently poke a quarter-inch of cock into his
hole to lube and loosen it up. I'm gradually working more and more cock
into the opening as his asshole relaxes and dilates for me. I know it's
time for a condom, so I pull it out. The guy gasps and begs me to fuck him
right then.  I slip on a rubber and get return to fucking his hole. Slowly
and steadily my shaft eases into his guts, as my hands grab his waist tight
to hold him stead while I mount him. "That's it, Bill," he grunts, "dick
me."

I go slow at first, bending over his magnificent back as I shaft his ass
good and deep. With each thrust my fuck stud groans, and pretty soon he's
urging me on. He keeps telling me to pound his ass harder, and I realize
just how deep and sexy his voice is. I tell him he must need this fuck bad,
because he's acting like a slut for it. I started rutting him harder,
reaching around his chest with my arms and holding on as I piston my cock
in and out as hard and fast as I can. I worry at first that it might be too
rough for this guy, but he's a pro at taking cock, and just groans in
pleasure with each shove of my dick.

I decide it's time for him to get off. With my arms around him, I pull us
both upright. I slow down my pace a little to really massage his prostate,
and work over his chest, kneading the muscle and playing with his tits. The
guy whimpers, as if he's trying to fight back an orgasm. God, it turns me
on so much to think that I have this stud in my arms, riding my cock, and
he's whimpering he feels so good to be fucked by me. I know I have to send
him off to bliss, so I touch his cock and grab the hard, heated shaft. It
only takes a couple of jerks before his cum goes spewing everywhere.

His ass spasms hard around my cock. Even with the condom on, I can feel
every quiver, and it feels real good. After he gets his nut off, I release
his cock and grab his hips to finish off my orgasm, which is building by
the second. I resume a good, hard fuck and in seconds I'm shooting harder
than I can remember.

The next morning, we were at it again and again the weekend after. I'm
hoping we can become regular fuck buddies, this guy turns me on so much.