Date: Sat, 02 Feb 2002 23:37:41 -0700
From: Clone Buggs <cqsqfq@hotmail.com>
Subject: Hot Pies and Size Queens Encore (21)

Hey guys, I've gotten so many e-mails expressing disappointment about this
thread coming to an end, I've been moved to give you one more story.  I just
finished it today, and it is in honor of John, a fan of my writing from a
great, not to mention, BIG, Southern state.  Hope you all can enjoy John's
hot story without getting pissed off.


Encore

	I found myself alone for thanksgiving in Los Angeles.  My company had sent
me on an important errand for them, to try to buy a piece of property they
wanted to build a branch office.  I've always been an fan of the big Art
Deco ocean liners, and when I discovered the Queen Mary was permanently
docked in Long Beach, I checked into it a little deeper, and discovered it
had been turned into a hotel.  I couldn't resist.  I made the reservation,
and got driving instructions from LAX, and looked forward to my sojourn in
LaLa land in the luxury of an Art Deco treasure.
	My room, when I arrived, was more than I expected, and I was pleased to
note the portholes in my room faced water instead of land, and the illusion
of being at sea on the beautiful Queen, was complete.  I was informed by the
concierge, that the Thanksgiving Buffet was outstanding, and for a moderate
fee, I could stuff myself on great foods from around the world.  They were
booked solid, but if I wished, they would seat me with other singles who had
booked for the same time period.  I thought it might be fun to have
Thanksgiving with total strangers and possibly give me the opportunity to
meet some interesting people.
	When I dressed for the Grand Ballroom, I went over the top a little, and
wore my double breasted tweed, and stuffed a yellow silk hanky in my breast
pocket.  I sauntered down the hall to be seated, feeling like Gatsby
himself.  I was seated at a white clothed table set with good crystal,
silver, and china.  None of the other singles had arrived yet, but the
waiter, immediately poured a flute of decent Champagne, and explained the
various piers of the buffet around the room.  There was traditional
American, Mexican, Chinese, Japanese, Jewish, and Italian.  Near the back of
the room, was a pastry pier, with piles of delectable sweets.  I took my
flute in hand, and strolled through the throng of people exploring the
various offerings.
	I selected some gravlax, and a few leaves of Belgian endive with a dab of
cream fresh, and a dollop of caviar.  By the time I made my way back my
assigned table, I saw a young man somewhat younger than my 30 years, had
been seated.  I put my flute down, and set my plate of food in my place, and
introduced myself.  His name was Aaron, and he had the soft olive skin that
might have been middle eastern.  His blond good looks and blue eyes were
attention getters par excellant.  We shook hands, and I sat down.  I noticed
his eyes darting looks at my yellow hanky, as he sipped his own champaign.
Conversation was strained for a while, and I ate my tidbits making comments
on their quality.
	Aaron appeared to be waiting for someone to arrive, and I asked him about
it finally because he was being fidgety, and hadn't selected anything to eat
yet.
	"I had a date.  We were supposed to meet here."
	"Well, I said, women can often take longer to get somewhere than they
planned.  I'm sure she'll be along in time."
	"Oh," he said. "It's not..."  He blushed a little, and grabbed his
Champagne and took a swallow, a look, almost of panic passed over his face.
	"Not what?"  He'd piqued my curiosity.
	"It's a guy I met at a club.  He lives alone like me. and we made this date
so we wouldn't have to do Thanksgiving alone."
	"I see."  Maybe Aarons distress would work to my advantage.  "Well, why
don't you let me find a nosh or something for you while you're waiting?  If
he shows up, he'll see you waiting patiently for his arrival."  He smiled at
me, and nodded that he'd like to have something.
	"Anything in particular?  If they don't have it, I probably can order it
and have it charged to my room."
	"Your room?"  His eyes couldn't leave my yellow hanky alone.
	"I'm staying here in the hotel section of the ship.  Perhaps you'd care to
see it after we eat."
	"I'd like that.  It's a neat boat."
	"So what would you like to eat?"
	"Do they have Sushi here?"
	"Indeed they do.  Sushi it is."  I lifted my champaign flute, and strolled
off to the Japanese pier.  I gathered a plate of bite sized raw fish and
rice, and put a pile of pickled ginger on the edge, and a healthy dollop of
Wasabi on the side, and headed back toward the table, dreading seeing that
his friend had arrived.  Pleasantly, when I saw him through the crowd, he
was sipping his Champagne, totally alone.
	I slipped the plate under his arm and and patted him on the shoulder.
"Still alone I see."
	"I don't think he's coming."
	"Well then, you can be my date."  I chuckled at him, and he smiled.  His
eyes danced over my face for a moment, then dropped to my yellow hanky
again.  I looked down at the silk cloth drooping brightly in my pocket, and
then back at him.  "Does my hanky bother you?"
	"Oh no.  Yellow is my favorite color."  I raised my eyebrows, and smiled.
	"Mine too."  The waiter appeared and refilled our glasses with Champagne,
and we picked them up at the same time and I proposed a toast.  "To yellow.
The most beautiful of colors."
	"To yellow," he echoed, and we drained the flutes.  It only took a moment
before a passing waiter had refilled the flutes.  Aaron ate his Sushi, and
he relaxed a little more, and started telling me about his no show date.
	"I don't really know him well.  We met at a dance club in Hollywood last
weekend.  We talked on the phone a couple of times this week, and he
suggested we come to the Queen Mary for Thanksgiving.  I had to take the
Blue Line down here, and get a shuttle bus, because I don't have a car.
He's coming, or was coming from Orange county in his car."
	"Where do you live?"
	"In Hollywood.  I have a tiny cubbyhole of an apartment that I pay too much
for.  I've only been here for a few weeks.  Looking for my big break.  I've
done some modeling back home, but I can't get my foot in the door here yet.
I've been looking for any work I can find before I run out of money."  This
gushed out in a stream of language accented with Sushi and ginger.
	"Where's home?"
	"Texas, down along the gulf coast."
	"Beautiful country down around Padre Island."
	"Yeah. It is."  He was a little wistful when he said this.
	"Homesick?"
	"A little.  People here are so hard to get to know.  They are all so busy."
	"I know the feeling.  I'm not from here either.  I'm on business for my
company out of Des Moines, Iowa.  I'm trying to close a real estate deal for
a branch office here."
	He drained his glass again, and motioned to a passing waiter with his glass
held high.  As the waiter filled our flutes again, I asked him to have two
bottles on ice sent to my room.  I gave him the number, and took my hanky
out and wiped my mouth with the soft silk.  I put it back, and leaned back
in my chair, and draped my left arm over the back, looking at Aaron while he
finished his Sushi.
	"Would you like to see my room on the ship?"
	"Can I?"
	"Of course.  Are you still hungry, or shall we go?"
	"No, I've eaten enough." he drained his flute, and I finished mine as well,
and stood.  He pushed back his chair, and I could see he was a little
unsteady on his feet.  I took his arm, to help him along, and we made our
way out of the grand ballroom.
	In the lobby, we waited for the elevator, and he leaned against me.  I
helped him on the elevator, and down the hall to my room.  Inside, he was
feeling a little drunk, and asked if he could lay down on my bed for a bit.
I helped him to it, and as he lay back with his legs over the edge, I
removed his shoes and lifted his legs up onto the bed.  Just then, there was
a tap on the door.
	"Who is it?"
	"Room Service."
	"Ah.  The Champagne."  I opened the door, and the waiter pushed a cart into
the room.  I slipped him a five, and he bowed out of the door.  I shut it
again and shot the bolt.
	"Like another flute of Champagne Aaron?"
	"I love Champagne," he said, Pushing himself up on his elbows.  "Do you
mind if I take my jacket off John?  I feel too warm in here."
	"Not at all.  You can take everything off if you want.  I certainly won't
mind."  He grinned at me, and shucked off his jacket.  He placed it on the
chair beside the bed, and I popped the cork on the first bottle.  As I
poured the wine, watching the glorious bubbles rising into a foamy head, he
removed his tie and began to unbutton his shirt.  I felt my cock begin to
thicken as I watched him.  He didn't stop with his shirt, and continued to
his pants.  I walked over to him, with the flutes in one hand, loosening my
tie as well with my free hand.
	"To new friends," I said, handing him his glass.  We tinked them together
and he laughed.  He was a sexy kid, maybe five or six years younger than me.
  His body was lithe and flexible, and very much the model type he professed
to be.  I sat on the edge of the bed, and ran my hand over his now naked
thigh,  He had a moderately sized cock, and it was growing under my hand
still hidden in his white cotton briefs.  He looked at my yellow hanky
again, and took it in his teeth.  He tugged it slowly out of my pocket, and
let it fall gracefully across his chest.  His nipples were stiff under the
soft cloth.  I leaned over and took one between my teeth through the silk.
I bit down slightly, and he arched his back pushing his nipple into my
mouth.  He shivered, and reached over to squeeze my now solid cock through
my pants.
	"Ooo John, you have a big dick.  I hope you know how to use it."
	"Yeah, I do OK.  What would you like me to do with it?"
	"I want to taste it first."  He unzipped my fly, and dragged my aching cock
out into the air.  He took a sip of wine, and handed me the flute.  He
swooped sown on my cock and swallowed me whole with the bubbles from the
Champagne tickling my sensitive cock skin.  He swallowed the wine, and then
began sucking.  The boy was a born cock sucker.  I humped my hips into his
bobbing head, and moaned with pleasure.  I couldn't move or do anything,
because he'd started with me holding both flutes, one in each hand.  I just
spread my arms with the bubbling wine glasses, and let the boy suck.
	When he had enough, he pulled off leaving my cock glistening with his spit.
  I handed him his flute, and he sat back on the pillows his free hand
squeezing his cock, while he sipped his wine.  I swallowed the rest of the
wine in my glass, and set it on the bedside table.  I started stripping off
my suit.  I hung it in the closet, so it wouldn't get wrinkled, and slipped
off my shirt and then my boxers.  I stood there with my slick cock,
throbbing in front of me.  He finished his wine, and set his glass on the
table next to mine and reached for my cock again.
	He took my hardness into his left hand and pulled me forward.  As he did
this, he peeled out of his cotton briefs, letting me see his cock for the
first time.  He had a decent six inches complete with foreskin.  It was a
beautiful little mouthful, and I bent over and swallowed it.  He let me suck
for a moment, then pulled my head up and off himself.
	"I want you to fuck me John."
	"Can't do it Aaron.  I don't have any condoms.  Do you?"
	"No.  I wasn't planning on getting fucked for Thanksgiving."
	"Then we can't do it."
	"Are you positive?"
	"Absolutely."
	"No. I mean are you positive.  You know HIV positive."
	"Uh no.  Are you?"
	"No.  I've got a card that shows my status.  I had it done in Texas before
I left, and I haven't had sex with anyone since I got to California."  He
reached  to the floor and picked up his pants.  He extracted his billfold,
and pulled out a card.  He showed it to me to prove he was negative.
	"So?"
	"I'm willing to trust that you're not either.  I need to get fucked today."
  He dropped his billfold on the pants, and reached for my cock again.  He
sucked me while I thought about it.  Gradually, I felt the need to
experience his body fully and ran my hand down his back and cupped his ass.
He moaned, and using his hands, spread his ass cheeks for me.  I let my
fingers trail down his crack, and pushed into his hole.  He relaxed the
muscle, and my finger dipped into his warm opening.  He sighed, and pulled
off my cock again and scooted around until his butt was aligned with my
cock.  His raised his legs and pulled my cock toward his asshole.  I put it
to his pucker, and pushed into him.
	It had been years since I'd barebacked anyone, and I was blown away at the
exquisite sensations my cock was feeling as I plugged his butt.  He rocked
his hips, and I pushed all the way into him balls deep.  He reached up and
pulled me down on top of him, locking his legs around my waist.  He hugged
my head to his cheek and I heard him moan with pleasure.
	"Fuck me John.  I need you to really let me have it."  I did as I was told,
and laid waste to his prostate.  He held me tight through the entire time,
and was right with me humping his hips in unison, moaning sexy words in my
ear, while his nervous hands raked through my hair and across my back.  I
came like a cannon and he grunted when I did, and squirted a good load of
cream between us.  We lay like that for a few moments and I began to lose my
erection.  I began to pull out and he grabbed me to stop it.
	"Stay in me please.  I need you inside me right now."  He was insistent,
and held onto me tightly.
	I relaxed, and soon realized that cuming had brought on another problem.  I
had to piss.
	"Aaron, I have to take a piss."  He raised my head with his hands, and
looked at me.
	"Were you wearing that yellow hanky for a reason?"
	"Yeah, I like the color."
	"You know what yellow means?"
	"Cowardly I suppose?"
	"No it doesn't...does it?"
	"It means you like piss play.  Water sports.  Is that what you like Aaron?"
	"I've always wondered about it."
	"Never done it?"
	"No."
	"What do you think you'd like to try?"
	"I don't know."
	"Well, I have to piss, so what if I just let go."
	"In my ass?"
	"Yes.
	"That sounds sexy.  Let's do it."  He wiggled his butt against my cock.  I
leaned over, and found his mouth with mine.  I probed into him with my
tongue, and he melted to my body.  I relaxed as the kiss grew heated.  He
moaned under me, and I felt my bladder begin to empty.  He sucked in his
breath as he felt the heat of my piss streaming in a gush into his guts.  He
struggled under me slightly, wiggling in what may have been a sort of panic.
  I was flooding his guts with a lot of now hot Champagne liquid.
	He was gasping under me and had begun to writhe around as much as he could
beneath my weight.  I kissed his neck, and he groaned quietly under me.  I
could hear his belly beginning to slosh.  I raised up and looked down at
him.  His stomach was distended with the massive flood of piss I was still
pumping into him.  He twisted his head from side to side, and his mouth
opened silently, and then closed with a gnashing of teeth.
	His little boy cock, suddenly expanded again, and he began to shake under
me, his belly jiggling like a water balloon.  I felt my piss stream
beginning to slacken, and I reached down and took his stiff little cock in
my hand and pulled his foreskin back exposing his cock head, he grunted and
shot another load.  The first slash of cum streaked across his chest,
hitting him in the face.  It was followed quickly with a second spurt that I
caught in my palm.  A third added to the pool of cum I was holding, and then
a dribble oozed into my cupping hand.  When he was finished, I brought his
sweet cream to my mouth and licked it off my palm.
	His eyes, which had been tightly shut during this whole process suddenly
snapped open.  His panic had returned.
	"John, I'm going to lose it.  I can't hold it inside anymore."
	"Hold on to my neck.  I'm going to pick you up."  I put my arms around his
body, cupped my hands under his buns and lifted.  I started to walk toward
the bathroom, but he moaned and gasped.
	"I can't hold it baby,"  He gasped again, and I reached for the silver
plated ice bucket the Champagne had been brought in, and held the cold
bucket under his ass.  I heaved my butt backward, pulling my limp dick free
of his hole.  The hot piss gushed into the bucket from his distended
butthole.  He clung to me, kissing my face and mouth while he emptied his
guts into the ice filled bucket.  When he finally had stopped squirting piss
out of his asshole, he dropped his feet to the floor, and relieved my
straining back muscles.  I dropped to my knees, and set the half filled
bucket between his legs, and put my cold hands on his hips.  I leaned
forward and took his limp cock in my mouth, and looked up into his glazed
eyes and waited.
	It took a moment, but I felt a squirt of hot liquid across my tongue, and
then it stopped.  I swallowed his stinging urine, and pinched his flaccid
cock between my thumb and forefinger.  I removed my mouth and looked up at
him again.
	"Let me have it Aaron.  Give it to me like I was a porcelain urinal."  I
took his dick back into my warm mouth while I felt him trying to relax his
bladder.  It took him a long moment, but slowly he began to piss in my
mouth.  A slow stream at first, but growing in strength until it was
stinging the back of my throat with its force.  I swallowed and swallowed
and swallowed.
	When he'd finished, he hugged my head to his stomach, and I looked up when
he let me go, and burped a gassy bubble of his warm piss.  He leaned down
and kissed me on the lips, licking my mouth and teeth, tasting his own urine
he found still lingering there.
	"That was the sexiest thing I've ever done.  We have to do it again."
	I got off my knees, and popped the cork on the second bottle.  I poured him
another glassful, and then one for myself.  I sat on the bed, my cock
growing between my legs.  He sat beside me, and took my growing member in
his hand.  He leaned over and kissed the head lightly, and I let a short
splash of piss squirt into his mouth.  He lapped it like a kid with a
favorite ice cream cone, and I gave him a few more squirts.
	I set my glass down, and laid back on the bed, my cock fully hard now.  He
started to slowly suck me again, his hand jacking my shaft in unison with
his bobbing head.  I could feel two things happening, my nuts were beginning
to ache for another cum blow, and my bladder was working overtime filling
up.  It was going to be a wonderful Thanksgiving after all.

Truly the End